#getting mad at a four year old for a bike

[thetimelordbatgirl]

The royalists are now officially out of fanfiction to use to hate on Meghan and Harry, because they now getting mad that their son, Archie, got a bike for his birthday....I ain’t making this up. 

[planetwaynez]

FLOWERS AND GOLDEN STRINGS

CHAPTER ONE

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Soulmates AU!

Chapter Synopsis: Jason knos how things works, how people get togheter and how Fate is always working, he just wonders when it's going to be his turn to be loved. Y/N loves her job, she loves the tiny, comfy flowershop and her co-workers and costumes, but it's still Gotham and wierd things are bound to happen, anyways.

WARNINGS: mugging, self-deprecating thoughts, wierd interections, Jason punches a guy, it's pretty chill for a first chapter.

WORDS: 2,2k

TAGLIST: @27drunkdeer @solarrexplosion @mariam12344 @nyxisnotok

Soulmates. The golden string floating around them doesn’t lie and neither does the golden string tattoo that shows up almost right away around their pinkie fingers. 

Jason watches dumbfounded the scene in front of him. Of course, count it with Red Hood to help you find your forever and always while saving you from a mugging in a 7-Eleven. 

Jason scoffs as the couple hug each other, even the guy that was trying to take the money from the cashier stopped in his tracks watching the scene.

“Are you some type of cupid?” the guy with a ski mask asks. The reason why? This is not the first time that the Red Hood is the bridge between soulmates. It happened last month during a rescue in The Narrows after Ivy decided to transform Gotham into a jungle. It happened four months ago when he was stopping a guy from stealing an old lady. It happened one year ago at the Iceberg Lounge while he was taking care of a few Crime Lord Things. 

It seems to be a recurring thing with Jason. He seems to be destined to find others soulmates but not his, apparently. 

“No” he answers, bittersweet, and punches the guy in the face knocking him out cold. 

In the back he can hear the police coming and he knows it’s his cue to leave but Jason can’t help it but to look at the new couple once again, noticing that they already seem so in love with each other. Reluctantly, he leaves the 7-Eleven, with a new theory about himself in mind.

What if he is only meant to, truly, help others in this lifetime? What if he is not meant to have his own forever and always? Maybe this is all due to his death and resurrection, maybe way before that, maybe before he was born, Fate already knew he was not meant to be a whole soul in this lifetime, maybe this is who he is and he has to be ok with that.

The engine roar of his bike is not enough to make his thought spiral stop, it seems it only makes him think more about the things he doesn’t have. The wind is cold and its blowing at him, making him take a deep breath, even with the helmet on he is grateful for the cold in Gotham tonight, it calms him down. 

It's almost six in the morning, so he stops at one of his safe houses. This one is special, he thinks to himself as he gets inside, since it was the first safe house that he got after he started controlling the pit madness, this house, this is like a home. Its purely and entirely his. From the tiny kitchen with all the things he needs to the couch in front of the TV and the bookshelves in his bedroom. The bathroom with one mirror for him to shave, the black courtin dividing the showerhead from the rest. The round table in the kitchen and the two chairs, one for him and one from when Alfred or Roy comes visiting, the toys in the living room in a big pink box for Lian. 

This is a safe house and also his safe space, his little heaven on Earth and that’s why he only comes here after patrol when he needs comfort. He can’t risk people finding out about this place but this time he is just so tired. 

He needs a hot shower, and some tea, and then a deep sleep until the odd hours of the day. But he gets none of that because when he steps his foot inside the house, his phone starts ringing. It 's Roy. 

“Good Morning, Jay!” Roy’s voice is excited on the other side of the line and Jason knows he had a full night of sleep just by his friend's voice. 

“Morning” he answers, voice tired and he can definitely feel a headache forming behind his eyes at this point. But he needs to know what Roy could possibly want at the time of the day.

“Jeez, what happened?” the redhead asks and Jason wants to laugh when he thinks about the 7-Eleven encounter. 

“I just put two soulmates together, by accident, again” Jason answers, taking his combat boots out and lying on the couch, letting his muscles relax a little bit from the tension he's been feeling lately. 

“I can’t believe this” and Roy laughs, because yes, it is a laugh type of situation. Neither Jason can believe his luck at this point. “You have some type of superpower, Jay”

Jason sighs, he thinks its more of a curse but he says nothing about that, changing the subject of the conversation.

“What do you want? Must be a reason for you to call, right?” he says instead, trying to forget the patrol and Roy understands. Deep down, both of them know that Jason is a hopeless romantic and just wants to find his soulmate, but he seems to be running out of luck for himself. 

“Just wanted to remind you that Lian’s birthday is this sunday” the line goes silent, they both know that Jason forgot and it's already saturday morning and he didn’t finish preparing Lian’s birthday present. “You coming, right?”

Jason can’t not come. It’s Lian, after all, his little sunshine.

“Yes, of course I am,” he answers, knowing that he will have to go earlier to patrol tonight to come home earlier and have some sleep before he takes his bike to New York City to attend Lian’s Tea Birthday Party in the afternoon. 

“Good, she will be so happy to see you” Jason can tell Roy is smiling, because he is also smiling thinking about a little front toothless Lian smiling at him on sunday. 

“Yeah, I will be happy to see her too” taking a deep breath, Jason takes his body armor off and relaxes a little bit more on the couch “I gotta go now”

Telling each other goodbyes, Jason gets up from his couch and goes to his bathroom after talking to Roy to take a hot shower, thinking about the only missing piece of Lian’s birthday present. A bouquet of flowers.

He wants to make his goddaughter feel special, so he bought the doll that she's been talking about for months now and decided to give her flowers, since she loves them so much. He also wants to give her a good example of what a guy or a girl should do to make her feel special, that’s his and Roy's goal, to give Lian all the safety they didn't have when younger.  

Jason thinks about that little flower shop near this safe house, this little flower shop he always goes to, just to see if everything is alright when they close late at night, since they are situated near The Narrows, and he knows the owner from when he was a street kid, he takes care of that place. Mrs.Sullivan was always kind to him and he is just repayin that, in his own way. He could go there to buy the flowers, but he will be in full Red Hood gear, since he has his time counted from now on.

Clicking his tongue, Jason finishes his shower and puts in some sweats to sleep. He gives up on the tea and goes directly to bed, thinking about how he will make a bunch of civilians feel not threatened at all when he enters the flower shop later that day. 

It’s almost seven pm and Y/N is tired. The flower shop was busy with clients and with the arrival of the flower supply, but she can’t be sad about it, the more that she sells the more Mrs.Sullivan will pay her commissions, and she can’t deny it, she loves love. She gets happy to see others happy and with the approaching of the Soulmates Holiday on July 12th she’s been working more than normal and seeing happy people all around, even being close to The Narrows.

She smiles as a girl leaves the store with a huge bouquet for her girlfriend and Y/N feels warmth in her chest, sighing she can’t help it but think about when its going to be her turn to feel the same happiness as the one that is already mated to the other half. 

She looks down, annotating another successful sale when the front door opens and makes that little sound thanks to the noisy hinges of it. 

“Welcome to the Sunshine Flower Shop, how can I help you?” She says it all in one breath and looks up, with a welcoming smile on her lips when she feels her gut get cold. In front of her is standing one of the most dangerous men in Gotham. The Red Hood. 

He is standing there and his presence alone makes the store seem smaller, adding his physic, Y/N feels almost claustrophobic. 

“Do you have lilies?” he asks, his voice a robotic tone because of the helmet he is wearing. She gulps and nods, still smiling softly at him, all thought a little worried.

“Which color?” she questions it and he just stares at her, well at least that's what she thinks he is doing, since she can’t see his eyes with the helmet on. The silence is thick and she can feel the air leaving her lungs bit by bit.

“Which color says I love you best?” When he speaks, Y/N takes a deep breath and feels like her head is once again functioning right. The big bad Red Hood just wants some flowers for his soulmate, no biggie. 

“Honestly, none of them” silence again. Y/N thinks that she might have just made this guy angry and Jason feels like an idiot for not knowing the meaning of lilies. “But the red tulips mean true and eternal love for someone. And it's also a beautiful flower”

Jason looks at her and tilts his head to the side, he can’t help it but thinks that he probably looks more intimidating this way but she looks extremely comfortable in his presence since he started talking to her about the flowers. He can’t help it but also thinks that she would look beautiful standing in a field of red tulips. He blinks, slightly shocked with his thoughts.

“That will work. Please a big bouquet of those” he watches as she arches an eyebrow and a smirk shows up in her lips, there is also this amused glint in her eyes.

“How big?” she questions it, getting a little notebook and a pink pen in her hands, looking down to annotate something. 

“Big enough that I can’t close my arms around it” he says, thinking about how cute Lian is going to look with a giant bouquet of tulips in her tiny arms. 

“Ok” she says, a smirk adorning her pretty face and turns around, going to the back to make the bouquet. 

Jason looks around, appreciating the little flower shop, always so cozy and almost domestic. He smiles and thinks that this place is just like Mrs.Sullivan and the girl that he was talking to.

A pretty girl. The prettiest he has seen in years. 

He feels something grow in his chest and Jason’s hands are sweating as if he is fifteen again. That 's weird. He does get nervous around pretty girls but not like this, not since he got bigger and stronger.

A few minutes later she comes back with an obscene amount of flowers all wrapped up in a pretty bouquet. 

“Here it is” when she puts it down on the counter his brain stopped working in its full capacity. The only thing in his mind is how beautiful she is, how sweet and how her smile could heal all his old internal wounds only if she smiled at him every morning for the rest of his life.

He pays, thanks her and leaves with the flowers but he can’t shake this weird feeling out of his chest everytime he thinks about that flower shop again.

“She loved you know that, right?” Roy asks Jason as they watch Lian hug her new doll and smell the bouquet of flowers. All the little girls and boys around her are mesmerized with the size of the bouquet and the moms are looking at Jason as if he is some sort of Knight in shining armor. Roy has that smile on his lips that always means that when they finally get to be just the two of them, the redhead will make sarcastic comments about the situation to Jason.

“I know” he answers, looking fondly to his goddaughter, that is talking her friend's ears off about the doll and the flowers that he just gave it to her. “I planned a lot this gift and I am so happy that she loved it”

Roy knows Jason like he knows himself and he is sure that his best friend is hiding something from him and it involves those flowers that his daughter loved so much. He looks at Jason and makes some mental notes about the brunette, anything that could indicate this weird behavior but the only thing Roy notices is the fact that Jason can’t look longer than five seconds to the bouquet.

“When this party is over I want to know what happened at the flower shop” Roy says slowly and with a big smile, to not attract people's attention to them.

“I will tell you don’t worry” Jason answers in the same way, thinking that even if he tries he can’t hide things from Roy, ever.

And that, sometimes, like right now, sucks.

[bullet-prooflove]

Traditions - Angel Reyes x Reader

Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was Decorations!

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Following on from the Taken!Series

It’s the first time since Marisol’s death that Felipe’s house is being decorated for Christmas. Angel, EZ and Felipe don’t usually celebrate the season, instead they have a couple of beers, watch a few movies and let the day pass them by. You’re not much different. You’ve been on your own since your Nana died, you used to spend the day in the fields with your music on, collecting buds or in the apothecary making the balm that soothes away all of those aches and pains. Now there’s a child in the mix things are different. Angel’s decided to go all out and that apparently includes buying the largest Christmas tree known to man.

“She’s four months old.” You remind Angel as him and EZ wrestle with getting the tree through the front door. “I don’t think she minds how big the tree is.”

“I tried to tell him.” EZ tells you as he guides the trunk into the stand and begins to twist the pins that hold it in place. “But he was adamant, it had to be this one. I think Valeria’s first Christmas is making him a little nuts.”

“Then I guess we’re doing this thing.” You say, your palm brushing over Valeria’s fine dark hair as she snuggles even deeper into your chest.

“You are doing this thing.” EZ corrects you, kissing his niece on the top of the head. “I have hampers to deliver, you get to deal with all of his madness.”

“Traitor.” You accuse as you walk him to the door.

EZ gives you that shit-eating grin of his as you shoot him the middle finger. You watch him climb on his bike, raising Valeria’s hand to wave goodbye before you close the door behind him. When you turn to face the tree, it feels like it’s even bigger than it was two minutes ago. You can hear Angel in the other room, rooting through the box of decorations that he’d brought down from the attic.

“OK kid, your dad’s gone a little crazy but we’re gonna lean it into it ok?” You say to Valeria as her tiny fist grips the fabric of your shirt. “We’re just gonna lean right into it.”

***

Valeria is asleep by the time you’ve finished decorating the living room. The tree glows from the corner of the room, bathing it in a warm light as the two of you sit on the floor alongside Valeria’s bassinet. The scent of pine floods your nostrils, the sound of Bing Crosby’s Christmas album playing on the decade’s old stereo. You’re both drinking hot chocolate, not the instant kind. One made from traditional cocoa, something Angel had picked up along with the whipped cream and marshmallows.

It's perfect, this moment. Your little family taking a breath and enjoying the holidays. It’s been a hell of a year with everything that happened with Skye and then your recovery but you’re here celebrating the holiday season with your lover and daughter.

“You know, I thought you’d gone a little insane with all of this but now I get it.” You say as you survey the room, the tiny family heirlooms on the mantlepiece, the fairy lights intermingled with the wreath. “It’s beautiful.”

