#he was the last part and this kept lagging i was tired

[irenic-raccoon]

"This is the dumbest thing I made" I say before making something even dumber

[loserlvrss]

𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄 y. jeongin ( 양정인 )

synopsis | you really needed a new computer, but at least your boyfriend was there to ease the burden.

pairing : jeongin x fem!reader genre : drabble, fluff, est. relationship warnings : language, bit of angst word count : 0.7k authors note : this wasn't bc i couldn't get my fucking computer to stop downloading everything as pages and cried about it... no...

You shut your computer with the loudest groan you’ve ever let out. Your hands found their way into the roots of your hair as your head collided with your palms. You tugged lightly, trying in some weird attempt to get the pain inside to ease up. 

“What the actual fuck,” you mumbled into thin air, “if this damn computer doesn’t work again, I’m actually going to fail this assignment.” 

You had the worst—and oldest—version of a laptop you think anyone could ever have. It lagged out, stopped working and wouldn’t let you convert anything into a pdf, much less an editable copy. Of course, besides it sounding like it was going to explode while you played the sims, or acting as a make-shift heating pad when you dared open more than two tabs at a time, it had its charms… Most of them, however, were the stickers it was adorned with over the years. 

You really needed a new one. 

Your eyes welled, but you shut them quickly before any tears started to fall. It was frustrating having to try anything and everything to not inconvenience your professors; always trying to have the piece of hot-shit up to date so you could keep up with the deadlines. But, you weren’t sure how much more of the jumping through hoops you could do before it completely inconvenienced you. 

Why couldn’t they just bring back the paper days? you thought. You could definitely find a pen or pencil somewhere in your house—maybe even a typewriter would work better. 

Everything piling up in your life was getting a little overwhelming. It was mentally and physically taking a toll on you. Your shoulders had become more rounded, and your blue-light glasses were barely working anymore. You kept getting stress related headaches, and you seemed more anxious than normal. 

You felt the warm touch meet the skin of your shoulders, dragging from one side to the other. “Are you okay?” The corresponding voice asked. Your so-very sweet boyfriend, of course. 

You looked at him through the parted hair in your fingers, “No, it’s already past due by four days.” You groaned again, completely letting your head fall onto the closed metal. “this piece of shit, in, like what am I supposed to do now? I’m so stressed and I’m already on the verge of having a non-passing grade. This stu—”

He cut your tangent short, “Hey, baby, let’s take a deep breath.” His other hand took the opposite shoulder, thumbs digging into the knots that had formed over the last half a semester. “It’s all gonna be fine, we’ll figure something out. It’s not the end of the world, I promise.” 

You turned your head to the side, visibly pouting. He moved to the base of your neck, massaging the tension away just a bit more. 

“But Jeongin,” He broke away momentarily to take the bridge of your glasses between his forefinger and thumb, dragging them off and putting them aside. “If this damn computer…” 

He kept at it, letting you rant about your outdated computer. At least it was closed, he thought, you needed a break anyways—late assignments or not. He knew you were tired, not having slept well the last couple days. He was the man sleeping next to you afterall. He also knew that you rarely wanted to stress him out, so you bottled it inside. The depths of the night made it obvious however, tossing and turning and sitting up to stare at the wall. 

Jeongin hmphed, hearing the lightest breaths leave your parted lips. He examined closer, you had fallen asleep under the simplest of touches from him. You must have needed to relax (and lay off the caffeine) bad, he thought. 

He knew you’d also probably wake up in a panic in a couple of minutes, spewing something about your schoolwork. However, he’d just take you to bed and run his hand up and down your back all night if he had to. Whatever to get you to stop overthinking—and putting everyone else first. 

You were a very dedicated person to your studies, but even the smartest person in the world needed a break once and a while. 

And maybe a new computer… 

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[justtwotired]

Hello ! I hope you’re doing well. I was wondering if I could get an ask for Sam and Colby. Maybe reader (female or gn neutral pronouns are fine !) is invited to go with SnC exploring an abandoned place but she’s been struggling with body image (I’m kind of in the slumps rn :/) so she’s cut back on food. Through the trip they notice her lagging behind and getting tired easily. She ends up fainting due to exhaustion and lack of food and they take care of her when she comes to. Preferably Colby pairing and lots of angst ! Only if your comfortable writing about this thank you xx 🫶🏽

Why hello there, I am so sorry for posting this rather late, I wrote a part of it, then got busy and forgot about it and just finished and edited it, so hope it’s alright!

I really like this request! Mostly because I can really relate to reader, this is always chill because then I can write five that actually make sense ya know.

I did write some angst but not LOTS, because angst is one of those things I still find difficult to write, but I hope you still like it<3

“What’s up guys it’s Sam and Colby!” Colby started. “Today, we are at an abandoned manor in the woods right behind us. It is quite a walk, but I think we will survive!” Sam told the camera.

“Also, we brought someone with us,” Sam then pointed behind him where I stood rather awkwardly, wearing a huge hoody that I may or may not have stolen from Colby’s closet.

“This is Y/n, you guys know her of course, we had lots of questions to bring her back to the Chanel, so we did of course.” Sam explained before turning the camera fully on me.

I sucked in an unnoticeable sharp breath. Did I look alright? Was that pimple I hid under makeup this morning still invisible? Did the hoody hide my body enough?

“So, N/n, are you excited?” Sam asked and I gave the camera a genuine smile. “I am actually, this place is not too far from my home town and I’ve been wanting to go here for a while, but I didn’t want to go alone, so now I have these two idiots to come along.” I joked and Sam pointed the camera at Colby.

“Did you hear that, dude?” He said in fake sadness. “I thought you where coming with us?” Colby said also jokingly hurt. “I’m still stuck on the fact she called us idiots.” Sam said and pointed the camera at himself.

“Seems like we have to change the channel name to ‘Y/n only’ because she is taking over.” He said and I chuckled. “Oh yeah, definitely, and I’ll give them weekly uploads instead of your monthly shit.” I said and Colby grinned.

“What you’re going to the conjuring then? Staying a week there?” He asked and I pursed my lips. “Well I didn’t say that.”

The two laughed and Sam shut off the camera. “Heading to the forest, then?” He asked and we nodded. Suddenly my stomach made a growling noice and they stopped.

“We could get something to eat first?” Colby suggested and I shook my head. “Nahh, it’s fine, I’m not that hungry really,” I waved it off and kept walking.

“Are you sure? You haven’t eaten breakfast yet and it’s almost two in the afternoon,” Colby said and I just chuckled.

“I’m fine, really,” I smiled at him and kept walking, not missing the look the two of them exchanged before following me.

Truth to be told, the last time I ate would be the crackers from the day before, as I had just a bit in the afternoon after almost passing out.

Colby walked in the back, having taken over the camera from Sam and he recorded as we entered the forest.

I knew the walk would be about 20 minutes, so it wasn’t that bad, but I felt myself stress out when I became light headed.

Oh no, please, please not now.

Passing out has become normal now, the lack of food I’ve been consuming has been taking a toll on me. I never tell anyone, it’s my little secret, I didn’t need them to worry about me or feed me lies of how I was ‘beautiful’ because I know I’m not.

I stumbled and almost fell but steadied myself. “You alright there?” Sam turned around with a small grin and I gave him one back. “I’m fine,” I lied and we kept on walking, Cole shutting the camera off.

When the building came in sight he started it up again, and of course, as if fate had planned it, I fell and I noticed my consciousness slip away.

The last thing I felt was two arms around my waist and I was out.

I heard someone calling my name from afar and my eyes slowly opened.

“Oh, thank god, Sam! Sam she’s opened her eyes!” Colby called out. I slowly sat up. I was laying in the grass and I noticed Sam jogging over with his phone in his hands.

“Are you alright?” I looked at Colby who had a concerned look on his face and I nodded, trying to stand up but he put his hands on my shoulders.

“Woah, lets keep sitting down for a minute, love,” he said and I sat, rubbing my head. “How long was I out for?” I asked and Colby looked at his watch.

“Five minutes at least.” He told me. “Yeah, I tried calling for help, but there’s no service,” Sam said and I gave him a weirded out look.

“What help did you try to call?” I asked and he shrugged sheepishly. “Your mum, I thought maybe this had happened before,” he said and I sniffed.

“It happened a few times, but my mum doesn’t know, and don’t even think of telling her,” I said and the exchanged glances.

“You know what’s happening then?” Colby asked and I sighed. “I haven’t eaten in a moment, that’s probably it.” I confessed and Colby sighed.

“I told you that you should it this morning- when is the last time you ate?” He questioned. “Uhh, yesterday, some crackers,” I said and he clenched his teeth slightly.

“A decent meal,” he clarified and I bit my lip thinking back. “Tuesday, I think?” I said a bit uncertain. “That’s five days ago, Y/n!” He scolded and pursed my lips.

“Sorry,” I said in a small voice. Sam got his backpack of his shoulders and started to rummage trough it, pulling out an apple.

“Eat this,” he said and I took it from him, frowning at it a bit. “N/n,” he said and I sighed taking bite.

They made me sit for about ten minutes, and demanded I tell them why I wasn’t eating. With a bit of reluctance, I told them about how I felt, how I hated how I looked and that I felt like I was to fat.

The next twenty minutes where spent with them telling me all the things they liked about my look and my personality, giving me reasons to eat and demanding we go to a restaurant after this so I could eat a decent meal.

They also demanded I ate a desert, encouraging me to continue eating and not worry about my looks, because in their opinion, I looked beautiful.

At the end of the conversation, I had tears in my eyes, and I wiped them away, and I reassured them that it’d be fine to still film the video, as we all wanted to continue.

[mamirhodessxox]

Can you do a wedding day/honeymoon hcs with Cody Rhodes pls?

Cody Rhodes Wedding & Honeymoon headcanons

Cody Rhodes x Wife!Reader

Contents: Fluff, Mentions of sex, Nothing very important so far.

