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Spoilers 4 the new BSD chapter

{^u^} Bye Kenji ill see u when u come back! And if u dont come back ill still see u bc im gonna kill myself and meet u in hevaen or whatevr!!!

Rip to u, Kunikida, and Jurichiro btw, yall will b missed dearly by an unstable teenager.

They WILL b added 2 the shrine now

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She’s the Man

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x fem Reader A/N: I appreciate each one of you, thank you so much for support <3!! Warning: mentions of harassment, anxiety, SA, alcohol, spelling errors, grammar mistakes Word count: 3.7k

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The dorm room was silent. No was was speaking. They were just sitting on the small couch, being in each embrace. Letting themselves know that they were there for each other. Especially for her. Jenna was sitting in the middle of the couch, knees pressed into her chest, arms around her legs. Staring into nothing. Gideon was beside her waiting for her to speak. Both Emma and Gideon knew that in times like this, they needed to be silent and let Jenna talk. She hardly talked about something she struggles with so they wanted to hear everything that comes out of her mouth.

„I like him.“ Jenna said looking into the space in front of her. Gideon sighed and pushed herself closer to her roommate, pulling her into her arms.

„I know... I can see the way you are around him.“

Jenna put her lips into a thin line and looked at her friend, tears in her eyes. „I don´t know what to do.“ Her soft voice was barely heard in the room. Emma was sitting in front of her on the ground, staring up at her friend.

„Maybe you should tell him the truth.“

Jenna couldn´t believe what situation she was in right now. She wasn´t the type of person who easily like like someone. She wasn´t paying special attention to people who only looked good. She hardly had any crushes, even when she was younger.

But you... you were so good, mature, respectful, amazing listener, always making Jenna special when she was with you, giving her your full attention, and caring about what she had to say. Saying your true opinions, always motivating her with your gentle words. And on top of that, there was your look. Jenna doesn´t care about someone´s appearance, never, but you even looked amazing. She almost couldn´t believe that someone like you exist.

So when she started noticing her liking towards you, she was sure that this would be serious. That this wouldn´t just be some silly crush.

Gideon nods gently. „Yes, that would be for best.“

„And he will understand, I mean, I don´t know him personally but I can feel that he will be okay with it.“ Even her friends could feel something different in you. There was something about you that was strange, but not bad strange. Just something they haven´t seen in their lives yet.

„B-But how can I do that when he recently tried to hook me up with his roommate?“ she turned her head to them, eyes almost desperate. She didn´t even want to say his name out loud, that´s how much aversion she had against him.

„You mean the one who keeps harassing you for almost two years? Of course, I can already see the scenario.“ Gideon continued, trying to give some courage to Jenna „He wanted to be closer to you so he asked Charlie for help cause he saw that you two get along.“ Emma noded at her words, also agreeing with her.

Yeah, even to Jenna, this sounded pretty accurate, you barely turned someone down. You were too sweet for that. Still, this doesn´t have to be true.

But for now, she is going to act like it is.

„So what should I do?“ she now looked at Emma. Her friend only smiled with a confident smile. She and Gideon shared eye contact and looked back at their desperate friend.

„We´ll tell you, what you are going to do.“

„This is so good!“ Georgie cried as he held chicken wing in the air. His mouth and fingers were dirty from BBQ sauce. Some of it was even on the collar of a his uniform but he didn´t mind, all he cared about was that he could eat.

Y/N looked up from her meal, cracking a small smile. It was cute how he could enjoy so much such a simple thing. He was pure and so obvious.

Mason aggressively nodded his head at him, eyes wide. At least he could eat properly and wasn´t as dirty as Georgie in front of him. „You are right! It´s been a long time since they had something so good in here!“ he yelled with his mouth full of food.

They were having lunch right now. Finally, because if the classes were any longer, Y/N didn´t know if she would survive. The whole day she was with her friends, they were whining about how much they are hungry. Y/N was a patient person, but this... this was another level.

A couple of workers and students were glaring their way, at their loud behavior. Y/N and Hunter shot them back apologizing smiles.

„Can´t you two just enjoy it a little louder? Everybody is looking at us!“ Hunter hissed at them. Mason and Georgie looked around and then started eating again, clearly nonchalant.

Y/N looked around one more time and was met with doe brown-eyes looking at her. Jenna was staring at her with a small smile decorating her face. The taller girl looked at her and gave a small smile back with her hand waving at her.

Mason looked at her, then the way she was facing and his friend again, smiling softly in a teasing way before continuing his eating.

Jenna was sitting with a couple of her friends, a finished meal in front of her. She was probably waiting for them to finish. Breaking eye contact and pulling out her phone. Suddenly Y/N´s phone made a sound signalizing new message.

Jenna xx: Hey, are you free today?

Y/N looked up from her phone again at the other girl. She was waiting for her answer with hopeful eyes, biting her lower lip.

You: Hi, yeah, something in mind?

Jenna xx: Been thinking about another movie, free dorm tn, you down? ;)

Y/N smiled softly at her phone, agreeing with the plans. She was excited. She and Jenna haven´t talked much since the party but there wasn´t any bad blood between them. They just didn´t have much time.

After the classes, Y/N felt exhausted. Today was too long for her and she just wanted to lay down and relax, but she wasn´t tired enough to cancel her plans with Jenna.

When she got into the dorm room Percy was there, he was sitting behind his desk doing some schoolwork. Both of them haven´t talked yet about what happened. The morning after the party, Percy couldn´t remember much, only a couple of things. But he definitely felt the energy you gave him. He didn´t know what happened but he was also a little scared to ask. He isn´t used to you acting like this.

Y/N also didn´t know what to do with this situation, either acting like nothing happened or confronting him about it. She surely didn´t want to act like nothing happened, she thought it would be unfair to Jenna. People should talk about things like this, even if “nothing happened“.

But still thinking about what would happen if she didn´t get there. That night she came with Mason and some other boys, she saw Gideon and went to say hi, the girl told her that her roommate was there and that she had just gone to get a drink in the kitchen. So Y/N went after her.

But the scene she found her in... She was angry at Percy, but she felt even more disappointed. It wouldn´t even cross her mind that he could behave like this. It was disgusting. Acting like someone on top. He took advantage of time when nobody was there and she couldn´t say no to him. Y/N felt sick to her stomach.

„Hi.“ He looked up from his work „Going somewhere?“ he asked her as she was packing some things in her bag.

„Yeah.“

There goes the short answer again. He feels like it’s the only thing he gets from his roommate these days.

„Cool.“ He wanted to ask with who but that´s not his business.

Jenna was running around her dorm, making sure everything was ready. Blankets, pillows, snacks, movie, hoping she didn´t forget something. The room was dark with only the light of the turn-on TV and candles by the windows. She wanted to make it cozy as much as possible.

„Just a second!“ Jenna yelled at the door. She heard the knock, signaling that you were already there, right on time. She ran to look at herself one last time in the mirror, fixing her bangs and one last check at the room.

She opened the door and was greeted by your cute face. You were standing there wearing grey baggy sweatpants with a matching hoodie and bag around one of your shoulders looking cuddly as ever. You made a thin line with your lips still looking at her.

„Hi.“ You said shortly, waiting for her to let you in. She opened the door wider for you to come and greeted you with her hug. There was your scent again. It was so addicting.

Soon you started watching the movie she picked. It was Friday the 13th and you both enjoyed it. You saw that already but it was classic, so you didn´t mind watching it again. The scenes are good, it is a solid film. During the movie, Jenna was thinking about what Emma and Gideon said and about their plan.

Yeah, that plan already started and you don´t even know it. 

After that, you were chatting. Y/N wanted to ask about Percy and what was going on between them, but she didn´t want to remind Jenna of that uncomfortable night. On the other hand, the girl felt like she should talk about it, she knew that Jenna didn´t like a feeling of vulnerability, but there was nothing wrong with it. At the end of the day, there are still people who are by her side ready to help her and listen to her. People like Y/N.

„I wanted to ask you...“ she looked into her eyes with a little seriousness, the shorter girl turned to her waiting for her question „Are you okay?“

And the girl didn´t even have to be specific about what was she talking about, Jenna knew.

„Yeah, I think I´m.“ she pulled out a small smile with her soft eyes. She was okay when she was with you, she felt safe. Every time she felt nervous walking around him or thinking about what happened, her mind went to you and how you acted. How you stood in front of her ready to defend her from anything bad. And then she feels safe.

She feels safe when you stand by her side, she feels safe when she is walking beside you, she feels safe when you hug her.

Doesn´t matter what you two are doing, when she is with you, she feels protected.

„It started almost two years ago... I saw him a couple of times before but we didn´t share many classes or never really spoke to one another.“ She was now looking into her lap, playing with her fingers. It was her habit when she was nervous or was thinking about her words and what she wanted to say.

„I knew he was into me, he used to stare at me sometimes whole class. It started to be a bit strange, but I let it be. Was trying to ignore it.“ Y/N was still looking at the girl beside her, giving her full attention.

„I got a couple of times drawings of my face... at first I found them at the spot where I used to sit during our together classes, then found some in my locker or mailbox at my home where I was during holidays. That was the weirdest. Like how did he find where I live?“ she sarcastically laughed, leaning her head on her hand, which was now on her knee.

„I didn´t want to make something big out of it, so I let it be. When I came to school again, he kept going, sometimes even following me into the dorms. I told Gideon and Emma about it and from then, they tried to be with me when they could.“

Y/N couldn´t imagine the stress this girl must have felt. It was absurd. And disrespectful. She slowly grabbed the other girl's small hand, shooting her comforting smile.

„One night, there was a party... there were almost all the students from the school. I was in a room full of people, slowly drinking from my cup... I wasn´t drunk just a bit tipsy.“ The shorter girl now held Y/N´s hand in both hands. „he saw me came to me and started to touch me... he tried to pull me up with him into the room upstairs but I wasn’t letting him... he didn´t like that of course and pushed me against the wall still with his hands on my body.“

Jenna had now tears in her eyes but didn´t let them fall. She breathed heavily still looking at their hands. „Can you believe that even the room full of people didn´t manage to stop him?“ she sniffed softly „Then he got pulled by someone, he smashed him into the face and threw him out of the house... it was your friend actually, the football player.“

Mason. He never disappoints.

You were now sitting there, feeling disgusted. You felt horrible that you even tried to help him with her. You have so much rage inside but right now Jenna was your priority. You pulled the girl into your arms, holding her. You were in awe that she´s been holding that inside of her for so long. She was so brave.

Both of you were sitting there, holding each other, her almost on top of you with her face in the crook of your neck. When she calmed down she pushed her face out and looked at her. Your faces were now close.

Y/N kept looking at Jenna´s face, her cute bangs, doe eyes, and small nose on which were her cute freckles. They looked like constellations and the taller girl knew that she would never be bored of them. On top of that her full lips.

Jenna saw Y/N looking at her lips, which made her smile. The tension grew and she was now waiting for her move. The brown-eyed girl looked at your lips and saw you smiling.

„What are you smiling about?“ Jenna asked still in your embrace.

„You smiled first! You gave it to me.“ Y/N said and now she grew nervous. Jenna´s hands were around her neck and the girl´s chest felt full, feeling like there was no air for her. Y/N liked this, feeling Jenna in her arms, close to her, smelling her perfume.

„Sorry, I need to use a bathroom.“ And just like that you gently pushed Jenna away from you standing up and making your way to the toilet room.

Jenna was sitting there with wide eyes, shocked. She was almost sure you were going to kiss her. But you stood up and went to the bathroom. Were you nervous or just didn´t feel the same way she does? She wanted to know the answer to these questions but only you could answer them.

You were hard to read. Maybe that was what caught her attention the most. She didn´t know what to expect from you. Like now. The girls told her that you liked her back because of the way you was acting around her and that you were probably just nervous, that´s why you didn´t make a move yet.

They were in some way right, you were nervous. You liked her, you know that, but it felt unfair to Jenna. She knows you, but she doesn’ t know you. She doesn’t know you as Y/N. As your trueself. And that´s why instead of kissing her you rushed away.

Y/N washed her face with water. She looked at herself in a mirror and saw her blushing face. Oh God, this was embarrassing. She felt hot and her heart was beating fast. She picked herself up and made her way to the room again. Jenna was now sitting cross-legged, controller in her hands looking for some new movie to watch. Y/N undressed her hoodie and threw herself onto the couch beside the other girl.