“You thought I’d lost my mind, didn’t you?” Angel teases as his lips brush over your temple.

“A little.” You admit, taking a sip of your hot chocolate. “But I get it. You want the perfect Christmas for our little girl, something like the ones you remember from your childhood.”

“My mom used to make it so special.” Angel tells you as his gaze comes to rest on the tiny handmade ornaments he’d made with his mom once upon a time. “Even when we were grown, we’d still come over, help her decorate. I want traditions like that with Valeria, with you...”

His hand comes to rest upon your stomach, his thumb smoothing over the place where his son resides. He knows it’s a boy, he can feel it in his bones. “Our new baby.”

“You haven’t told anyone right?” You murmur, your palm coming to rest upon his. “It’s still too early.”

“No Mi Reina I haven’t.” He says, tipping your chin up so you can meet his gaze. There’s such love in those eyes, such tenderness, such adoration. His lips brush over yours and it’s the sweetest kiss, so soft, so meaningful. His thumb ghosts along the line of your jaw and he smiles just a little as you moan into his mouth. “Isn't that what got us here in the first place?”

He draws away as Valeria mumbles grumbles in her sleep, his gaze slipping to his daughter.

“I can’t believe how blessed I am.” He tells you, his warm fingers splaying over your abdomen. “You, Valeria and little peanut are the best gifts I could have asked for.”

“It’s going to be a great Christmas.” You say entwining your fingers with his. “The best one yet.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[swifty-fox]

lonesome & mad

a young vets curt fic. Inspired but @bcolfanfic's recent snippets

cw: flashbacks and discussion of the aftermath domestic violence in semi-graphic detail. Proceed with caution <3

There’s no moon tonight, but there still close enough to the city that Curt can see. Close enough that it feels like New York, but with space for two more bedrooms and a yard for the girls with a treehouse Ken had built and Curt had watched with a leer. There was no balcony anymore, but their little split level had a covered patio that served well enough. 

He retreated there less these days. These years really, not since the girls had been little and he realized maybe he really could do this. Not just a bluff or a guess but he could really do this whole parenting thing; do it right. 

There were a lot of awful things about being eleven. 

At eleven Curt’s feet didn’t reach the floor at school, and he couldn’t reach the milk on the top shelf of the fridge. He could ride a bike but he still fell down sometimes, and had the scrapes and bruises to prove it. He could smoke, so long as he took it slow and only had a few. But not like the older kids, who could mainline two, three, four, without throwing up. He could fight, even if he lost more than not. He couldn’t get a job or drive a car or buy a house for just him and his mom. He wasn’t big, or strong, or tall but everyone kept promising he would be. Impatiently, he was waiting. 

Curt sucks his lip, swings his feet against the backseat and watches the bright lights of the city flash by slowly. It was almost christmas, and while most of the snow had turned to mucky trash-filled slush, the christmas lights were a wondrous cacophony of color. Like a kaleidoscope or fireworks. He tilts his head, pressing his forehead against the window to see higher up.

“Remember, “ His mom says, the turn signal blinking in the quiet of the car, “You were ridin’ your skateboard in the house like we’re always tellin’ you not to. Caught on a loose floorboard and went right through the window.” 

There was blood on her Jets sweatshirt, blood on the rag he holds against his throbbing, stinging head. Her hair is half out of its ponytail, frizzed from yelling, and crying and stress-sweat. She’s tiny, like him, just not as tiny. 

“They’ll take you away from me, Chickadee” 

Curt scowls. He’s too old for that nickname. Aiden had heard his mom calling him it once and followed suit until Curt had put him in a headlock and threatened to break his nose. 

“If they know what happened, they’ll snatch you up so fast.” She snaps her fingers, even with how they tremble “Like that.” 

He won’t cry, because crying is for babies, but he blinks against the burning in his eyes and sniffles just a bit, stomach kicking in terror. She needs him, he knows this same in an intrinsic, instinctive sort of way. He was her protector, and her friend. Striking the steering wheel suddenly, his mom curses. It’s a new one, so Curt squirrels it away for later, hiding his flinch. 

“I don’t know why he’s comin’ after you all the damn sudden!” 

“It’s okay, Ma’,” he says, voice quiter and more timid than he would like it to be. He clears his throat, tries to deepen it and strengthen it, tries to ignore the throb of his skull. “He’s an asshole.” 

His mom laughs, breathless and a little ragged. She glances back at him, face blotchy from tears but smiling, “Told you not to use that kinda’ language. But I guess you deserve it, this once.” 

I swear all the time, ma, he thinks, it’d shock you the things I say! 

It was new, that Curt was in the path of his dads rage. A recent development, as Curt grew from a baby to a child to an almost-teenager. Like the transition from formless entity to a full being with conscious choices and desire had turned him from something ignorable to barely tolerated. And sure, Curt had started noticing the way Aiden’s curls sat around his ears or the soft hairs on the back of his neck or how his breath smelled like mint toothpaste and candy when they wrestled, there’s no sort of way his dad could know. So the jabs about being a pansy, manning up, how Curt needed to be tough were all a pointed sort of attack that had him itching and paranoid. 

“He’s an asshole,” he repeats, just a touch louder and firmer to see if he can get her to laugh again. 

She doesn’t, and Curt shuffles his feet in the air, pulls the rag away to see if his head had stopped bleeding, the white cloth soaked nearly red. It hasn’t, he immediately feels a trickle go down his neck where the glass had cut the worst, leaving glitter sharts through his curls that dropped onto his lap now and again as he turned his head, so he presses the rag back and winces as the pain bursts new and sharp. The hurt is like a bell ringing, signaling a though popping into his head with sudden, childish curiosity. 

“If you’d never had me would you still be with him?” 

The other awful part about being eleven was he was getting pretty okay at math. His mom was a whole thirty years old to his mere eleven. And thirty was ancient, in a way. She could drive and pay taxes and drink beer – though he never saw her have a drop – and buy cigarettes and do things old people and adults could. But thirty minus eleven was nineteen, and he’d met a friends older sister who was nineteen. She didn’t seem very old, definitely not old enough to have a baby or get married. She still threw tantrums and cared about boys and got yelled at for staying out too late just like Curt did. 

Except for the boy part. Curt didn’t care about boys. Or girls. 

Whats more is his mom hasn’t answered him. 

Curt chips his cigarette onto the cement, huddling further into his hoodie. Rolls his head on his neck and pauses to listen as he fishes his lighter out. Out on the patio is the perfect place to hear the front door open or close, just in case Meadow does decide to flee. Not that he knows what he would do if she tried. Forcing her to stay wasn’t an option, and a three am confrontation in front of the neighbors might get Ken to really write him off, angry as he was with Curt at the moment. But he can hear the girls’ voices in the living room, talking low and fast and it makes him twitch.

John’s last text blinks at him, open on the screen, you need to make her staying with her dads feel like a good thing. 

Closing his eyes, head thumping back against the seat of the chair, Curt exhales slowly. 

You come near my girl tonight I’ll fuck you up like you wouldn’t believe JJ, I don’t give a rat’s ass who your dad is to me.

He could, he would. He’s no stranger to doing what needed doing. That’d always been Curt’s lot. He did the hard shit, the tough thing. Made the decisions nobody else wanted to and smiled his way through it because what other option did he have? Didn’t matter if people hated him or were angry with him or hurt him. Once he realized he would never be big, never be strong, if he was gonna stand between someone and harm it had to come from bein’ mean. He saw the path ahead of him and he went for it, eyes ahead, don’t look back or to the side. It hadn’t been until after, really, that Curt had truly gotten hard. Gotten cold and mean and firm. Understood what he’d needed to be that night was the way he could protect people. 

He took a metal bat and took his mother and dragged them out of a situation by sheer force of will and fuck around find out gumption. He’d been fourteen and he’d made it work. 

This was as unbeatable odds as getting his leg back. 

His mother, his daughter, a mirror image he swore wouldn’t be repeated, not under his watch. And now here they were, a baby nobody was ready for and nobody knew what that meant except for him. 

The bat is still around here, somewhere, like a ghoul. 

[spidercookie18]

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑹𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒂𝒏’𝒕 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒆

The Lost Boys 1987 AU set in modern time. None of the boys died, and all the Emersons/Star/Laddie/Frog brothers are vampires. This is explained later…

Tags: Halfing vampire, mentions of killing, swearing, scenting, biting, smut, dp, oral, creampies, choking, degradation, praise, spanking, smoking, use of y/n, afab, use of she/her. Warnings: This chapter is basically 97% porn 3% plot. MINORS DNI Summary: Y/N apologizes to Marko, David is behind her every step of the way ;) Word Count: 7k Previous chapter here: Next chapter here:

“No one should suffer what I suffered. I still dread those scenes when man killed man. I lost my parents, most of my family, by running away.” — Milkha Singh

Chapter Four

After some light arguing, and some teasing, David agreed not to rifle through your things again…for the time being.

You got dressed and packed your bag for what you were sure would be another overday stay. You remembered to burn the old vial necklace you had before you left, and then locked up. David took you to a burger joint and you both sat on the curb near the bike, eating burgers and fries.

“Thank you, these are really good,” you licked your lips and picked up another fry.

“Told ya, they’re solid, it’s no ‘Charlie’, but it’s good.”

You laughed and had a sip of your drink. You shifted to one side and pulled your shorts down a bit. David noted that that was the third time in a few minutes that you’d adjusted your clothes.

“Yeah, it’s that damn thong you wanted me to wear,” you snapped at him.

He laughed, “you don’t like it?”

“No, it’s cute, but it’s just annoying,” you shifted again in your seat.

“Well, I’ll just have to take it off ya then,” David said, slipping his fingers down the back of your shorts to pull at the thong.

You yelped, “David!” And arched away from him.  

“Sorry, sweetness, couldn’t help myself.”

He chuckled and went back to eating his burger. He watched you from the corner of his eye; you looked happy sitting next to him, just doing something normal for a change.

“What David?” you asked, noticing him watch you.

“You got a lot of shit at your place,” he said bluntly.

“Okay, you’re one to talk, you’re actually a hoarder.”

“Am not,”

“Who’s Michael?” You asked, poking fun at him, “should I be worried?”

“Wait, did you go through my stuff?” David turned in his seat to question you.

You shrugged, continuing to eat.

“Don’t go through my things,” he hissed.

“Oh, but you can go through mine?” Your mouth full, you sipped on the coke.

“All you said was ‘not to break anything’, which I didn’t,” he reminded you.

“Fair enough,” you put the empty fry cup in the bag.

David turned back in his seat and got quiet, like he was thinking. “Eh, you’ll meet Mike n all of em soon enough.” He picked up his soda and took a sip, “I’ll take ya along on laundry day, how about that?”

“Oh, so you guys do do laundry,” you giggled.

“We don’t smell,” David rolled his eyes at you.  “But my point was… where’d you get all that stuff?”

Without turning, you replied to him, “thirty-five years is a long time to be on the run, David,” you wiped your mouth with a napkin.

He shrugged, “you got sticky fingers,” he chuckled.

“I did not steal that stuff!” you shouted at him.

“Then how did you-”

“I bought it, stupid.” You put the empty burger wrapper in the bag, “also, plane tickets aren’t free.”

He looked at you confused, “what do you mean you ‘paid for it’?”

“I work, duh.”

He stared at you for a second, “what work can a halflin’ do?”

“Kinda what you guys do, but for money.”

“You eat people for money?”

“No,” you rolled your eyes at him. “I kill people…n’ sell their parts,” you said, plainly.

“You WHAT?”

You took a long sip from your drink, and began to explain, “when I left Monty, none of the people he dealt with would work with me- I can’t even be mad at them; hell, I wouldn’t have wanted to work with me either. But because I knew how to make those kinds of…connections, I was able to make some money. Whatever the pack wouldn’t eat they would sell to certain… buyers.”

“Buyers?”

“Mhm, if you have enough money, you can buy all kinds of crazy shit. I had this one guy the other day wanting Orc tusks. I’ll tell you, that job fucking sucked.” You laughed.

“Wait,” David was still confused by how casual you were being, “you can just buy parts? Like black market type stuff?”

“Um, kinda, that stuff is used more for surgeries and medicine, my stuff is more niche. I’ve had people ask for body parts of old lovers, or enemies. Sometimes they’ll want dragon eyes, or maybe a rich farie wants to eat some specific part of some specific person, or sometimes rich humans want to mount a werewolf head in their parlor.”

“Dragon eyes?”

“Not the kind you’re thinking of…”

David was taken aback at this new revelation, he didn’t really consider the lives of other night creatures often, and he especially never thought people hunted them for parts. “Do you ever hunt vampires?” He asked, sheepishly.

You shook your head, “nah, I try to steer clear of vamp nests, you just never know who knows who, ya know?”

“Huh.” David stared at the ground, pushing a pebble around with his shoe, pondering. He looked back at you.

“What David?”

He scooted a bit from you, “you’re kinda scary,” he said, and you busted out laughing.

“Shut up!” You laughed out and pushed his shoulder. “Relax, I’m not hunting you,”

“Sweetness, you couldn’t take me down,”

“David,” you patted the gun in your tote, “I already did.” You reminded him, and he scoffed.

“I let you,”

“uh-huh, whatever helps you sleep at day, sweetheart.”

