#i am burning his passport

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HIDDEN

TERRY RICHMOND x BLACK FEM READER

WARNINGS / TRIGGERS: NSFW; minors do not interact; mentions of domestic violence; self hate; angst; Terry is hard to read in the beginning.

SUMMARY: You’re running away from an abusive ex when you meet Terry working in one of his clubs.

TROPES: grumpy x sunshine ; “touch her and die”; slow burn; 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I took this idea and kind of ran with it. Let me know if you guys like it! I want this to be a series but only if you guys like it. I’m going to try switching POV’s; let me know if you guys like it or if it’s hard to follow.

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whisper out. That fucking asshole shredded my passport. My expired ID will have to do for now. I’m running around the house trying to be as quiet as possible so I wouldn’t wake the sleeping monster who’s my soon to be ex. My phone vibrates in my back pocket, 

LEXI: Parked a block down, lights off.

ME: Give me 3 minutes.

I liked the message and continued to pack, I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I’d been with Rafa (ex boyfriend) for about a year before the motherfucker put his hands on me. I believed him when he said it was an accident. I looked at his tear stained face and heard the crack in his voice and thought ‘he loves me he won’t hurt me again’. Here I am two weeks later with a black eye, split lip, and I’m pretty sure some broken ribs

Slipping my phone back into my pocket, I peek behind me making sure Rafa is still asleep. When I saw that he was, I let out a breath I was holding. I may or may not have slipped some crushed sleeping pills into Rafa’s evening whiskey, ensuring I wouldn’t be interrupted fleeing from his ass. Reaching under the bed, I grab my suitcase that’s pre-packed with everything I need (besides my passport) and head towards the door. 

Before my hand reaches the door handle, I look behind me at Rafa. His features relaxed in this state he doesn’t look nearly as menacing as he did two hours ago when he was beating the brakes off me. Freedom was right in front of me yet, here I was close to tears dying to crawl back in bed with him. I shook my head and took a deep breath. Turning away from Rafa, my trembling hand reached forward to grab the door. 

“Just do it Daphne,” I whisper to myself. With another breath I pulled the door open to what used to be our bedroom and walked out.  I’m doing this for me, saving my life. As dramatic as it sounds I have to get out of this relationship before it kills me. 

“Girl, it’s about time you got in this car! I thought I was going to have to come in that bitch swinging,” my half-sister Lexi said. I threw my bags in the backseat before getting in the passenger side and buckling up. (Lexi's cast pic)

“I got stage fright all of sudden. I didn’t think I’d be able to go through with it, actually leaving him. I uprooted my whole life to be with him and here I am back where I started.” I said on the verge of tears. 

Lexi took a deep breath before turning to me, “ Look Daph, I know what it’s like to be so in love with the potential of a man you’re blinded by who he really is. Rafa didn’t give a fuck about you, he proved that when he put his hands on you. Look in the mirror Daph! I love you sis, and I’m going to support you no matter what, but believe me when I say this. You took your life back today.” My eyes blur with tears as I reach across the center console to pull my sister into a hug. 

“Oh stop it before I start crying,” Lexi lets out a watery laugh before letting me go. We release our embrace and Lexi starts her SUV up, and we drive away. I don’t glance back, ready to leave this life behind me.

2 Hours Later…

“Welcome to your new home!” Lexi sings as we pull up to her apartment complex. I chuckle as we grab my things and head up to her place. 

“The second bedroom has a bathroom right across the hall. I cleaned both of them out so you can make room for all your things. I got you a key fob from the front desk and I already added your name on the lease, but don’t worry about the rent,” Lexi says as she shows me around her spacious luxury apartment. 

I spin, crushing my sister in a bear hug, “I can’t thank you enough for this Lex, I’ll start looking for a job first thing tomorrow. I have enough money saved up to get me through the next few months, so I can help with rent if you need me to.”

Lexi playfully rolls her eyes, “Daphne I love you but please shut up. You’d do this for me in a heartbeat. You’ve always taken care of me, now let me return the favor. Plus I already found you a job.” Lexi and I found each out about each other in middle school and we’ve been inseparable ever since. 

I let out a deep sigh before nodding, “I love you too Lex. Now where’s this so-called job?” I ask, raising a brow. 

Lexi makes her way towards my room, motioning for me to follow her, “You’ll work at the club with me. One of the servers got fired and we’re really short. I put in a good word with my boss Terry, he just wants to meet you first.”

Lexi works at a high end gentlemen's club named ‘Fuse’. When she told me about it I was a bit apprehensive but, beggars can’t be choosers. I figured I can work there, save up for my own place and then go from there.

“Lexi, how am I supposed to meet your boss looking like this? I’ll scare his ass off,” I say motioning to my face. 

“Don’t you think I thought about that? He’s coming here, think of it as an impromptu interview. He’s discreet and won’t ask questions. Sis if you don’t want to do this…,” Lexi trails off. 

I shake my head, “No, No, it’s fine I’m sorry. What time should I be ready?” 

Lexi squeals before jumping into my arms, “I know you’re nervous but Terry’s assured me that we’re working the exact same schedule until you get your footing. If you decide at any time that the club isn’t for you, you can leave.”

I hug my sister back, enduring the sharp pain that comes from my rib cage. the weight of today is finally taking its toll on me, “I think I’m going to freshen up and lay down,” I say, detaching myself from our embrace. Lexi nods before showing me where the towels and things are, and then she leaves me to it. Taking a deep breath I cut the bathroom light on and looked in the mirror.

I gasp out a sob as I take in my features. My bright brown eyes look dull and lifeless, well the one that opens anyway. My lip looks worse than what it is. There’s a slight bruise on my right cheek. The worst is yet to come when I lift my shirt taking a look at my torso. 