„So what are we watching next?“

Jenna woke up the next day on her couch, her eyes still closed as she was thinking about yesterday. She opened her eyes. Sun was shining through the windows of the room, birds could be heard even though the windows were closed. She looked up and found Gideon standing above her smirking, she motioned “I´m leaving“ with her mouth and then she put her fingers on her lips and did a zip-up motion silently walking away, still with her little smirk.

Jenna could hear soft breathing behind her, then she realized that you were spooning her. She gently turned around wanting to see your face. You looked so relaxed, with your arms around her waist. She was wearing your hoodie from yesterday. Last night you fell asleep first, looked exhausted from the day. After turning the TV off she picked up your hoodie and put it on herself, slowly laying down beside you, as close as she could.

When you woke up Jenna was in the bathroom. You slowly sat up and rubbed your eyes. You slept well actually, even if it was on the couch.

With that you stood up and started cleaning the room, making it look a little presentable. Not long after Jenna walked up to you, greeting you with a hug and questioning how was your sleep. You noticed she was wearing your hoodie and it looked so cute on her. She was so small, it was almost reaching her knees and the sleeves were too big for her, but she looked happy. Soon you left her dorm, leaving Jenna behind with your hoodie still on her.

„We could plan something.“

Mason says as they were running around the field. They are having practice. The coach was talking something about getting easely tired, so he made them run circles around the field. Y/N wasn´t really a fan of training like this, but she understands and respects his point.

„What do you mean?“ she asked him.

They were now around the 13th round, or at least she thinks, she didn´t want to count it. They were almost breathless, their legs felt like they were on fire, and it slowly became hard to move and control them. Her throat was burning and her lungs had each inhale smaller capacity.

It would be okay if the coach let them just run, but he was whistling at them to change their tempo, sprint or slow down. All you could hear were breathless players running around the field. Mason wanted to continue with the conversation but he was almost out of breath.

Another whistle was heard but this time coach was yelling at them to stop. With that Y/N fell on her knees, forehead pressed into the ground, breathing heavily trying to catch her breath. Mason was beside her on his back, arms and legs apart looking like a starfish. Everyone was on the ground, trying to survive after this challenge.

„I think I´m going to throw up.“ Mason´s voice was heard from beside her, now holding his stomach, whinning.

Y/N stood up, hands on her knees, slowly straithing up. She looked at Mason and slowly pulled him up.

„Come on, it will be only worse this way.“

They were slowly walking back to the coach. The girl looked at the tribune and saw Jenna. She was sitting there and she was enjoying the suffering your coach pulled you through. She had palms under her chin and when she saw you she waved. You waved back smiling.

„It´s cute how your girlfriend comes here every practice.“ Mason said looking at his friend´s reaction.

Y/N pushed her eyebrows together. „Jenna is not my girlfriend.“

„But you want to, so what´s stopping you? She clearly likes you too.“

You just shrugged your shoulders and looked at the ground, hands on your hips. Mason was still studying you, something was bothering you, that’s for sure, but he didn´t know what. He is guessing that maybe you are shy and don´t know how to start, so now he has a mission to get you and Jenna a date.

The thing he didn´t know is that your current situation would be this complicated.

„So as I was saying, how about we would make a night out, we would call Hunter and Georgie and you could call Jenna and she could call her friends. It would be fun.“

Y/N was thinking about it, it wasn´t the worst idea. They could hang out all together and that way they could get closer and know each other better.

„Yeah, that sounds good.“ She last time looked at Jenna before continuing with their practice.

Gideon couldn´t believe it. She was shocked at what Jenna told them about yesterday. She thought something happened between you two because of the way you were sleeping together. It was so cute, she had never seen Jenna in this situation, it was new to her and she was enjoying every bit of it.

But then she told her that you were face to face, looking at one another and you left her there to go to a bathroom. She almost collapsed.

„What?!“ Gideon stood up from her spot looking at her roommate with a shocked and unbelievable face. She can´t process that their perfect plan didn´t work out. Emma´s jaw was hanging, also didn´t expect this.

„Maybe he is gay.“ Jenna grabbed the pillow and threw it at Gideon. The plan was to make sweet and romantic vibe, where you would watch movie and then you would talk about your feelings and finally kiss. Simple and easy. And that happened but you still manage to slip out. Little snake.

You both were acting like kids with your first crush. Running around not making any move, she just wanted to pull her hair out of her head. You both are so frustrating.

At this point she doesn´t care. If you aren´t taking this into your hands, she´s going to take it into hers.

Because if this goes at this speed any longer, she will grow grey hair.

next chapter

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A/N: Hey guys! Happy weekend! Thought I would drop Part ll. Really loving this Mini Series so far. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for following along so far! Also, please listen to the song! It's vital to the whole fic!

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Word Count: 8.9k

Warnings: 18+, Language, Smut, Talks of Possible Sex Trauma, Eating Disorder, Body Dysmorphia, Teen Angst, Emotions. (If I miss anything, let me know.)

The universe is either cruel or working in mysterious ways. In ways, I don’t think I’ll ever understand because how is this happening right now? Me crawling through Harry Styles window?

The one I’ve liked, maybe even loved, since middle school. 

Okay, yes, using the word “love” feels dramatic, but I don’t know how to explain it, and maybe saying you’ve “loved someone since middle school” is weird because it’s obvious that he’s never felt the same way.

Trust me, he has proved it time and time again. 

I’ve never been the girl he picks. I’ve always been the background character in his world, and there was a time when even the smallest morsels fed the desperation always blooming within, that pull that never went away. 

He wasn’t always this distant figure, a harsh memory of the past when he was a possible aspect of my life. Before everything changed, when maybe his eyes lingered a little longer. When he would look at me, like he did tonight on the roof when no one was looking, a shared smile, a knowing look, tiny moments I lived for when I was young, and I made him the center of my universe.

 That’s the thing about being young, right? Everything is so much bigger; we create these scenarios in our heads, and the more we speak them into existence, the more real they become—that was Harry for me.

I liked him so much—so much that it hurt, and I know this sounds crazy, but I swear he liked me too, maybe not to the degree that I had taken it to, but I saw it; it was this gut-deep feeling, like the one I’m feeling now—undeniable—every sign was there. 

A feeling I’ve known like the back of my hand.

 It’s that same feeling that still pings in my chest whenever Harry looks my way, thinking maybe I might just be a passing thought in his mind. That elusive feeling I’ve learned to suppress, bury like he’s nothing, and currently, it’s as potent as his hands on my waist—the hands steadying me as I find my footing; now I’m through the window, staring up at him with the same desperation I felt a million times before, standing here with every opportunity I would have died for.

The chance to call him mine, even for a moment, that I could have him just tonight, and that would be enough, right?

And he’s gazing at me with those green eyes I’ve dreamed about often, and something about it hurts, like why now? Why has he never seen me? What’s changed between then and now because I’m still the same person—maybe the outside has changed, but I’m still me at my core, and she was never enough for him—so why now when he could have had me all along? 

So many thoughts and feelings are churning through my mind, and I want to ask him. I want to know, but would he tell me? Why does it feel so easy, so comfortable, effortless to be here in his presence, like old friends reuniting, like we haven’t missed a beat, like there hasn’t been an ocean of tides drifting between us for the last five years.

But haven’t I learned by now that the universe doesn’t always play fair? Like somehow I ended up with his ex-best friend, and the kicker is that aside from Harry, he’s the hottest guy in school, and was that a reward from the universe, a clap on the back, “you’ve worked hard all summer,” now your skinny and people see you, the real you.

This is what I’ve been telling myself for the last two years. That you have Trent, the guy that everyone wants, the guy that gets to wear you like the arm candy you’ve become because you’re pretty now, you know, the guy that I should feel so lucky to have because every day girls are lining up to be with him, so smile, don’t eat too much, you still need to fit into those low rise jeans he forced you into buying even though they suck for girls with any kind of hips and ass. 

And how many things have I changed and will continue to change to keep him? To say that I have him because that’s enough, right? 

I’m enough? 

I’ve become perfectly manicured to fit next to him, and it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t like my curly hair; I straighten it anyway because he thinks I look sexy with straight hair, and Trent delicately encouraging me to wear more makeup isn’t so bad, especially when I nail a smoky eye or the perfect cat wing, and he calls me hot. Pinching at all the parts of my body that make me insecure, then he gives me that look, lifting my shirt because my jeans are too small, cutting into my flesh, but what he doesn’t realize is that I’m in between sizes because the others are too big now—and I’m fucking starving—and there goes dinner because I can’t bear the look of disappointment across his beautiful face. 

It doesn’t hurt that bad anymore because nobody gets him like I do. Nobody gets the parts of him when our bodies are pressed as one, and he whispers, “I love you,” pushing in and out of me too hard, and that part doesn’t hurt as much anymore because that’s when I get to shine. I get to put on a show, do all the things that I know he likes, and dammit, I’m so fucking good at it, and he tells me every time, and when he thrusts into me again, and I tell him, “I love it” I praise him, stroking his ego just enough that he’ll say I love you again—and I do love him because this is what love is, right?

So, of course, I’ll change because I don’t dare push him, or he’ll pull away, leaving me spinning out, questioning everything, and if I think about it all too hard. I’ll realize that I’m the joke, that I’m a fucking fool. That I’m pathetic, that I know I’m worthy of more—and here is Harry staring down at me, his touch so sweet and delicate, the way his thumb is stroking my cheek, and it doesn’t feel real. 

All of this feels like some kind of fever dream, one I’ve dreamed a hundred times over, and I don’t know how to tell him that I might be too high for this.

But it feels so good, and I want him. 

I want him more than I’ve wanted anything before, and when he kisses me, the warmth of his mouth is all I can feel. It’s the only thing pushing the thoughts away, numbing my whole body because he is all I can see, the vibrations of his movements thrumming through my body, his touch stealing my breath, and I’m weak for it, and I think he wants the same thing. 

Then he breaks the kiss and smiles, the whites of his eyes red, his eyes never looking more green than they do now, and all I can do is smile because I haven’t felt this happy in a long time.

“Let’s listen to your Wilco CD, yeah?” he asks lowly, the rasp of his voice filling my chest.

“Yeah…” I breathe through the haze of his kiss. Every movement he makes is making me dizzy, and when he moves away, I grab the CD. 

Harry clicks the lamp on next to his bed, glancing over to ask if I can flip the switch by his bedroom door, and when the room goes dim, reality floods in, the same question tormenting me: Is this really happening? and here I am doing my best to tamper it down, but suddenly, I’m that girl in Junior High again, fearing the worst because I’m putting all my hope into this one boy, and I know that’s not real, but I’m scared all the same.

There’s undoubtedly a noticeable change, a buzzing in the air, and I have no clue what I’m doing here. I feel like a robot, mechanically moving, playing out a script in my head, all the while the knot of nerves growing in the pit of my stomach that’s keeping me on edge. I wonder if he’s nervous, too, and when I look over at him. He’s stretched out on his bed, legs hanging over the side, and he looks so peaceful and calm as the lamp’s soft glow illuminates his skin. 

 I’m trying with all my might to embody that feeling as I change the CDs in the player, and I know my best move is to be the girl I am for Trent. That’s what got me here, right? He must have noticed me and liked what he saw—and I can be her with my eyes closed, embody “her” any time of the day, play out the motions because I am her. 

So when I crawl onto his bed and sit facing him, cross-legged, casually, like I’ve done this before, with him, I know I’ve got this, “You’re in for a treat—” I began, and he smiles, eyes closed.

“You’re going to love this album…” 

A lazy laugh pushes through his parted lips, and he barely opens his eyes. “Mmm…” he hums. I thought you meant a different kind of treat…” Then his eyes are open, more alert, and I gaze down, watching him draw an invisible line down my thigh with the tip of his finger. Reeling over his touch that seems to vibrate through my entire body as heat creeps up my cheeks. 

My heart is pounding in my chest, and I bite down on my lower lip, trying to keep my face neutral, to play it cool and collected. “It could be both…” I admit because it’s true—This is what we’re doing. I would be a fool to think it wasn’t leading to this. 

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, taking it between his teeth. “Yeah?” he asks, a smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. That knot in the pit of my stomach inching deeper, the sensation spreading, pulling between my legs, vying at his energy.

“Yeah,” I say softly, eyes darting to his hand now running down his chest, a slow drag, stopping at the hem of his shirt. It’s like a thirst I never knew how to quench, and my mouth goes dry with one glance at the button on his jeans, and I swallow hard, losing the words at the tip of my tongue. Without thought, I’m climbing on top of him. My mouth dives to his as fast as his hands were on my face, both needy, desperate for what this was becoming outside.