David huffed at you, luckily, he thought your attitude was cute. He stood up and stretched. You loved watching him; there was something about David that just, enamored you. His arms went high over his head, and he grunted as he stretched; you watched as his shirt raised up just a little bit and exposed his tummy.

Such a cute treasure trail, you thought as his arms came back down to his side.

David raised an eyebrow as he watched your eyes fix on his belt. He smiled, “looks like I gotta get you home.”

You blushed when you realized he caught you staring at him. David extended his hand out to you, and you took it; he pulled you up off the ground, and close against his body. He growled low against your neck, nuzzling your skin; you could feel him inhaling you.

“David,” you said meekly, “people are watching,” you squirmed against his hold.

“Let them look,” he began to suck hickies into your neck.

You mewled, you weren’t going to get free from him, you knew that, but you could at least have some privacy. “David,” you whimpered, “please...”

You felt his teeth scrape against your neck again, and he swiftly picked you up, and placed you on the back of his bike. He pulled you by your jaw and kissed you, and you moaned against his lips. “Ohh, sweet thing, you’re gonna get it.” He swung a leg around the bike and revved the engine. He kicked the stand up and waited for you to put your arms around him, the second you did, he took off. The bike sped off down the street and within a few minutes you were rolling up to the cliff above the lighthouse.

David parked the bike behind the rocks where it normally was, and he noticed that Marko’s bike was back in its spot. His mood shifted, and he turned his head to look at you,” you’re still going to apologize to him.”

“I know, David.”

David offered you his hand as he got off the bike. You took it and swung your leg off. You watched as David pulled his cigarettes out of his jacket. He put two in his mouth and pulled out his lighter. He lit the cigarettes and took a few short puffs to ignite them. He put the lighter back in his pocket and pulled one of the cigarettes from his mouth and handed it to you. You smiled at his trick and took the cigarette from him. He took a long inhale and walked you down to the edge of the stairs.

When you got to the first step, David started floating above it, “you want me to carry you?”

 You chuckled, when he wasn’t being a menace, he was actually quite sweet. “Thanks, but I can do it,” very lightly, and barely noticeable, you floated above the wood, and down the stairs.

David was grinning, ear to ear, “ha-ha! I didn’t know you could do that!” He floated in front of you and landed, waiting for you with open arms. Your heart glowed at how proud David looked, “sweet thing, what else can you do?”

You chuckled as he rubbed his thumb over your cheek; there was a loud noise that came from the cave further in, and the both of you looked towards the flickering lights, “I’ll show you another time, okay?”

The two of you walked inside, and your mind raced with what you would say to Marko to get him to forgive you. David helped you down the rocks into the main cavern and you saw Marko, laid up against the couch blowing up puffs of grey-white clouds. He was blasting rock music and as you got closer, you noticed he was smoking a joint.

“Marko,” David called to him over the noise, “we’re home!”

Marko half turned his head to see who it was, then rolled his eyes and turned back around. He huffed and pressed himself further into the arm of the couch. David puffed on his cigarette and walked over to the old boom box, to turn it down.

“Hey!” Marko protested.

David motioned for you to step forward, and you took one last drag from the cigarette before you tossed the butt in an old tin can. You walked in front of where Marko was sitting, and he looked at you from the corner of his eye.

“Marko…” you fiddled with your hands, “I’m really sorry for being a brat to you earlier.”

He took a long drag from his joint as he eyed you, then turned and blew the smoke in your face, “fuck you.”

“MARKO,” David shouted at him.

“That’s not a fuckin apology, she’s not sorry!” Marko hissed at David.

David started to move towards the couch to continue yelling at his brother, Marko kicked his legs off the couch and sat up to defend himself. The boys were yelling all kinds of nonsense at each other, none of which you paid any mind to.

All you did, was kneel at Marko’s feet; he wanted an apology, so, you’d give him one that’d shut him the hell up. The boys quieted as they watched you, you knelt in between Markos legs and held your closed hands in a prayer to your forehead. You looked down at his feet and gave him what he wanted.

“Marko, I’m so sorry for my behavior earlier. Thank you for taking care of me… I’ll never disobey you, or lie to you again,” you looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and pouty lips. “Please…forgive me.”

The boys stilled, watching you in silence. David had no idea you would take it that far, and Marko… well, he really enjoyed that.

He gulped and shifted in his seat. He didn’t know if it was the weed, or that desperate look on your face, but he loved the way you looked groveling below him. He leaned down, and inhaled the joint, his hazel eyes looked over all your features, and he slowly blew the smoke out on your face. You winced, coughing lightly. Marko chuckled and sat back up in his seat. He spread his legs in front of you, and you noticed the tent growing in his jeans.

“Marko?” David called to him, standing behind you, “is there something you want?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

Marko smirked, his eyes locked on your, “you really want me to forgive you?”

You were ordered on the bed and positioned yourself on all fours. David sat behind your ass, and Marko stood in front of you by the bed, still smoking his joint. He slowly crept on the mattress in front of you, his knees on either side of your hands and softly angled his hips up into your face.

You knew he would enjoy taking out his frustrations on you, especially since you would be ‘apologizing to him’ the way he wanted. You felt David kiss up your thighs and pulled your shorts up by the belt loop, the seam of the denim rubbing against you. You moaned and wiggled, you could hear him chuckling now. He rubbed his fingers along the seam against your clothed pussy and felt you get wetter with anticipation.

Marko looked down at you from where he was on the bed, he was clearly still very upset with you; you swallowed hard in your throat and felt your cunt clench around nothing. You felt David’s nose press up against your pussy, and you whined. Your mind was fuzzy from the smoke, and you felt Marko place his hand on the back of your head. You’d noticed him shifting around on his knees and the denim creaked from the push of his erection. He rubbed his hand over his jean covered cock, and slowly undid his buttons and belt. You gulped at the worry of your punishment.

Marko was smiling that devious grin down at you, as he slowly freed his cock from his jeans. He wasn’t as big as David, he was a bit shorter, but still very thick, his veiny cock curved up, and had a bulbous, red head, that looked heavy as it bobbed up and down.

He pressed it up against your nose and held you against his shaft.

He wanted to degrade you; he was going to embarrass you in every way he could. He was furious at you for stepping in between him and David. He was his second in command, he was the one you should have been submitting to. Instead, he had to baby your ass, while you got him in trouble. Marko gritted his teeth. He licked the tips of his fingers and tossed the dead joint from his mouth. He was going to make you regret pissing him off, he would burn that lesson into your body.

Marko pulled your hair and you winced, he pushed his tip up against your lips and rubbed his precum along your smile. “Put your tongue out,” he ordered, and you stuck your tongue out for him. You flinched when he tapped his cock on your lips and tongue. “Oh, don’t you like that?” Marko mocked you, “how about this?” He pulled hard on your hair, and when you opened your mouth to protest, he shoved his cock deep into your mouth.

“Mrmph,” you moaned around him; David was having fun slowly stripping the clothes off of your body. You could feel his hands wandering around your cunt and ass, but your attention was somewhere else.

Marko made shallow thrusts against your mouth and held your jaw so you would look up at him. He wasn’t as big as what you were forced to take last night, but he was damn near as mean about it, and he was mocking your every sound.

“Ohh does the princess not like that?” And he would shove his cock in deeper, and harder than before. He pushed you down on his length and held you there, you felt your lips hit against his base and his pubes tickled your nose. You struggled against his hold, and when your eyes began to roll back from lack of oxygen, he took you off in one quick movement.

“Aaaah,” you gasped, and Marko laughed at the saliva that connected you to him.

He watched as the string of drool got thinner and thinner and finally dripped down your chin, “you look good like that,” he was wearing that shit eating grin of his, and he rubbed his tip across your mouth and cheeks to spread the saliva.

You grimaced and tried to pull away from him, so he gripped your chin, pried open your jaw, and shoved his cock back into your mouth. He held you by either side of your face and fucked his cock down your throat. He was going to make you pay, and he laughed at the tears that prickled the sides of your eyes.

“You’re going to be good from now on, you hear me?” The words he growled out accentuated by each thrust, and you moaned in agreement against his length.

David was having the time of his unlife watching the two of you have fun with each other, if he had thought for even a second, that you didn’t want this, he would have stopped. But he could tell how much you were enjoying apologizing to Marko by how wet your pussy was getting. David had pulled your panties off and watched your love drip down your cunt. “Fuck darlin,” he sucked in through his teeth, and started licking slow stripes along your slit.

You moaned on Markos cock, “fuck, David, you really got her going there,” Marko bobbed your head along his length.

“Do you like all the attention you’re getting, Y/N?” David chuckled as he shoved a finger inside you.

“Mrmph! Mhm-mhhh,” you moaned eagerly.

Marko loved how soft and warm your tongue felt on the underside of his cock. He pulled you off of him with a pop and he moved your sweet dirty little mouth to lick his balls while he jerked off on your face.

You licked, and sucked, and swirled your tongue on his balls, trying your best to be apologetic for your behavior earlier. “Ohh, fuck, David I think she’s really sorry man,” Marko laughed out. He loved the way your eyes rolled back as you licked at him from below.

“Good,” David shoved another finger inside your cunt and scissored you open, “now she’ll know not to be a little shit.” He said sternly as you clenched around him. “Oh, sweet thing, are you gonna come already?”

Marko looked down at you as your eyes began to cross.

“Mmhm,” you moaned with his balls in your mouth.

“Fuck, David, I think I’m close too,” Marko moved you from his balls back to his cock, you gasped as you were repositioned. Marko was deep in your mouth, against the back of your throat making quick shallow thrusts.

David chuckled, “are the both of you going to come? Already?” You and Marko whimpered unanimously, and David chuckled, delighted by the way the both of you squirmed. “Tisk, tisk”, David shook his head in amusement. “Well sweetness, if you wanna come you know you gotta beg,” he shoved his fingers deep into you, curling them and pushing you further on Markos cock. You came off of Marko’s length with a pop as you turned to look at David.

“Please,” you begged out, a breathy pant. 

David smiled into your skin as he pressed kisses on your thighs, “not me, darlin,” he pushed you forward on the other vamp’s cock as he curled his fingers in you.  

Marko rubbed the back of your hair, he chuckled when you looked back up at him, puppy dog eyes trying to win his favor. “Get back to it, principessa.” He slipped your mouth back on himself, and you wrapped your tongue around his tip.

“Pwease,” you mumbled, still lapping at his tip. Your eyes were shut now, brows scrunched up in want; you focused on giving him pleasure, so you could get some.

You both moaned and whimpered, your lips pressed to his base, begging for your release. Marko whined, his face contorted with pleasure, “come for me, bella,” your walls spasmed around David’s fingers and Marko’s fingers intertwined with your hair as he shoved himself deep into your mouth to spray down your throat.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Marko moaned as his hips stuttered against your lips. You felt your whole body shake from your own orgasm, and you tried not to choke on Marko’s cock, it was so much come, you couldn’t swallow it fast enough. Marko pulled out from you and jerked the last few sprays in your face. You flinched as it hit your nose, and cheek, and the boys laughed.

Marko sat back down on his knees, clearly spent, while David turned you over to your back. He moved from his place between your legs, walked over to the side of the bed, and sat down next to where your head was. He wiped off Markos cum from your face, with his fingers and pushed them into your mouth.

You swirled your tongue against David’s gloved digits, “good girl,” he said darkly. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and moved his hand to your throat. “Now,” he let his other hand travel down to your cunt and rubbed your clit gently. “Are you going to be good from now on?”

You whimpered and nodded, “mhm”.

David squeezed harder on your throat, “is there something you want to tell Marko?” David pressed harder on your clit, and your hips started squirming on reaction. “Sweetness?” David called to you.

“Yessir, m’sorry Marko,” you choked against David’s hand. “I’ll be good…I promise,” Marko smiled, and David leaned over to kiss him.

You watched from your place below the boys as they licked each other’s tongues. You whimpered; watching the boys make out, while David choked you and played with your pussy, felt too good. Your hips bucked against David’s hands, and he pulled away from Marko.

“So fucking needy,” Marko said as he kissed down David’s cheek and jaw; the boys were looking down at you now.

Tears ran down the corner of your eyes and David finally pulled his hand from your throat. You gasped, and David moved to kneel above you at the top of the bed. His legs on either side of your head and pinned your wrists down. Marko walked to the other end, between your legs and started to lazily stroke his cock in his fist. You picked your head up and looked down at Marko, he threw his jacket to the wheelchair that was still by the bed and pushed his jeans further down. You looked up at David as Marko began to take off his shirt, your eyebrows knitted with nervousness.

“If you want to stop darlin, say so now,” David pressed a kiss against your forehead. Marko leaned down and ran his tongue over your wet slit.

“F-fuck!” You looked back down at Marko; his tongue was thin and forked and he slowly flicked it across your clit.

Now, he could smell you. The scent of your arousal, and the scent of your skin, he felt a heat grow in his chest and cheeks.

Was this what David had been smelling? He thought as he let his tongue lap up your love, no wonder he was going crazy.

He looked up at you, his beautiful hazel eyes turning gold and red, his nostrils flared as he savored your scent.

More!

He swirled his tongue in and out of you, it felt so odd and so fucking good. You pulled against David’s hold as you mewled and bucked your hips against the curly haired blonds face.