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Wedding Day

-Cody is an emotional man, so it really is no surprise if y/n is walking down the aisle in her beautiful white gown & he starts bawling when he sees y/n first thing, he really can’t help himself when it comes to the woman he’s so deeply in love with

-He’s very strict about his wedding especially when it comes to y/n, his wants & needs are more so the last thing he wants to get into for planning since he wants to put y/n first & make it just as magical & special as he possibly can for his bride

-Again he’s emotional so during the after party he can’t help but sit at the couples designated table and sit back and see you from afar & admire you with his tears

-for cake he just wanted something pretty simple & easily transported to the venue so he got the original white wedding cake with the bride & groom toppers since neither of them wanted something complicated and extravagant for a sweet treat

-Cody would easily be pouty if one singular person kept preventing y/n from having her special time with your newly wedded husband

-The dance between y/n & Cody looks emotional from afar but up close y/n is busy trying to get her husbands crap together “Baby your crying” “I know just give me a minute” He’s a cancer.

Honeymoon

-Y/N & Cody had their honeymoon set in greece, they’re little rental home was right on a private beach so Cody obviously took those perks to his advantage after a long day of swimming

-The first day Y/N & Cody landed in greece they spent half of the first day in bed. Asleep. Jet lag is NOT friendly whatsoever

-Cody is a very romantic person for the first part but when he gets the opportunity he can be a little childish especially when they’re in the water “Hey babe? “Yea-“ SPLASH

-after a very long day of exploring, swimming, he takes most of the night as an opportunity for sex, everyday throughout the honeymoon & He definitely talks Y/N through an orgasm “I know your tired angel just one more for me yeah? think you can do that for me angel? Of course you can babydoll your perfect” “such a good girl for me baby, go ahead beautiful cum for me, i know it’s too much isn’t it? But it feels so fucking good doesn’t it angel.”

-for the last day in Greece it’s definitely one of those days where they both explore everywhere & dreading the time to go back home

-Y/N is very explorative when there’s farmers markets around so when they found one in a plaza she immediately started scurrying around the entire market while Cody struggled to keep up

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[philaet0s]

Celebrity/Social Media AU - Part 7

Previous Part (Part 6)

Next Part (Part 8)

I wasn’t planning on posting the bits that weren’t on twitter/texting but I also didn’t expect anyone would actually read that AU here! So I *am* posting some of the POVs aha

Here’s one :) Just under the cut :)

Simon

“Your stupid social media addiction ruined my surprise,” Baz mumbles as I crush him into a hug.

“You came home for my birthday,” I murmur, more moved than I probably should be. I can feel tear burning in my eyes.

I’ve only seen him on Facetime for months. I’m allowed to be a little emotional.

“Of course I did. You really thought I wouldn’t?”

I shrug. “You’re so busy with your tour…”

“Not busy enough to miss your birthday, love.”

Gently, he strokes the side of my face with the back of his fingers.

I hold him a little tighter.

“I’m glad you came. I missed you so much. This is getting harder and harder.”

“Yes, I feel that way too… During the European leg of the tour, I could fly you out on the weekends if you like.”

I shake my head, then bury it against Baz’s shoulder. He smells like sweat. Maybe I could draw him a bath.

“Nah. I’d feel bad taking a plane every weekend. But I’ll come when you play in London. As always.”

…

He’s only here for two nights. His first night back home isn’t very thrilling.

I do draw him a bath, while he sits on the couch and relaxes. I turn on the hanging lights over the bathroom counter, which cast a warm, orange glow on the room rather than the harsh, white ceiling lamp. A bit of soft lighting will probably feel better on his eyes. I noticed that he kept his sunglasses inside. He never loved the aggressively bright and fast-changing lights required to offer his audience a good show at his concerts.

I even light a bunch of candles, the ones that smell like clean clothes –Baz’s favourite, for some reason.

I check the water temperature, which is too hot for me so perfect for Baz.

The room looks nice, smells nice, and the water should feel nice.

I head back to the living room. He still hasn’t taken his sunglasses off, and if I had to guess, I’d say he also closed his eyes, but he’s not asleep. He reaches out blindly, knowing I’ll take the hand he’s holding out for me. I kiss his knuckles.

“Your bath is ready, darling.”

His lips quirk up in a smile. “Hm, I love it when you call me darling.”

“I know.” I tug on his hand gently. “Come on, get up.”

“My body weighs a ton, give me a minute.”

“I can help you up if you like,” I say, as I move my hand to have a better grip on him.

I pull him towards me when he pushes himself up, but one of us uses too much strength and he ends up pressed against my chest. My arms automatically close around him.

“This is nice,” he murmurs.

“Very nice. But so will be your bath. At this rate, the water is going to be cold before you get there,” I say, amusement in my voice.

“The water’s probably scalding. It’ll be fine. Give me a hug.”

Well, I can’t say no to that, can I?”

The hug lasts much longer than it needs to. I have time to trace the familiar lines of his body with my hands, from the dip at his lower back to the curve of his shoulders; with my lips, from the crooked part of his nose to the angle of his jaw. His body weight rests almost entirely on me, it’s soothing. How good it feels to feel so much of him after only seeing him on a phone screen for weeks and weeks.

“Ok, bathtime now,” he whispers, while making no effort to move away from me.

Since I’m the brave one in this relationship, I step back and turn around. I take one of his hands in mine and lead him to the bathroom.

I help him out of his clothes, revelling in the sight of more and more brown skin. The last item I take off is his sunglasses. He has dark circles under his eyes, and his eyelids cover about half of his irises.

“You look tired.”

“Tour. Jet lag,” he answers, flatly.

I stroke his arms. “Love, you really shouldn’t have come if it’s too hard on you.”

“Like hell. I wasn’t going to miss your birthday. I’m glad I came. I just… I might not be a lot of fun tonight. We’re definitely not going out tonight,” he says, before he gets in the tub.

He lets out a long, pleased sigh when his body is fully submerged in the hot water. He closes his eyes and leans his head against the edge of the tub.

“I had no expectation of going out, don’t worry.”

“Are you going to stay with me while I take a bath?” he asks, half-teasingly, half-serious.

“No. But I was thinking I could wash your hair.”

“Hm, that’s a nice offer. You remember which bottle is shampoo and which bottle is conditioner?”

I don’t dignify those words with an answer.

I take both bottles from the cabinets where Baz’s things are stored away while he’s not home and bring them by the tub. I kneel behind the part of the tub where Baz’s head is, open the shampoo, and pour some on his hair. I massage his scalp, loving the little sounds he makes. Knowing I make him feel good, even in such a small way, fills my chest with warmth.

God, it’s been a while since I’ve properly had a chance to take care of him.

[adaze-4d4z3]

[DELETE]

Extra+rambling under cut

Me when clear all Cathy (feat: my pm oc/insert)

No but I started to cry when it got to this stage of the node and man I clicked on the thing like 30 times before clicking on the clear all Cathy. MAN I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A COOL JOKE UGHHHH. Also Cathcliff is one of my favourite PM ships now they’re just cute.

Random note but I couldn’t finish this when the 3rd part of the canto came out because my iPad kept crashing on the Vergilius node and I had to wait like 1-2 days before I was reunited with my computer to finish this so I missed out on the cleared before nerfs : ( (The moment I got home after a 8 hour flight and 2hr ride home I played through the last bit because I didn’t wanna be spoiled lol, and a lady at the airport got me sick too so I was jet lagged, tired as hell and sick but first priority was limbus lmao)

But like, seriously this canto made me spiral on this one thought. So in the canto it is explained that souls can’t like move on to actual death death because the Wuthering Heights manor is built on a stream. This stream that’s the same thing that the original seed of light project utilised to make cognito and in lobotomy corporation it’s derivatives such as enkephalin and the light/ golden boughs.

And we learn in Lob corp that cognito is pulled up through a well, likely connected to another stream of sorts. (Or is it just the bucket/ Carmen’s nerve system?) (because if it’s just that everything else here’s just invalid lmao)

So like if every branch had a well, which they would because they will have the extraction team to get more abnormalities that means there was a ‘stream’ of sorts underneath every Lob corp branch.

That means in every facility there’s just ghosts haunting the place. Everywhere. And people who died in those places even after Lob corp fell, (Aya, Yuri, the bug veterans) is also just ghosts there now???

Imagine Yuri just dying in that branch and is greeted by the ghosts of all her former co-workers and they’re just like oh cool you managed to get out but why tf did you come back or something.

But this is more interesting for the main facility, the main branch because of Enoch/ Tiphereth B and the light that happened. So Carmen and Ayin got sucked up into the light right? So what about all the other dead souls unable to go on because of the stream? Did they get sucked into the light as well? So is there just a hive mind of people up there we don’t know about? Especially for Enoch since he was a pretty big player in the script and everything. (Here’s where I shall just ramble about the little boy because I quite like the little man) If he got swooped up into the light as well what would his interaction with Carmen be like. I would think he’d just forgive her because he knew what he was getting into. But what about Ayin? Would he understand that this was for a better purpose or be angry at what he made the others (especially Lisa/ Tipherepth A) go through? And additionally would he be angry at Lisa? I pose this question because he wanted to have a purpose, a bigger reason to be living and would he view her letting him be killed (again) as something sad because he could never experience the end of the script and the result of his work/ his ‘purpose’ that he lived to create. Or would it be a little more messed up where he finds his purpose in the light, helping distort people/ gain EGO. (Mostly gain EGO as the preferable outcome, Carmen in Leviathan says something to that extent where’s it’s better for people to ignore her and develop EGO) (I think, I haven’t really read it, just watched random analyses using Leviathan for evidence) And if all the dead people in the main facility is in the light imagine what the actual hell they could do. Like that’s so many people in there.

Also if they are all in the light Tiphereph reunion isn’t impossible, but unlikely since Tiph A has gone through her character develop already :T but I want to see that. How Tiph B feels about what Tiph A did both with pushing Carmen further down depression and her decision to put him down for the sake that he didn’t have to suffer. And just how Tiph A would react to seeing/ hearing him in the light which she probably won’t think it’s a good thing he’d getting caught up with Carmen again : P

Also could the records team have something to do with this fact as well? Like does this explain how the dead are able to come back other than the time thing?

[firerose18991]

Judd Birch x Reader 2

MINORS DNI!!!

Info: part 2 to this.