“Oh my god,” I sob. I’m a nurse by trade so bruises, cuts, and blood don’t really affect me. But, seeing them on me is doing something crazy to my mind. I deal with cases like this all the time, vowing I’ll never be that woman. And here I am, that woman. I get in the shower on auto pilot. Not enjoying the art of getting clean like I usually do but just trying to get everything done. Once clean I moisturize and make my way into my new room. I don’t know how long I lay there and wait for sleep to take me. 

My alarm startles me awake, I groan and roll over reaching for my phone. Pressing the silence button, I begin to rub my eyes. I groan and roll into a sitting position, my face feeling even more sore than it did yesterday. Making my way to the bathroom, I flip the lights and turn the shower on. My mind reels as it tries to process the last 24 hours. 

Rafa hasn’t tried to contact me, not that he could. I blocked him on everything but, still the silence is alarming. I never told him where Lexi lives, so there’s no way he could know that I’m here. Pushing all thoughts of Rafa out of my mind for now, I start getting ready for my day. After doing my extensive body and skincare routine I threw on a hoodie and leggings. I decided not to cover up my bruises for the moment. Now that it’s the next day everything just looks ugly and swollen anyway. 

After finishing my morning routine I head out to the living room to find Lexi. I can hear her talking quietly to someone, I assume she’s just on the phone. When I round the corner at the end of the hallway I stop in my tracks. There’s a literal adonis manspreading on our sofa. Well over six feet this man is sitting on our sofa looking almost too big for it. God he was fine, I’m in no space to get involved right now but I can appreciate a fine ass man. Hearing my entrance, his eyes shot towards me stopping in my tracks.

“Oh! Daphne you’re awake! Perfect,” Lexi said from somewhere in the kitchen.  Seconds go by and I see her appear with a tray with three cups of coffee on it.

“This is Terry, remember I told you about him yesterday?” Lexi says with a nervous smile on her face. I nod looking back and forth between the two. My gaze lingers a little longer than necessary on Terry. He’s looking up at me with a curious frown on his face like he’s trying to figure me out, and I’m doing the same thing.

I push my shoulders back and walk towards him outstretching my hand, “Hi Terry, I’m Daphne sorry, if I’d known you were here I would have made myself look a little more presentable.”

Terry’s shaking his head before I can finish my sentence, “It’s all good, I was in the area and figured I’d just pop by and meet my new bartender. 

My eyes widen, “Just like that? I’ve got the job? What’s the catch?” 

Terry chuckles before crossing one leg over the other, “Lexi’s right, nothing gets past you. She told me you used to be a flight nurse, so I was hoping you could help me out from time to time.”

My brow furrows, “I’m not going to have to do anything illegal am I?”

Terry takes a deep breath leaning back, his gorgeous eyes assessing me, “We’ll keep that need to know. I won’t knowingly compromise your position or have you do anything that will put your license in jeopardy.”

I go over the details in my head. Could I really do something like this? It was clear to me that Terry was some sort of crime boss. He’s sitting so comfortably in our home like he owns the place (I wouldn’t be surprised if he did). He’s got money but doesn’t want to show it, based on the Rolex and Prada shoes he’s sporting.

“What if I say no?” I say, crossing my arms. 

Terry chuckles and leans forward, “Then I guess you’ll need to go job hunting sweetheart.”

I roll my eyes and look over to Lexi, she mouths ‘say yes’. I contemplate in my mind, I’ve always played it safe until now. I went to nursing school because my mom wanted me to have a “stable income”. I went out with Rafa because he was a “safe” choice yeah, that worked out real nice. I’ve always gone with the safest option, not wanting to disappoint anyone. With recent events plaguing my brain I nod my head. 

“Sure, what the hell. I’ll do what I can within reason,” I say to Terry. 

Terry nods before standing, “Great, I’ll see you both next week, and Daphne all my bartenders wear black. Cover up the bruises but keep the makeup to a minimum.” I nod mindlessly at the things he said.  Standing at his full stature, Terry is muscular, a few tattoos here and there and a face to die for. I was getting starstruck by my damn boss, which cannot happen. He exudes power, commanding each room he walks into, his height and size have nothing to do with it. It’s his aura he just gives off the vibe that he doesn’t take any shit. 

Terry nods to both of us, “Ladies,” he said, and then he was out the door. 

I sigh deeply and lean against the doorway, “Jeez Lexi you didn’t tell me your boss was finer than baby hair.”

Lexi laughs heartily, “Girl, it wouldn’t have mattered. Terry’s like a forcefield, he lets no one in.” I chuckle lightly and roll my eyes, making my way towards the sofa. I plop down and grab the coffee Lexi made. 

“So tell me about the club. What should I expect?” I ask while sipping my coffee.

Lexi settles in next to me, cutting on the TV, “It’s a high end strip club / gentlemen's lounge, so we have lots of politicians, upper level business men, basically anyone who can afford the fifteen hundred dollar membership fee. You and I will work the bar, as long as you show a little cleavage and laugh at their shitty jokes they’ll tip you well and leave you alone for the most part. You don’t have to worry about guys getting handsy, Terry used to be a Marine, so a few of his buddies from back in the day are working security.”

I nod following along, “Does Terry usually show up a lot?” I ask.

“Well, it is his club. So yeah he’s there most of the time in his office. He usually only comes out if there’s a problem,” Lexi said. 

“Hmm,” I reply with a nod. This was definitely going to be an interesting experience.

A WEEK LATER

“Daph! Come on! We’re going to be late!” Lexi yells upstairs. I sighed looking over at myself in the mirror, a simple black activewear jacket and leggings (link). My eye is almost healed, nothing a little concealer can't fix. I’m still favoring my right side because my ribs are still pretty sore.  I spray myself with my sparkling lychee perfume, grab my tote and head downstairs to meet my bratty ass sister. 