Our teeth gnashed together, warranting a shared groan, but it only made me want him more to find that same rhythm we shared on the roof when he pressed himself between my legs—now I’m pushing myself into him again, aching for that same friction.

And he’s like a whirlwind, with no lead-up, a messy haze of confusion, my body only responding to his touch. He slid his hand up my shirt, groping me through the thin lace of my bra, and the warmth of his hand filled my chest. I found myself holding my breath, afraid to react, my nipple growing hard under his touch, then he gently pinches the hardened tip, and I gasp in a breath of air, a shudder of pleasure rushing through my body.

I pressed into him then, a raspy groan leaving his mouth, and I knew I had him, that I could do this.

When he breaks the kiss and tugs at the hem of my shirt, whispering, “Off—” a smirk streaks his face, and I press a finger into one of the dimples dipping into his cheek. 

“You take your shirt off…” I laugh, and the thought makes my head spin, a thrill of everything good happening all at once because the way he’s looking at me has my heart thudding against my rib cage, and my brain can’t decipher the difference between joy and fear; and maybe right now they’re the same thing. 

He thrusts his hips, making me bounce in his lap, and I wrap my arms around his neck, landing with a light bump against the hard bulge in his jeans. He bites down on his lower lip again, hugging his arms around my body, playfully pushing himself into me, and he buries his face between my breasts, nestling a moan into my chest. 

And fuck he’s so sexy, and I’m so turned on. 

It’s been so long—so long since I’ve felt this way, and when he tightens his arms around my body, he peeks up, all playfulness gone, and he says, “I want you so bad…” 

That was enough. That was all I needed; That was all I’ve ever wanted from Harry, those words, and that feeling is back, masquerading as courage, and when he lifts us off the bed, my thighs tighten around his waist, legs wrapping around him, not worried that I’m too heavy, or that he’ll drop me because the insecurities aren’t there.

He shifts me further up his body, hooking his hands under my ass, and I reach for the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head and tossing it to the ground. A hazy smile spreads across his face as he takes me in.

The first layer is gone. 

When his eyes flit to mine, I wrap my arms around his neck as he slowly releases me, pressing my body to his until my feet hit the ground, his gaze never leaving mine. 

I can feel myself succumbing to him, the muscles in my cheeks stiff from holding the constant smile he brings me. This time, he pokes his finger into my dimple, and I bite at his finger as he pulls away, making him laugh, and he brings the pad of his thumb up to trace the curve of my lower lip.

When he dips his thumb into my mouth, I comply without delay, lapping the tip with my tongue, then sucking him in, the suction building as he pulls away, his eyes roaming my face. I watch the pupils in his eyes dilate, then contract, like the onset of hunger, and he pushes his wet thumb into his mouth, tasting me, wrapping his heart-shaped lips around his finger, slowly opening his mouth to drag his thumb down his tongue.

And I think I’ll fucking lose it. My hands are already on Harry’s shirt, gripping the fabric, needy as he does the work for me when he grabs his shirt and yanks it over his head.

My quick hands reach for the top of his jeans, tugging on the button until it pops open. Then our hands become greedy, moving to undress one another like it’s a race like there’s no time left. 

He pulls at the snap of my bra, releasing it open like he’s done this a million times, coming off effortlessly, another article of clothing gathering at our feet. Then he leans down, sucking my nipple into his mouth, hard and fast, but it’s welcoming, and I run my hands through his hair, moaning, my body jumping with the sharp sound of the suction sounding over the soft music.

He moves his mouth back to mine, pushing a sloppy kiss to my mouth. It jolts us both when our teeth knock, gnashing together again, and both sigh, the overwhelming sensation ricocheting through our bodies, and it sets us back a few paces. 

Harry pulls away then, laughing, holding my face between his hands. “Sorry,” he whispers, a shy smile forming, then his eyes fall to my lips, readying to kiss me again. 

He tilts my chin up, and when he leans in to kiss me, trying to keep the same pace as before, our teeth clash. This time, we both laugh, pulling back, and he speaks up, “Maybe we should slow things down a bit?” He suggests, tracing over my lips, bringing with it awareness.

I didn’t realize I was out of breath until I felt the rise and fall of his chest pressed to mine, my boob smashing into his body, so hot, the heat creeping up my spine, knocking the air from my lungs, and this is real.

This is as real as it gets, I think, as Harry stands shirtless before me. 

My grip loosens around his neck, creating a sliver of space between us, and my body sticks to the sheen of sweat already coating his torso. When did it get this hot? So hot that I could barely breathe?

Harry is looking down at me, so serious, still holding my face in his strong hands, hands that will touch me in places I’ve only imagined, and he’s different. Different from anything I’ve ever envisioned before, and when he slowly lowers down to his knees, eyes traveling down my body, I have to fight the urge to cover myself, to not let him see the things I’m most insecure about, the flaws that I couldn’t hide even if I tried.

My arms hang limp around his neck, gazing down as he presses his lips into the flesh of my skin, each kiss as delicate as the one before, moving across my belly, inching toward my hip, softly biting into my skin. 

Harry draws a weighted breath through his nose, and I lick my lips as his eyes flick to mine; and he smiles, sinking his teeth in just enough to bring out a laugh, then he pushes his lips into my side, pressing hard until I feel the kiss deep in my bone, and I rake a hand through his hair.

Harry nudges his face into my stomach, slightly angling his head upward to gaze at me. Something about the gesture is so sweet, and I find myself cradling his head in my arms, staring down into his eyes, watching his head rise and fall with every breath I take. Then he closes his eyes, hugging his arms around my lower body, and embraces me. 

His head skims up my body until his cheek is flush with my bare breast, and his grip around me tightens. I arch around him then, walling him in as my hair cascades around him, and I kiss the top of his head, breathing him in like this is the first and last time.

Eventually, I close my eyes as the lyrics of the song fill the room, Wilco’s—You Are My Face, blaring. I swear these lyrics have never hit harder than they did in that very moment, and when I swallow, testing my voice for words, I can’t speak past the deep burn building at the back of my throat. 

My grip grows stronger, his embrace deepening, and I wonder if it’s like this with every girl if this kindness is an act because I’m already aching with it. Dreading the moment, I have to let him go because he is so fucking nice and believable, and then I kiss him again and again until I feel his hold on me loosen.

Harry grabs hold of my hips, softly pulling away, and even though I don’t want to, I let go, letting my hands fall to his shoulders. He pushes one last kiss into the center of my chest, then looks up and clears his throat, “This song is really good,” he confesses, the rasp of his voice deep like waking from a tranquil state. 

“Yeah…” I barely manage because he’s studying my face, and I’m doing my best to keep it cool. Trying not to fall apart because something tells me that he wouldn’t mind, but I don’t want to be that girl; this isn’t how I want him to remember me because this is nothing more than what it is, and I can’t let myself fall into that old pattern of thinking—when I made him more than he was; when he was so high above me that I couldn’t see the double-edged sword he twisted, setting our fate until now.

“Marlowe?” he whispers, “We don’t have to do this…”

I nod my head, contemplating his words. I didn’t expect this part, yet here we are, “What do you want?” I ask because I don’t want to start second-guessing myself.

He lets out a light laugh, grinning, and he doesn’t even have to say it, but I want him to, “I think you know what I want…” He tells me as heat rises to my face, and I match his smile.

“Yeah…” I agree, but it isn’t enough; he wants more because he isn’t moving, just smiling at me, teasing me with that knowing gaze.

“Is that a yes, then?” He questions, mouth drawing close to the bud of my nipple, rock hard, basically calling for him to suck it between his perfect lips. 

“Mmmm…” I hum, too consumed by the look on his face and his hot breath near my skin. I nod my head; yes, but that’s still not enough. 

He blows a cooled breath across my skin, sending chills down my spine, and I blurt, “Yes—yes…okay—okay—” Then he starts to his feet, kissing my cheek gently.

“Good—that’s what I needed…” he tells me. 

“Is it silly to admit that I just want to listen to that song over and over until it’s burned into my memory?” he asks so casually, moving to the bed like I’m not just standing here with my tits hanging out. 

Harry starts adjusting the bed, pulling the comforter back, peeling the top sheet with it, and I’m impressed with his adequately made bed.

 “The first time I heard it. I played it like five times,” I tell him, glancing down at my chest, and I wrap my arms around my body, unsure how to function like this with him as I move in and out of delayed pockets of reality. 

“Would you be opposed to us playing it on repeat?” he questions, tossing the question over his shoulder.

I smile because I like this side of him, trying to sort through fact and fictional traits that I’ve imagined about him; this wasn’t one of them, “I’m down—” I answer, walking over to the CD Player. 

Harry must see me searching the buttons because in no time, he was behind me, pressing his bare chest against my back, a hand grazing down my side while reaching with the other, engulfing my body with his, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“The settings are tricky,” he says, pushing a few buttons. I mumble, “Mmm…” holding my breath, suddenly nervous to move. He caresses my tummy for a few seconds, then tugs at the button of my jeans, yanking them open, leaving me dumbfounded. 

The move is so smooth as he unzips my zipper, and I draw a silent breath through my nose, trying my hardest to stay relaxed under his touch. His lips press into my neck as the lyrics of the song flood the space, and I push my ass into the bulge of his jeans. 

Then Harry grasps hold of my hips, pulling me into him, driving home the idea of his rock-hard dick, and I feel him. 

The last time I felt this nervous, I was telling my sister that I had lost my virginity. I thought she would have been more mad about the act; it turns out she was more pissed that I gave it up to Trent so easily. At the time, I didn’t understand. My virginity didn’t mean anything, but as corny as it sounds, I wish this would have been this moment or that the moment could have been like this. 

Exactly this: Harry’s gentle hands on my hips guiding me to his bed; nothing rushed, nothing forced. No words of convincing, no pressure to play out “the duty of a girlfriend,” and when Harry sits me on the bed, I genuinely take him in. Eyes roaming over the plains of his muscular body, thinking soccer is the perfect sport because he’s so fucking fit. 

And when did he get all of these tattoos? I had heard about a few, but I didn’t realize how into them he was, and it’s so fucking hot. When I reach for the waist of his jeans, I catch sight of the line of words marked across his lower abdomen and laugh, eyes flicking to his.

“Really?” I ask because I feel like tattooing the words “Might As Well” should be a little douchey, but there’s honestly something sexy about it and honest, especially if we’ve already made it this far.

“Is it working?” He jokes, a cocky grin on his face, and I laugh as a rush of nerves fills my belly, my clit pulsing, making it real. 

My mind keeps getting hit with tiny doses of reality that settle in every time I allow a thought to slip through the haze. 

I feel higher than before, doubled down, between Harry and the music, it’s like I’m sinking into another realm where only Harry and I exist, and I’m looking up at him as his smile fades into curiosity, getting lost. I think he’s asking me a question, but then I go blank, overwhelmed by it all. 

“I still feel really high…” he states like he’s stealing the thought right from my brain, and I smile, trying to fight the seize of nerves. 

I want to keep control, but my body is going numb, “Yeah, me too,” I agree, and without thought, I start shimmying Harry’s jeans down as the bridge of the song cascades into my mind:

I have no idea how this happens 

All of my maps have been overthrown

Happenstance has changed my plans

So many times, my heart has been outgrown

The melody of the music takes over as Harry kicks his jeans off, then leans forward to lay me back onto the bed, and helps me wiggle out of my jeans, easing them off when they get caught on my ankle. 

In seconds, they’re on the ground, and just as easily as the rest of our clothes came off, his boxers follow. 

I watch him slide them down his legs, bending with the movement, and when he leans back up, his hard dick springs up, finally free, and I try not to react because he’s watching me. I crawl back onto the bed, my knees knocking together, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been this turned on or wanted someone inside me this badly in my life. 

In all the times I had imagined Harry, it had never felt like a palpable thing, something I could reach out and touch, and as I watched him climb onto the bed, his dick swinging; hard for me, I could not believe this was happening. 

I want to enjoy this. I want to savor every second because this would be the first and the last time. We could never do this again; everything about this was so wrong.

But when he grabbed my face and kissed me, it felt right, everything felt so fucking right. I could feel myself opening up for him, my legs spreading of their own accord, his body pressing to mine as he lays me back onto his pillows, and this is happening, really happening— then the song starts over at the top, and I know I can never listen to this song again without thinking of him. 