Cunnilingus (he's his father's son), mating press, aftercare🥴, written with black readers in mind

A/n: shaking my ass for Judd and his black girlfriend(?) this season! Also this might be the horniest thing I've ever written but here u go 😘

Wrdcnt: 1,107

The two of you were smushed together under the covers, lips locked,with no room to breathe between the two of you. You laid partially on Judds chest and his arm was lazily slung across the small of your back. The sunlight was leaking through the curtains and you could hear the rest of the family begin to stir past your doors.

A loud knock on the door caused you to jump away. Judd quickly moved to shield your body in case they decided to enter as the two of you had left the door unlocked last night.

"Judd just wanted to let you know we're all going out for breakfast." Judd's father called from the other side cheerily.

"We're staying in..Jet lag" he brushed off his father.

You giggled, pecking more small kisses onto his lips. Judd walked over to the door and twisted the lock to make sure any other disturbances would have a barrier.

You sat up a bit on the bed and pushed the covers off of you. You looked disheveled and breathless. The thin strap of your gown slipped off your shoulders and exposed the top of your cleavage.

Judd felt his body flush looking at you simply covered in a small rectangle of fabric.

"Judd? Everything alright?" You moved to sit up completely. You held the top of your gown as you moved, in a lazy effort to stop your breasts from popping out.

The sight of you barely bothering to cover your body made Judd flush more. He somehow willed his body to walk back toward the bed and settle back next to you.

"Did u get a sunburn" you ran a hand across his blushing chest.

He took a deep breath at the sweep of your hand leaving a cold trail in their wake. Tired of waiting Judd placed a hand on your shoulder and guided you down to the bed. He placed himself between your legs and kissed you deeper than he had before. He felt up your soft skin and inched your gown up your waist. He broke the kiss to take a peek and discovered you were not wearing any underwear.

"I really missed out last night." Judd said pleasantly surprised by their absence.

Had he waited a few minutes before falling asleep to see you walk out of the bathroom in your getup, no amount of restraint would have kept him off of you.

"You got there eventually." You taunted him. "Should I.." You open-endedly gestured toward the crumpled garment around your waist.

"Leave it, it's hot." Judd said with a wicked grin.

"You're so weird" rolling your eyes, but he hadn't heard you.

Again you had lost his attention, yet were the center of it. Judd ran some fingers around your inner thigh trailing down to ghost over your lips, already puffed slightly.

Judd applied more pressure with his thumb rubbing between the folds and brushing against the tip of your clit with each pass. Your toes curled from the persistent stimulation. It felt like ages of him repeating this, simply watching as anticipation gathered in your body.

"Judd" you whispered, "can you do that a bit harder…please" your voice came out in a small squeak.

Judd simply looked at you while making the request. He pulled one lip far to the side, pinning it to your inner thigh with his thumb, stretching the skin along with it. Your clit visibly twitched from the tension. You let out a small squeal from the unexpected pull. The constant pressure made your pussy flutter rapidly.

You gasped from the pull. Before you could scold him he used his other hand to press and rub on your clit just how you had requested.

Each swirl of his thumb was met with light bucks from your hips. All the attention being given to your clit had your hole leaking with need. Judd leaned down to suck and swirled his tongue around your hole. His hands moves to cage your hips down as he

lavished your pussy.

You feel your nipples prickel up. The heat from your body rose as you neared the edge. Judd pulled his face away slowly, strings of pleasure falling from his lips. Judd palmed at himself; he was at the end of his restraint. He tugs his shorts halfway down. He leans down to capture your lips and runs his hands anywhere they can find purchase.

"We don't have condoms." You said using all your willpower to separate from the kiss.

"I know I acted dumb but I'm not usually that stupid" Judd walked over to his bag and showed off the box of condoms he had brought.

You laughed, finally having some space to breathe.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing, just get back in bed." You laid back on the plush sheets, chest still heaving. The looks you give him…Fuck

Judd headed your request. He put on the condom swiftly and wasted no more of your time.

It started slowly, passionately. His cock dragged along your gushy walls hitting every right spot. He groaned away in your ear, getting progressively harder with his thrusts. Your walls sucked him in fervently.

He slipped his hand behind your trembling thighs as they threatened to falter. Soon enough you found yourself in a mating press. The gravity that carried his hips down each time he plunged into you had you squeaking underneath his body.

You let out some inconsistent mumbles before letting yourself cum all over him. But his pace never faltered.

"Judd why…" You were breathless.

"You can take a bit more." He grinned wickedly and peppered more kisses on your neck.

He pulled three more orgasms out of you before finally releasing himself. You felt the tip of the condom swell inside you as his hips stuttered.

He pulled out of you the two of you stayed frozen, catching your breath in the wake. Judd eventually mustered the strength to stumble off to dispose of the condom and get a washcloth. You bent your knees still holding them up to your chest as your hips were beyond sore. Judd came and sat by you and began to wipe.

"Oh I can d-" you reached for the cloth shakily before being stopped

"Relax, you'll pull something." He ran the cloth around your pussy, still puffy and twitching ever so slightly from sensitivity.

You could feel him stare and let you thighs fall back to the bed so you could sit up. You looked over at him then the tent on his shorts.

"Jesus Judd put that thing away!" you rolled over sore and covered yourself.

Fin

-firerose

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[skylarmoon71]

Matt Murdock (Daredevil) - Chapter 3

You’ve settled back in since the incident. 

For one you survived your midterms thanks to Matt and Foggy. They spent the few months that followed glued to your side. With spring break around the corner you were finally able to convince them that you could go to the bathroom without a bodyguard. It was sweet how protective they were. You were grateful to have such good friends.

Spring break was almost here and Foggy was back to his girl chasing antics.

“Foggy, you met her like three days ago. She could be a serial killer.”

“Then I’ll die a happy man.” 

He was packing his bags for the break. Matt kept poking him with his cane every now and then and you would laugh from your seat on Foggy’s bed.

“Don’t do anything too crazy, remember we’re getting out of college together. Two more years and then we’re free.”

Foggy saluted, grabbing the last of his stuff as he zipped up the bag.

“You got it. Well, I’m going on my mini vacation with a hot babe, don’t call unless it’s an emergency.”

Matt smiled.

“We’ll try not to, have a good time.”

“You know I will. Look out for (Y/N)! Make sure she doesn’t study her brains into oblivion.”

Foggy rushed out the door as you threw a pillow at him. It smacked into the door and you could hear his laughter down the hall.

“Pain in the ass.” You grumble with a giggle.

“So what are your plans for spring break Matt?”

“I’m just going to catch up on a few assignments. I’ve been lagging behind.”

Usually people at least went to family or friends. You assumed the same with Matt until you remembered that he was pretty much an orphan. Your intention had been to go home and see your parents, but now you were reconsidering. The thought of him being here alone was a bit sad.

“What about you, going home?”

You hesitated, then shook your head.

“No, I think I’ll stick around. I saw them last week anyway. I’m sure they’re tired of seeing my face.”

“Hmm, sure you’re not just saying that so I’m not alone here.”

Your mouth fell open at how easily he’d read you.

“N-No! Of course not!”

That’s exactly what you did.

Matt just chuckled, and you huffed, moving to his side.

“Wanna go listen to the choir director yell at the students in the courtyard?”

Matt smiled, holding out his hand and you grin, helping him up as you both ventured outside.

The next couple days you spend it with Matt. You both would just take walks, or study, have some night talks. It was nice. You’d always been close to Matt, but this was the first time it was just the two of you.

“I’m a little exhausted, I’m gonna call it a night. Do you want me to walk you back?”

You shook your head.

“That’s okay Matt. I’m fine. Try to be careful. I’m the one who's accident prone but you seem to be getting all the bruises.”

Earlier in the week he’d walked in with a terrible bruise on his cheek. He’d explained that he’d run into something or the other.

“I’ll do my best mom.”

You smack his arm and he waves as he walks away.

You return to your apartment feeling content. You’ve managed to get a lot of work done, so no rushing when the break is over. You feel like you have a lot of free time and you’re learning a lot about Matt. One, he can’t sing for shit, two, his hair looks strangely professionally tamed for a guy who can’t see and three, he detests certain foods like greek yogurt.

“It just tastes like bland yogurt.”

You laugh at the words he’s said. He sounded like a child complaining about eating their vegetables. You never knew there were so many cute sides to him. Humming, you busy yourself with dinner.

“Cup noodles again I see.”

You placed the kettle on with a smile. College life was tough, but fun. You only pause when you hear knocking at the back window. You tilt your head, because you assume maybe you’re hearing things, but it happens again and you think it might be an animal. Placing the bowl down, you head over to see. When you part the curtains, the figure behind it stuns you.

Hurriedly, you lift the window.

“I-It’s you again..”

You step back and he climbs in.

“Sorry to drop in unannounced.”

You shake your head.

“No you’re fine. I’m glad to see you again.”

It’s been a while. News of Daredevil has been scarce, but you figure he’s just been working silently. After the incident, security around campus had doubled. It’s no wonder he hasn’t been spotted recently.

“I wanted to make sure you were doing okay.”

His words are touching. You wear a big smile.

“I’m great, thanks to you. They arrested Aaron and my friends have been watching me like a hawk. Everything is awesome.”

He nods.

“That’s good, I’m glad.”

A stagnant silence settles and now you feel a bit awkward. You’re not sure what to say, and from the way he’s now shifting in his spot, he doesn’t either.

“Umm, do you want some cup noodles?”

You internally wince, of all the things you could have said, that’s what you go with.

“I could eat.”

You brighten.

“Wow! Okay awesome. Lemme just close this window.” 

You shuffle behind him, closing the window. When you straighten, you just sort of look at him. You haven’t been this close since you hugged him that night. His head tilts, waiting for you to say something.

“You know, for a guy that runs around punching bad guys you smell really nice.”

The honest evaluation actually makes him laugh and you flush, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Sorry, sometimes I guess I’m a little too honest.”

He shakes his head.

“That’s okay, I like it.”

Your cheeks are still a bit heated and you giggle bashfully, walking away to get the noodles.

You guess you could get used to nights like this. 