“Maarkoooo…” David called to the other vampire. He could hear his brother beginning to slip away, and called him back before it was too late.

Marko looked up at David from between your legs. He reluctantly pulled his tongue from you. He sat up, crawled onto the bed, and held his cock in his hand, he rubbed his thumb over his tip. He bit his lip; silently begging for your permission. You nodded softly to Marko, and he eagerly pushed himself inside you.

You moaned so sweetly for him, you felt so warm and nice against him. Marko pushed into you to the hilt. He pushed your shirt up over your breasts and pulled your hips down to him. He was a tits man, and he was going to love every second watching your beautiful pair bounce up and down for him.

“Aaah, Marko,” you whimpered as he bottomed out in you.

“Fuck,” he sucked in air through his teeth.

You could feel David shifting around atop you; you were surprised at how patient he had been this entire time, maybe this was his way of making it up to Marko for how he snapped at him earlier.

Marko wrapped your legs around his waist and started slow thrusts, you moaned, and he gripped his fingers into your flesh. It was a nice change of pace from last night, they both felt so good. From where he was hitting you, Markos tip dragged slowly against your sweet spot.

“Marko,” you whined, and pulled against David’s hold on your wrists.

“Easy, sweet thing,” David said gently, “just enjoy it.”

Marko picked up his pace and you could feel his balls slapping against your ass. The noise coming from you all was so lewd, you and Marko were moaning and gasping with the feel of each other’s bodies, and David was humming contently at the sight before him. Marko pulled your legs from around his waist and sat up with your legs parallel to him. He dug his nails into your thighs and started fucking you harder.

“Ahh fuck!” He’d stopped being gentle and was fucking you akin to how David was the night before. “Marko!”

You could hear your own mewling in your ears and David had moved to hold both of your wrists with one hand to cover your mouth with his other. “Noisy little thing, you don’t want to wake the neighbors, do you?” David chuckled.

“I want to hear her,” Marko panted out.

David looked up at him,” yeah?”

“Yeah,” Marko nodded, and David took his hand from your lips.

You moaned a symphony of the boy’s names as you came undone for them.

“Fuck, she’s squeezing me so tight,” Marko winced as he held your legs close to his chest.

“Yeah, but it feels fucking good, don’t it?” David looked down at you.

Marko started licking and nipping at your legs.

“Aah!” You cried out as he began to sink his fangs in.

“MARKO,” David shouted. Marko looked over at David, confused by his anger. “No blood,” he shook his head slowly and you could feel his low growling rumble through your upper half.

Marko reluctantly retracted his teeth and continued to suck marks along your legs.

“Marko,” you whimpered under him, you felt so good squeezing his cock, so warm, and soft, and wet.

“Fuuuuck,” he growled, moving your thighs off his chest, and your legs draped across his elbows. You could feel yourself bouncing in the bed when his hips came down against your ass. It was so hard, and deep into your heat. The plat, plat, plat, that came from Marko’s thrust against you was barely louder than your moaning.

“Harder!” you screamed as you raised your hips off the bed.

“Oh, is that not enough for you?” He lifted his arms and pulled your hips up to his level and railed into you. You moaned and whimpered as the boys enjoyed your reactions. David freed his cock from his jeans and started slowly jerking himself off with his free hand, while Marko fucked you dumb. He thrusted hard against your cervix, and you begged for his cum.

“Please, I want it,” you called out to Marko, and began begging for kisses.

David leaned down, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You tasted yourself on his lips, and he tasted Marko off yours. Marko pushed hard into your warm cunt and painted your insides white; he bent over you to suck on your breasts as he came.

Marko pressed his hips against your ass, and moaned as he filled you past your brim. You whimpered and David kept shoving his tongue down your throat.

Poor Marko slumped against your form, it had been so long since he’d shared someone with David, he loved sharing with him. He pushed up from where he was on the bed and brought David in for a kiss, you’d have felt left out if Marko wasn’t still throbbing inside of you. You wiggled against David’s hold and the boys chuckled as they pulled off of you.

You were more than satisfied with how the night was ending. The two vampire boys enamored with you, kissing, and licking all over your body, their sweet moans captured on yours and their skin. The warmth of the friction, the bruises and marks, the beautiful noises that echoed through the cave…

But David had to greedily end your happiness, “oh sweet thing, you’re not tired yet are you?”

With that, Marko pulled out of you, and pulled you over him. He laid back on the bed, and his come started dripping down your cunt onto his cock. You were back on all fours, and he was on his back on the bed. David pushed your ass down, your knees slid out and Marko’s cock was stuffed back in your pussy. You whined as David quickly moved behind you. He pushed down on your back and angled your hips up. He climbed over you and Marko, then lined up with your entrance. You were still hazy, coming down from your high when you realized what was happening.

“David, wait,” you tried to turn your head.

“It’s okay sweetness,” David said as he teased his tip against your skin.

“We’re gonna make you feel real good,” Marko said, pulling you down to him for a kiss. He tasted like weed; he was so greedy with how he kissed. His lips crashing against yours, his tongue eagerly pressing into your mouth, biting, and sucking your lips, you finally pulled away from him with a loud gasp when David pressed into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, David!” You screamed and moaned and wiggled against the boys as David’s cock bullied its way into your pussy.

“Hold her Marko!” David ordered him.

“Comere bella,” Marko pulled you back to a kiss and you whimpered against him. Your eyes were all the way back in your head, and your arms and legs shook as you tried to stay up right. The sensation of both the boys stuffed into your cunt was overwhelming. It was painful, and it stung at how stretched you were, you felt the tears come to your eyes and you sobbed into Marko’s mouth.

David finally stopped when his cock wouldn’t go in any further, nestled against Marko’s, the boys stilled to let you adjust. You were still sobbing and whimpering into Marko’s mouth when they finally checked on you.

“How’s she doing?” David asked Marko.

Marko pulled away from you and watched as the drool dripped out of your mouth and your eyes crossed. He chuckled, “I think she likes it,” Marko called to him. The boys slowly started to move in and out of you.

“F-f-fuuuuuuck,” you moaned, and tears started streaming from your eyes.

It was more pleasure than you’d ever felt, you tried to keep yourself from coming, because you knew your cunt would clench around them and squeezed even tighter. You didn’t want them losing control right now, so you just focused on breathing.

You panted, hard, and your fingers gripped into the sheets. When David pulled out, Marko pushed in, when Marko pulled out, David pushed in. They worked together to make you cry out with pleasure, they knew just how to make you come undone for them.

With a scream, you tore at the sheets in your hands, and you felt your knees buckle below you. You slumped against Marko’s chest, and he looked down at you from where he laid.

“You’re tuckering her out David.”

“She’s a big girl, she can take it.”

David slipped his fingers down your shoulders and around your arms. He grabbed around your elbows and pulled your arms up and behind you. You huffed and David sat back with your wrists in his hands and your arms pulled straight back. From where he was leaned back, he had you sat up, it was almost a sadistic form of cowgirl, except you were double stuffed with two big vampire cocks.

“D-D-David” you whined. Your head falling up, and felt the tears roll down towards your ears.

You could hear him laughing behind you, there was little you could do but pant and come. Marko gripped his nails into your hips and thrusted up into you. He loved watching your breasts bounce up and down, he was starting to be glad that David brought you home.

Marko sat up and wrapped his arms around your waist, he was sucking marks into your breasts now and you could feel his teeth on your flesh.

“Marko!” You sobbed.

David was too wrapped up in the feeling of your wet cunt around him to notice what was going on in front of him. Your scent in the air made the boys start to slip away from you, they fucked roughly into your cunt, and their movements became more erratic.

Poor you, you didn’t know that your scent was a damn vampire aphrodisiac.

Marko bit down, it was taking everything in him to keep from breaking the skin, but he was going to get as close to that as he possibly could. You looked down at the curly haired blond, you could barely see his golden eyes from how they were fluttering shut. He growled into your soft mounds, you could feel the rumbling rip through your chest, and he pulled tighter around your waist.

David could only hear three things at this very moment, the sound of his grunting, the sound of your heartbeat, and the sound of his hips slapping against your ass. Nothing else mattered to him. He was sharing his mate with his favorite brother, Marko, and David could tell he was starting to love you too. You felt so good around him, and he loved how Marko’s cock felt rubbing against his as well. He was going to abuse your body every day for the rest of your life if he would have it his way. He felt you spasming around their cocks again, and he laughed deep from his chest; he loved how easily you fell apart for him. He let your arms drop, and you slumped against Marko’s chest.

He leaned forward against you and licked the shell of your ear, “you comin again sweetness?” You just panted and whimpered for them, David chuckled, “you’re already getting used to us playing with ya, huh? Your sloppy little pussy loves sucking on our cocks, eh? Just a fucktoy aren’tcha?” He felt you squeeze against their cocks, “oh? You like being bullied, darlin’?” You squeezed again.

David looked over your shoulder at Marko, who was still sucking marks into your breasts. His golden eyes glossed over in lust; David could only imagine the look that was on your face, or his. He chuckled, his two favorites, both so wrapped up in their own pleasure to think of anything else, to notice anything else. With the way you were sucking them in it was a wonder how they both lasted so long. You felt Marko’s hips begin to falter, his nails gripping against your waist, and both you and David felt him throbbing as he came again.

Marko made such cute noises as he came, he grunted as his hips stuttered against you. His soft panting and whimpering into your skin was endearing, then he fell back hard against the bed. He was the one thing keeping you sitting up, so when he fell, so did you. You pushed your hands to Marko’s chest, trying to push yourself off, but you were stopped by a large hand on the back of your head.

David didn’t stop, he was merciless. He pushed your head down in a warning to not move, and he pulled your hips up and off of Marko. He fucked you against the other vampire.

Your top half was slumped against Marko, who was still panting from his own release, and you could feel the cum dripping down your thighs. David’s hips were smacking hard against your ass, the way his cock dragged slowly out of you, and slammed hard into you. His cock bullying its way into you, as you wiggled your hips, trying to get him to stop. His tip hitting your cervix hard with each thrust. It was torture, your poor cunt was so abused by this point, you could barely think with how sensitive you were. You were panting, trying to catch your breath.

“You’re finally quiet? Sweet thing? I wanna hear you!” David said, slapping your ass.

“Aah!” You moaned.

“More!” David yelled, smacking your ass again.

“Fuck!” You could hear some rustling behind you, and you felt David smack your ass again, this time it stung more, much more.

SMACK.

“Fuck! David!” You screeched. David had taken his belt from his jeans and was hitting you with it. You felt tears begin to prickle your eyes again, “please!”

SMACK.

“David!” You were crying now, your ass stung and the way the pleasure mixed with the pain… your eyes rolled back into your head, and you felt the tears roll down your cheeks.

David didn’t entirely like hurting you, but the way you clenched around him when he did… it was too good for him to stop.

SMACK.

“You really like getting bullied don’t Cha darlin?” David’s hand kneading the plush of your ass. “Dirty little whore, loving out cocks.” His hips pistoning against you as he continued to degrade you, “my good slut, our good slut. Come on sweet thing, tell me how much you love getting fucked dumb on my fat cock.”

Marko had finally caught his breath enough to look down at you, he saw you crying. He was a sadist, but after how good you made him feel he wanted to help you enjoy the pain that was being inflicted on you.

“Look at me, bella,” he called to you. His eyes were a deep golden color now, his voice was like silk, and you couldn’t help but listen to him. “Just enjoy it, principessa,” he called to you.

You were so weak, you let your mind slip under his control. The last of the pain quickly turned to pleasure, and you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. Marko smiled at your fucked out expression and pulled you into a kiss.

SMACK.

You felt David’s belt come down hard on your ass again, your legs shook, and you fell deeper into Marko’s kiss.

You moaned and screamed against his lips, you felt your orgasm crash into you, your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest, and this intense wave of pleasure washed over you. Your eyes crossed, your toes clenched, your whole body shook; suddenly, everything was hot, then everything was wet.

You heard David moan out behind you, and his thrusts became sloppy, and finally he pressed hard into you. You felt his spurts deep against your cervix and his hold on your hips felt like it was going to bruise, if not make you bleed.

He held himself against you for a second, then slowly, so tortuously slowly, pulled out of you. He watched as your cunt twitched around nothing, and the cum dribbled down your clit, and onto the bed.

“Fuck,” David panted out.

Marko pulled from the kiss, and you felt the fog in your mind begin to dissipate. The sting on your ass came back, and the welts from where the boys’ nails dug into your skin burned. But the ecstasy that pulsed from your cunt, it was all worth it. David was chuckling behind you now.

“What?” Marko called to him.

“She made a fucking mess of my jeans,” David moaned in delight.

“Did she?” Marko peered out from under you, sniffing the air. His eyes rolled back at the scent of your love, and he let out a low groan.

David swiped his finger across his pants and licked your taste off his digit. “Mmhm, my sweet thing.” David helped roll you off of Marko and pressed his index and middle finger into your mouth. You softly sucked on his fingers and pressed them between your tongue and the roof of your mouth. He smiled down at you, and Marko put himself back in his jeans.

David watched as your eyes softly shut and you gently stopped sucking on his fingers. He wanted more of you, but he knew you were done. Marko rolled off the bed and walked over to the wheelchair to pick up the rest of his clothes. He slid the shirt over his head and then put on his jacket; one arm in, and then the other, he looked over to David, who was still leaning over you in the bed.