When Harry breaks the kiss, he leans back onto his heels, taking me in as I lay there on full display, and when he smiles, I know Harry is pleased with what he sees, “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he coos, and fuck he has me. He’s had me for so long; I’m his, and I want to be his. Then he reaches for my panties, starting to work them off, and I lift my hips, feeling the fabric roll as he lifts my legs, kissing my ankle when he tosses them over the side of the bed.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” He confesses, lowering my legs, and I draw them together, knees bent, and he plants a kiss on each knee as I adjust the pillows under my head, and I’m wondering why the hell he would say that to me?

Wanted what for so long? me? or this?

“Me too,” I answer, half embarrassed because obviously he knows this about me, or he wouldn’t be playing into it—and I don’t want to do this, overthink everything about this. I want to be here with him. I’m allowed to do this, right? It doesn’t have to be more than exactly what this is…sex.

Yet, my knees are locked together, and when he tries to ease them apart, he laughs, thinking that I’m teasing him, so I play it off, forcing my body to comply, and I let them lower, slowly spreading my legs until Harry sees what he wants. The look alone shifts something in my brain, the song playing its calming outro, lulls my body into a peaceful state, a trick of the mind. 

Because as soon as Harry climbs on top of me, everything in my body and mind is so overwhelmed, overwhelmed that this is real, that the second he slides a finger up the slit of my vagina.

I’m his. 

His grunt says enough, a husky exhale pushed against my lips, his finger gliding effortlessly. I’m so fucking wet for him, “Fuck—Marlowe…” he breathes, pressing a light kiss to my temple, and when he moves his mouth to my ear, he says:

“I don’t think I’m going to last long,” and his breathy laugh fills the shell of my ear, and I smile up at him when his face moves over mine. When we lock eyes, I see that hungry look, the one like before, and I clench my thighs together, trying to keep his hand there. 

I close my eyes, replaying that sensation over and over in my head until I’m lost with it, lost in the kisses he’s peppering along my jaw, down my neck, a light nibble on the tip of my ear, and I’m squeezing his hand so fucking hard, my thighs like an iron grip.

“If you want more, you’ll have to spread those legs for me,” He whispers into my ear.

“Fuck—” I breathe, “I’m so fucking turned on right now…” and I close my eyes again, finding it hard to keep them open.

He pushes a soft laugh into the crook of my neck, and I release his hand, letting him take over, giving my body over to him, letting him shift my legs however he sees fit. Then he’s moving his face away from mine, the pillow dipping above my head, and he rests his arm above me, hovering over my body.

This time it’s two fingers spreading my lips open, and he grazes over my clit, making my whole body react with just a single touch, and I squeeze my eyes shut more, focusing on the way he’s moving, slow and controlled, getting me ready, “Like honey,” he tells me, pulling away.

And I open my eyes then, feeling needy for more, just as Harry pushes his wet fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. I grab hold of his wrist before he can go back for more and lean up, shoving his fingers deep into my mouth until they hit the back of my throat, and I gag a little, letting my saliva pull down his fingers until they’re glistening, watching the need on his face grow. That’s when I push them back in, sucking them in, licking them clean, cleaning up the mess I’ve made of them.

There is nothing else I need because I have to have him now, inside me, filling me up like I know he will, and I’m no longer concerned about putting on a show, “I want you now—” I force out, falling back onto my elbows, spreading my legs for him and he pushes himself up onto his knees, taking me in.

 Me taking him in. 

A standstill as I watch the Butterfly tattoo at the center of his torso rise and fall, each breath chiseling the contour of his abs, another layer of sexy that I can’t wrap my brain around, that I know I’ll fucking dwell on, another lingering memory I know I’ll fucking chew to bits, forever desperate for one more look.

And I’m not thinking about anything else but my legs dropping, the look on his face, the way he’s licking his lips, tugging his hand up and down his hard cock, then he releases it as it drops, heavy, dangling between his legs, and he leans down, his hand coming down to the pillow next to my head, holding himself up with one arm, his muscles flexing, and I grab hold of his arm, preparing as my whole body seizes for impact.

Harry presses a kiss to my lips as he lines himself up, and I adjust my hips moving accordingly, gasping when he strokes the head of his penis down the slick lips of my pussy, and I’m holding my breath, staring up at him, concentration streaking his features as he gazes down between our bodies.

My head is racing, my grip tightening on his arm as the lead-up to the bridge of the song builds, Harry lining up with my entrance, and I’m closing my eyes, wondering how the fuck we got to this part. Then he’s pushing into me, stretching me like I knew he would, my legs involuntarily closing, and I can feel myself clenching around him, barely in, and I need air, and all I can say is, “Slow—Slow—Slow—” as my eyes fly open, the pain stealing my breath, but I want it.

He stops mid-movement, a tender smile on his lips. “We can go as slow as you’d like…I promise,” he reassures me.

Each breath I take is shallow, barely enough to fill my lungs; his eyes are on me as he continues to push inside me, a sharp twinge of pain pushing against my walls, “You have to breathe, Marlowe,” he gently instructs, but my nerves say otherwise. 

“Maybe—once you’re in…we can, like—pause?” I ask, inhaling a sharp breath— and it’s like ripping a bandaid off because he pushes all the way in as a pained moan of “Ahhh—ouch—” muffles into his neck, and I wrap my arms around him, a tight hold, and I’m freaking out because I’ve had plenty of sex, but this hurts so fucking bad, and I can’t relax, even though everything in me wants to.

“I’m sorry—I’m sorry,” he breathes into my ear, “I figured it would be worse if we waited any longer,” 

“Jesus—You’re so fucking tight right now—” He forces, his voice gravelly, his heavy breaths coming one after the other as he pushes the heat of his breath into my neck.

“Yeah…” I huff, trying to catch my own breath.

He lifts his head then, “Are you okay?” He asks, gradually pressing his body flush to mine, his dick pushing deeper, and I bite down on my lower lip, squeezing my eyes shut, then finally there’s no movement, just the dull ache, Harry stretching and filling me up, in a way that Trent has never come close to. 

“Sorry—” I apologize at a loss for words, and I swallow hard, searching his face for disappointment, but it’s nowhere to be found—just kindness and a sympathetic frown.

He kisses my cheek then, “There’s nothing to apologize for…” he assures me, planting a kiss closer to my mouth, “You’re perfect…” he says, pressing the words to my lips.

“Are you like this with every girl you sleep with?” I ask, curious, because each of his answers is too good, too “perfect,” and I would rather know the truth, but would it make a difference? 

He’s already inside me, getting what he wants, what we both want.

And before he answers, I catch his mouth with my lips, deepening the kiss, driving my mouth against his, until he forgets the questions, until his tongue teases my upper lip, testing the waters, and the song is starting over, setting the pace and I open my mouth slightly, letting him in. 

As we get lost in the kiss, the tension of pain ebbs into a fading reminder as pleasure slowly inches through my body, my muscles relaxing. Then I move my hips just the slightest bit, feeling brave, and he doesn’t move, letting me ease into it.

Another round of the outro plays out as my hips begin to move against him. 

Our breaths pick up as a rhythm forms, soft moans flowing in and out of one anothers mouths until I’m lifting my hips to meet his, his dick becoming slick between my legs, each stroke less careful, and when my body falls back to the bed, he drives a hand into my hip bone, pinning me to the bed, then pulls away from the kiss.

And when he locks eyes with me, he plunges into me deeper, a sharp dose of pain and pleasure, and I yell out, “Fuck—” Then he’s pulling out a little more this time, propping my hips up when he slides his forearm under me, finding the perfect angle and pushes into me again, thrusting in and out of me at a pace, I’ve never experienced before, and holy fuck it’s so good because I’m losing myself, my hips moving with his, keeping up with his thriving satisfaction.

As Harry’s arm inches across my lower back, he groans into my ear, sinking deeper each time, the friction deepening as the gap lessens between our bodies and this is how I’ve imagined sex, two bodies coming together, no thought, just pleasure, and I’m wrapping my legs around his waist, thinking he couldn’t get any deeper, and then he does, and he rasps out a breathy, “Holy fuck—This—”

“This—is so—fuck…” he says, trying to find words, but I don’t need them because when he forces his arm all the way across my low back, grabbing hold of my waist, I lift my hips, just as he’s lifting me, coming up to his knees, my legs gripping him like my life depends on it, like I can’t miss a single moment of pleasure, and I rip the pillow from under me, letting my head crash to the mattress hard, my spine a straight line, and this, holy shit this.

And he pulls me down his dick hard this time, stars blooming behind my eyes, and I have no clue where the fuck I am anymore, where my body starts and his ends, and each time he pumps into me, I moan out, calling his name, claiming it as if it were mine to claim, repeating, “So good—” over and over, a steady knot weaving deep in my belly and this is happening, I think—I’m going to come, he’s going to make me come.

When he mumbles out, “So…close—” I grip his waist hard, my hands flat against the bed, pushing myself up, working my hips up and down, riding with a driving force, keeping him deep inside me, and when he yells my name I’m right at the edge, seconds away.

“Fuck—Mar—” and he’s coming, bursting inside me, his dick pulsing with each slowed thrust, it tips me over the cliff, and I’m falling, falling, freeing the tension as my body shutters under his, every muscle going tight, gripping around the contour of his dick as hard as I can, more demanding than before, and he lets me ride out this wave of bliss until my body goes slack in his arms.

He laughs then, bringing me back to the present, startling me back from a place I’ve never been with anyone else, not like this. I’ve never been able to let go, get into the headspace, not overthink it, just be, and as he gently lowers me back down to the bed. Out of nowhere, I erupt into pure laughter, an uncontrollable sensation that seizes my entire body, shaking with every ridiculous giggle.

“Holy shit—” I breathe, covering my face as the laughter ripples through me.

“That good, huh?” he chuckles, trying to pull my hands away.

“Yeah…” I muffle through my hands as the laughter starts to subside. He presses his lips to my wrist, and I peek out, catching his eyes on me. 

He tugs at them again, and I slowly lower them, too afraid to look at him, “We’ve made a bit of a mess, yeah?” He says, as he gently pulls out of me, a quick rush of sensation that overstimulates me, and as soon as he’s out, I clamp my legs shut. 

Curiosity has me lifting myself onto my elbows to get a better look at the damage. The light catches the glint of Harry’s slick dick, and I fall back onto the pillows, covering my face again; a strange mix of embarrassment and guilt gripping hold of me, and I can’t believe I just had sex with Harry.

“What?” he asks, and I don’t even have to look at him to know he’s smiling; I can hear it in his voice. The bed dips as he moves around, my face burning under my sweaty palms.

And then I realize I’m naked, and I lift myself, drawing my knees to my chest, and hug them close to my body, “Nothing, it’s just—” I start.

“I don’t know…I guess I’ve never pictured that happening...”

“Never—? Not even once?” he asks, and his question feels pointed. Maybe he doesn’t mean it that way, but younger Marlowe, middle school Marlowe, is on the defense.

I shrug my shoulders, trying to run a hand through my messy hair, but the curls are peeking through, so I leave it. I watch Harry slip back into his boxers as silence mounds between us. “I just mean—” he lets out. 

“I’ve pictured it…” and my eyes dart to him, “Like, didn’t you have like sort of a crush on me before?” he smiles. 

If he’s teasing me about it, I’m not into it. We’re just now at a comfortable enough level with this topic—and by comfortable, I mean we just had sex without it ever coming up, and I don’t want to push it any further. 

Fuck—why is he doing this? Where is he going with this conversation? Is he really trying to rehash the past? 

I puff my cheeks, blowing out a hot breath, my face burning, and I shake my head, shrugging my shoulders again, “You already knew that, Harry…” I answer, my voice dropping, feeling disgusted with myself, sitting with the aftermath of what we just did as it pulls between my legs, and my eyes start to sting, shame burning me alive. I don’t want to cry, but there is so much that I’m feeling right now, confused to say the least, because that wouldn’t even touch the surface because what are we even doing?

His face falls then, like he’s reading room, understanding sweeping the smirk off his face, “Fuck—Marlowe. I’m an idiot. I didn’t mean it like that…” 

“Honestly—?” he asks, “I’ve liked you for a long time—” and I click my tongue, rolling my eyes because I can’t look at him as he tries to confess to something that can’t be true.

My eyes roam the blank wall, looking anywhere else but at him, “I’m serious Marlowe…and maybe this isn’t fair…” and I shake my head as the tears swell in my eyes.

“Please don’t—” I breathe.

“Marlowe, look at me…”

“Please?” he pleads.