[lulutaylorsimaginarium]

THE CHAIN

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

PART ONE - PART TWO

PART THREE

 

Suddenly someone clapped in her ear rocking her out of sleep and out of the passenger seat as she heard him snicker. Gabby stared at him before taking a deep breath

“Was that necessary?”

“I was just checking you weren’t dead. I’ve never known anyone who could sleep almost thirty hours straight”

“I’m jet lagged, Garcia”

“Oh I’m sorry Ms ‘The Hague’ ”

“Where are we?”

“Bolivia”

“Why are we going around?”

“The scenic root?”

“Isn’t that insult to injury”

“Also it wouldn’t be expected” he said jumping back out of the car “Your rendezvous with your boyfriend is going to have to wait a little longer”

“He’s not my boyfriend. We’re not twelve”

“What is he? Your co-worker. Your lover?”

“You’re very interested today”

She was actually happy about it. The longer she could keep Seb out of this thing, the better. She didn’t want him involved at all. If she led Rojas to Seb and the worst happens. Gabby would never forgive herself.

She opened the car door and hopped out walking over and standing next to Benny before he handed her a bottle of water.

She didn’t know how thirsty she was until she started drinking.

“What’s the plan?”

“We’re saying with the vans and you and Pope are going into La Paz for supplies”

“What?”

“Since you’re so rested and all” Pope smiled

“Maybe you’re the one that should stay and get some sleep since you’re such a grumpy bum today”

“That’s what happens when you’ve been driving for thirty hours, Babe”

“Frankie’s been driving for thirty hours and he’s not a prick”

Any worry or tension that Frankie may have had about Gabby being mad at him disappeared instantly.

“We can’t all be Saint Frankie. Come on, let’s go”

“We’re walking?”

“It’s only a mile”

She stared at him in shock and suddenly felt tired again.

“Get road trip food” Benny called out to her as she started walking

“No”

“Flamin Hot Cheetos!”

She couldn’t help but laugh. On the run with millions of dollars and the guy wants Cheetos. There was a sweet innocence there. That or vast amounts of stupidity.

 

They walked that mile in silence, the first half was tense but the last half mile was peaceful. She stayed a step behind him, maybe a few steps behind. She was sure Santiago had been in worse situations then this.

Who was Gabby kidding?

She had been in worse situations then this but she didn’t know her way through it, and he probably did. As much as she hated to admit it. Gabby needed to follow his lead.

They headed to a small corner store she headed for the snacks and Santiago went for practicality.

She was out of the store by the time he was finished. He panicked for a second before he spotted her standing in front of a store window looking at a lavender dress. It wasn’t like it had flowers on it or anything but it was far more feminine then he had seen Gabby be.

“It’s a bit” he started

“A bit what?”

“Girly”

To his surprise Gabby laughed and shook her head

“I do get girly on occasion, Santiago” she chuckled before strolling off slowly “I promise”

He watched her for a few seconds before following. She stopped in front of a drug store and pointed

“We have stuff, Gabs”

“Band-Aids. Sinus medication. Ibuprofen. Do you really wanna be running from bad guys with a head full of snot or sore back” she smiled and looked at his legs and back up to his face “Or knees”

Santiago narrowed his eyes playfully at her

“I hate it when you’re right”

“Get used to it”

He stayed outside and kept an eye on her but also on the street too. He didn’t think that Rojas was on to them, but he wasn’t going to let his guard down until they were free and clear

That was going to be a long time.

She stepped out of the pharmacy and went to walk farther down the street before he grabbed her elbow and pulled her in the direction of the vans

“We need to get back”

“We don’t have enough”

“Do you really want to carry anymore back all that way”

“Okay, good point but can we just stay a little longer. Get something to eat that’s not freeze dried. Get a cup of coffee?”

“We have coffee”

“That’s not coffee. That’s swill”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were such a coffee snob”

“Come on. Half an hour of stillness will do you some good. Watch the world go by. Get out of our own heads”

“One coffee?”

“A single one”

“For the woman who slept for thirty hours?”

“Ugh, this again?”

“No. It’s actually impressive considering your head was on a shaking window”

“I’ve slept in worse places. Trust me”

“One coffee?”

“Yes”

“Would seem to be a good cover story if people ask”

“We’re just a couple of tourists” she chuckled “See, I’m smart sometimes”

She playfully twirled once before walking ahead down the cobblestone street.

“Ain’t no doubt about that” Santiago muttered to himself as he kept an eye on her.

He shook his head and mentally slapped himself

He had a job to do.

 

#

 

Her hair seemed more red in the sunlight.The sun was working its magic. Gabby had no clue she was under such scrutiny. She would have been uncomfortable if she had. She wasn’t one who enjoyed being the centre of attention. She was too busy enjoying the rays. Her head resting on the back of her chair, feet resting over the one another and empty coffee cups in front of them.

He playfully knocked one foot off the other and smiled

“Are you right?” she asked trying not to laugh

“We have to get you new shoes. You can’t go where we are going where ballet flats”

“Wow fancy. A man who knows what ballet flats are”

“I’m serious. You can’t run in them”

“I have hiking boots at Seb’s uncle’s farm. Stop worrying. It will all be okay”

Santiago frowned at her as she lifted her head off the chair, looking over at him.

“Is he older?” Santiago asked “Sebastian?”

“Where did that come from?”

“Is he?”

She smiled this smile that was cheeky and almost child-like

“Why would you ask that?”

“How much older?”

“Does it matter?”

“Decade?” he teased “Over a decade?”

“Santi” she warned

“Tell me”

“Sixteen years”

It was more than he had thought, more than he had guessed. Suddenly he wondered what the attraction would have been. How he had charmed her. Gabby wasn’t easily charmed.

“Wow, really?”

“Don’t do that. He’s a good guy. When you’re in some shithole in a part of the world no one cares about, life can be different”

“Hey” he said holding up his hands “Honey, I’m not judging. I’ve worked in places like that too. I get it. Comfort is comfort”

She let her head full back on the chair and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I’ve missed it here”

“Bolivia?”

“Latin America. It’s different here. It’s simple”

“You like simple?”

“I love simple” She looked over at him and moved her glasses to the bridge of her nose “What?”

“Nothing” he chuckled “We should get back to the guys”

She nodded her head knowing he was right. They still had enough daylight for a few more trips into town for other supplies, but it was nice for a few minutes to pretend that they weren’t in the situation they were in.

 

#

 

Frankie, Benny and Will waited at the vans for them. They knew that Santiago and Gabby’s trip would take a while and it wasn’t because of the walk into town. It wasn’t difficult to see why Santiago gave Gabby a hard time, most of the time. Anybody who had seen kids in a playground, could see what was going on. Santiago was just falling short of pulling her hair.

After all he had a mostly working pair of eyes.

They all did.

She was beautiful and not just the packaging.

They just didn’t know if the attraction was mutual.

“Hey” Will said grabbing Frankie’s attention “Why doesn’t she drink?”

Frankie chuckled bitterly before taking a deep breath

“When they took her. They had her for almost month. The company she was working for at the time wasn’t going to pay the ransom. The US certainly wasn’t going too. So they had her for a long time. You’ve seen how fiery she is and that’s just with Pope. Imagine how Gabby would be when she was fighting for her life”

“They picked the wrong gal”

“They wanted her alive and there were only so many times they could knock her over the head. They kept her sedated by pouring homemade booze down her throat. Kept her quiet, kept her compliant” Frankie shook his head “She hasn’t been able to touch it since”

“Jesus Christ” Benny barely muttered

“Did they?” Will began to ask but couldn’t finish the question

“A bunch of men living in the jungle, who haven’t seen a woman in months? Yeah, they did. The only reason she is here right now is the fact that she refused to let them get the better of her. Gabby refused to die. The way I found her. She will never be in that state again as long as I’m breathing”

Will swore under his breath.

Even though they had known the sugar-coated story of how Gabby and Frankie met. The whole truth was a little too difficult to even want to understand.

“Heads up” Benny warned quietly

Santiago and Gabby appeared on top of the hill they were on.

She searched through the plastic bag she was holding before handing the bag to Santiago and throwing Benny his bag of chips, as if it was a football. She started laughing as she did it.

“She’s had Cuban coffee” Santiago explained

“Dude, I can see colours” she laughed

Frankie laughed but frowned “Where did you find Cuban coffee?”

“Café. It was on the menu. The cups were cute”

Frankie looked over Santiago “Fun walk, was it?”

“Interesting”

Before she knew what was happening Will had wrapped her up in a hug that came out of nowhere. Not that she minded.

“Aww” she cooed “You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m good” he answered kissing her on top of her head

“I should leave you more often”

“Don’t you dare”

“See Garcia. I’m easy to love”

He didn’t say anything. What could he say? The others just tried not to laugh.

[mentallyshattered]

This is part 16 of the "What if Yuu didn't want to go back?" Series!

(I, the author of this work, do not consent to this work being crossposted/translated without my knowledge or used to train an AI, ever.)

Masterlist

"Korrak. Korrak, wake up. You're squirming. Hey, Korrak. Korrak? Grim, are you having any luck with Mandible?"

"Heeey! Myeh, no dice. Same with Korrak?"

I sigh. Korrak is writhing more than last night, and he's still out cold.

"P-please... let us... h-hide..."

Yeah, definitely a nightmare. Even if he weren't begging an unknown dream entity for help, the pained expression on his face and constant movement are dead giveaways.

We need to tell Vil and Rook. They're our housewarden and vice housewarden, not to mention upperclassmen- they're better equipped to deal with this. Unfortunately, it's early, and they likely aren't awake.

Grim and I only woke up to go to the bathroom, but this? This is too worrying to ignore.

Despite that, we'll have to until morning. We can't tell Vil until he wakes up.

Sigh. This sucks. Since yesterday, I've seen Korrak as a sort of older brother figure, and, just as any little sibling would be, I'm worried sick.

"Hey, Yuu... Do you think they're going to be okay?"

"I hope, Grim. I don't know enough to trust myself to accurately judge that, but I trust Rook and Vil to find out if they don't already know.

"We need to go back to sleep. You know Vil's going to be mad if we stay up too long."