Marko watched David smile down at you, he placed a soft kiss to your temple and covered your naked body with one of the blankets that was on the bed.

“David?” Marko called to his brother, he could usually read his mind, but right now he had closed himself off to Marko.

“Shh,” David hushed him, still watching you as you drifted off to sleep. After a moment, David turned to Marko, the look on his face a graven sight.

David knew he wouldn’t be able to keep you a secret from Max forever, and God forbid that psycho, Montgomery, came looking for you and the pack got caught in the crosshairs. He didn’t know what to make of it, but he knew Marko would be able to at least calm his nerves; maybe even offer some advice.

David stared at his brother, unsure of himself, “we need to talk.”

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Just Papa Solomons Things:

Summertime Edition

TH Masterlist

- More sex than usual. At least four times a week, unless he thinks it will impact your health too much or you are on your period.

- I’m not joking and we all know it.

- The man seems like a wolf in rut during the season.

- It’s seriously as if he has puppy fever, mumbling how you’d make the perfect mother and he wants a family with you while delirious with pleasure to a degree he usually isn’t.

- Those types of comments only leaves his lips in summer.

- Along with the effort to keep going until the condom rips if you don’t give in to his pleas to take it off first.

- Werewolf!Alfie would certainly have puppy fever. Imagine the possessive breeding sessions. I… I can’t🥵

- Now, clothes are definitely optional according to Alfie. However, whereas he usually at least keeps on a pair of knickers or jeans (if he really wants to meet you halfway) he’ll be buck-naked from the moment he comes home.

- Speaking of which, he loves coming home to you. Funnily enough, ever since you started dating, Alfie’s become a lot more domestic. It’s that he’s the breadwinner (no pun intended), but he’d be happy to be a house husband.

- Barbecues and vegan cooking galore. Barely an evening passes by whereby you two don’t treat the neighbourhood to delicious smells.

- Rum, tea, and coffee in the yard beneath the pomegranate tree until the sun sets.

- Alfie’s bought you various silk nightgowns and pieces of lingerie. Partially to keep you cool, mostly because he loves how you tend to creep out of your shell whenever you wear it.

- He loves how you’ve grown more comfortable with it, adores it how you’ve grown to love your body. Yourself.

- Beach trips on his days off, which are quite a few. Ollie will literally shoo him out of the bakery if you don’t come get him yourself without having to be prompted by a phone call. The two of you have banded together to combat The Mad Baker of Camden’s workaholic nature.

- And you know he works a lot to provide for you (and save up for a ring), but his health isn’t the best and you dread the prospect of him in a hospital bed.

- So you and Ollie literally force him to take time off.

- Alfie loves it when you put sunscreen on his back, the way you massage it into the damaged skin and help him relieve some of the constant tension his years in the army and running the bakery have left him with.

- If the weather is pleasant enough and his leg’s okay, Alfie likes to take you on day trips by motorcycle. However, if it’s going to be a long one, he’ll simply drive.

- Impromptu overnight stays if you two lose track of time on the days you do go by bike. Can’t have you falling asleep in the backseat, so a hotel it is.

- Alfie likes to make sure there’s a carafe filled with ice water in the bedroom at all times. Partially because his house can get pretty stuffy, being one of those old English houses not built to keep out the summer heat.

- Mostly to keep you hydrated after yet another round of animalistic yet intimate lovemaking.

- On the hottest of the dog days he’ll put a carafe and glass on both your bedside tables.

- If sleep doesn’t come to either of you, you’ll sit in the living room, watching Margate at night.

- Although, occasionally you join Alfie in his midnight baking ventures.

- Slow dancing in the kitchen, especially then.

- Alfie isn’t much of a dancer, but he likes to softly sway with you while you’re waiting for the oven.

- Regardless of the heat, you’ll both have one cup of hot coffee during breakfast to get a proper start on the day. However, ice coffee rules supreme for the hours thereafter.

- Alfie prefers iced vanilla latte or regular latte, having a bit of a sweet tooth. You, on the other hand, like the complete opposite: americano and cold brew.

- Nevertheless, there’s an old saying that opposites attract.

- And that he insist on paying for your caffeine boosts.

- Because he’s your man.

- And what good is a king who can’t provide for his queen?

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[dyeher]

I need something good on my dash. Dad imaushi and dad Kenny thots 🥹 fuck it and throw in Tetta too🥹 or really just TR dads

Imaushi is the reluctant athletic dad who gets elected by the PTA to coach track. His sons are on the team obviously and he’s not normally a competitive guy but track meets see a different Wakasa— he’s talking to these 9/10 year olds like they’re adults. “If you don’t win this next race I’m taking your goddamn caprisun.” “What the fuck was that Sano!? You run like an 80 year old with rheumatoid arthritis.” “Oye! You’re embarrassing me!” (Said like an Italian father, to his son who is literally in first place.) He’s 100% in an adidas track suit hands in his pockets scowling at the other teams coaches.

Kisaki has the kind of genes that doctors giggle about. You have his daughter and she’s got the crease between her eyebrows straight out the womb. He’s whipped from day one and he 100% tries to reason that she- six months old- should have a say in whether or not you should buy a new house. AND ykw? He’s the kind of father who forgets he has a job sometimes because his daughter becomes essentially number one to him. Shuji calls him at 9am after four days of no show no call no text no email like “Will we be seeing you today sir or shall I tell your employees you’re dead?”😭

Now Ken is the hands on daddy’s girl/anything my princess wants/she can do no wrong father. He encourages madness as well and has tried to convince you on numerous occasions that your daughter should be allowed a bike (she’s six) and he should start teaching her to ride from young. Also I have said it multiple times but he’s wearing ribbons whenever she is. He’s twinning with hairstyles, they’re getting mani pedis.

[a-hard-spring]

secrets

today i hope you come to the cafe that sits between our street blocks. buy me a sweet coffee, tell me i look beautiful with my hair tied in ribbon, become overwhelmed by the mixed scent of warm pastries and my sweat. 

baby, how i miss calling you baby. how right it felt on my tongue, how easy it was to feel you were mine. i keep replaying that time you slipped up, right outside my apartment door. you called me that name and leaned in for a kiss before you realized it wasn't allowed. how i wish you would do that again.

sometimes, i think back to that raining july day, before our month of silence. how i cried and whispered my side of abandonment, and you couldn’t breathe. all that tenderness you showed in listening whilst the window fogged. secretly, i wish you fucked me in the back seat of your car. it was so dark out and i was so open- but not even a kiss. i wonder if your mind was on his hands back then. 

i know everything we need now will hurt. i try to not think about it out loud, but i'm not used to all this forgetting. 

im mad at you for doing everything that you never did with me; coffee and cigarettes, dogs and bike rides, shaved heads and dyke clubs. i wish we could keep growing together. 8 years passing and i pretend to not care.

i keep my back-door open in case you want to visit. every time the doorbell buzzes i hope that its you. romantically you're standing on my steps, confessing how you've needed me all along. like some lovesick puppy i'll fall to your feet, become your good girl so we can train new trust out of old hurt. but its never you knocking- its never been you.

at night, i change my bedroom light dark-pink and strip myself naked on top my sheets. i picture you watching, the heat of your eyes. i move in the only ways i know how. molding myself into the shapes that made you need me more. even four fingers deep i can't seem to fill that space inside me. this routine hasn't stopped, even if i always feel more alone in the aftermath.

every morning i get dressed, i wonder what you are wearing. if its something i'd recognize, something i would've kept for my own. i think about the texture of the fabric, how it feels against your back. if its itchy or stained or tearing. i become jealous of an imaginary shirt because its closer than i can be.

last week when adrianne sang that song about donut steam, i wish you looked at me. i felt the beating of your skin so close, but i couldn't see your face. even when the whole world was dying, you didn’t choose me.

i fear i dont know how to love like i thought i did. in my one bedroom apartment, i talk myself down. maybe its the masochistic in me, but just because you've stopped trying doesn't mean i can.

i know you might be reading this. i hope that you are.

mjp

[roudiseshipweek]

You Don't Have to Show Off For Me

Summary:

Louise and Rudy go bowling. Rudy wins, Louise deals.

Roudise Week 2024, Day 2 Prompt: Bowling/Burobu. Chosen Topic: Bowling but Burobu is mentioned.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Louise pulled into the parking lot of Spare Change Lanes. She was not a big bowler, but it was Rudy’s turn to pick the date and after subjecting him to “Death Canoe Returns” the month before. She figured she owed him this one. Plus, the bowling alley was the only place open after nine that was appropriate for teens and Louise got stuck working late. Tina and Zeke were attending the wedding of one of Zeke’s old wrestling teammates and Gina and Holly had a show. Ultimately it was either endure bowling or reschedule. Louise hated rescheduling. So here she was.

She slammed the door of the tiny sedan Tina had generously leant her for the weekend. She prayed she would get it back in one piece. She had just finally gotten a decent amount of money in her flying lesson fund again. After rebuilding for a year post wrecking Tina’s bike, and most of the money came from watching Kendra for an entire weekend. Something she would rather not repeat. She entered the bowling alley and spotted Rudy sitting at lane four. Along with Jessica and Megan, Kaylee and Benj, and Harley and Jodi.

“I’m joining them on four.” Louise told the attendant.

“You must be Louise. Your little boyfriend has been waiting for you.” The attendant replied with a smile.

“Uh yeah that’s me, Louise.” Louise replied, she would kill Rudy later when there were no witnesses.

  She grabbed her shoes and walked over to where her friends waited. Jessica and Megan were sucking faces as always. Louise was happy for them, but she wished they hadn’t turned into kissing Frankenstein the moment they got together. Jodi clung to her personal ball and shoes. She rarely bowled but still required her own equipment. At least she didn’t Clorox the seats anymore. Louise lost her first cool jacket that way during the fifth-grade field trip. Harley was rambling about something or nothing it could go either way with her. Kaylee was doing her breathing exercises either due to the stress of being in a busy bowling alley or because Benj was leaning back in his wheelchair again.

“Hey guys sorry I’m late. I had to help close up.” Louise apologized.

“It’s OK we are just putting our names in.” Rudy replied.

Louise watched as Rudy typed her name into the computer. She grabbed a pink ball and placed it on the rack. Jessica went first. She watched her friends cycle through their first frame. Her turn came and she slowly made her way to the lane. She tried to ignore Rudy’s strike. Rudy struggled with a lot of things, but he was a damn good bowler. Gutter ball two gutter balls. Louise sighed and retreated to the snack bar. Where she ordered a slice of pizza, fries, and a root beer. She returned just in time to see Rudy’s second strike.

“You know you don’t have to impress me. You already got me.” Louise teased.

“Oh, but I do.” Rudy smirked.

“OK well you made your point. I am definitely not jealous or anything like that but please tone it down.” Louise insisted.

“I am afraid I cannot. I am the Paul Rudd of bowling.” Rudy countered.

“Eh?” Louise questioned.

“The GOAT.” Rudy replied.

“Yeah, well Madeline Wunch was also a GOAT.” Louise teased.

“It’s so easy to insult he because she was a strong woman.” Rudy commented.

“You are the only person on EARTH who would defend her.” Louise laughed.

“You defend Gina. Who is actually terrible.” Rudy reminded.

“My sweet sibling took their chosen name from her.” Louise scoffed.

“Because you made her. Because you were mad that Buzzfeed test said you were Gina and not Rosa. So, you screamed Gina fifty billion times until Gina took that as their name.” Rudy recalled.

“Buzzfeed LIES!” Louise screamed.

“I dunno I see it.” Rudy laughed.

“Watch it Stieblitz.” Louise hissed.

“Can we maybe talk about something other than Brooklyn 99?” Harley asked.

“I got diarrhea the other day.” Benj announced.

“You did?! When how long?!” Jodi cried.

“Relax Jodi it’s just a side effect of one of my meds.” Benj assured.

“So, our choices for conversations are an old police comedy or bodily functions? Delightful.” Kaylee sighed.

“Well, we could go back to talking about how Rudy is a showoff!” Louise cried.

“Come on, Louise you are a sore loser.” Rudy replied.

“I am not losing!” Louise hissed.

“Oh, but you are. You have four.” Rudy laughed.

  Louise did in fact lose, badly. Not that it bothered her or anything. Everybody else headed home when the game ended but Louise and Rudy stuck around. They walked over to the arcade. Louise noticed a Burobu plush in the claw machine. She opened her purse frantically searching for quarters. She managed to find four at the very bottom. She dug them out and rolled them into the slots. Much to her dismay she did not win. She let out a disappointed sigh and turned to walk away.

“Your knight in shining armor has arrived!” Rudy cried withdrawing his wallet.

It took seven tries and twenty-eight quarters total, but Louise finally managed to win the plush. She eagerly knelt down and collected it from the shoot raising it above her head in victory. Rudy smirked and captured the moment on his phone.

“Oh, this is so going on the gram.” Rudy sang.

“Over your dead body!” Louise hissed.

“You couldn’t kill me.” Rudy taunted.

“I could kill you, but I won’t.” Louise insisted.

“And why is that?” Rudy questioned.

“Because I love you, idiot.” Louise sighed.

“SHE LOVES ME!” ATTENTION SPARE CHANGES LANES! LOUISE BELCHER LOVES ME! SHE SAID IT OUT LOUD!” Rudy cried, managing to get the entire thought out before needing his inhaler.