“Why are you doing this right now,” I ask, tears flooding over.

“I didn’t mean to upset you… it’s just that—” Then Harry exhales a frustrated breath, “It’s just that I never thought I had a chance…and then you started dating Trent—”

“And before that?” I ask, reaching for the blanket because every time his eyes flit over my body, I’m grossed out, on the verge of throwing up, trapped in this situation I put myself in. 

“I told you—I was an idiot…” 

A cold silence stretches between us as I tug on the blanket, and then I realize he’s sitting on it, and I give up. “Marlow, listen…” he pushes, lifting off the blanket, and he tosses the edge toward me, and I snatch it up, wrapping it around my body. 

“I know I’ve fucked up in the past…but tell me, is there any way that we could walk away from this with something good…I don’t want to be “that guy” to you forever…the one that hurt your feelings…that rejected you when I should have just—I don’t know…”

He shrugs his shoulders, slumping with the thought, defeat stealing his posture, “Whatever that was—I don’t know…that was amazing,” he tells me, a shy smile turning up the corners of his mouth, “I don’t know… I’ve honestly never felt like that connected to someone before…that was—wow…” and he laughs out that last part, looking down at his hands in his lap, guilt passing over his face.

“It was good,” I say softly, grabbing his attention as a slow smile spreads across my face, and I swipe the tears from my eyes.

“Yeah?” he breathes, eyes searching my face.

“The best I’ve ever had…” and I laugh then, taking in his boyish grin, and I don’t know how he does it, and then he’s climbing on top of me, kissing my whole face, tears and all, then I’m pulling at his boxers, and he’s pushing inside me again, and each time it’s easier than the last.

I woke the next day with Harry’s body wrapped around mine, my hair sticking to my face, still wet from the shower we had taken just after we watched the sunrise over the lake. 

At some point, my phone died, and Harry didn’t have the same charger, so even though I didn’t want to cut our time short, I knew I had to get home. My parents didn’t normally care what I did anymore since I was eighteen, and there were only a few months of senior year, so as long as I kept my grades up, they didn’t care. 

Several times on the way to my house, Harry offered to buy me a charger, feed me lunch, dinner, anything to stay a little longer, but we both knew it would have to end. 

That the bubble we put ourselves in would burst, and the real world would flood us no matter what—and that it did because the second he leaned in to kiss me goodbye, I knew it would be the last time I kissed him, so I savored every second, my body already yearning for every ounce of pleasure it felt last night, and this morning, another round, another shower, and I didn’t even recognize that girl, who I was turning into with him. 

That my feelings could be reciprocated, that I could truly enjoy myself with no judgment or shame, and as I gripped at his shirt, I longed for the person I could have been, for him, and I had to force myself from the kiss, leaving him with an untethered goodbye.

Words would never be enough because even though every muscle in my body ached, a delicious reminder of what our bodies could do together, a swift “thank you” wasn’t enough, the dull ache between my legs throbbing as I uttered the words “see you around” made my stomach flip with the truth of it,

That it was just sex, and I had to be okay with that. 

Harry waited until I stepped inside, lingering, and when I glimpsed back, we locked eyes, and if he had waited any longer, I would have run back to his car. 

I could hear my mom clinking around in the kitchen. So I dodged her and ran straight for the stairs and into my room, falling to my knees in front of the dresser. I ripped open the bottom drawer and rifled through my clothes until I found the Plan B package I had stolen from my sister a long time ago. 

I stood fidgeting with the box, my hands shaking as stupidity dawned on me—actually, I thought about it last night when I was sitting on his toilet, waiting as his semen dripped from my body, pondering on what the fuck I was doing, because I stopped taking the pill a month ago, telling Trent I needed to take a step back because the birth control was making me gain weight. 

While that can be a true fact, it was a lie, and I only said it because I knew it was the only thing he would believe.

I didn’t want to have sex with him anymore. I figured I would ride out these last five months of school, knowing he was bound to break up with me, and that would be okay because I would be going to school far away from here next year, and I hadn’t told anyone where—a big fuck you to everyone who’s made my life hell. 

“Marlowe—” My mom’s voice echoes, but it sounds like she’s calling from downstairs, and I rip the box open, moving to my desk to cut open the package. The tips of my fingers are so shaky I can barely separate the foil from the pill, and just as it opens and the pill falls into my hand, I pop it into my mouth; shoving the packaging in the pocket of the hoodie, Harry let me borrow or keep—I don’t know—but then my mom burst through the door with mail in her hand, eyes shifted down as panic overtakes me. 

“Hey you…” she says as the pill gets caught in my throat, and I swallow down harder this time, forcing the dry speck down my fucking esophagus. 

“Hey—” I greet her, coughing slightly, clearing my throat as her eyes roam around my room.

“Didn’t hear you come in…” she says, eyeing me suspiciously, then they fall to the logo on the hoodie. 

“Sorry, my phone died. I was at Skylars.” I explain, clasping my hands in front of me. I have nothing to be nervous about; it’s just something that I don’t want to explain.

“Trent came by—” she starts, and I nod, my heart dropping in my chest because it’s too soon to hear his name, “He said your phone was dead. I was guessing you were at Skys…?” she confirms with a questioning look, pulling between her brow. 

“Yeah…at Skys,” I agree, shoving my hands into the hoodie pocket. 

“Are you hungry? I was thinking of getting some food—or maybe we could go out…just the two of us? Dad had to go back into the office. He just started a huge case.”

I shrug my shoulders, wanting to play it casual—This is all normal, and I didn’t just almost choke on a Plan B pill because I let some dude come inside me several times.

 “That sounds good, Mom. I’m going to change first.” I tell her, suddenly wondering if Harry has fucked a lot of girls without condoms because that was not normal for me, but was it normal for him? Should I be worried? Should I get tested?

“Yeah—you look like you’ve barely slept…” she answers. 

I laugh, “Yeah, we pulled an all-nighter….” 

“But I do like your hair curly; it looks beautiful…you look beautiful, honey,” she tells me. 

I smile then, a rush of emotions flooding me, and I walk to my closet, opening the doors. “Styles?” she says immediately, reading the back of Harry’s soccer hoodie, making my heart skip a beat. 

“Isn’t that the last name of the boy you used to like? God—what’s his name…gosh its been so long—”

“Harry—”

“Oh, yes, Harry—He had a memorable last name, didn’t he? Was he at Sky’s?”

And I gulp down my racing heart, pretending to sift through my stuff, ‘Yeah…I forgot my jacket. So Harry let me borrow his hoodie.”

“Okay, well, that was nice of him—I’ll leave you to it, Dear. Come down when you’re ready; I’ll probably watch my cooking show while I wait.” Then my mom shuts the door, and I hurry over to the trash can under my desk, burying the contents of the packaging in my pocket, and sprawl across my bed as last night’s memories come crashing in—thinking I’ll never be the same because I think I’ll always want Harry, no matter how many times I’ve tried to rid him from my system. 

And now he’s back in my life, and I think I’m already in deep, maybe deeper this time, and that is scary, fucking pivotal because I’m not sure I’ll be able to control it this time; because in my heart of hearts, I haven’t changed, I’ve just gotten better at hiding it. 

A/N: So that happened...how will either one of them recover from that???

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[beastlychildren]

A distant dream, calling at the precipice of sleep. Fuzzy memories of a companion just out of reach.

"Dre— tell m— a l—t —b—t y— C—k—s... The w— I s— —t, —he B——ts —ay h—ve amp——d what on— was re——sed w—hin you.

"End—— dem—s and exp——tions, no wond— t— —sire for a w—d of w—e is te——ng! No more —rde—s, no— to live u— t—, no r—— to str—le, —thing to l—e...

"An ine——ble —cket of t—e, a ca——ly —tained cy—— of —ling fac—... You l— the —rld, you d—, but to ch—— just a lit— is to end —. Y— —ear its do——ll by your —nd, and you re—nt that f——...

"And the ———ia. Oh the para——. Your t—th is —lored by a —ist—y of —ing an out——. I —— blame —u. The cert—— of h——ed can be —ore c——able —an the un—ta—y of l—e...

"...I —h I could h— —u. I wi— I were r— ——gh to. I —no— h— you —el, far —o —ll. N—— of you de—— th—. At —ch a y—— —e, too...

"And y— I can't —et you r———er me..."

Golden slumbers, wiped away at the break of dawn. For the mind has no reason to retain what lies outside existence. A meaningless hallucination, lost to the sands of time.

(OOC: This is @dreamlightgallery on main. :})

"What... was that..?"

"I don't know... *scoffs* all I could make out was gibberish..."

"I feel like that it was important.."

[stelladess]

Spoiler ahead for the CN livestream, so chapter 14 stuff and brief IS5 mention (also anime season 3 confirmed now). Do not keep reading to avoid spoilers. Just some of my early thoughts. Stream of conciousness, not having thought things through much kind of thing. Kind of just rambling. But tl;dr is that I am excited and it looks good to me.

So, they keep using Civilight Etherna to describe "Theresa" and even outright ask "is she really Theresa?" in the live stream, so no its not a full on resurrection... so from a certain point of view, I was right. Her kit seems super good, she a bard also the freebie operator. Since I do not have Skalter this is good news for me. Big buffs, can do true damage... is neat. Logos is... outright busted. His S1 is insanely good AFK skill which can just auto kill weaker enemies who enters his range, not even an attack and his S2 seems fine, his S3 is also insane. Depending on the numbers he might outperform Eyja but we´ll see, that is always the test is it not? Amiya gets to be an incantation medic, with an outright busted talent (passive health regen on skill, off and on skill gives max HP boosts, this applies to all operators for both it seems?) and a pretty good looking S1 (attacks two enemies, bonus damage) and an amazing S2 with a big burst of damage at first, then slow and true damage with targeting two enemies and.... once per mission... again. Its... fine, I´m not salty.... Anyway, the big star, is limited (I had hoped she would be freebie since her original was limited but oh well) Walter.... or, W has now picked a name for herself, we will have to learn the context in chapter 14, Wis´adel (she has a different S but my keyboard lacks it, it is pronouched as a "sh" sound though). Wis´adel is a flinger sniper who makes all other flingers irelevant and is absolutely busted. Because I am a big W fan (depending on the day it is either her or Kal´tsit who is my second favorite operator) and flingers were in a really bad spot I am kind of ok with this but I still prefer they do not just blatantly directly power creep operators or go too far on insane damage numbers. Her damage seems... a bit too high in my opinion, but because I love her as a character and am excited for her story going forward and her kit seems fun, just really overtuned, I will be pulling. And I guess Degenbrecher and Mlynar already brought us up to this insane damage level so I should not be surprised. Power creep is something I have kept up in many many games I play and there are times where a later power crept state was my favorite period of the game so I will not go and get too hung up on the power creep. Also, I was right to take notice of the floating black crown parts I think cause it is even more prominent now. Bunch of story related stuff here but I wanna wait with talking about that until I have sorted my thoughts and maybe even read chapter 14. On that note, story for chapter 14 has me INCREDIBLY hyped. 13 was my favorite chapter, dethroning chapter 8. And I really wanna know what they are cooking next! Also IS5 has a Kal´tsit boss... she wields a sword!!!! (There are some interesting stuff about Kal and weapons that comes up occasionally, this is in the past it seems so maybe we find out what the deal is?)

I do think its a kind of bad decision to make IS5 sarkaz themed though, I like the sarkaz stuff but I feel IS is best used for parts of the world not explored in as much depth elsewhere. (I think it works with IS3 doing something explored a lot elsewhere but I kinda do not want them to keep doing that). But back to positive stuff the character designs are great. Wis´adel design has really grown on me, I think its a huge downgrade from what she wore before but it feels like it fits her so I am fine with that. Amiya has improved her fashion sense, at first I was sad at no more big coat/cape but that turned out to just be cause the blurry art... she went for a long coat instead of big coat that was actually a normal coat but just too big for her. So it still is something actually made to fit her but still retains the big coat look to some extent. Civilight Etherna boobs seem bigger then Theresa´s(?) Is it to contain the myriad souls? Deep lore implications about this at least! Logos uniform is good but like, so are all Rhodes uniforms. I do not feel it is exceptionally good for a Rhodes uniform but it suits him. Oh and also we see Wis´adel studying in one of the PVs, Hoederer must be so proud she is finally taking her education seriously~! Lastly on addressing the name situation... I will keep using W until chapter 14 is out on global to avoid spoiling people, after that I will probably switch to using her new name. Names are a very important thing especially when you pick them yourself.

[ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok]

How about 1, 15, 23 for the air your grievances ask game?

Hi! :-)

What's your biggest __[insert fandom]__ pet peeve(s)?

Oof, okay... I think my biggest pet peeve with the M/C/U fandom is how greedy certain pockets of it can be. When 80-95% of either the canon or fandom is catered to you, I don't get complaining so hard about the slim percentage that doesn't. It's infuriating. But I've talked about that a bunch in the past.

Something I don't think ever talked about is how this fandom drives me up the damn wall as a music nerd. The biggest example is folks describing the Guardians soundtracks/"Qu*ll's taste in music" as "80s music." No. No, they're not. They're mainly the 70s. I know, I counted, after the fandom nearly gaslit me into doubting my own knowledge. In fact, out of the trilogy, IW, the Gro/ot shorts, and the Holiday special, only Vol 3 and the Holiday special contain any 80s songs. (And for record, this isn't me shitting on the 80s or anything. I'm an 80s baby and love tons of music from that era. This is just me being an insufferable know-it-all, lol.)

Another one is constantly framing Sam's recommendation of Tro/uble Man as some kind of come on. Like, first of all, that album is mainly a score and the few lyrics that do exist on it are not sexy. Second of all, oh my God, there's more to Marvin than just sex jams, holy shit. It's very obvious that some are only familiar with stuff like "Let's get it on" and "Sexual Healing" and that's it and... I can't help it, that makes me so sad.

15. Name an aspect of __[insert character]__ that you think gets frequently overlooked in fanfiction characterizations/deserves more attention/exploration

I think fandom's really dropped the ball with post-EG Steve. We could've had sprawling epics with Steve creating timeline after timeline where he had full lives with every Av*nger and Guardian and whoever else and having D*ctor Who style adventures across space and time. But, noooope. Nada.

I'll also never understand how I've only ever seen one fic where Professor H*lk and Steve raise Baby!Scott. That's comedy gold, right there. And how the hell did Sh*-H*lk not spawn a ton of St*ve/Jen? Not to mention all the cool concepts WI? has given the fandom on a silver platter only for them to be completely ignored.

23. Share an unpopular opinion you have RE: __[insert fandom]__

At the risk of being skinned alive, I know that even people who don't ship St*cky romantically will say that they still love them as friends instead. And I... don't. I can't get into that dynamic, even platonically. Most of their relationship is told rather than shown and what little we are shown doesn't endear it to me at all. Fandom can scream "till the end of the line" until it's blue in the face, but that doesn't make up for its problems in the slightest. (And frankly, I think that was the main purpose of the line to begin with, but that's a whole other rant.) I mean, B*cky spends most of T/F/A coming off (to me) like a condescending prick towards Steve and then spends the rest of Steve's time in the films deliberately staying as far away as humanly possible. It feels very one-sided to me, overall. And why should I revere that period, but especially so when dynamics like the ones Steve has with S*m, N*t, and P*ggy exist? Dynamics where the love and respect is quite clearly mutual and they actively want to be in his life? There's just no contest as far as I'm concerned.

Now, in fairness, theirs isn't the only dynamic in the films that's way more tell than show nor is it the worst offender in terms of the discrepancy between what's told and what's shown, but again, those are other rants.

Sorry about this getting kinda long. I'd been holding that first rant in for a loooong time, lol, so thank you for sending this in and giving me the chance to finally get that off my chest. XD

Air Your Grievances Ask Game

[pttucker]

⸢You all have done something terribly stupid. The conclusion the reader wanted was the only conclusion. Why did you try to change it?⸥ The expression of [The Fourth Wall] staring at her gave her the creeps. A negative emotion that was neither hatred or resentment, not even sadness, was now directed in her and Yoo Joonghyuk's direction. ⸢You shouldn't have been greedy. No, y o u sh oul d've be en con te nt wi th 49% Kim Dok ja⸥ Along with the voice gradually breaking apart, the surrounding time and space began to distort. ⸢D id y o u re ally thi nk y o ur gro up w as spe cial? D id yo u hon es tly bel ieve th at a pro per con clusion wo uld wa it for y o u lot wh en y o u de str oyed the laws of th is uni ver se?⸥ Even before she could reply, the surroundings grew brighter. ⸢Y o u lot ha ve me ss ed up y o ur con clu sion, and y o u wi ll no w be com e mi se ra ble⸥

Oh man, I have a baaaaad feeling about this. The system even said that they changed his ■■ ?!

Though, I do find it a bit weird that they're being called greedy for not sticking with 49% Dokja because he was literally dying??? Like, again, it'd be one thing if he was up and walking around and they did all this and screwed things up out of "greed" but it's another thing entirely when it's like "you should have been satisfied with watching what was left of your friend die."

Unless it's because Sooyoung made him realize the truth??? Like, would he have been fine if she hadn't called him an avatar??? Because even if it was first caused by Sooyoung attacking him physically, you can't expect Dokja to live the entire of the rest of his life never getting hurt.

Beyond that though, oh man, both Joonghyuk and Sooyoung being willing to take over for him as Oldest Dream (really, can you two criticize Dokja when you're trying to do the exact same thing) and neither one of them actually loving the story enough to become Oldest Dream.

[trueoffmypusher]

i don’+ think my moir^ilspri+ would forgive me ^nd i don’+ +hink i w^n+ him +o. i+’s my f^ul+ she’s de^d. if i h^dn’+ been p^r+ of +he church. if i h^dn’+ missed my sermons. if i h^d pushed him ^w^y before she could f^ll in pi+y wi+h me. ^nd i wi+h him. m^ybe she would s+ill be ^live. eludus. my de^r p^leflush fl^me. i’m so sorry. i hope i’ll see you ^gi^n ^f+er +he end.

[dirtyvulture]

😎 So to add on some of my thoughts on the last post , especially the ones regarding R and just going for it with the women of the time while Esther didn’t. And I will add on a bit more on the whole Esther Hudson and Natasha Romanoff looking STRIKINGLY SIMILAR. I will have a whole separate post for the thoughts I put a pin in for the Sergeant Beef AU.

I think that when R was younger and before Her mutation hit she believed in god and was a christen like the rest of her family and most people who lived in that time period. She prayed and believed in Angels and Devils…. In a way R still does . When R’s mutation hit it really struck her ( or she really did believe) that this was a punishment from god , because R had acted in wrath and killed a man . Not only that but R herself ( she had really sat with this information after killing Thomas Logan that she learned that he was her biological father. That would give anyone ✨Daddy Issues ✨ so not only does R have Mommy issues but both Mommy and Daddy Issues) was the byproduct of an affair that broke the vows of marriage between a man and wife so that in and of itself self is grounds for punishment . R wasn’t even going to touch on the weird feelings she gets with when one of the pretty girls in the high society that R sees when their fathers brought them for when papa was discussing business with his business partners or at parties laughing and smiling at her ( real and genuine laughter and smiling) . A feeling that young R couldn’t name . R had stumbled into an old church still in her bloodied nightgown and still very much covered in the dried blood of the man she killed kneeling in front of the sanctuary with  Clasped bloody hands praying and begging for mercy and forgiveness. 

To R it made sense of how the once sweet, gentle and even tempered albeit sickly/ frail girl she was is now gone and a now was left with only an animalistic rage , senses that was now overwhelming her , these ……. THINGS coming out of her hands . She was fallen no longer her papa’s angel ( something John called her along with bird or little song bird) or the angel both her parents wanted her to be….. maybe she never was . She is like the devil who was once gods favorite angel before falling , she is now a demon or a beast. ( Baby girl had no idea that it was a mutation or that mutants existed 🥺😭)

So R decided when she got older that since she was all ready fallen might as well have fun with it and enjoy all the wicked and sinful debauchery that a being a fallen angel would have. If R was fallen then she will be THE FALLEN. That is why it was kinda funny to R when she learned that some people called her a guardian angel amongst all the other things that she was called when people tried to figure out what R was in the world wars . She always said that she was no angel but if she was anything she would be a “guardian devil” . R full heartily believed that Esther Hudson was an angel made flesh when she first saw her and when she got to know Esther she was convinced that R had meet an angel in person. When Esther died ….. it was the same situation as old Peggy and Cap ( minus the Alzheimer’s, Esther was sharp as a tack until the day she died….. because that scene really hurt and we are just not doing that ok ) , R would visit but like cap R found out over text . R backed out and then the next thing she knew she was kneeling in front of a catholic sanctuary and still covered in blood but this time didn’t have her hands clasped or was praying. She just stared blankly ahead with her arms / hands to her side and this is when she understood. This was her true punishment…. To have all of her angels taken away ( because she does love and view the Hudson clan and Esther as her angels. And everyone else Wolvie loves/ loved) and her being stuck in this purgatory of existence. * que the audio of “ What if I can’t get in ? How will I see you again?” * but R already knew ( or believes ) even if or when her existence comes to an end she isn’t getting in the pearly gates….. she isn’t going to see them again. Losing Esther Hudson was worse then all of the pain of R’s previous “ deaths” or physical injuries and R knows that losing her other angels will hurt just as much .

On a much lighter image. I love the idea that R was just laying there pretending to be asleep (because Nat refused to sleep until R did and R just wanted Nat to Sleep because Nat needed it ) while Nat was squeezing R’s arms or legs and in R’s head she is just like “ what the fuck ?!??! Are you having fun there ?”😂😂😂

Now on to answering some questions.

No I wasn’t implying that the kid with the knife was our Natasha Romanoff. Remember I said that R met the kid in one of her wars ( probably WW1 or 2 ) and that the kid was protecting her younger siblings . That kid and Nat just happened to share a first name and both happened to be European .

R didn’t see or recover the love letters in Esther’s life time and never knew that she loved R too ( Romantically , she knew Esther loved her but R always thought it was just platonic) . The letters could hav been recovered later on by some Hudson family members but they had no way of sending them to R because she fell off the face of the earth to them and R doesn’t remember them anymore ( or even Esther because the weapon x disaster robbed her of her memory of Esther. But not completely …… if anyone knows Percy Jackson it is a Percy remembering Annabeth after Hera takes his  memory situation . In after R woke up with no memories all she remembers is a name and vaguely a face but clearly Red hair and green eyes .)

This is a short post but it is late for me and I am not feeling the best ( I am prone to headaches and migraines and I have a headache) so I will do a part two of this post tomorrow morning when I wake up . It will cover SergeantBeef expanding /  additional thoughts and the thoughts on how the Hudson family members reacted to finding the box of Esther’s true feelings about the family wolverine. I promise that these thoughts are happy… happier than the ones up above. I also will add the whole Esther and Natasha looking similar next time as I just realized I didn’t get to that point as I started to feel really bad and tried so next time I promise.

Good night everyone I am going to sleep 💤

Have a good night, anon!

Do you think Esther Hudson and Nat have some kind of lineage that could be traced back? I know Nat was born in Russia, but maybe Esther's heritage had some origins in Russia as well before her family moved to America.

Young R must have felt so alone when her mutation first activated, especially like you said where it was not a commonly known (or accepted) thing. She probably thought was the only one of her kind for decades.

Esther was probably one of the first people who genuinely saw good and kindness in R too, even under all the layers of trauma. So even when R shied away from Esther at first and tried to convince her that she was dangerous and unworthy of love, Esther told her to shut up and hugged her until R was begging her to let go ❤️ (although R would eventually come around and be very happy with Esther's touch).

Not R getting news that Esther died over text 😭 It wasn't until I got older that I realized how dirty they did Cap with that.

Nat just casually feeling R up, thinking that R is asleep when in fact R is lying there fully aware and just 👁👄👁

Okay, that makes more sense thanks for the clarification!

I'm sure the surviving Hudson members are still searching for R. 🥺 Perhaps they get a big hint when they hear about some men who tried to break into a cabin in Canada, only for them to be "viciously mauled to death" by a creature with very sharp claws. 😉 So at least they know Wolvie is around and kicking (and slashing).

No rush to hear from you! I eagerly await any Sergeant Beef ideas and more on Wolvie!R. And yes, we definitely need more happy thoughts for both series. :)

[thelonelybrilliance]

“No—not worse,” said Adam, bitterly; “I don’t believe it’s worse—I’d sooner do it—I’d sooner do a wickedness as I could suffer for by myself than ha’ brought her to do wickedness and then stand by and see ’em punish her while they let me alone; and all for a bit o’ pleasure, as, if he’d had a man’s heart in him, he’d ha’ cut his hand off sooner than he’d ha’ taken it. What if he didn’t foresee what’s happened? He foresaw enough; he’d no right to expect anything but harm and shame to her. And then he wanted to smooth it off wi’ lies. No—there’s plenty o’ things folks are hanged for not half so hateful as that. Let a man do what he will, if he knows he’s to bear the punishment himself, he isn’t half so bad as a mean selfish coward as makes things easy t’ himself and knows all the while the punishment ’ll fall on somebody else.”