“Keep your panties on Lex I’m coming!” I shout as I look for my asics. Once I finally find them I meet Lexi at the door plastering on a fake smile.

“I’m sorry. Are you ready to go now?”,I ask with fake enthusiasm. Lexi just rolls her eyes and opens the door to lead us out. We head to her SUV and make our way to Terry’s club.

“Okay, so what should I expect?” I ask Lexi.

“Well it’s a Thursday night so it won’t be too busy but it’s a good thing you wore those shoes. We’ll be paired together so I’ll make drinks and you’ll take them out. Table one starts to the right of the door, and then they’re numbered clockwise,” Lexi said, adjusting the heat settings in the car. 

“I mean it sounds easy enough. I just haven’t worked in a club since nursing school. I might be a little rusty,” I say, getting self conscious. Lexi reassures me as we begin heading towards downtown. 

TERRY

This can’t be the sister Lexi was talking about, this is going to be a problem. She’s beautiful, fucking astonishing. I can’t even see the bruises, probably makeup which she doesn’t need.  She exudes a softness that has no business being involved with me and my business. I sweep my eyes over her before landing on hers. Lexi told me her piece of dickhead boyfriend beat the shit out of her. She doesn’t look bad, but her limp tells me otherwise. A part of me wants to find the sorry motherfucker and break his knees, but I’m acting too irrational over a woman I just met.

I’ve been watching Lexi show her the ropes from my loft office. She seems to know what she’s doing catching on pretty quickly. I adjust myself for the second time as she bends down to pick up something. 

“Ass fat as fuck,” I mumble watching it sway in her leggings. She drops off a tray of drinks at the police commissioner’s table and I watch as every set of eyes drop to her ass as she turns and walks away. She might be a problem

THE END

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Abandoned

Demetri x Fem!Reader

Summary: Going to Italy over spring break was not what you had in mind, but Bella said she needed you. Until she didn't anymore, leaving you in the hands of a handsome vampire, who happens to be your mate.

Warnings:

Angst

Bella and the Cullens suck. (Ha ha. I'm so funny.)

Word Count: 1500+

Requested?: Yes!

heya thanks for answering my earlier ask about requests! Could I please request a demetri x reader angsty with fluff where they meet in new moon as reader tags along with bella to help and demtri is drawn to her cause theyre mates and volturi agree to let bella go and be turned later if the reader stays and reader is hurt that edward, bella and even alice agree to it so quickly so she feels abandoned and demetri works to earn her trust and comforts her about it at a later date? (If its too much or you end up tweaking it thats okay!!) <3

A/N: What kind of Volturi fic writer would I didn't do this trope? And for once it's not Alec-centric. I love it! Also, this is gonna be a two-parter.

I hated flying with a burning passion. But Bella insisted that I go with her for emotional support. I almost snapped at her to take Jacob instead. Emotional support animals were free after all. She just needed the paperwork.

Unfortunately, I don't think a big-ass werewolf-slash-shapeshifter would go over well if they were to accidentally transform. Bella was lucky that I even had a passport. In the end, it was Alice who convinced me, definitely playing the loyalty card pretty heavily. If only I had known that loyalty was not extended to me.

Italy was beautiful, but between the sweet relief of landing, Alice stealing a car, and getting caught up in the whirlwind that was the St. Marcus festival, I had barely any time to take it all in. The city was awash with hundreds of people, their red cloaks swirling about as they danced and celebrated.

Bella was diving out the car, screaming Edward's name. I dove into the crowds to follow her, making my way through the throngs of red cloaks to find her. It didn't take long before I was hopelessly lost. What had Alice said? Edward was going to reveal himself. What exactly would happen if he did? That was one thing I had never managed to get out of Bella.

Would he just… spontaneously combust?

No. That made no sense, he never would have come to the Volturi for death if that happened.

But where was the best place to do it?

I looked around desperately before my eyes landed on the clock tower in the center of the square. There. That was the prefect place. I pushed through the crowds, yelling Bella's name at the top of my lungs.

Demetri

"BELLA!"

He turned at the sound, and his dead heart seemed to beat for just a moment. Her voice sounded like heaven. Demetri scanned the square, eyes searching, desperate with hope that maybe, just maybe, she might be who he thought she was.

"Bella!'

It was closer this time, and through a break in the crowds he saw her. Time seemed to slow down as he took in the sight of her. She was by the clock tower, her chest rising and falling with the effort to breathe, as if she had just run a long distance. And given the beads of sweat along her brow and the trickles that dripped down her tantalizing neck, she had.

She was stunning. Beautiful. And more than everything that he had ever hoped for.

The other girl in front of him, Bella, turned around in both alarm and relief.

"Bella," Edward said softly. "Relax. He won't harm her."

"Demetri?" Felix asked, voice heavy with confusion.

"Stay with our… guests, Felix."

Demetri was next to the girl in the blink of an eye, stepping into her line of sight a moment later. She jerked back in alarm before making eye contact with him. And it happened. His whole world seemed to turn upside down. He grinned. She was his.

"Hello, principessa." He lifted her warm hands to his cold lips, enjoying the subtle taste of her skin. "I am Demetri. I will escort you to your friends. If you will follow me."

She raised a disbelieving brow at him, taking him in before landing on his eyes. She gulped a little and nodded her head. He held out his arm for her to take, and after a moments hesitation, she did so.

Upon arriving at the alleyway in which the others stood, his mate let go and hugged Bella tightly.

"You're alright." She breathed, her perfect voice hushed.

"I'm alright, Y/N."

"Good to have you back." It was Jane. "Aro has been wondering what has been taking so long. Let us continue."