“Don’t press your luck.” Louise warned by shoving her finger into his chest.

“No take backs!” Rudy teased.

“Whatever we bowled, I got my Burobu. Now it is time to go home.” Louise replied.

“My dad and Cherrie aren’t going to be back until around one if you want to come over.” Rudy offered.

“Fine but no adult stuff. We will watch one Hawk and Chick movie, and I will eat one plate of your nachos.” Louise insisted.

“Deal” Rudy agreed.

Notes:

Probably not my best work this week but I didn’t have much inspiration and it was written fairly quickly.

[gasha40k]

I’ve been reading a lot of 40k fiction in between painting recently, and I’ve gotten a good bit of progress done on both. I’ll start with a little reading update.

Horus Rising

False Gods

Galaxy in Flames

Flight of the Eisenstein

Fulgrim

First Heretic

Know No Fear

Butcher’s Nails

Betrayer

Wrath of Khârn

Khârn: Eightfold Path

I finished Betrayer just a couple days ago, and holy shit. What an incredible book. I am a strong Khârn stan (Argel Tal, too) and I am more convinced than ever that I’m a World Eaters gamer.

I plan to read the three (or four) Unremembered Empire books before I loop back to A Thousand Sons to read the “main” Heresy storyline through to Slaves to Darkness, and eventually Siege of Terra. But for now, I’m making a little detour through all of the books that Khârn takes center stage for, so that I can satiate the hyperfixation and figure out what he’s up to in the 42nd Millennium. I also plan to finish most of the World Eaters books, as that was the whole reason that I started reading the Heresy in the first place.

Betrayer is by far my favorite Warhammer novel. Fulgrim was my top for a while—I may be a closeted Emperor’s Children enjoyer, don’t tell Blood Daddy—but man. Betrayer blew it out of the fucking water. What an incredible ending to an incredible trilogy. My biggest takeaways were as follows: nobody fucking likes Angron, and Khârn is my favorite guy ever. Enough gushing, though. Time for painting stuff.

The second Ultramarine I’ve ever painted, weirdly enough. My first Ultramarine was my first model, so my second being a keychain-corpse for a new army is weirdly sentimental

Since we’re on the topic of Khorne, I finished up the torso of my old school Daemon Prince. I’m exceptionally proud of this! I think the shading and blending is maybe some of my best, most advanced painting yet, and I pulled out just about every technique that I know for this thing. I even did a little drybrushing on the Necron skull. Here’s to hoping I can maintain this level of quality across the other pieces of this mini once I get some more primer.

Getting some good use out of my technicals, and finally utilizing my skull box

Still on Khorne, here’s some more progress on those Bloodletters from last post. They’re just about done, complete with horn blending and everything. I’m planning on doing flaming blades for them, but I’ll have to buy some more paints before I tackle that. I’ve got a handful more of primed and based Bloodletters, so they’ll probably be my backup easy paint for a while. The bases are simple and easy to make, but decently visually effective, which I think is good and fitting for such a massed unit.

Next up, I decided to give highlighting a go with one of my newer Thunderbearers, since I’m trying to boost my painting technique all around. This is definitely my best highlighting work yet, certainly leagues ahead of my first try from last year. I think he looks pretty clean!

I’m also experimenting with new photography backgrounds since I got kinda sick of having pasta or hamster cage cleaner or whatever the fuck in the background of my poorly lit update pictures. Think I may have stumbled upon a good method for backgrounds.

I love you, empty white void

Last but certainly not least, I finished up the first bike for my lone Outrider Squad. I’m really happy with him, as well. The hardest part of painting these dudes is definitely base painting. They just have a lot of ground to cover with your brush so they absolutely devour paint, but it’s cool cause I finally finished him up after like, actual months of sitting half-painted in my vehicles box. I’m a particular fan of the little white lens glare in the top left of his eye. I just think it’s neat.

This unit is gonna be mad satisfying to finish, and I can’t wait to get more work done. In the meantime, I’m chugging away at my first 5-man Berzerker squad, including their bases, which are gonna be pretty unique. They’re like, black mountainous rocks littered with skulls and blood-stained snow. Alongside that, I’ve also been stripping my Custodes, so I’ll have a bit of an update about that next time, too.

[msweebyness]

Class of Heroes AU: Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?

And here it is! The second in my series of songfics, and was this a punch in the feels to write, lemme tell ya! Artzy, this one goes out to you! As always, credit to @imsparky2002 and @artzychic27! Special thanks to Sparky for helping me with some of the dialogue! Our tale begins just a few months after the tragic deaths of Queen Penny and Queen Alyssa of Arendelle…

A solemn and mournful feeling hung in the air in the palace of Arendelle. The deaths of their beloved queens, just months before, still weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone in the palace.

The servants in the grand hall looked up as four-year-old Prince Kiran darted past them, no doubt heading for his older brother’s bedroom. Hesitantly, they smiled. Perhaps some fun would lift the spirits of both boys.

Stopping outside one of the large windows in the hall, Kiran gasped excitedly when he saw the snow falling from the sky, before racing to his brother’s door.

“Marc?”

Kiran knocked on the door in the special beat he and Marc had come up with as a sort of passcode. Practically bouncing on his heels, he asked…

Do you wanna build a snowman?

Come on, let's go and play!

The large mounds of snow outside were perfect for some winter fun, and Kiran just knew that a day of sledding and snow angels would cheer the both of them up.

I never see you anymore

Come out the door!

It's like you've gone away…

With a sad expression suddenly overtaking his features, Kiran slumped downward, sitting with his back against the door.

We used to be best buddies

And now we're not.

I wish you would tell me why!

It had been over a month since he and Marc had last played together, and Kiran missed his brother terribly. Why wouldn’t Marc come out of his room? Had Kiran done something wrong?

Do you wanna build a snowman?

It doesn't have to be a snowman...

Kiran pressed his eye up to the keyhole, trying to see what his brother was up to in there.

“N-Not now, Kiran.”, came Marc’s quiet and hesitant reply. The younger prince slumped sadly and turned to walk away from the door.

“Okay, bye...”

Sitting, looking out over the kingdom, that evening, the elder prince of Arendelle jumped back in fright as his windowsill was suddenly coated in a thick layer of ice under his hands.

Alarmed, Marc called for Su-Han, the chief Royal Advisor, who came in bearing a solemn expression. He opened an ornate wooden box, revealing it to contain a pair of dark gloves made of a thick fabric the boy didn’t recognize.

“Put these gloves on. They will help you to control it.”, he said sternly, and Marc quickly obeyed. To the prince’s relief, the gloves seemed to work to stop his magic.

“Conceal it…”, the old advisor prompted. Marc knew what came next, it was an old rhyme meant to help him withhold his magic.

“Don't feel it.”

“Don’t let it show.”, the two finished together. Su-Han nodded, before his solemn expression turned deadly serious.

“Now, you must NEVER take these off. You could KILL someone with that power if you're not careful.”, he told the young prince coldly. With a frightened expression, Marc nodded.

“O-ok. I promise.”

Two years passed since that night, and young Prince Kiran, now six, was once again racing to his brother’s room! Maybe Marc would come out to play today. They had been sharing meals together as of late, after all! Sure, he sat at one of the long table and Marc at the other, and they didn’t really talk, but it was something!

Kiran knocked the cheerful beat of their secret code in Marc’s door, before he asked the question he did about every two days or so.

Do you wanna build a snowman?

Or ride our bike around the halls?

I think some company is overdue

I've started talking to the pictures on the walls!

Kiran was honestly starting to go mad with no one to play with! So he hoped with all his heart that this would be the day Marc would say yes!

It gets a little lonely

All these empty rooms

The servants all just went about their business, mostly keeping to themselves, leaving Kiran to wander the halls of the enormous palace with nothing much to do but stare at the time passing.

Just watching the hours tick by...

The young prince flopped down in front of the large grandfather clock in one of the various sitting rooms of the palace, making ticking sounds with his tongue against his teeth.

Meanwhile….

Sitting on the floor of his bedroom, surrounded by jagged ice stalagmites, tears running down his cold cheeks, was Prince Marc. Looking up, he met the angry, cold and disapproving gaze of Su-Han.

“I-I didn't mean to do it...it-it's getting stronger, no matter what I do...”, Marc stammered out, the icy spires growing larger as he curled in on himself.

“Getting upset makes it worse. Calm down, now.”, the elder man said sternly, making a motion to grab the prince, who jumped back in panic.

“NO! Don't touch me! I don't wanna hurt you!”, he cried, as he took tentative steps back toward the wall. Su-Han shook his head with a look of disappointment.

“You'll only ever hurt people if you don't learn to control yourself and your emotions. THIS is why you can't see your brother. Why the people of the kingdom can't know what you are.”

Trembling, Marc looked at the man, pleading for any answers he could give.

“Wh-what can I do? How do I fix this?”

His expression turning solemn as stone once again, Su-Han answered:

“You must learn to keep your power sealed away inside you at all times, and at any cost. You must master discipline and control, and until you do that, you MUST remain isolated. With this magic of yours, it's simply too dangerous.”

Marc looked at the man in utter despair. At this rate, he would spend the rest of his life alone in this room! And Kiran…

“Just... let Kiran keep seeing me for meals, please? I'lI wear the gloves. I'll stay far away, I won’t even speak. Please, I…I just need to know he's ok!”, Marc pleaded, feeling his spirit start to break once more.

“Once I see proof of you improving, we'll discuss it.”

Another two years passed, and a letter arrived at the palace of Arendelle. The elder prince had been invited to attend the prestigious Francois Preparatory Academy! He would be leaving in only a day’s time. Eight-year-old Prince Kiran now walked solemnly down the hall, having just spoken with Advisor Su-Han.

“There is something…very wrong with your brother. He is going away to get it fixed.”

And so Kiran found himself, yet again, in front of Marc’s door, giving three solemn knocks, unable to even muster their special code.

Marc, please I know you're in there

People are asking where you've been…

Gossip was spreading through the kingdom about the reclusive elder prince. Kiran didn’t believe any of the ridiculous stories the village folk came up with, but he longed to know what was actually going on with his brother. What was this “terrible illness” that made Marc isolate himself?

They say, "Have courage," and I'm trying to

I'm right out here for you

Just let me in

Kiran wondered if his brother felt the same sadness he did. It had been years since they had a proper conversation. If they could even spend a moment together, perhaps this rift between them could heal. The deaths of their mothers had hit them both so hard, but they still had each other. If only Marc would open this door…

We’ve only had each other

Now, you’re about to leave…

What am I gonna do?

Even if he rarely ever saw Marc nowadays, just the assurance that he was there was one of the few things that got Kiran through each day. Now, he wouldn’t even have that…

Do you wanna build a snowman?

When he received no response from his older brother, Kiran pushed himself to his feet and walked down the hall to his own room, tears slipping from his silvery eyes.

On the other side of the heavy oaken door, Prince Marc stood with head against the ice-coated wood, tears of his own sliding down his frigid cheeks.

Kiran, I know you're out there…

I hear you every day

Four long years, he had listened to his brother, asking him to spend some time together, his heart breaking a little more with each time he had to refuse. He missed Kiran more than anything.

I want to tell you everything, I really wish…

That I could say…

As far as Kiran knew, Marc had a terrible sickness that required him to stay away from everyone, for their own safety. He longed more than anything to tell him the truth, to let him know that the last thing he wanted was to push his little brother away like this.

I want to be beside you! To help you through…

If only he could just have a moment with his brother, he would give him a hug and tell him that everything was going to be alright. But Su-Han would never allow that, and perhaps he was right in feeling that way. Marc never forgot the…accident for a moment.

Believe me I need you too…

I want to build a snowman…

Marc sank down to sit with his back to the door, burying his head in his knees as a fresh swell of tears overtook him, the ice around him spreading even further.

‘Goodbye, Kiran. I promise I’ll come back better for you…’

I’m not crying, YOU’RE CRYING! Anyway, there it was folks! LMK what you thought in comments and reblogs! Oh, FYI, Marc’s part is Elsa’s Reply by Elsie Lovelock on YouTube!

Link: https://youtu.be/MutnK1UbdRk

Coming up next in this series is Zero to Hero! Keep and eye out! Love and hugs!

[ericshoney]

Watch it ~ Chapter twenty-four

Three days had passed since Sangyeon told Ivy the news. Since then, he had also broken the news to Storm. Both girls were slightly worried about the job, having read the contract, knowing what the deal was and remembering the last time they saw the Enhypen members.

It was eight at night, the eleven males were sat around the living room, having the night off, both girls walked in, Ivy holding the contract in her hands. Sangyeon smiled, knowing she would do it.

"I see you've chosen the right path." Sangyeon mentioned.

Ivy handed the contract to Storm and walked over to Sangyeon, standing in front of him between his legs.

"I love you. I trust you." She said.

Ivy then leaned closer and whispered softly, "I want to be your Queen." Sangyeon smirked at her words and kissed her softly.

"That is already true my love. Now get going." He instructed.

Ivy smiled and walked over to Storm, she smiled at her friend and with a swift goodbye, the two left the mansion alone. The first time in months.

"You trust this isn't a trick?" Juyeon asked.