"Yeah, I do. Should be easy enough, right? You're a cat, so you can probably go to sleep quickly, and we're familiars, so that should apply to me, too."

Grim shakes his head. "Iistening to you talk in the morning is a lot like listening to myself think."

I glance at the clock. It's two hours until we're supposed to wake up. Vil will be pissed about our inevitable lack of sleep, but what can we do? The answer is try anyway.

...The lack of sleep is visible. Neither Grim nor I got any sleep after we woke up. We went to the bathroom, but we did not rest. Our eyes did not want to stay closed, and it's showing now.

"Monseur Mystery."

I nearly shout in suprise, but appearing out of nowhere is kind of Rook's "thing," along with speaking French.

"Hey, Rook." He saw the several seconds of totally silence and shock as we processed his arrival. His face shows it.

"Come with me."

He takes us to Vil's room. When he knocks, and we hear the "come in," I nearly pass out with relief. Finally, we can tell Vil about what happened.

"Yuu, Grim- what happened? Did you stay up on your phones? Did you feel too sick to sleep? Did you have too much caffeine? Why do you look so exhausted?"

"Myeh... We woke up to go to the bathroom, but Korrak was having another nightmare, and we couldn't sleep after that."

"It was worse than last time," I add, "he was moving more and wouldn't wake up. He also kept begging some unknown entity for help. And we missed two hours of sleep."

"Oh, dear..." Vil is very clearly, very deeply concerned for us. It shows plainly on his face, and he soon maneuvers me into a chair in front of the vanity.

Rook tries to grab Grim, but there's a knock on the door before gloves meet fur.

"Come in."

Korrak opens the door. He looks even worse than me, and Mandible looks worse than Grim. I didn't even know an opossum could look so tired, but... Well, I'm not Wikipedia. I don't know everything.

When the door closes behind him, Korrak abandons his balance, and falls. Rook catches him, of course, and my lagging mind registers that Korrak hasn't seen me and Grim yet.

"What happened, Monseur Smoke?"

"I dunno." For once, the syllables slipping from Korrak's mouth are blending together. "Jus woke u-up like th-th-th-th... this." He yawns.

Poor Korrak. Seeing him like this is a little terrifying. I know he's stronger, and smarter in fights- I watched him beat up a guy a whole head taller than him just yesterday- but seeing someone that powerful, made so weak in just a night... plus, knowing he got eight hours of sleep and still has dark bags under his eyes just unsettles me. Brr.

During my think, Vil went and got another chair to place in front of his vanity. Looking into the mirror, Korrak finally notices me.

"...Hey. Something h-h-h-happen?"

"Woke up to pee and couldn't go back to sleep. You?"

He sighs. "Nothing much. I s-s-slept all night and I'm more t-t-t-t-t-tired than when I went t-t-t-t-to bed."

"That sucks."

"Y-you have no idea."

Vil has retrieved a hairbrush and two stools. One stool goes behind my chair, the other behind Korrak's. I see Vil's reflection in the mirror, right behind my own. Behind my roommates' sits that of Rook.

Rook starts brushing Mandible's fur. Vil begins brushing my hair. I relax into it, letting the gentle tugs of the bristles sway my head ever-so-slightly. It's almost hypnotic, the soft pulls on my scalp. Maybe I'm too tired to judge; maybe I'm just starved for the slightest scraps of affection; maybe my brain has been trying to sleep for over two hours and failing, but regardless of why, I allow Vil's careful strokes to lull me into closing my eyes.

"You shouldn't sleep off-schedule, but you need it. Rest, little one."

With that, I am asleep.

"Yuu. Wake up." Something soft and faint, a pressure, of sorts- oh, Vil is shaking my head. "You have to eat. Come on. I've managed your morning routine for you, okay? It's time to get up now. You need to eat."

I open my eyes. Vil's violet irises meet mine, and he smiles as softly as he speaks.

"Do you feel better now?"

I nod. I'm sleepy, still, but some things just cannot be dodged. I do feel better, though- just the slightest bit more rested. That bit will probably make all the difference today.

"Monseur Smoke. Wake up." Rook lightly taps on Korrak's head until he wakes, slowly. "There you are, Monseur Smoke. Come on, you must eat."

Korrak turns to look at me, and we make eye contact. The look is mutual; shared:

"Today is going to suck."

[dreamstate4you]

The fall of Illian.

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Chapter 1

Bold = Korean

Not bold = English

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My name is Senara. Nara, for short. I'm a young unemploymend woman who moved to South Korea.

Why did I move here? Simple. My uncle recently passed away and I inherited his house.

I lived in New York before, Worked as a part timer in a family restaurant. My life was hell, Literally. Waking up everyday to work from nine in the morning until four in the afternoon, getting paid the minimum wage just for all the money to go to rent and food.

I can't even remember the last time I spent money on luxury things I wanted.

Now, I stand here in a stuffy, dirty house my Uncle owned. I was never close with my uncle. I myself am surprised that he left the house for me, but I am Greatful. He gave me another chance to start a new life in South Korea, the country that's gaining fame through the new media. Kpop idols, Korean drama and all.

I am found of their books. Korean Manhwa. To be fact I happily moved here knowing access to the manhwa's will be easier, a little of a stupid reason to move here into a new country ,but I still did know some Korean, not much.

I covered my nose to block the dust from entering. Taking a good look around the house, I grabbed my suit case and walked in further.

My suitcase was light considering I had nothing valuable to it.

The house my uncle owned was a good looking house. A two story house, a small  living room greated you when you walked in. The kitchen ,side of the stairs that led upstairs.

I held the side of the stairs tightly in fear of the wood collapsing. In the small platform of the stairs was a mirror. I looked at my reflection.

My short black hair was neatly presented on my head. My brown eyes looked tired from the jet lag. And my outfit looked ridiculous, the bright red sweater and grey/black pants were not a great combination.

I let you a big sigh and kept walking up the stairs and finally reached the main room. The upstairs of the house had a single bathroom and two bedroom. One of them was my uncle's and the other belonged to guests.

I opted to rest in the guest house. I still wasn't comfortable to sleep in my dead uncle's room.

The door opened with a creak as more dust blew onto my face. Granted the trauma cleaners had done their jobs in removing what they could ,but with no one setting foot in the house, dust was all over the place.

I sighed at the sight on the room. It was bigger than my appertment in new York. I Set down my suit case on the bed and started to look for something inside.

A brown envelope that my uncle's lawyer had given me. Before I could arrive to the house. I had met with the Lawyer, Mr choi. He told me I could come to him for help anytime. And he gave me an envelope of money, money my uncle saved up for me.

800 000 won, about 555 USD.

That was more than enough for me and considering I was given a free house that was completely paid for. I couldn't complain.

It was in the afternoon but I bet shops in Korea were still opened. I took the side bag that was in my suitcase and wore it around my neck. I placed the money in my bag as well as my phone.

Running downstairs I looked for anyplace where cleaning materials were being kept. I found an old worn out broom and a few cleaning materials.

I was going to go out buy some cleaning supplies and food. I might be lucky score a part time job.

Hesitating I held the door knob, I was scared that this was a dream and if I walk out I'll never return.

" You're okay, Senara. You're perfectly fine." I repeated to myself. Calming myself down.

With a bit more confidence I opened the door, Stepping outside into the humid air of Korea. Considering that I moved to a house that was near Seoul The air wasn't the best.

I looked to my neighbours Infront of my house. An elderly woman who seemed to be heading this way infact.

" Ah, hello." She waved at me.

" Hello miss."  I greatest back as I watched her cross the street. She was holding some sort of lunch box in her hands.

" Wow, your Korean is very good."  She smiled innocently at me. I found it funny I only said two words yet she's complimenting me.

" thank you. I'm still learning."  I humbly replied.

" My name is Kim Seyeong. I made Korean kimchi for you."  She held out her box to me. I lightly took it from her.

" Thank you miss Kim, my name is Senara."   Kimchi huh, I only ate it once in a restaurant in New York. It wasn't the best taste.

" Ah, you can always come to my house in for anything Se-nara. You're uncle was one of my friends"  She laughed as he said my name. Her face slightly fell as she mentioned my uncle

I couldn't understand some words in her sentence, but I'm guessing she said something about coming to her house and my uncle.

" yes, but right now I go to shops." I cringed as I forgot some of my sentence structures.

" Ah, yes yes.  Goodbye."  The elderly woman smiled, waving from me as she walked back to her house.

I looked at the lunckbox in my hand. Breathing out a breath I smiled at my first interaction with a native Korean, except Mr choi, . I walked back to the house, placing the kimchi in the fridge.

I ran out of the house. Making sure to lock the door since I couldn't be too safe. I wanted to go to A shopping center.

The walk only took a few minutes. I had no trouble expect some weird looks here and there, People mattered the word "foreigner" a lot on my way.

The first shop I stopped in was a home supplier shop. I only needed some wiping paper and a mop. The broom I have now will do.

Checking them out was a success. They proved to be surprisingly cheap. The convince store was my next stop.

On my way there something caught my eye. A book store. A wide smile appearing on my face.  This was it. My 70% motivation of coming here.  Maybe I could treat myself... Just a bit.

The bell rang in the shop signaling the owner.

" Welcome-" the owner stopped after looking at me

"oh, umm hello, welcome to my store." The owner cringed at his English speaking skills.

" You can talk Korean, I know some."  The owner laughed once I spoke. My mind thought I had made a mistake in my sentence.

" Ah, you should have stopped me. Now I look like a fool."  He covered his face with his hands. I giggled at his reaction.

" Ah, no your English is good." I comforted the shop owner. He only dismissed my comfort as he tried to bury his head into his hands with embrassment.

I chuckled again at his reaction.

Walking further inside the book store I was met with the manhwa section. Amongst them I saw my favourite and first ever manhwa. Who made me a princess. Further into the section were more manhwa's I recognized.

It seemed the isekai, historical manhwa was popular since it was the one mostly In stock.

A special manhwa caught my attention.  It was covered in a rich, red  glowing cover that sparkled when you looked from a different angle.