He put a hand on his mates back, urging her forward silently.

Demetri found that he no longer cared what would happen with Cullen and his human, not so long as his mate stayed.

I was a moron.

Despite the seriously fucked up and dangerous situation that Bella had somehow pulled me into, I couldn’t help but blush as I felt this stranger's hand on my lower back.

'Demetri. His name is Demetri, Y/N.'

The gesture felt oddly warm and comforting. He felt oddly warm and comforting.

And I liked it. But also I didn't like it. He was making me feel all funny and I honestly didn't know what to do about it.

I glanced back at him, only to find him already looking at me, something akin to wonder in his eyes. He gave me a small smile and I turned back around, blushing harder. I liked that smile. A lot. I shook my head, following behind Edward and Bella, doing my best to not trip.

I had bigger things to worry about. Such as getting out of this situation alive. Alice had neglected to tell me much of anything, and I had only caught snippets of her conversation with Bella on the plane. All I knew was that the Volturi laid down the law, and they were not to be fucked with. I suddenly wished I had paid more attention instead of worrying about the death trap that was called a plane.

I grabbed Alice's hand, my anxiety spiking. She gave my hand a small squeeze, sending me another smile. But something was off. She wouldn't look me in the eye. In fact I couldn't recall her looking me in the eye since we had boarded the plane to Italy. And outside of his initial surprise to see me, neither had Edward. I frowned at the sudden realization, slowing down a moment and pulling my hand from hers. Demetri slowed down as well, gently pressing on my back for me to continue, but I stayed rooted in the spot.

"What are you hiding?" My voice cracked. "What did you see?"

Alice looked back at me, surprised.

"Now is not the time, Y/N." Demetri's lips brushed against my ear.

I really liked the way he said my name.

"Indeed." Jane turned around, her face blank.

Demetri tensed, angling himself so that I was out of Jane's eyesight.

"Do not worry, Demetri. I have no intent to harm your mate... As long as she keeps up."

She was so blasé about the whole thing that it took a minute for me to register what she said. Mate? I had a mate? Mates were a thing?

Demetri hissed at her and everyone edged away from the two of them, looking at Demetri as if he were a dead man. Jane just smiled.

"Let us continue. Demetri, do keep your human in line."

I wondered if my brain had just stopped working at that point because I would have normally said something back, but I couldn't bring myself to do much of anything. Demetri turned back around, looking at me as one would a spooked animal. And I was pretty close to a spooked animal. I was starting to hyperventilate, and I definitely wanted to run, but I couldn't get my legs to work.

"Y/N." He reached out, clasping both of my arms lightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to find out this way, but we really must keep going."

I nodded, numb. Alice knew. How long had she known? And Edward hadn't bothered to say a damn thing to me either. Why? They couldn't bother to prepare me for this? I have a fucking mate. That's not something you can just shove under the rug. And Jane. Fucking Jane-

Demetri's hand slid into my own, the coolness of his skin breaking me out of my haze just enough to keep moving forward. I could feel myself beginning to shut down and disassociate, auto-pilot taking over. I could feel his thumb rubbing circles softly on the palm of my hand and decided to focus on that instead.

Jane pushed the heavy double doors in front of us open.

My brain refused to shut off, memories of the last 24 hours replaying repeatedly in my head.

Bella had been released under two conditions:

She was to be turned within the year.

I was to stay here, to be with my mate.

I didn't have a choice, not that it really mattered, because I would have given myself up in a heartbeat for Bella. But they had taken the deal with barely a thought. Even Bella. That's when I realized that she knew. She had known the whole time. And Alice. I kept thinking about how she had worked so hard to convince me to come. To be Bella's emotional support. I wasn't there to be her emotional support. I was there to be traded, like some dog. And it hurt.

I had lost everything.

My friends. My home. My family.

I would never see my mother again. My father had passed a little over a year ago to cancer, so my mother and I were already in the practice of mourning. But my mom, not only had she lost my dad, but now she would think I was dead too. How would she cope?

How was I going to cope? How could I ever trust anyone again? Bella and the Cullens had taken advantage of me. Of my love. My loyalty.

I wouldn't let it happen again. Never.

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Season to Taste - 15/? WIP

Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another. Heading into this little world.

PROLOGUE/ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE

TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FORTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

                He laughs as he enters the restaurant, Leandro and Silvia’s voices calling out to him and he’s very aware that they’ve arranged a party later for his birthday and also his new residency visa. He hadn’t been paying attention, hadn’t thought about it, until Ice had raised it last year in one of their phone calls and told him that his passport was going to expire and he needed to maybe consider coming home. Except he’d been gone for nearly a decade and it didn’t feel like home anymore. He hadn’t been able to fathom it.

                Then Ice had brought all the paperwork to him, walking into the restaurant himself and Bradley had hugged him so tightly because the anger has long since faded but the pride at not wanting to apologize for running away was still there. He has no regrets about running away, or how his life has turned out so far. He’s happy and has found a big family that has just enveloped him and made him one of their own and he can’t imagine his life being better in any way. Vi is his best friend, along with Giacomo, the three of them doing a road trip to Roma to the American Embassy to apply for his new passport in the summer.         

                “What are going to do to celebrate?”

                “Well, I know it’s maybe a little dramatic, but I thought of getting a tattoo.”

                “Yeah? What of?”

                “I’ve got some ideas.”