"Oh I know it's not. They're too far gone to even think of escaping." Sangyeon answered with a smirk.

Meanwhile, both girls had sped off down the street, Storm breaking every speeding law in the city. Ivy held the contract tightly, she kept thinking if they would sign it. She also had Changmin's words racking through her brain.

Just shoot them if they say no.

She knew he was mad. His first thought always being violence. That was just his personality. She had a gut feeling they would say no, be disappointed in both of them. However, Ivy didn't seem to care, the thought actually made her laugh.

Soon, with Storm's speedy driving, the two pulled up at their old warehouse. They saw the boys cars and bikes parked up and a light on inside, indicating they were in there. Ivy turned to Storm as she parked up, smirking at her friend.

"Ready to make some old friends cry~" She said.

"Hell yeah~" Storm said.

The two friends slipped guns into their back pockets, Ivy holding the contract tightly, as they walked up to the door. Storm knocked loudly on the door, and within a few minutes, it flew open, a gun pointed at her forehead.

"Wow, that's shiny." She mumbled with a small giggle.

"S-Storm...I-Ivy." 

"Hi buddy~" Ivy sang.

Both girls smiled at the youngest male. Niki was in shock, seeing the two girls he thought as sisters standing right in front of him, their personalities had changed and he could tell. He was so in shock, he dropped his gun, the weapon dropping with a bang.

"What...What brings you here?" He asked carefully.

"Oh, just a bit of....business." Storm answered, rocking on her feet.

"I...Um...no." Niki said, holding the door tightly.

"Oh sweet Niki, you don't have a choice." Ivy said with a laugh.

Both girls pulled out their guns, pointing them at Niki before he had time to grab his that he dropped. He sighed and opened the door, letting them in. Ivy patted his shoulder.

"Wise choice, bud." She praised.

"The others are chilling in the main area." He mumbled.

Niki led the pair to the others, their faces showing shock once they saw them. Ivy didn't waste any time and threw the contract at Jungwon, the young leader scanning it quickly. Once he read it, he passed it to Heeseung.

"What is this?" Jungwon called.

"Business." Storm bluntly said.

"Business, so you work for them now?" Sunoo called.

"More than that~" Ivy said with a smirk.

Jay felt his heart drop to his stomach, hearing those words. The girl he loved for years, now dating his enemy.

"I'm guessing you are as well." Heeseung mentioned, looking at Storm.

"Yeah, at least Eric cares for me." She replied, sparing a glance at Jake.

Jake froze, he couldn't believe his ears, his girl was now with Eric. He looked down, feeling broken.

"Just sign the contract and we'll be gone. The only people you'll have to deal with will be the guys." Ivy mentioned.

The seven of them each read the contract, none of them could really believe all this. They thought it was a prank to start with, but shortly realised it was real.

"Why?" Jungwon questioned.

"Sangyeon wants your territory, it's one of the last for him to take over. This contract means you still get to operate and you get half of the earnings." Ivy responded.

"And you get to live!" Storm added.

The six looked to their leader, Jungwon sighed heavily and pulled out his pen. Everyone looked shocked as he signed his name. The remaining members followed. Heeseung passed the contract over to Ivy, the girl smiling.

"Pleasure doing business with you." She said.

"The guys will be in touch." Storm said.

The two then left, leaving the seven males in shock. None of them said a word, taking in what just happened. One thing they knew was, they lost their girls forever.

[britesparc]

Weekend Top Ten #591

Top Ten Moments in Indiana Jones Movies

I don’t know if you’ve noticed but there’s a new Indiana Jones movie. Directed by James Mangold – who made Cop Land, Walk the Line, and Logan – it stars the 108-year-old Harrison Ford, Fleabag, and that bloke who always plays baddies playing a baddie. It’s called The Dial of Destiny and based on nothing but my own assumptions (and the fact that it seems as if Mads Mikkelsen’s Nazi ne’er-do-well might not have aged between 1944 and 1969) that it’s gonna have something to do with time travel. I reckon Karen Allen’s Marion Ravenwood – last seen marrying Dr. Henry Jones Jr – has died (sniff) and when he gets his hand on this “Dial of Destiny”, Indy’s gonna have a moral moment a bit like at the end of Last Crusade, where he could put this immense power out of enemy hands for good, or use it himself to bring his wife back.

Or maybe I’m completely wrong.

Anyway, to celebrate the release of Dial of Destiny I actually re-watched all four prior Indy films this year. I could rank them, but there’s, like, four, so it’s not really a top ten. But then I thought, well, what are the best moments in the movies? Because these are films just built on moments. Even the lesser ones have some tremendous action scenes, fight scenes, stuntwork, and prolonged chases. Crystal Skull – the much-maligned fourth outing – is at its best when it’s on the hoof, with a great warehouse escape in the opening sequence, a bike chase through a university, and a chase through the jungle that ends up going down a waterfall. These are excellent moments of action cinema that really showcase just how adept at this sort of stuff Spielberg is.

And Crystal Skull isn’t even the best film! I mean, it’s not the worst either, but it’s down there a little bit.

What I’m trying to say is that the whole Indy saga is just a phenomenally well-constructed series of breakneck, nail-biting, expertly choreographed action scenes. I’m not really sure why Spielberg isn’t talked about more as an action director, because he stages the heck out of these things, and is capable of not only giving us exciting cinema, not only framing it in such a way as to be decipherable and easy to follow, but also injects a huge amount of humour and heart and character into these things. From the very first moments of Raiders, we have the core tenants defined: yes, it’s a great, exciting, action set piece; but it’s also inventive (the idol, the arrows, the boulder!). It shows Indy’s ingenuity and knowledge but also his fallibility; he cocks up by mistaking the weight of the idol and so triggering the booby traps. He runs hell for leather, appears knackered and beaten down (we also have that sublime moment where grabs a vine, thinks he’s safe, cracks a relieved smile, and then the vine starts to tear away and he panics again). Then he’s captured, taunted, has the idol taken from him, but manages to escape anyway with arrows raining down around him. And he hates snakes! He hates ‘em!

The boulder scene hasn’t made this list, shockingly; yes, I’m even angry with myself. But bloody hell fire, there’s just so much in these films. Almost every one of them has at least three or four simply phenomenal action scenes. There are absolute all-time iconic scenes here. Any list of the best action scenes of all time ever that didn’t include at least one Indiana Jones sequence is not to be trusted. And yeah, okay, whilst there may have been a little bit of trying to give every film a fair shake here, I do think that all of them have their merits and then some. Even the really stupid bit in Temple of Doom when they jump out of an aeroplane in a dingy is still a cool stunt.

All this said and still I think the best thing about Indy is the heart and humanity of the series. Yeah, okay, I guess he’s a cad and a bit of a graverobber and all that, but the whole franchise is about how, deep down, he cares so damn much. He believes in stuff. He loves people. He gets hurt but he keeps getting back up again. And again, and again, and again, long after he probably, realistically, should have stopped making these films. Which is why not all of these moments are really action – some of them are drama and some of them are comedy. But we still have that propulsive excellence that defines these movies.

Indiana. Let it go.

The truck chase (Raiders of the Lost Ark, 1981): one of the greatest stunts in history as far as I’m concerned. It’s a great car chase which features clambering over and around trucks, people getting punched out of windows, and – oh my god – the classic Stagecoach-riffing moment where Vic Armstrong crawls underneath a moving truck and edges his way to the rear before climbing up the back of the vehicle. It’s stunning. And, again, it’s a sequence that features so many great Ford reaction shots and instances of him getting battered.

The tank chase (The Last Crusade, 1989): another excellent chase through the sand, with Indy once more going on and around a large moving vehicle. Here, though, we have multiple things going on, with Henry and Marcus in the tank, and Sallah helping out on horseback. There’s great ingenuity – the rock in the gun barrel – and ups and downs as our heroes score minor victories and then get clonked on the head. And then the tension of Indy trapped on the barrel, about to hit a rock, and then the glorious gag of the tank going over the cliff and a bedraggled Indy joining his companions as they stare over the edge.

The Brody cut (Crusade): yep, not really an action beat, but I did just say “moments”! This is such a funny bit and one of the best jump cut edits of all time. We slowly track in on Indy as he taunts the Nazis with Marcus Brody’s skills and accomplishments; “with a little luck, he’s found the Grail already.” Smash cut: Brody walking through a market loudly asking if anyone speaks English. What more is there to say? He got lost in his own museum.

“Let it go” (Crusade): still on Crusade, a film that’s one percent not quite as amazing as Raiders but is still just so damn good. This is almost an action scene as it’s a tense bit of stuntwork and effects as Indy falls into a crevice and stretches out to retrieve the Grail, his fingers touching it. The simplicity of his dad calling him “Indiana” for the one and only time in the movie – acknowledging his son’s choices, having grown to understand and accept them – is so touching it kicks Indy out of his Grail-mania and allows him to be saved, choosing life – and therefore death – over the Grail’s promise of immortality.

Anything Goes (Temple of Doom, 1984): my least-favourite of the four films (by a gnat’s wing) still has some blinding moments, including the best opening of the series. Spielberg scratches his musical itch about thirty-five years before West Side Story will a beautifully choreographed Busby Berkeley-esque dance sequence of chorus girls, and future Mrs. Spielberg Kate Capshaw singing in Mandarin. When Indy drinks poison and scrambles for an antidote there’s a knockabout, slapstick quality to the proceedings, with things getting kicked away amidst a riot and a fight, and then – and then! – they end up in a car chase through Shanghai, before the great final gag. Nice try, Lao Che!

The plane (Raiders): the story of the production of the plane fight is legendary – George Lucas snapping two wings off a model because it would be too expensive to build full-scale – but the sequence itself remains extraordinary. Another great example of Indy getting the shit kicked out of him, it’s also a great showcase for Marion as she batters a Nazi pilot with some chocks and attempts to steer the plane, its rotation – and spinning rotors – a recurring threat as Indy fights a Nazi man-mountain. After all the tension and drama of the fight, we get that great moment of gore as the spinning blades hit our adversary; just the right gruesomely funny coda to a terrific scene.

The castle escape (Crusade): the whole sequence with Indy and his dad in the Nazi castle is brilliant, with their banter just terrific right from the off, and then it evolves into another of those almost Rube Goldberg-like escalating action scenes. There’s the attempt to escape from being tied together on chairs, a rapidly escalating fire, and a secret revolving fireplace. And then, out of the castle, there’s a brilliant bike chase, with pursuing Nazis sent flying like Stormtroopers on speeder bikes. It all culminates in Henry’s brilliant speech about the Grail being life, about this being a battle against evil. So good.

Young Indiana (Crusade): prequels, eh? Whatcha gonna do? But here we see the most perfect prequel of all time – possibly because it’s only, like, fifteen minutes long or something. But in this microcosm we see every element of Indy, from the superficial to the significant. He gets his whip, he gets his hat, he gets the dinky little scar on his chin; but we also see his resolve, tenacity, his desire to preserve these ancient antiquities for the wider world… his fear of snakes. And we see the difficult relationship he had with his dad. It’s everything you need in a prequel, with a hot, charismatic, terrific actor playing the younger version of our hero. And it’s just so fun; the chase through the desert, the various train carriages… it’s an amazing opening sequence.

The mine karts (Doom): like the world’s best videogame level, this has ups, downs, and everything in between. To describe it as a rollercoaster isn’t doing it any justice; I think they actually did turn it into a rollercoaster. But this is just another one of those iconic sequences, with all the various jumps and spills, characters going in and out of different karts; so iconic, in fact, that it’s been homage and replicated time and again. Donkey Kong Country owes it a big debt, for instance. It does beg the question, though: why did the Thuggees build this crazy, impossible, multi-mile-long network of higgledy-piggledy train tracks? It makes no damn sense!

The bike chase (Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, 2008): the scenes and sequences in Crystal Skull might not be quite as iconic – although the image of Indiana Jones, a WWII-era throwback to nineteenth century adventurer-explorers, framed against a mushroom cloud is pretty dramatic – but this prolonged fight-cum-chase is an excellent example of Spielberg’s inventive direction. Tapping into its fifties milieu, we have a greasers-versus-jocks brawl, and our heroes on a Harley pursued by sinister besuited figures, Indy moving in and out of vehicles (this is a franchise staple that I don’t think I’d quite clicked on until this list), at one point dragged along on foot, before the chase enters the university itself, riding through a library to allow Indy to give some advice to Tom Hanks’ son. It’s a wild, escalating action-packed sequence full of character and comedy, and shows that even after all this time the series still had it.

Another good bit from Crystal Skull? Jim Broadbent sadly reflecting that they’ve reached the age when life “takes more than it gives”. It has quite a nice, melancholy air that film, that’s often overlooked.

And, god, what bits haven’t I mentioned? Marion’s bar! Asps! Toht’s coat hanger! The bridge! The bugs! The zeppelin! They named the dog Indiana!

Anyway: Indiana Jones. Fab, innit?