“There again you partly deceive yourself, Adam. There is no sort of wrong deed of which a man can bear the punishment alone; you can’t isolate yourself and say that the evil which is in you shall not spread. Men’s lives are as thoroughly blended with each other as the air they breathe: evil spreads as necessarily as disease. I know, I feel the terrible extent of suffering this sin of Arthur’s has caused to others; but so does every sin cause suffering to others besides those who commit it. An act of vengeance on your part against Arthur would simply be another evil added to those we are suffering under: you could not bear the punishment alone; you would entail the worst sorrows on every one who loves you. You would have committed an act of blind fury that would leave all the present evils just as they were and add worse evils to them. You may tell me that you meditate no fatal act of vengeance, but the feeling in your mind is what gives birth to such actions, and as long as you indulge it, as long as you do not see that to fix your mind on Arthur’s punishment is revenge, and not justice, you are in danger of being led on to the commission of some great wrong. Remember what you told me about your feelings after you had given that blow to Arthur in the Grove.”

- George Eliot, Adam Bede

[acid--inside]

pleas….. Please I need to hear yuo talk about the oil man I am. So so so normal about that guy, grins

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUGH!!!!

General HCs (im gonna both the Oil men) Why doesn't the big derr/ick man eat the little derr/ick man

Wi/ll

he's the shorter one, and he's slightly more of a bulky/chubby build

OIL INFLATION :) (yum i am so full from 8 gallons of oil)

i think. he would talk big shit about being a pred (he does soft/safe only) but he is more of a prey dude. he's bite sized /aff

PRAISE KINK methinks. honestly not even a kink he just likes to feel appreciated.

too much oil.... he gets burpy. "oouUURRraaph! oof.... s'cuse." note he never like, tries to hide it. he always says he's embarrassed but never tries to avoid the situation.

the kinda guy to put on weight and just. be in denial. even when his clothes are obviously too small

DES!!!! DES I LOVE HIM

taller and also larger. he's very much a large in charge dude to me

I actually HC him (and ja/son) as having hyperphagia/polyphagia (he's got Prader-Willi, and ja/son has just hyperphagia) he's living w/ managing symptoms.

di/re/ct/or poly.... <3

HE IS THE REAL PRED (again soft/safe only. and even then he's like. shy pred to me. he gets all embarrassed.)

also likes physical affection!

he actually respects wi/ll and his contributions

i thiunk. he's german. and his name is des/mont. the d at the end is a writing error he made he never owned up to.

i think realistically he gets less burpy whenever he drinks oil, that's like the one thing he gives wi/ll the side-eye about like "bro we are in a meeting"

[advancedthetapractitioner]

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~ SELF-RELIANCE ~ I believe, think, know and feel that a greater power within me will propel all action and co-create changes in my life here and now. I am ready, willing and able to take what I have learned over lifetimes and apply it to this one so that I continue to become more empowered. I know when, where how and why to inspire and encourage my own self confidence with more positive self talk so that I can rise to my potential. I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is! Know that if you’ll make a little daily progress, the rest of your life will be the best of your life.  

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Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show.

https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Q&A WITH JIMMY

Q) "I wanted to know how long do I need to listen to your audios to possibly see change, or for things to be cleared and do I need headphones? Do I need to listen at night and things like that?" - Sasha   A) "YES!  Any of the money beliefs could only help/contribute to you.  Headphones absolutely.  A few times should do the trick of listening.  After that you can play them on low in the room either lap top/tablet/phone so that it is barely audible and that creates waves of energy that can only help financially!  Listening at night or during any quiet period is best.  How long will it take?  We’'ll see!  We never know what we’ll get and that’s part of the fascination!"  Many blessings JMack

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack Own this e-book so that you can read inspiration every day!

SEPTEMBER 13TH "Today I will pause to come to terms with what else is possible. I will not look for anything because I will allow goodness to show up when I least expect it. I will realize that all things are possible and positive vibrations will rule the day."  

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

*Upon sending an email request after your purchase, you can receive a one-time sample/example of the software analysis. Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!  

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day!  SUBSCRIPTION AUTO-RENEWAL ($95/mo - save $5) Purchase a recurring subscription  Update your prayers monthly. You can cancel or pause anytime.

Use PayPal for subscription Click here  Use Stripe for subscription Click here.  Could you use a private session? Are you feeling extra-crispy?  If so, you can now  Book Appointments... View Availability First, Then Pay 15 mins  | 30 mins  | 60 mins  

30-Days of Prayer - $99

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

?Visit our ?NEW O?nline ?TRAININ?G? CENTER

We have finally completed the migration of the Mastery & Practitioner Certification Courses and are now opening up the BRAND NEW ONLINE TRAINING CENTER!  All are welcome to create a FREE account to access the NEW and IMPROVED MLF Basic Training Course and also know that the Anchors Away, Masterclass and both Mastery & Practitioner courses have been UPGRADED with new information & lessons!

   Visit now, Click Here!

The Fish Market

Below is list of over 35 titles in the MyBeliefWorks Clearings audio series, monthly Zoom clearing call replays and Guided Energy Processess. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better and we are ALWAYS working on the next one. Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.

Freedom from Abuse Overcoming Addiction Receiving Abundance Body Scan: Head to Toe Healing Bountiful Harvest Igniting Creative Spark Discovering Your Destiny Daily GPS Reset Releasing Dark Energies/Fears Crossroads -Decision Making Diet & Exercise Support Education & Learning Support Empowering the Empath Enthusiasm for Life Financial Windfall Gold Coin: Money in All Forms Healing Family Relationships Healing Body Disorders Joy of Money

IRS Stress & Taxes Relieving Holiday Stress Increasing Intuition Lucky 777  Finding Love & Romance Mental Stress Positive Money Mindset Moving Forward from Past Chronic Pain Relief Pet Healing Support Improving Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Pro$perity Unlocked Traveling with Ease Treasure Chest Work & Career Success Weight Loss Support Restoring Youth & Vitality

We now offer digital Gift Certificates for gift-giving. Gift a free session, daily prayers or clearing audios/videos to someone special.  You simply select the denomination that matches the gift you'd like to give from the options on this page amounts from $19 - $225.

Buy Gift Certificates here

THZ Quantum Frequency Wand "Future medicine will be the medicine of frequencies." - Albert Einstein USE CODE: TSG10 (10% off) >> Best price, SHOP HERE  

Healing and Grounding Mats for all occasions  Yes even Lily my cat uses the pet one!   View Grounding Mats here Use code: MyLiquidFishfs for Free Shipping View Full Zoom Replay Collection  The 5 Anchors Process The Purple Rain Process The Magical Golden Key

**We are NOT involved in the sales or shipping process of the 3rd party items, please contact them directly. 

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TGIWednesday: Can you help me?

TGIWednesday News

You can see and experience a ton of funny life stories and life lessons if you’ll just be open, observant and receptive. I was in our local grocery store the other day in the milk isle area as a man in a three-wheeler came to a screeching halt and almost hit me.  He looked at me with determination and said, “Can you help me?” “Sure!” I said.  He pointed up to the very top row of milk and waaaay in the back was one little quart of regular milk that he wanted me to get for him.  I’m thinking, oh wow that’s way high, way in the back and maybe we should call a store clerk to help.  He could see the hesitation in my face.  Without saying a word the frail man in the handicapped scooter rose up out of his chair and put a shaky foot on the ledge of the display case and hoisted himself up by grabbing higher shelves, reached as far back as he could without even looking and grabbed the milk and nearly fell backwards.  I’m thinking if I try to grab him we’re both going down on the hard waxed floor and someone will need to call the paramedics.  He slowly regained his footing on the edge of the display case, jumped down, hopped in his scotter and without saying a word tore off like a little race car.  Always remember, he who hesitates could be lost and if you want something done right, you’ll probably need to do it yourself.  Self-reliance is a deep innate power we all have and if it is to be, it is up to me to get moving!   

 Stay tuned this month as we release an outstanding and timely audio MP3 "Standing in Abundance with High Cotton ” ?? all about co-creating more Fall/Equinox abundance in your life NOW.  Look for a VIP presale launch on the Fall Equinox and this month’s Zoom The Fall Harvest will be dedicated to co-creating more money and abundance for you! 

When’s the last time we fished together?  If you had to think about it, it’s been too long!  Reach out today and get on my schedule.  Folks always say, “you’re so busy” and I always say “yes, but I’ll always make time for you!” Appointments View Calendar First, Then Pay and Schedule  15 mins  | 30 mins  | 60 mins

TGIWednesday Video Download

~ SELF-RELIANCE ~ I believe, think, know and feel that a greater power within me will propel all action and co-create changes in my life here and now. I am ready, willing and able to take what I have learned over lifetimes and apply it to this one so that I continue to become more empowered. I know when, where how and why to inspire and encourage my own self confidence with more positive self talk so that I can rise to my potential. I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is! Know that if you’ll make a little daily progress, the rest of your life will be the best of your life.  

FREE Live Appearances

Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show.

https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Q&A WITH JIMMY

Q) "I wanted to know how long do I need to listen to your audios to possibly see change, or for things to be cleared and do I need headphones? Do I need to listen at night and things like that?" - Sasha   A) "YES!  Any of the money beliefs could only help/contribute to you.  Headphones absolutely.  A few times should do the trick of listening.  After that you can play them on low in the room either lap top/tablet/phone so that it is barely audible and that creates waves of energy that can only help financially!  Listening at night or during any quiet period is best.  How long will it take?  We’'ll see!  We never know what we’ll get and that’s part of the fascination!"  Many blessings JMack

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack Own this e-book so that you can read inspiration every day!

SEPTEMBER 13TH "Today I will pause to come to terms with what else is possible. I will not look for anything because I will allow goodness to show up when I least expect it. I will realize that all things are possible and positive vibrations will rule the day."  

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

*Upon sending an email request after your purchase, you can receive a one-time sample/example of the software analysis. Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!  

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day!  SUBSCRIPTION AUTO-RENEWAL ($95/mo - save $5) Purchase a recurring subscription  Update your prayers monthly. You can cancel or pause anytime.

Use PayPal for subscription Click here  Use Stripe for subscription Click here.  Could you use a private session? Are you feeling extra-crispy?  If so, you can now  Book Appointments... View Availability First, Then Pay 15 mins  | 30 mins  | 60 mins  

30-Days of Prayer - $99

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

?Visit our ?NEW O?nline ?TRAININ?G? CENTER

We have finally completed the migration of the Mastery & Practitioner Certification Courses and are now opening up the BRAND NEW ONLINE TRAINING CENTER!  All are welcome to create a FREE account to access the NEW and IMPROVED MLF Basic Training Course and also know that the Anchors Away, Masterclass and both Mastery & Practitioner courses have been UPGRADED with new information & lessons!

   Visit now, Click Here!

The Fish Market

Below is list of over 35 titles in the MyBeliefWorks Clearings audio series, monthly Zoom clearing call replays and Guided Energy Processess. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better and we are ALWAYS working on the next one. Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.

Freedom from Abuse Overcoming Addiction Receiving Abundance Body Scan: Head to Toe Healing Bountiful Harvest Igniting Creative Spark Discovering Your Destiny Daily GPS Reset Releasing Dark Energies/Fears Crossroads -Decision Making Diet & Exercise Support Education & Learning Support Empowering the Empath Enthusiasm for Life Financial Windfall Gold Coin: Money in All Forms Healing Family Relationships Healing Body Disorders Joy of Money

IRS Stress & Taxes Relieving Holiday Stress Increasing Intuition Lucky 777  Finding Love & Romance Mental Stress Positive Money Mindset Moving Forward from Past Chronic Pain Relief Pet Healing Support Improving Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Pro$perity Unlocked Traveling with Ease Treasure Chest Work & Career Success Weight Loss Support Restoring Youth & Vitality

We now offer digital Gift Certificates for gift-giving. Gift a free session, daily prayers or clearing audios/videos to someone special.  You simply select the denomination that matches the gift you'd like to give from the options on this page amounts from $19 - $225.