…            …            …

                Bradley watches as Jake dips every single piece of potato into sauce before eating it. He can’t believe how comfortable and happy he feels right now. They clear away the plates and wash up, before settling on the sofa, Jake’s head in his lap. They’re going to watch documentaries, because that and movies are apparently the only thing Jake likes to watch, which explains why he’s never seen Bradley on TV if this is what he prefers. Bradley himself doesn’t usually have time to watch anything, so it’s nice, just the novelty of sitting there and enjoying being close to someone else. He doesn’t even notice he’s snuck his hand beneath Jake’s t-shirt and been rubbing his thumb back and forth softly over his stomach until Jake’s hand covers his and he stills, goes to almost apologize and move his hand but Jake’s hand is firm, holding Bradley’s hand in place.

                “You’ve already ordered off the menu tonight, are you that insatiable you’re going back for seconds?”

                “Technically I think it’s thirds. And you did call yourself an all you can eat buffet,” Bradley jokes, but he really hadn’t been aiming to start anything, had simply been enjoying touching and being close.

                “Well, this buffet is closed sorry. Maybe after I’ve had a couple hours sleep we can reassess.”

                Bradley shakes his head like he’s somehow disappointed despite it not being the case, and he grins down at Jake’s upside-down face.

                “Mmm… it’s okay. If it gets bad enough I can always go self-service.”

                Jake snorts and Bradley can’t help but grin, it’s easy and fun and while a little part of him is worried it’s going to burn fast and bright before crashing and burning he can’t find it in himself to care. He doesn’t want to miss out on the right-now because of something that might happen.

                “Oh no… no no no. Hmm, wait. Maybe I wouldn’t mind watching that. Was going to say I could take care of that for you, but maybe I’ll just be lazy and watch.”

                “Well, it’s all hypothetical anyway, I wasn’t actually angling for anything more than a kiss…”

                “Ah, well, I am always happy to kiss you. You know, sticking with your food and sex philosophy… for me sauce is like kissing. No one needs sauce to make the food taste better, sometimes the food can be amazing without it. And I can eat it without it. But I’m always going to want to add sauce…”

                “And you’re always going to want kissing too huh?”

                “I wouldn’t say no.”

                “Come here then…” Bradley says, and he’s smiling as he bends down and presses his lips against Jake’s, his entire body thrumming with happiness as Jake’s nose bumps his chin and he pulls back, a sudden thought occurring to him.

                “You wouldn’t have sauce with dessert would you?”

                “Leo, babe, dessert is all the hand-holding, and cuddling and gentle touches. Of course I want sauce with them.”

                Bradley blinks, shakes his head.

                “No, I mean actual real literal dessert, like brownie or… ice cream.”

                “Oh. Huh. Well… I haven’t tried sauce with any desserts, but also I don’t have the biggest sweet tooth. Maybe because I can’t add sauce.”

                “Mmm. You are pretty sweet already.”

                “Oh, I know dozens of people who would disagree with you there but I’m glad you think so. Don’t mind being sweet with you…”

…            …            …

                Other than their serious conversation about starting a relationship, they haven’t had any deep and meaningful conversations. Yet. Until yesterday afternoon when he’d picked Leo up from Maria’s and then… found himself dating the guy. They’ve spent four nights out of five together, nearly every meal, and he’s well aware that he’s pretty much living with Leo in his not-so-little rental accommodation for the duration of his stay. He likes that it’s a neutral space for the time being, which has been good. Especially as he doesn’t exactly have a place of his own, his bedroom in Nicola’s apartment not exactly the most useful of places when he wants to hook up with someone, mainly because the apartment also usually contains Nicola herself.

                But if he’s going to date Leo, try having a relationship with distance between them, then he wants to share his little piece of home in his sister’s apartment. Show Leo the farm properly, because he’d actually seemed pretty interested in that yesterday when he’d mentioned it. He already knows that Leo’s parents are a minefield, but he’s going to ask because he’s going to gut himself in return. He knows he’s going to have to share bits that don’t make him happy, if they’re going to actually going to make a serious go of this. But he’s going to start small.

                “So, want to tell me about why you have a giant fuck off rooster tattooed on your leg?”

                “You don’t want to make a couple of guesses first?” Leo asks, rolling in the bed and giving Jake a mischievous grin and eyebrow waggle. God the man is a giant dork.

                “Because you’re a cock?” Jake asks, trying to make his expression sweet.

                “Close…”

            ��   “Well, you’re not doing any false advertising.”

                “It’s my family name.”

                Jake frowns, because okay, he knows Leo’s name is Bradley Bradshaw, but he answers to Leo just as easily, which he knows is short for Leonardo…

                “My Italian family name. It’s Gallo, which means… well, direct translation is rooster.”

                “And a non-direct translation?” Jake asks. Leo grins again, looking smug.

                “Strong voice… good in bed…”

                “Oh, so you are a cock.”

                “I did say you were close.”

…            …            …

                He has to leave Leo in bed, which sucks for so many reasons but Leo looks fucked out and happy, already half-asleep and Jake presses a kiss to his bare shoulder.

                “I’ll be back in a few hours. In time for lunch. Let me know if there’s anything you need from the farm or grocery store…”

                He gets a muffled grunt for his trouble and Leo just shoves his head further into the pillow. Jake grins and heads for the door. He should be gone for about four hours to help his sisters on the farm. They have workers, but there’s always more work to be done and while many of them have other jobs they’re all still local and he gets to leave for months on end, and not have to deal with the realities of… home. He still needs to talk to Leo about that. Try and have a conversation that doesn’t lead to them immediately fucking. It’s a tall order. Maybe that’s where the distance might be a good thing.

                He pulls his truck into the yard and looks around at the assembled vehicles and rolls his eyes. Fucking great. They’re all here, the Seresin-sister grapevine clearly working as intended. God, he hopes Leo was serious about not getting scared off easy. He’s never introduced someone to his sisters before. Not someone that he’s actually serious about, and for all the shaking up that Leo has done in the last week it’s like a snow globe slowly settling and revealing the scene. He likes the view so far.