My hands lightly took the manhwa from its shelf. The cover was even more amazing. It was a girl, a red head girl. She was beautiful, but she looked sad.

The story of  Marie. ( Fan favourite winner )

It was a side story for Marie. It seemed she was a fan favourite and got her own side story. The original book was ' The great fall of Illian '.  My hands searched for a book with that title.

And finally found it. The book itself was half glowing blue and red. I read the back summary of the manhwa.

Cursed by an Ancient magic , the kingdom of illian is faced with challenges. The five princesses must set aside their differences and work together for their kingdom, only to realize they, themselves are the cause of the curse.

I held the first volume of the manhwa in my hand as I took out the phone in my pocket. I searched up the manhwa and I saw how it was an ongoing manhwa.

As of now, five volumes and a side story volume have been released.

Before I made the decision of buying any of the manga's physical I searched for them on any online website i knew. I had found all five volumes ,but I couldn't find the side story.

I made my decision.  I'll read the main story online ,but treat myself to the side story as a physical, soft cover.

Walking over to the cashier.  I placed the side story of Marie on the counter. The owner from Earlier taking it to swipe. Asking me if it was cash or card. I answered Cash since I hadn't made a card yet.

I bid my goodbye to the owner before continue to buy some food to stock up on food back home.

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I arrived home a bit later, at about five pm. I think picking out that food I wanted lasted longer than I hoped. I still wasn't confident in my Korean cooking skills and didn't have the time to search up YouTube tutorial so I opted for the easier option, instant food.

I quickly went up to take a shower, I made sure to be aware of the water and my hair. I remember reading somewhere that the water in Korea might not be the best unless you have a shower filter. I didn't want to risk any hair loss yet.

The water wasn't as warm as I hoped, but it was better than cold water. After showering I dried myself with my little towel from new York. I dressed myself in simple Pj's - which were a simple black oversized shirt with some sport pants from highschool - after getting dressed i walked downstairs.

I turned on the TV and the first thing was the news, but I wasn't going to pay attention to the television. I just needed some background music while I read my manhwa.

I walked to the kitchen to pour some hot water in a pot to put on the stove and prepared a cup of instant Noodles. One thing I like about moving to Korea is how cheap things were. Back at new York they were crazy expensive. I smiled at how much my life had changed in such a short time.

The water on the stove started boiling. I quickly put them in one of the brand new cups I bought and continued on preparing the noodle packs.

After I was done, I poured the hot water in the noodle cup, and closed it so the hot water could be trapped instead.

I took the cup noodles to the old sofa next to the TV.  I took out my phone to look at the time.

6:05 pm.

I'm surprised how well I was handling jet lag and how I was about to hit two days without sleep (?) The time zones messed me up ,but when I left America it was sunset and when I came here to Korea, it was in the middle of the day.

I started going to my online websites to look for ' the great fall of illian.' once I found it I started reading like a mad woman.

The first seven chapters already had me hooked. I almost forgot to eat the instant noodles I prepared.

So far, there are five Illian princesses. The first born princess Bloom and her twin Willow, Diana the sketchy princess, Marie who seems the shy type and Evelyn the youngest.

I kept reading the Manga pulling me into its thick plot. It wasn't until I was on volume 3 , did a yawn break my concentration. I checked the time.

8:34pm

It would be bad to sleep late ,but it just won't hit the same in the morning. I looked around the house and noticed that the moon that was bringing light was no longer there and the house was black and dark. I quickly went to close the curtains and light up the house.

I discovered the kitchen lightbulb wasn't working.

But it was fine. The light from the living room would be enough.

When I returned back to my set. I noticed how the TV now showcased something about Tax's rising. The person was also talking at a fast pace that I couldn't understand it all.

Whatever. The fall of Illian was calling to me. So far I could See why Marie was the fan favorite, she willingly agreed to be sold off to  the tyrant of another kingdom for her kingdom to gain an alliance and she also had a heartbreaking moment when she was defending Evelyn from her sister so they wouldn't sell her off to the neighboring kingdom. I'm thinking that the second book tells us of her life after her marriage because she hasn't appeared since her marriage.

Oh to be sold off to the cold duke of the north. I started fan girling at the thought. I placed my phone down as I started talking to the closest wall beside me.

" Now listen Mr wall, imagine. You're a princess and you're living in a big mansion with jewels and big pretty dresses and more jewels." I threw my arms up in the air.

" And suddenly, the cold tyrant duke of the north." I stood up and covered my lower face like a villain "comes to you and your father sells you for Jewels and money."

" But!" I turned dramatically. " The cold duke of the north that is somehow always back haired with red eyes isn't a cold duke at all. He's a kind giant who will do anything for you, he hates everyone except you and his personal guard friend."

I collapsed onto the sofa, my ears not missing the sound of the springs.

" Oh to have a life like that. One where you don't have to work yourself to the bone, one where you don't question what you're going to eat tonight, one where you have a life and people love you. I desperately wish to have that life. "

I lay down on the sofa holding my phone in my hand , ready to continue reading.

All the five sisters were illustrated to be red hairs, except Bloom. She had white hair. Or to have blue or red eyes. Their mother had red hair and blue eyes. While their father was a white haired man with red eyes. Marie was the only one in the family to have only one family feature. Red hair. She had light silver eyes.

I myself still classify her eyes in the blue colour category ,but the people in this Kingdom didn't. I don't blame them honestly. The author made it clear that a symbol of the royal family were their bright eye colours ,but Marie had the eye colour of a commoner. This led many to believe she was a child not born from the king.

" You deserve the world Marie."  I cried out in frustration.

I continued on reading volume 3. Until I was done with the whole of volume 5

11:46 pm

I had so much questions. I knew Diana was sketchy, she was after the throne. Diana killed her own blood. She killed Bloom right infront of Evelyn.

I stood up with my messy hair and held my head tightly. I was going to get a headache.

And I was right. Marie never appeared again. Once she hears that her big sister was killed by her sister... Oh my I can't sleep now. I need to find out what happens next.

I quickly held the side story of Marie in my hands. My bed time was practically non existent at this point.

The book consistent of 12 chapters, But they seemed long considering the books thickness.

I started reading the book . My head was buried deep in the pages as I tried to get answers.

1:56am

I ended up throwing the book to the wall in a fit of anger and shock.

" No more!"

Honestly that side story is traumatizing. The cold duke of the north is actually a cold duke of the north. He-he raped her, he abused her. He's an animal.

He manipulated Marie into thinking she's nothing but a useless vessel for him to order around.

I only ended at chapter seven. With the way things were going. Marie was going to kill herself.

I placed around the room and I started to bit my nails. A bad habit I picked up over the years.

" Honestly if I was her I would also kill myself." I held my head in frustration furiously combing through my hair.

I took a breath as I walked to the kitchen and saw Miss Kim's Kimchi. Maybe if it it won't taste so bad.

Taking a slice of a leave with my hand. The crunchy, spicy flavor overpowered flowed in my mouth. This was good. Definitely better than the one I ate in the restaurant in New York.

I ate another leafy piece before I licked my hands to go pick up the side story of Marie.

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2:26am

I hate the author of this book. This crazy animal of a man stabbed Marie and made it look like she did it herself. His acting skills somehow convinced everyone to think she actually did it.

Marie's side story ended when she's in bed and we still don't know if she's alive or dead, only the fake as Duke who's crying crocodile tears beside her, tricking everyone to believe he's a good husband.

Such a cliffhanger and I don't think there'll be any new chapters considering the author is on hiatus.

I laid the book on the wooden floor.

Staring at the ceiling of the living room, my eyes feeling heavy. I guess it was time to sleep, maybe I might have a good dream.

Tomorrow I need to properly search for a job. I can't really survive on the money my uncle left, not when Korea has such nice things.

I turned my body, the spring in the sofa accompaning me with a song at my movement.

I could get used to this life.

[xox-fallen-angel-xox]

I loved him. When we met we barely took notice to one another however with the game we met on being glitchy, the portal to another world with his friends was placed down and he couldn’t go in it and so just for a moment we had a conversation that made him add me. It was crazy how it happened especially when the reason why I even joined the world he was in was to find a pretend father for my fake son as he kept asking for a dad and I just had no luck with love at the time. After that day though, we completely stopped talking and at that point it didn’t matter as I hadn’t known him the way I did when we got a redo in a way. a while later, when I was playing the game at some point I had a panic attack due to a bunch of people gathering around me in the game and asking me questions, so I had left to another world that had nobody in it, eventually though a guy had joined and he was super kind, I really wanted to be his friend as he had helped me through the panic attack and understood how I was feeling in that moment, anyways I had lagged so bad that it kicked me off the game ( it’s a super laggy game for quest users ) and of course I had not remembered his username though before I lagged out, he did friend me. so upset that I couldn’t remember it, I looked at my friends list and saw a username I thought I recognized and when I looked at the picture of the avatar I thought it was the guy from that world, however he wasn’t online so I couldn’t confirm, so everyday I had gotten online and checked to see if he was online and one day, he was. I was so happy and excited, it was like we had already been talking and I missed him. When I joined his world though he was in a match, he was playing uno and I was unable to speak to him as the game doesn’t let anyone join in, they have to wait for that match to be over. So I waited but it took a while so I left into another world and would check in until eventually I got to talk to him. It was the best, I honestly couldn’t stop talking and laughing. He and I even agreed that we were so alike that it was like I was just the girl version of him. after a few minutes of talking I had also realized he had an avatar that was matching and I had the girl version so I showed him and he was not only okay with it but he also called the bunny ears on her head “ handle bars “. after about a week we began dating because we did really like each other.. at least I thought we both did. I know I did but him.. that’s questionable. I say that because I noticed one day that me and him never called the previous day, not even to fall asleep on call. I brushed it off and said “ maybe he was just super tired “, but that wasn’t the case. we didn’t call at all, starting on Tuesday last week, then I began realizing that he wasn’t responding as much as he used too. so eventually I partly begged for a response but mostly for a reasoning as to why…I knew why though deep down, it hurt to admit it to myself at first but then I did and I knew he was going to end things there. He did. now I’m finding out things from people, and it hurts. I heard it for myself as I joined him last night and heard his voice.. he was laughing and perfectly fine meanwhile Wednesday when he broke up with me I broke down crying, I cried and cried and cried. I couldn’t stop. hell I even cried when I heard his voice and his laugh, because I knew he was perfectly fine while I’ve been feeling so mentally hurt from the break up that all of a sudden my knee ( I have knee issues) that usually doesn’t hurt to bad as long as I stretch it, hurts so much more to the point where I barely can walk and I’ve vomited. Now I can’t say that the physical part is his fault, because it may not be the case at all and I just have something really messed up with my knee and I could be sick but like still. It started when I started hurting mentally so as of a while ago I believe that Is why. I miss him, I truly do but I gotta let him go and this is my way of doing it, just like always 🤡.