Buy Gift Certificates here

THZ Quantum Frequency Wand "Future medicine will be the medicine of frequencies." - Albert Einstein USE CODE: TSG10 (10% off) >> Best price, SHOP HERE  

Healing and Grounding Mats for all occasions  Yes even Lily my cat uses the pet one!   View Grounding Mats here Use code: MyLiquidFishfs for Free Shipping View Full Zoom Replay Collection  The 5 Anchors Process The Purple Rain Process The Magical Golden Key

**We are NOT involved in the sales or shipping process of the 3rd party items, please contact them directly. 

TGIFunny

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[365dailyaffirmations]

TGIWednesday: Can you help me?

TGIWednesday News

You can see and experience a ton of funny life stories and life lessons if you’ll just be open, observant and receptive. I was in our local grocery store the other day in the milk isle area as a man in a three-wheeler came to a screeching halt and almost hit me.  He looked at me with determination and said, “Can you help me?” “Sure!” I said.  He pointed up to the very top row of milk and waaaay in the back was one little quart of regular milk that he wanted me to get for him.  I’m thinking, oh wow that’s way high, way in the back and maybe we should call a store clerk to help.  He could see the hesitation in my face.  Without saying a word the frail man in the handicapped scooter rose up out of his chair and put a shaky foot on the ledge of the display case and hoisted himself up by grabbing higher shelves, reached as far back as he could without even looking and grabbed the milk and nearly fell backwards.  I’m thinking if I try to grab him we’re both going down on the hard waxed floor and someone will need to call the paramedics.  He slowly regained his footing on the edge of the display case, jumped down, hopped in his scotter and without saying a word tore off like a little race car.  Always remember, he who hesitates could be lost and if you want something done right, you’ll probably need to do it yourself.  Self-reliance is a deep innate power we all have and if it is to be, it is up to me to get moving!   

 Stay tuned this month as we release an outstanding and timely audio MP3 "Standing in Abundance with High Cotton ” ?? all about co-creating more Fall/Equinox abundance in your life NOW.  Look for a VIP presale launch on the Fall Equinox and this month’s Zoom The Fall Harvest will be dedicated to co-creating more money and abundance for you! 

When’s the last time we fished together?  If you had to think about it, it’s been too long!  Reach out today and get on my schedule.  Folks always say, “you’re so busy” and I always say “yes, but I’ll always make time for you!” Appointments View Calendar First, Then Pay and Schedule  15 mins  | 30 mins  | 60 mins

TGIWednesday Video Download

~ SELF-RELIANCE ~ I believe, think, know and feel that a greater power within me will propel all action and co-create changes in my life here and now. I am ready, willing and able to take what I have learned over lifetimes and apply it to this one so that I continue to become more empowered. I know when, where how and why to inspire and encourage my own self confidence with more positive self talk so that I can rise to my potential. I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is! Know that if you’ll make a little daily progress, the rest of your life will be the best of your life.  

FREE Live Appearances

Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show.

https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Q&A WITH JIMMY

Q) "I wanted to know how long do I need to listen to your audios to possibly see change, or for things to be cleared and do I need headphones? Do I need to listen at night and things like that?" - Sasha   A) "YES!  Any of the money beliefs could only help/contribute to you.  Headphones absolutely.  A few times should do the trick of listening.  After that you can play them on low in the room either lap top/tablet/phone so that it is barely audible and that creates waves of energy that can only help financially!  Listening at night or during any quiet period is best.  How long will it take?  We’'ll see!  We never know what we’ll get and that’s part of the fascination!"  Many blessings JMack

Fish Food 

The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish

Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack Own this e-book so that you can read inspiration every day!

SEPTEMBER 13TH "Today I will pause to come to terms with what else is possible. I will not look for anything because I will allow goodness to show up when I least expect it. I will realize that all things are possible and positive vibrations will rule the day."  

Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy

Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.  

In addition, throughout the full 30-days, Jimmy will be dialing into your energetic signature each day upon rising and make certain that you are a clear yes, unclear to no and running forward before you start your day. He is doing the heavy lifting for you around 3am NY time while most of you are asleep in order to smooth out your way and increase your most favorable life outcomes.

*Upon sending an email request after your purchase, you can receive a one-time sample/example of the software analysis. Most clients have had amazing results and outcomes!  

You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.

You can run this monthly and stop at any time after the 30 days is up, you will have the opportunity to renew and update your list each month but are under no obligation. I believe you will experience magical transformations and make progress every day!  SUBSCRIPTION AUTO-RENEWAL ($95/mo - save $5) Purchase a recurring subscription  Update your prayers monthly. You can cancel or pause anytime.

Use PayPal for subscription Click here  Use Stripe for subscription Click here.  Could you use a private session? Are you feeling extra-crispy?  If so, you can now  Book Appointments... View Availability First, Then Pay 15 mins  | 30 mins  | 60 mins  

30-Days of Prayer - $99

**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**

?Visit our ?NEW O?nline ?TRAININ?G? CENTER

We have finally completed the migration of the Mastery & Practitioner Certification Courses and are now opening up the BRAND NEW ONLINE TRAINING CENTER!  All are welcome to create a FREE account to access the NEW and IMPROVED MLF Basic Training Course and also know that the Anchors Away, Masterclass and both Mastery & Practitioner courses have been UPGRADED with new information & lessons!

   Visit now, Click Here!

The Fish Market

Below is list of over 35 titles in the MyBeliefWorks Clearings audio series, monthly Zoom clearing call replays and Guided Energy Processess. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s), click on the link to read more. We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better and we are ALWAYS working on the next one. Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.

Freedom from Abuse Overcoming Addiction Receiving Abundance Body Scan: Head to Toe Healing Bountiful Harvest Igniting Creative Spark Discovering Your Destiny Daily GPS Reset Releasing Dark Energies/Fears Crossroads -Decision Making Diet & Exercise Support Education & Learning Support Empowering the Empath Enthusiasm for Life Financial Windfall Gold Coin: Money in All Forms Healing Family Relationships Healing Body Disorders Joy of Money

IRS Stress & Taxes Relieving Holiday Stress Increasing Intuition Lucky 777  Finding Love & Romance Mental Stress Positive Money Mindset Moving Forward from Past Chronic Pain Relief Pet Healing Support Improving Sales & Success Improving Sex Improving Sleep Pro$perity Unlocked Traveling with Ease Treasure Chest Work & Career Success Weight Loss Support Restoring Youth & Vitality

We now offer digital Gift Certificates for gift-giving. Gift a free session, daily prayers or clearing audios/videos to someone special.  You simply select the denomination that matches the gift you'd like to give from the options on this page amounts from $19 - $225.

Buy Gift Certificates here

THZ Quantum Frequency Wand "Future medicine will be the medicine of frequencies." - Albert Einstein USE CODE: TSG10 (10% off) >> Best price, SHOP HERE  

Healing and Grounding Mats for all occasions  Yes even Lily my cat uses the pet one!   View Grounding Mats here Use code: MyLiquidFishfs for Free Shipping View Full Zoom Replay Collection  The 5 Anchors Process The Purple Rain Process The Magical Golden Key

**We are NOT involved in the sales or shipping process of the 3rd party items, please contact them directly. 

TGIFunny

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The Hotel Safe Goes Home! - SafeDecisions Electronic Safes

Herbert Roy Zucker serves as a Senior Consultant at Merrill Lynch, where he provides financial advice for C-suite executives, business owners, practice professionals, and affluent families. Besides his role at Merrill Lynch, Herbert Roy Zucker is the founder of SafeDecisions, LLC, a New York and Florida-based company that distributes electronic safes to different sectors.

HOME is our center, the place that we return to. Home is our place of origin, shelter and reflection. Behind our doors lie personal treasures, the items we require and the things that bring us joy. Home is where we celebrate and retreat. Home is the root of our comfort and our security.

Where do you keep your Birth Certificate? Where do you keep your Passport, Insurance Policies, Deed, Passwords, Cash, Will, Marriage Certificate Jewelry… SafeDecisions has the Solution with High Style for the Most Discerning Clientele.

The Infinity ll exquisitely adorn’s your personal location. Available in neutral tones of White, Gold and Black to suit your decor. Infinity ll is UL rated, durable and offers an exclusive service that exists in no other safe! “Remote Unlocking”. This safe is SMART!! SmartSafe technology is as simple as downloading SafeDecisions App onto your mobile device. This secure feature assists you in opening your safe if you’ve forgotten your unlock touch-code.

Residential Lifestyle Improvements Air-conditioning redefined the meaning of home comfort. 30,000 home air conditioners were purchased in 1946 and ever since household amenities have been revolutionizing the way we live. Today dishwashers, microwaves and cable TVs have been surpassed by dramatic fitness centers, spectacular floor to ceiling fog out glass windows, floating kitchen islands, electric car charging stations and Wi-Fi. These luxury services and amenities are rapidly expanding both lifestyle expectations and experiences.

La Dolce Vita The inspiration for this life of excellence has been directly derived and patterned after the hotel industry and the finest resort hotels and spas globally.

Today's homes strive to embody the elements of the finest hotel accommodations. The appeal of plush oversized towels, Egyptian cotton sheets and a hotel style robe are undeniably luxurious. However, the new trending residential lifestyle has elevated luxury living into the hotel stratosphere. The latest and greatest building projects include concierge services, wellness spas, special event party rooms, exclusive dining with home delivery, screening rooms, salons and the ultimate hotel amenity TWO "SMART" SafeDecisions Electronic Safes located in each master suite wardrobe closet.

Now, SafeDecisions will help you organize the chaos!

SafeDecisions safes are the world’s finest. Delivering a diverse selection of safes designed with you in mind and to anticipate your every need.

[windy-trickster]

“⇞here’s no⇞hing wrong wi⇞h you, deaaar... You’ve saaadly been ⇞he vic⇞im of life’s cruel haaand. ⇞his plaaane⇞. I⇞’ll... Eaaa⇞ ⇞he nices⇞ aaand swee⇞es⇞ of us aaalive. ⇞urn us inside ou⇞ un⇞il we caaan’⇞ recognize who we aaare aaanymore.” “You’ve been ⇞hrough so much aaand I caaan ⇞ell from how you’re aaac⇞ing. How you’re speaaaking ⇞o me. Bu⇞ le⇞ me ⇞ell you ⇞his, ⇞he faaac⇞ you’re s⇞ill going. S⇞ill living. S⇞ill ⇞rying ⇞o be who you aaare. ⇞haaa⇞ ⇞aaakes s⇞reng⇞h. ⇞haaa⇞ ⇞aaakes couraaage. ⇞here’s aaa paaar⇞ of your mind ⇞haaa⇞ doesn’⇞ waaan⇞ ⇞o give up. ⇞haaa⇞’s saaaying “Keep going, ⇞hiomi! Keep going!”, encouraaaging you ⇞o move forwaaard despi⇞e every⇞hing you’ve suffered wi⇞h! aaand ⇞haaa⇞, my deaaar, is simply aaamaaazing.” “You aaare s⇞ronger ⇞haaan you ⇞hink you aaare. aaand ⇞here’s people who believe ⇞haaa⇞ aaas well. You caaan heaaal. You will heaaal. You jus⇞ need ⇞o keep pushing forwaaard. aaand I’ll be here wi⇞h you every s⇞ep of ⇞he waaay if you waaan⇞ me ⇞o. aaand lis⇞en here: ⇞he ex of yours, whoever he maaay be, is no⇞hing ⇞o you now. He’s in ⇞he paaas⇞, you’re going ⇞o ⇞he fu⇞ure. He maaay haaave go⇞⇞en under your skin, bu⇞ he’s waaa⇞er under ⇞he bridge now. He does no⇞ con⇞rol your life.” “You con⇞rol your life, ⇞hiomi. aaand I caaan ⇞ell you don’⇞ waaan⇞ ⇞o be ⇞his waaay aaanymore.”

“I⇞’s okaaay, deaaar. You don’⇞ haaave ⇞o go in⇞o aaany⇞hing ⇞oo deep on ⇞he firs⇞ session if you don’⇞ waaan⇞ ⇞o. I unders⇞aaand ⇞he s⇞ruggle of ⇞aaalking aaabou⇞ such heaaavy ⇞opics like ⇞his. We’ll go slow, okaaay? ⇞ell me whaaa⇞ever you feel reaaady ⇞o ⇞ell me.” -> Kamava reaches over to a box of tissues on her desk, holding them out in front of the Oliveblood with a kind smile on her face. She wasn't going to push Thiomi, she wasn't her new patient to feel comfortable with speaking to her.