                He sits in his truck and drums his fingers against the steering wheel, wonders if he should maybe just start it again and drive away. He wouldn’t put it past them to drive after him, although Sandra and Amanda probably have their kids with them, so they might not chase after him. He sucks in a breath and throws his shoulders back. He can do this. His sisters love him and it’s just going to be embarrassing and maybe he can get the worst of it out of the way now and tomorrow night, when they actually meet Leo, they’ll manage to not humiliate him.

                He won’t hold his breath.

SIXTEEN

[wisteriasymphony]

any more asylum au perhaps 👉👈😎

CW: Physical and Verbal Abuse, Arson

FALL 1993

Adrien was held still by two of his former bodyguards—Laurent and DuPont, if he remembered correctly. Laurent always had his blonde hair shaved to the skin, whereas DuPont's was thickly braided. Such distinctions weren't helpful at the moment, of course. Any two of Gabriel's men would be restraining him the same. It's what they were always paid to do.

"Sixteen—Almost seventeen years' worth of work. Seventeen years!" Gabriel shouted, his gargoylish face contorted into a thousand graying wrinkles. "Do you know how much I sacrificed for you? Do you know the hours, the months of work I have slaved to put you where you are. —And this is what you choose to do with your life?! Getting high and fucking whoever you find sitting on the street corner?"

Adrien opened his mouth to protest—more just for protest's sake than because he had anything on his mind to speak—only for Gabriel to backhand him so hard the sound could surely be heard from outside. Even as Adrien staggered, he was forced upright by the guards, kept in a jawlike grip by his forearms, held just low enough that he couldn't stand, only bend at the knees to get even a semblance of bearing.

"Well I'm through with it," Gabriel spat. "I am through with your delinquency. I don't care where the hell they send you—" Gabriel extended a gnarled, pale finger to point at his son. "—But I will ensure you spend the rest of your life thinking about what you have cost me with this stunt of yours. And when I can finally drag you back out, you should be nothing but thankful that I had the mercy to not kill you, and her, where you fucking stand."

It was supposed to be so easy. It was supposed to be so easy. Adrien knew how to bypass the limits on his cards, Adrien knew every place in the manor to hide from the security cameras. He had bought plane tickets, stolen his passport, and had just enough money hidden in his mattress to not have to worry for two months out of the city, maybe more. It was supposed to be so easy, he was supposed to finally be safe.

Adrien hadn't a single desire to ever see Gabriel's face ever again. Now, confronted with it—varicose and gaunt and furious—what was there for him to do? What option did he have left?

...The option he took had left him at the doorstep of Hospital Sainte-Marie-de-Dieu with a plastic muzzle over his face.

SPRING 1995

Adrien looked up at the billboard, the acrid smell of burning vinyl filling his nose. If there was anything he was still good at in life, now that following orders (and later, drinking) were both entirely off the table, it was his penchant to set stuff on fire. Even when he still had some semblance of good left in him, Adrien remembered taking a large magnifying glass out into the garden to fry holes in blades of grass. This was basically the same thing, minus the gasoline and matches.

It was maybe two miles ago that he'd found a pair of glasses, their cracked lenses tugging a ray from the headlights of the stolen car and getting Adrien to stop. That was probably the benefit of these gone-to-shit roads in the middle of nowhere: Being able to just stop and see what people had left. Adrien had put on the glasses for the time being, but was just as willing to throw them away once he tired of them. They weren't worth much, anyways. The frame was warped and barely sat on his face right.

The fire had eaten up nearly half of the billboard by this point, and it was just starting to melt Adrien's face off—the one on the vinyl, that is. He remembered posing for it a few years ago, selling some perfume that was basically the same goddamn thing in yet another glass bottle. It was nice to see the thing go up in smoke.

Marinette stood a few feet away, the orange glow of the fire throwing itself at her face. She didn't talk much, to the point where Adrien assumed she was likely mute. Her big brown eyes did enough of the talking for her—a look for "You're stupid", another for "Stop driving so fast". As weird as it felt to say for someone so much shorter and quieter than him, somewhere he held respect for her muteness. Maybe envy, too. A jealous respect.

...There wasn't much more to see from the fire. Only scraps of nauseous-smelling vinyl floating down like leaves of hell, glossy embers of tar-black only coming into view here or there when something other than the dark sky was behind them. Most small enough to maybe inhale. Adrien reached in through the broken window of the car to open the driver-side door again. "Come on." Marinette's shadow made its way to the car, stretched long by the light of the burning billboard.

(I started this Aug 31st what the fuckkkkk why'd it TAKE so long)

[sitp-recs]

12 fics I’ve enjoyed recently…

Last year I did a short-lived “weekly rereads” series to spread love for old favourites that kept me afloat when reading new things became a struggle. I was looking for ways to stay active and contribute to the fandom with minimal effort, and I found solace in revisiting fics that I hold dear in my heart. This year, spring brought the @dronarryfest to pull me back into reading mood. Fandom is starting to speak to me again after a very long time, and the euphoria hit me with inspiration to write this short rec post for my recent reads. I am joining the party a bit late but on the off chance these escaped your radar, here are some fics I’ve really enjoyed during my catch up moment in February/March, and a few I’m planning to dive into next. It’s so nice to be able to write comments and rec blurbs again! What have y’all been reading lately?