[benjaminsblog]

Snowdonia (pt. 2)

I hopped out of bed just before 8 and was on the bus to Mount Snowdon half an hour later. The 30-minute journey is a pretty one, whizzing past open fields and through quaint cobbled villages, before slowly climbing to its destination. Once disembarked, I popped into the warden’s office to purchase a map and got some great pointers from the chap there, who helped me decide which routes to take up/down; he recommended I take the harder, more vertical journey on the way up and the flatter one on the way down – this might sound counter-productive, but I agreed with his prognosis that by the time you’re on your way down, you’re much more tired and therefore susceptible to a sprained ankle (or worse) among the uneven rocks.

So, armed with my new-found knowledge, map, and provisions, I headed along and up the Pyg track, which was indeed challenging but not insurmountable (heh). It took me 2h20 to reach the top, including a handful of pauses for photos and/or breath. What breath I had by the time I reached the summit was swiftly snatched from me when I saw the view – whichever way I looked there was something incredible, and I sat at the top for a good 15-20 minutes trying to drink it all in.

The journey down (Miners Track) was unsurprisingly swifter, even though I took it at a leisurely pace. It took me 45 minutes to reach ground level, and for the final hour I strolled along the banks of the lakes that sit between my two routes until I made it back to square one. The only bit of ‘bad’ luck I had was missing a return bus by a few minutes (if I hadn’t washed my hands after going to the loo, I probably would’ve made it!), but it allowed me to sit outside on a bench for a little while and enjoy what I’d accomplished. I made it home 6 hours after I’d set off, feeling quite chuffed and not as exhausted as I’d expected.

Many of the people I met/passed along the way were pleasant, and the vast majority would at least say hello unless they were traversing a tricky part of terrain; there was a duo of dudes who I saw a lot of as we kept overtaking each other when the other party rested, and early on in my trek I rescued a cap that one of them had dropped – disappointingly, they didn’t offer to repay my kindness by carrying me part of the way!

There was another young lady on the way up who seemed to be lagging behind her friends a little, and as I was about to pass her, she audibly muttered ‘Jesus’ – I chuckled and shared a quick word with her, at which point she told me she’d decided to conquer Snowdon for her birthday, though she was currently regretting her decision! I wished her a happy birthday, and when I passed her by towards the end of the return leg, I asked her if it was worth it, and she said it was.

I would agree with that – it was another new adventure, and the scenery was stunning. And I’m rather pleased with myself, not only that I went and did it, but that I went and did it – after failing to make the trip last year, I can now cross this one off my list with a flourish!

Mount SnowDONE!

[divtanver]

Part One: No Time Left

The setting sun was sinking below the horizon, taking its warming light with it. A quick swipe of the wrench and another robot fell apart.

"I think that's it" Tails said, bending over and inhaling the missing oxygen.

"It looks like that" Sonic replied to him. "It turned out to be a good mess".

Littered with various metal junk and sparkling wires, the entrance to the city meant that the battle was over and none of the attackers could break through their defenses. The warm and mild summer wind blew away the remnants of sweat and enveloped with its freshness.

"It's getting dark" Looking at the approaching shadows from the clouds, the fox said. "It's time to go home, tomorrow we have a long day ahead of us".

"Yep, a good sleep definitely won't hurt me" The hedgehog said yawning.

Tails waved goodbye to him, but Sonic ran away so quickly that he didn't even pay attention to it. Lately, he has been running away more and more often, which is why his friend began to be suspicious of this, but tried not to give it away. This time the fox decided to follow where he was going to find out the reason, but could not keep up with him, and therefore decided to act more cunningly. Before his next disappearance, Tails, pretending that there was a problem with the communication device, embedded an inconspicuous tracker there and waited for the right moment to follow Sonic. The device stably tracked the target, but after a while it reported the cessation of movement and soon turned off. Tails hurried to the last known place, but found nothing there. He was already beginning to think that he had lost it, but somewhere on the very edge of peripheral vision he noticed a blue silhouette and, looking closely, recognized Sonic in it.

"Where are you running to anyway?" Fox mentally asked himself, trying to keep up with his friend.

The chase continued and, tired of the continuous running, Tails began to lag behind and lose sight of his friend. Because of his haste, he did not look at his feet, which caused him to stumble over a stone and fly face-first into the ground. Suddenly Sonic stopped near one of the bumps, looked around and, finding no one, took out an unknown device and then pressed the button. Tails, lying in the bushes, raised his head and saw how the earth erupted in front of his friend and formed the entrance to the tunnel, after which he went down there. Wasting no time, fox followed him, barely managing to slip inside before the passage closed behind him. There was no turning back.

"Why didn't he tell me where he was really going? What is this place? What is he hiding?" Asking himself a lot of questions, Tails slowly and quietly followed him hiding in the shadows.

Soon the tunnel was replaced by a corridor with several, judging by the interior, laboratory rooms containing some incomprehensible drawings, calculations and dates highlighted in red. Hedgehog kept walking. Two iron doors were visible in front, and behind them there was a large room with many different appliances and two heavy shutters, boxes and crates. There was someone inside, someone's figure was standing at the control panel. A small slap on the shoulder from the incoming Sonic made him flinch slightly, apparently carried away by his work, the unknown did not hear the sound of the doors opening, and he exhaled with relief, slowly turned around. It was Eggman.

"What?!" Tails rubbed his eyes hoping that it was a mirage, but the villain remained standing in his place.

"Scared?" The Sonic asked smiling, but seeing the worried expression on his interlocutor's face, his grin immediately disappeared. "How much time do we have?“.

"Judging by my calculations, a few weeks, no more" Villain answered him, rubbing his misted glasses.

"It was only a matter of time, we prepared as much as we could, we just have to prepare our resources and carefully watch where they appear" Hedgehog said, putting his hands on his waistband and pausing.

"I even prepared a speech" The evil genius said in a joking form. "Do you think it will work this time? Last time we were almost caught, Dusty almost died then, I barely pulled him out of the other world".

"It should work out, we have no other choice, besides, this time we have a trump card up our sleeve. By the way, how is he?".

"In a more or less normal condition, but his implants fail from time to time, so it will not be possible to integrate him into the local society. By the way, are you sure that no one knows about our joint affairs?".

"My partner obviously guesses something, on the way here I found a tracking device in my communicator" He held out his hand with a crushed tracker. "Tomorrow I will have to interrogate him, but still I don't think he will have enough time to find out something. Is there anything else important I should know about?".

"No, nothing... yet".

Okay, then I'm going back, otherwise soon others may also begin to have suspicions about my disappearance" Having said this, Sonic turned around and headed for the exit.

Tails, who was sitting behind one of the boxes, tried to crawl deeper into the darkness so as not to give himself away, but he touched something with his foot. The noise of an overturned object attracts unwanted attention. The hedgehog abruptly turned around and, narrowing his eyes, began to peer into the pile of boxes, trying to find the source of the noise created. Soon his puzzled face was replaced by a satisfied grin.

"You don't have to hide anymore, buddy" His voice tried not to betray emotions, but there were still notes of discontent in it.

Tails kicked the nearest box with all his might and it, pulling everything else with it, fell on Sonic with a crash, which gave him a few seconds to escape.

"Tails, stop!" A strangled voice came from under the pile "You misunderstood everything! Let me explain!".

"Where to run?! Where to hide?!" These questions were hitting on fox head like a hammer on an anvil.

The subconscious made a decision faster than the mind and he quickly ran towards one of the laboratory rooms, jumped over the table and quieted down. From the corridor came the sound of double footsteps, some slow and heavy, others fast and barely audible, which inexorably approached him.

"Don't hide, buddy, no one is going to hurt you! I just want to talk to you" A familiar voice came from the corridor, after which there was an unpleasant lull.

Suddenly, at the very edge of visibility, something flashed and the next second the Tails felt a sharp pain in his neck. He jumped away from the place of the attack and saw Sonic with a satisfied smile on his face. Touching his neck, he found a syringe stuck there and already empty.

"What did you inject me with?!" Tails asked in an excited voice, looking at the syringe, his vision was beginning to lose accuracy.

"Just a little sedative".

His legs went limp and, no longer able to hold his owner, knocked him to the ground, but a blurry figure abruptly moved and grabbed him and prevented a painful fall, turning it into a slow landing.

"Don't worry, buddy, no one's going to hurt you" Tails barely heard these words before finally falling into darkness.

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Consciousness returned slowly, heavy eyelids did not allow opening the eyes, the legs did not feel the heaviness and the surface under them, breathing was a little difficult, the limbs did not respond to attempts to move them. A few minutes later, the ceiling lamp turned on, looking around, he realized that he was in a capsule filled with water, his face was covered with protective glasses and an oxygen mask, looking at the sides, he saw the same capsules in which Sonic and Eggman were, with the same masks, but in an unconscious state. At the end of the corridor, a loud creaking was heard, the sounds of footsteps became clearer, a figure covered with darkness stopped at the edge of the light and spoke.

"I'm sorry for having to do this to you, but it's a necessity, we can't let you tell others about it, we still have time to prepare before they arrive".

The unknown came to light. It was Sonic.

"I guess you have a lot of questions. I'll be honest with you, Eggman and I have been friends for many years. No, I am not a traitor or a villain, and he is not one either, we never set out to capture or destroy the planet, it was all just preparation for something much bigger and much more terrible than our staged performance. All these years we have been training and preparing the inhabitants of Mobius for a big war that will soon come to our doorstep, even many years ago it was clear that they would definitely come here as well as in all the past times before, all this was just a matter of time which is almost gone" He was silent for several minutes, giving Tails time to think about what he had heard.