[the-firebird69]

This is actually a picture of John Remallard no kidding. It's one of those black characters in his waist is too small to be our son but this would be our son at 6 foot 3 this guy has 6 foot 2 no it's like 5 foot 11 1/2. The small people but with his stomach a little bit bigger like two inches on the face across larger and his physique is a little different not much it's close traps would be a little bigger not much but this is him at 6 3 is risk would be bigger and had but at this size it would be him after becoming 6 foot 3 and bulking up for a couple months which is gonna be a while and working out but not too much. At this size he could do some amateur wrestling. and Hera wants to know when He would become big like this before that it's not real big he's just muscular and she likes him like that by the way but this is big and she really likes it. And he likes a full figured woman of course and she did test it and he would have couple different features. Her son's chest would be shaped more square and large I don't think it up top the traps would be about 3/4 an inch higher up and bigger his wrists and four arms would be much bigger they're almost the same size as this guy now and his stomach muscles would be larger and his stomach wider his midsection wider and hips his neck is already bigger. It's quite a bit bigger already it makes this guy look a little odd. But his mutation is his head and for some reason it's lagging behind which doesn't make much sense. But our son would have a very big neck. Right now our son's neck is around 18 1/2 inches and this guy's neck is about 16 and three quarter it's a big difference. This guy's arms are about 19 1/2 inches our sons are 17 and their muscle he's not far behind when he's pumped up and it's not really strong muscles in this case he was fairly weak they started fights and got beat up pretty easy. But when he's when our son is this big he's gonna have real muscle but people aren't afraid of it because they think he'll be like this guy because it's gonna happen very quickly. And very soon once Trump and his cities get blown up and DJ a actually all the more lock are going to die in fireballs as they plan for everyone else and they keep saying it. And they're going to die. There's a couple other features that are different when the sun is being his shoulders are wide. This guy's shoulders are wide but it's artificially wide and there's some strange things going on with this physiology. If you look his lats are not developed and it's kind of like this weird layer of strange fat and skin and it's because he's stretched it out and then he trunk it shrunk and it's steroid use and he didn't develop the muscles while he was bigger and you can do that and you have to actually do it and his chest cavity is expanded and it is held onto your body and your sternum and at your backbone but it goes upwards in the bone spread apart instead of them growing and you can see ridges it's not a good example that's a good example of the size and our son would have this odd look. It looks like steroids. Definitely not. Because he's still a child and even at 6 foot 3 he's only gonna be actually equated to like a two year old child. and Although a lot bigger he still would look like he's a fun guy it's not he's not dangerous and he still talk funny and make jokes and he does we hear and he feels better he bikes around lots of people gets mad and he says things to people he's not as afraid they think that it's like some sort of genetic failure or is exploding so they try and get him to live stuff and it's just regular stuff and it doesn't mean anything he's lifting groceries in a weird way he always does but so they try and get him to do things for some money and that's when it changes they figured out that he's really strong. The timeline to get to 6 foot 3 and be this size in actually be full of muscle and strong really the good example of it would be the character from Mad Max.

And really it's kind of a combination of the two down below in Mad Max this is beyond a thunderdome he would look like that and would be in shape like that and big it's almost the same but it's real muscle down below and you can tell kind of it's not like a balloon however our son would be a little bit more bulky because he has a layer of fat that would be on there because he's kind of like a baby. So he looked a little bit like the guy on top but he'd be in shape like he was down there. So it wouldn't be as like a balloon but he'll be like this about 1/4 inch over it and you keep getting it back and losing it. And you look really big. At 6 foot 3 he would be at probably 20% stronger than the Humongous. And is very strong in the movie mad Max Fury Road the real version his son lifts an engine out of a car and it's hot his hands are burning and you can see it and the engine weighs about 400 pounds and actually pulls it out it was coming out anyways it was off for about 30 minutes but it does rip it out and he throws it it is a massive feet of strength but is juiced up but that's how it goes but that's when his regular body can do when juiced. When his disaster is different but really trump is strong like that as well when he's juiced off. He goes on to do the Arnold Schwarzenegger movies but as the bad guy and he doesn't lead her but shrinks and he does Peoria Rd and he is a different character and he's gonna have to see him. That's true he's the guy who's white and skinny driving the car and he's gonna bloodline to Peter C. But the point is he'll look like this and he'll be bulky like this and a little bit like the guy at the top but more like the guy on the bottom with some fat so he'll look bigger than Schwarzenegger and he'll look bigger than the Humongous but he'll be about the same size 20% stronger when Humongous does this and he's called that in the movie his 6 foot 5 and he's about 320 pounds and to everybody else he's Humongous. That's that'll be 6 foot 3 half the same muscle mass but be bulkier and will weigh 340 pounds. And and he will be able to lift of course more it's not exactly proportional but the Humongous bench press about 450 pounds. There's a lot of weight. Colonel with both hands he can curl about 300 pounds which is a lot he can press probably 250 pounds and these guys are nuts they can't do stuff like that and squat about 1000 lbs and he could dead lift about 800 pounds. Our son we do get the numbers from when he did it before too and that was the Humongous numbers. Our son can at this size what he's working out every other day for an hour or two hours not much because he'll be able to recover he could bend for us 650 pounds. And he will be able to curl about £500 with both arms and he will be able to squat about £2000 and he will deadlift 1500 pounds he could probably do more if he was ju if he was juiced up or irradiated but at a normal level he could do it and he'd be working out with heavy weight he'd be bench pressing 350 all the time and he only got up to 300 when he was little at least a baby and it was almost twice his weight. Back in here is like an ant. They called him that for awhile but the point is that he'll be very strong however John Cena usually when he's in competition format can bring press about£450 and he can squat about 1300 he can deadlift 1200 and he can curl 500 in both hands and our son would be in trouble. However our son says that ctd

[corndoggod]

Casual Fridays

I was late for work, racing over the Manhattan bridge headbanging to Alex G.’s new album, repeating tracks 2-4 for the big hill and descent into Dimes Square madness, and I felt like I had my old job back because I wasn’t doing my job and I didn’t care.

It was so hot (100+) that we slept in the living room under the AC and I felt like a pilgrim, huddled in a common room for comfort. Rather than a village there was just our small family. Connor, Celina, Chicken nestled onto a Nestle-colored couch. I got up first, as usual, to Chicken meowing for breakfast at a cool 6:30am.

It took us a while to get our stuff in order. My belly was still full from the night before, when we made four different pizzas using dough from Antonio’s. I was unsatiable after biking three loops around Central Park (37.5 miles at 15 mph = 2,000 cal.) in the hottest hours of the day. My legs felt wobbly and my head felt light. I was salty as the sea drinking Gatorade after Gatorade. I hadn’t had a beer since yesterday. And before that since Saturday. I was working my body too hard to poison it.

C. wanted to go on a morning ride with me, so we went up to Greenpoint for a cold brew from Crema BK I’d been hyping for months. I hadn’t been in years, but there was the same couple manning the little window stand. I got a 16 oz for just $4.25 and we walked our bikes to McGolrick and found a shady spot to sip and eat our croissant and blueberry lemon bundt cake. The sun’s latticed beams mirrored the sycamore bark. “You should make a t shirt like that,” I said. “I was just thinking that.”

Founded in the 1890s, McGolrick was our favorite park. Everyone was pregnant or with dog. We… we were with pastry, as was usually the case on morning rides. Next time I’ll get up earlier and we can ride to Shirley Chisholm for the sunrise. Or bring our note/books to McGolrick so we can scribble and read.

[bittersweettweet]

3

Moving again was kind of sad, even though we had only been in that apartment for a couple of months. We were really going to miss the twins. But guess what? They moved out shortly after we did, and we never heard from them again. It made me a little bit sad, but I hoped they were doing okay.

Our new place was close to the previous one. It belonged to Doctor Maher, who was famous for being really good at diagnosing illnesses and treating them in a holistic way. He had helped so many people with strange conditions. 

The apartment was on Behjat Abad Street. And we were on the fourth floor. We made some new friends there, which was nice. The three girls who lived above us became our buddies. Their names were Carlet, Caroline, and Meghedi. They were Christian, and we all played together like sisters. Of course, we also fought like sisters sometimes, but that's part of being friends, right?

One day, while Mom was pouring tea and calling us, the four girls, to join her, we started talking about the elevator. We were imagining what would happen if someone got stuck in that creepy elevator and ran out of air. It seemed really scary!

Later, after we had finished playing in the yard, Liz and Carlet decided to go on the elevator. Our youngest sister, Ari, who was only 6 years old, wanted to join them, but Liz wouldn't let her. Suddenly, the elevator got stuck! Liz started screaming because she thought she was going to die, while Carlet was laughing. It was a crazy situation!

Ari, quickly ran up the stairs to tell Mom what happened. Mom and Carlet's mom called Dr. Maher, but they couldn't find him right away. So, they asked some workers from the street who were fixing something nearby for help. The workers came and broke into the elevator to get Liz and Carlet out. Phew, what a relief! Dr. Maher showed up a few minutes later, and he was mad that the elevator was broken now. Oops!

In the apartment below us, there was an older woman named Mrs. Naiebi. She was kind of stingy and always seemed to get in the way of our fun. When we were riding our bikes in the yard, she would yell at us and say we were interrupting her precious morning sleep. But it wasn't even that early! It was only 8 in the morning! She could be so grumpy sometimes.

My older sister Shabnam and I spent a lot of time playing in the apartment. One day, while we were playing hide and seek, someone knocked on our door. It was Mrs. Naiebi. She had her hand on her chest and was saying she almost had a heart attack from all the noise we were making. But the funny thing was, her hand was on the right side of her chest, and we couldn't help but giggle. We apologized and promised to be quieter, but she kept talking and talking. So, we quickly shut the door when she wasn't looking.

That was the last time I saw her, except for one time when she came at like 4 in the morning to complain to my dad about a leak in her kitchen ceiling. Dad went to check it out and told her to talk to the landlord about it. Then he went back to bed. The next morning, Dad and us four girls were getting ready to go to Ghamsar to stay with our grandparents for a little while. Mrs. Nairobi came out and started talking about her kitchen again. Dad, who didn't get a good night's sleep, lost his temper and started yelling at her. She looked really surprised, turned around, and walked away really fast until she disappeared. I haven't seen her since.

When we came back home from visiting our grandparents, we had a big surprise. Mom had given birth to a baby! We all got to help choose a name for her. I really wanted them to name her Foroozan, but I guess they had already decided on a name. They named her Melody. She's 2 years old now, and she's so cute!

We were moving again, and this time it was to another one of Mr. Monfared's apartments. This new place was in a fancy complex called Saman Apartments, located in the richest part of the city, Shemiranat. It was super cool because the complex had its own supermarket and really pretty gardens. Can you believe there were over 200 apartments there? Oh, and the hallway had this garbage burner thingy that I had never seen before. It was pretty fascinating!

Guess what? In our new neighborhood, I made some awesome friends like Sanam, Mahnoosh, Neda, and more. We would hang out together and every single afternoon, my dad would take us to the pool. It was the best! We would swim, play games, and just have a blast.

It was also a time when the government was changing, and things were kind of scary. They were taking away stuff from rich people if they were out of the country. And the Baha'is, oh boy, they were going through so much trouble. It was really sad to hear about the awful things happening to them. 

My dad worked for Mr. Monfared and was managing his properties while he was out of the country. He took us to his house once. That place was something else! They had a super fancy car called a Porsche, and their house had this amazing basement with a huge pool. I was so amazed by it all. Mr. Monfared even had a garden in Karaj that he named after his wife. It was like a magical place. We would drive over a bridge, and the sound of the river and birds would make it feel so peaceful. We would go there and have so much fun.

There's this one memory that I can never forget. I was around 8 years old, and all I wanted to do was go swimming in the pool. I kept bugging my dad while he was talking to the gardeners. They told me to wait because the water was still too cold. But I just couldn't wait! So, I went to check it myself. But guess what? I slipped on a slippery tile near the pool and fell right in. I didn't know how to swim, and it was really scary. As I was struggling in the water, all I could think about was how pretty my light blue ruffled dress and the white tulle underlining looked flowing in a smooth and beautiful pattern. 

To my absolute shock, Dad's hand reached down and yanked me out of the water. I was gasping for air and shivering from the cold. He smacked me on the bottom and scolded me, saying, "Didn't I tell you to wait?" I could tell he was really scared when he heard the splash. I let out a loud scream, grabbed my butt in pain, and ran inside the house as fast as I could.

Oh, and not too far away, close to the river, there was this little shack carved into the rocks. Next to it, there was a water mill. On the other side, there was a huge white swing that could fit all four of us, facing the river. The entry door to the shack was so small and had a beautiful arch shape. Inside, it was a bit dark with small arched windows overlooking the gardens. The walls were made of unfinished carved rocks, giving it a cave-like feel. And guess what? There was even a fireplace! If you climbed a few steps and turned around, there was a cozy bedroom. It had a large round bed with a red velvet cover and heart-shaped pillows. White tulle hung from the ceiling, making it look so magical. We all found this little house incredibly cute and cozy, but of course, we weren't allowed to stay there. It was just our secret little discovery.

There was this one time during winter when we went to get some local honey. But guess what? The heater in the house wasn't working, and we were freezing! It felt like icicles were forming on our noses and toes. Brr!

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about the gardener! He was such a nice man. Sometimes, he would go down to the river and catch fish for us. He would take out the caviar if any, then he’d  barbecue it right there! The smell of the freshly cooked fish would fill the air, making our tummies rumble with hunger. We would all gather around, enjoying the delicious meal together. It was such a special treat, and the fish tasted so good, especially when we ate it outdoors, surrounded by nature. Those were some of the best times we had by the river.

11/10/1982