HP fics:

Wet Leather by @lqtraintracks (E, 492 words) - Harry/Sirius

I live for LQT’s rare pair drabbles especially when it’s for my beloved Sirry because nobody writes this ship like them. The A+ characterization always takes my breath away: so much tension laced with yearning, it feeds my horniest deepest Sirry cravings tripping between guilt and absolution. This short is full of heat, want and sweet indulgence, with the usual tenderness underneath driving me up the wall and making me soft and hot for these two. Also, “my drenched little pup” excuse sir I’m??? 🥵

Nightswimming by @sweet-s0rr0w (M, 5k) - established Drarry, Dron, implied Dronarry

One of my instant faves this year, what a masterclass in tension building! As always, I’m so impressed by sweets’ short form. The brilliant banter and relentless sexual tension put me at the edge of my seat praying for MOAR. The atmosphere is so captivating I could feel the temptation on my fingertips, and have I even mentioned Ron’s spot on voice?? Superb bromance dynamics, late night drive aesthetics, an impressive amount of characterization within 5k and a teasing ending full of promise, come and feast!

Borrowed Time by @the-starryknight (E, 7k) - Dron + Harry

Another delicious Dronarry treat, now showcasing established Dron, body swap, the sexiest UST you’ll see today and an incredibly satisfying payoff. Once again Starry delivers peak romance with their “hot & sweet” trademark mixing compelling dialogue, witty flirting and uncomplicated smut full of want but also trust, understanding and intimacy. Forget the maddening anticipation, the domestic slice-of-life tone made me swoon - the characters are so clearly fond and familiar with each other it’s only natural for them to come together like this.

Heart to Hearth by @jtimu (E, 7k) - Drarry

This fic is a breath of fresh air and I still remember how excited I felt reading it for the first time. I’ll never get tired of seeing Harry get utterly horny confused at an attractive and carefully guarded Draco being competent at his odd yet surprisingly fitting job. Repairman Draco is indeed mouthwateringly efficient with his long hair and coveralls, and their tentative and awkward dynamics are just excellent. Love the subtle humour, the bits of repair magic theory and the earnest slow burn, with a smooth progression towards deliciously indulgent smutty times. Amazing concept, perfectly executed.

Long Haul by @wolfpants (E, 8k) - Drarry

Wolf is killing it lately, loved their Dronarry but this fic stole my heart with the long haul love premise. The image of their encounter - Harry holding his passport between his teeth, Draco with Muggle headphones around his neck - stayed with me the whole night. Harry loves flying and connects with NYC for the same reasons I do, so this fic spoke to me in a very personal way. I love everything from the title and bold flirting to the scorching hot and intimate smut with smooth daddy Draco! Not too long ago I prompted Florence’s “End of Love” for Wireless - unknowingly, Wolf wrote the NYC fic I’ve dreamed about when I thought of it 💜

Permanent by @citrusses (M, 14k) - Drarry, Dron

I’ve always been drawn to time travel and Citrus set up a thrilling, mysterious mood that’s impossible to resist. I was deeply intrigued not only by the plot but also by the complexity of these characters - a belligerent Harry with daddy issues and a saviour complex (yes pls!), edgy and focused Hermione, perceptive and kind Ron charming his way inside our hearts, and a lonely Draco trying to make sense of the plot, handle his feelings and find his foot in the post-war world. I loved being inside his mind - such brilliant characterization - and seeing the golden trio through his eyes. This fic has a wistful, melancholy tone mirroring Draco’s longing for Harry that hit me right in the solar plexus. It is also a great Ron study, and I’ll admit that made me fall even harder for Dron. Finally, it is tender and devastating as all good things are. A brilliant read and an instant favorite.

Dick Chicken by @oknowkiss (E, 15k) - Harry/Draco/Ron

Believe me when I say this is the Seinfeld AU you didn’t know you needed because you don’t wanna miss out on this. Hands down one of the most entertaining fics I’ve read in a while, this is hysterical funny, witty and steamy. The perfect mix of crack-y and casually horny vibes with a quirky Draco, a lovable and relatable Harry, and a hot Ron who’s 100% there for the ride, this chaotic trio will pull you into an unhinged journey and you’re gonna thank them for that 🤣 superb Harry pov, a warm and playful atmosphere that feels intoxicating, and a glorious shower scene followed by a fake orgasm competition. You’re heard it right. Run don’t walk!

Knot Your Average Coworkers by @thecouchsofa (E, 22k) - Drarry

Office romance is my kryptonite and I couldn’t stop giggling as I made my way through this wolf!Draco treat. I was instantly smitten with the charming characters, the delightful silly knotting jokes 🌝 and the good old oblivious friends/coworkers to lovers dynamics that always gets me. Pining Harry wooing Draco through cooking is SO my jam, the perfect mix of sweet comfort & unbearable UST that fills me with joy and anticipation while also wanting to smash their heads together “kiss kiss fall in love” style. Yum!

Cargo Case by @sleepstxtic (E, 23k) - Drarry

This was such an exciting ride, I love the inherent yearning & intimacy of break up/make up stories and this case fic kept me engaged and rooting for Drarry (and Pansy/Parvati!) the whole time. It was wonderful to see them not being antagonistic after a break up for a change - there’s delicious ust, fabulous Draco & Pansy brOTP, not to mention their super cool job. I was as invested in the plot as I was in the romance, and I’ve had a really fun time following them around. Undercover boyfriends for the win!!!!

Truth to Materials by @toomuchplor, lately (E, 54k) - Drarry

Another fabulous plor fic as per, this artist!Draco story immediately won my heart with the hilarious opening scene and the perfect combo of Draco’s “brazen gay” voice and Harry’s “bi panic” mind. What a delight! Love the clever dialogue, the mood so chaotic horny but the humorous tone making me giggle my way through the delicious loo sex scene. Unique premise, great pacing, fantastic cast and charming characterization - this fic is so easy to devour it doesn’t feel like a 50k journey at all. The story is great fun, very engaging but also delivering multiple tender and heartkick-y moments. It checks all my boxes including our king Ron Weasley putting a banana into Draco’s sculptural arsehole 🤣 what else could I ask for?