"Perhaps you have already realized that he and I are not from your world, we have been fighting with them for a very long time, but so far without success, and every time we have to escape from the captured worlds and try again in others. This time the fate of yours will be decided. I have already explained to your friends in captivity the purpose of our stay here and now they are waiting in the wings, just like you. However, you will find out about this when the time comes, but in the meantime, have a rest, you're going to miss it soon".

He headed for the exit, a loud creaking was heard, the footsteps finally subsided, after a while the lamp went out and the corridor plunged into darkness, fatigue began to take hold of Tails and he himself did not notice how passed out.

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A loud alarm woke him up, and a bright and flickering red light knocked out the remnants of sleep, an inscription appeared on his glass prison: "Protocol activated: Saboteur" after which the water level began to fall. His sensitivity and ability to move slowly returned to him, he took off the mask from his face and looked around. The neighboring capsules were empty, and in the middle of his own, the outline of a quadrangle began to appear, which soon split into two rectangles and in a second dispersed in different directions, opening access to the corridor. There was only one exit, it consisted of heavy shutters, they were ajar and led to a room with a control panel that he had already seen before, there was only one audio file on the monitor called "Play me". Tails turned it on, and his friend's voice filled the room. "If you're listening to this, it means they finally arrived and we had to leave the shelter, we took your Eggman and Sonic with us, they will be more useful on the front line, and yet in a direct combat we are barely able to resist them, but this is enough to distract their attention and the main forces, and this is where you gonna play your role: Since now the shelter is located deep behind enemy lines, you are required to get to their command center and destroy it, there is a crate behind you which contain things that will help in completing this task. And most importantly: Move only in the shadows or at night, be very careful, do not forget to use the devices and do not let them notice you, one glance will be enough for each of them to find out where you are. Don't let us down, buddy, a lot depends on you" The recording went off, leaving Tails alone with what he heard.

"Who are 'they', why me?" His questions risked going unanswered.

Turning around, he saw the said crate with the image of a cross, on which a lock was hanging, but it was not closed and did not prevent the opening in any way. The first thing that caught his eye was an object that looked like an exoskeleton, an inscription was engraved on its back: "Prototype of a heat-insulating and camouflage armor suit, model 14". On the forearm of the left hand there was a small PDA, one with a fire icon and the other with a blurred figure "The user is not detected" read the inscription on the monitor. Some kind of electric gun was fixed on the right hand, when the arm was straightened, it lit up blue, but there was no shot "The target was not detected," the computer reported. Anatomically, this armor perfectly fit Tails, as if it was made especially for him, when putting it on, Tails felt a slight tingling in the back of his head, after which the inscription lit up on the monitor: "Biometric data has been received, all body functions are normal, the active protection system is turned on". In addition, there was an unknown cube-shaped device in the crate, which, by pressing a red button with a fingerprint image, drew its blue, translucent and three times larger copy containing a first aid kit, a week's ration and several items that outwardly resemble explosives with a clockwork mechanism. Also on the bottom was his tablet, but in the once empty slot there was now some kind of card of unknown purpose, the launch of the device was successful and Tails tried to contact Sonic, but the inscription "Connection is impossible, artificial interference has been detected in the network" appeared on the screen, the next second a warning sign lit up "The source of interference is localized" the marker pointed to the nearest city.

"Apparently, in order to talk to Sonic 'live', I will have to deal with this" Tails said, attaching the cube to the side slot of the exoskeleton.

Checking if there was anything else that required his attention and making sure that there was nothing else, he headed for the tunnel leading to the surface. Behind him, due to lack of energy, the control panel turned off, stopping the operation of life support systems.

[upismediacenter]

LITERARY: La Réponse de Lune (Part II)

Read Part I here: https://at.tumblr.com/upismediacenter/literary-la-r%C3%A9ponse-de-lune-part-i/fg4x6jdlsz35

Ri awakes from a dreamless slumber, the time blurred past definition. He paces aimlessly around the evernight world, waiting for the next ordeal. With his moon in tow, he treats himself to the wonders of the realm, swimming amidst the zodiacs on the inky tide and sliding down the stellar dunes. Ri notices however that his faithful silver quarter-moon has been straying from him lately, lagging behind and drifting elsewhere.

One day, though there were neither days nor nights, Ri sits idly by one of the plentiful pools where the night-sea sloshes when his half-lit companion darts up one of the dunes they had trekked. He gives chase until his moon zooms past the peak. Beyond where the slope had plateaued he finds a parade of comets, among them his quarter-moon. Lush and content is its glimmer as it whirls center stage in a procession of Ri’s sins.

Once he held a comet in his bosom, dazzling and brimming with life she was. Wonder in every whoosh, ardor in every zip, oh how her love overflowed for all that caught her eye. Ri was one, and one they did become when they crossed orbits. Circling by his side, she kept—undersea, over-nimbus, hail-daring, and summit-top. Yet when occasion came for her to whoosh and zip for Ri to follow, he did not. He could not. At least, so he reasoned. Too fast, too far, too tiring, too much. He lost her to love that he could not bring himself to give her.

He runs after his moon, shoulders billowing from frenzied breath as he scrambles to rectify his undoing. What he has not put together though is that two bodies must revolve mutually; it cannot stand that one is merely locked to the other. So when the moon he seizes in his palms bursts through the prison of his fingers time and time and time again, he sinks an inch deeper into the madness in his narrow mind. When his soles ache and knees quake, he surrenders himself to watching his moon trace fantasies dreamt without him, flaunting a full and happy light when with him it donned but a wanting half-glow.

So he simply follows, ambling in its trail and careful not to startle it away. Pace by pace he gains ground until they are once again within arm’s reach. This time however, he makes no move to put his hands on the gleeful little orb, instead letting it lead him ‘round ringed jewel worlds and supernova gardens. They voyage in the wonder and ardor that Ri once shared with another until one day, his previously half-lit companion returns to his embrace a full moon. Ri at last grasps his lesson as he basks in the warmth and easy moondust he thought he would never earn privilege to again.

Letting go was the least of his blunders; it was his pull that thrust his love away.

— ☄ —

Solar winds sweep through the night, the ticklish breeze carrying a familiar lilt. “Your moon is all but ready to unveil your gift. Might you share what it is you seek?” All his life, Ri had been stifled by the firmament, grounded on dirty earth and sentenced to craning and contorting like a worm just to make futile reach for his muse. By the loom of far-fetched fate he has found himself at the cusp of a sliver of Her light, the breadth of Her miracles, the depth of Her mysteries—”An answer,” he replies.

But of course, the Moon has a mind of Her own, does She not? No matter the sum of lightyears Ri walks by the tail of the most exuberant comets or the hearts of suns he marches through, what bearing must the odyssey of a stranger have on Her choice to entertain a request at Her own expense? Ri is courteous enough to acknowledge the argument against his wish, but too stubborn still to make peace with the genuine odds of disappointment.

Instead he wanders the barren reaches of the cosmos as he blanks his mind and retires to waiting for a jolt of resolve. He can only check for so long, however, the cacophony of qualms that shakes the grounds of his endeavor. Smothering his doubts beneath flimsy rebuttals, he dawdles without note of his course and stumbles into a forest of stars. Having thought that his trials were all but over, Ri sets aside his discord to free his wits for this fresh predicament.

He commences by clearing a way through the shrubs, intending to sunder an obstinate path out. To his chagrin, he merely lands himself deeper in the maze of light. Chancing upon clearings in the forest, he closes on the open space all but to find that his giddy eyes have duped him, just as they do when he sights hills and terraces in the distance and arrives at the reality that they were but fanciful mirages.

As lost in the labyrinth as he in his rumination, Ri beholds his moon and broods over his wish. He could not want another outstretched inch of what he seeks, and not dread a whimper more of it being but an illusion. He drops the curtains on his eyes and sinks into the untold—all that he had known and all he ever would have, had he not disappeared into the moonlit sea a madman.

He shall once again step out of it, be he favored or foolish. But “Never,” shall he breach the waves and draw blessed breath, holding in his ribs the heart of a coward.

Ri unleashes his renewed vision and spies a streamlet of stars in the corner of his eye that, to his astonishment, remains even after setting his sight upon it. He makes for the flowing light, convinced of its truth, and follows its track until he reaches the junction of a thousand tributaries. Their gleams amass into a single surging torrent cascading into the dark.

Ri races down the river of stars, brushing aside what peril may swallow him should his foot slip down the bank. He has gotten far enough with little regard for safety and has no intention of letting the thought delay his dreams even a moment. So close he is to the river’s end, a waterfall plunging down an unseeable bottom. There being nowhere else to go, Ri looks back on the raging waters, the forest behind, the nebulae and planets, comets and suns, and with his eyes bids them an unspoken goodbye. “This is it.”

He lifts a foot off the ledge and the evernight world turns to memory.

— 🟆 —

After plummeting for a solid minute, Ri drops to the sand he knew did not glow and stares at the sea that is only a mirror to the heavens, not the night-made-ocean whose tide leaves his toes dry. His moon lay beside him still, yet now bereft of its levitation. It pulses to the percussion of his chest, bearing the very same wish he keeps within.

Ri’s eyes shine with the gentle glimmer of the Moon—a dream to unravel the grace of his muse. She peers from the balcony of Her clouded court, waiting for him to loose the sacred utterances on the wind.

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drove down to columbus yesterday to see fitz and the tantrums and young the giant and wanted to spend some time in the city bc it's $25 in gas right so may as well? it was 95 and sunny and the heat blew a hole in the water reservoir in my car. spent probably $20 buying all the jugs of water different gas stations had. we left the show early so we could get home in time to rest for work but we ended up at a rest stop, filling 8? empty jugs at the low pressure water fountain until a hose disconnected and the water started pouring right out. cricket got towed 70+ miles, I didn't get to bed until 4:30, I got about two hours of sleep before work, and I'm currently dying of a stress-related heart attack wheeeee