Skybound by @xanthippe74 (T, 61k) - Drarry

As a longtime fan of Ghibli’s movies, I was over the moon to see one my own faves adapted to fit the HP universe. This is the Howl’s Moving Castle AU we deserve, a light, enchanting and fun read with a lovely smooth Draco and a lovely earnest Harry making such a great pair. I love how Xan played with the original material making adjustments here and there, and giving life to Timpsy, the apprentice elf with a whole subplot involving mistreatment of magical beings. Very sweet and creative read!

Other fandoms:

a man—with human flesh by spqr (E, 14k) - Paul/Duncan, Dune

I love that this author writes for all of my favorite ships, I feel so spoiled! This is (yet another) banger following the 2nd Dune movie and a fascinating dive into Paul’s fractured mind struggling between his long-standing affection for Duncan and the intrusive thoughts under BG’s influence. So intense, vivid and thought-provoking. I was hooked from beginning to end and deeply immersed in this universe. Love me a fic about emotional implications and complications while delivering excellent character studies, this is the shit I live for right here 🤌🏼

Next up on my to-read list:

Home series by @hoko-onchi-writes (E, 22k)

In which Draco grows up hiding and finds out he doesn't want to do that anymore. And he doesn't want his son to hide, either. (…). In which Harry grows up in darkness, falls in love, fucks up, learns some things, and falls in love again.

Passing Stranger by @lettersbyelise (E, 53k)

Five years after the war, Harry, listless and depressed, stumbles upon Draco Malfoy playing the violin in an underground bar in Muggle London. The catch? Draco lost his memories five years ago. Ignoring his friends’ advice, Harry befriends an unwitting Draco, overlooking the fact that their mutual attraction might not survive if Draco’s memories return.

The Star Splitter by @oflights (E, 219k)

On a routine time travel assignment to the past, Draco stumbles upon 7-year-old Harry Potter and witnesses his neglect and mistreatment by the Dursleys. In the moment, there is only one solution, even if it goes against all his training as a Time Agent: he has to bring Harry back to the future with him. In which Draco burns his life down for the sake of his former school rival.

[starrypawz]

I'm aware I'm not the only person to do this but here's a post that was just meant to be me tracking up the description of Gerry's hair to see what is actually going on on that front but this also turned into a few other things that are quite interesting to think about. And I started

I will put this under a cut as it's long, also spoilers

So we first meet Gerry in 004

And he's described as having 'artificially black' hair and he's unshaven, this statement is set in Winter 2012 and is from the period where Mary is haunting Gerry post her death, this also occurs after the events of 012 as the incident in 012 is dated as happening on December 23rd 2011

Then in 012

Yet again, dyed hair, this time he's clean shaven which implies either Gerry tends to shave or he probably at least shaved for the sake of blending in for this incident

(This is also when Gerry had all his tattoos)

, this is also in 2011 and it's when Mary is still around but I'm not sure if she like actually somehow appeared at the hospital since it's never really said like how far Mary could like project herself as a ghost but either way somehow they signed him off to her.

Also to note from 012

Gerry has an expired passport with him, he's traveled a lot this lines up with what Gerry himself says in 111 that he and Mary traveled a lot (Also I personally feel he likely had a feeling he wasn't coming back from this and had that on him for... reasons)

Then in 035 we encounter teenage Gerry in 2002

He's described as thin, his hair is apparently obviously dyed, it's also described as 'greasy'

Also to note, this is where the statement giver implies Gerry is somehow stronger than he looks

Gerry then shows up in 048

He's described as scrawny here, and also described as having 'long black hair' this episode is set in September 2009 which would likely be about a year after Mary's death which is said to have happened in 2008 and in 111 Gerry does say the following

Also in 004 it's stated that Gerry seemingly disappeared after being acquitted

Also apparently someone moved into Pinhole Books in 2014

Also to note 062 where Mary talks to Gertrude and gives her Eric's page is set on the 3rd July 2008 meaning that Mary's death was somewhere after this point (I am going to assume likely not that long after this)

Mary speaks to Eric in 154 which is dated to the 21st July 2008 and also this is where Eric does ask her to track down Gerry and Gertrude has been aware of Gerry's existence for a good while by this point.

Also it's implied that Eric and Gertrude know what Mary was going to do

Another side note 080 is where we have Jurgen's encounter with Gerry which probably would've happened in 2014

And Gerry thinks this was in fact not Leitner

So now we come to 102

This statement was taken in June 2014 and is the source of the 'poorly dyed' description of Gerry's hair, this is the only time where the condition of his hair is really remarked upon other than in 035 where it's described as greasy (Which I personally feel was just as a result of Gerry being a teenager at a time as having greasy hair as a teenager happens to most people) so that was likely a one off moment.

Other references to Gerry's hair being dyed imply it's obviously dyed and an artificial looking black so I have another feeling that his hair looking the way it apparently does here is probably a one off since Gerry has been.... going through it to put it mildly.

And its stated that Gerry passes away a few months after this and in 111 Gerry states and since he says Mary haunted him for five years Gertrude seemingly was the one to seek Gerry out This was likely some point in 2013 (Going off what was calculated by people writing the tma wiki)

Allegedly The Catalogue was burned, or at least Mary's pages were Gertrude however seems to have The Catalogue in 2015 when she is arrested for tresspassing

Gerry was also unaware he was ill until it was too late

In 012 we find out Gerry's death was sometime in late 2015

And Jon finds the following out in 107

From what we have in 107 it's likely Gerry and Gertrude were heading to The Usher Foundation from Chicago but only got as far as Pittsburgh, this is where Gerry passes, Gertrude narrowly avoids arrest for being caught when binding Gerry to the Catalogue of the Trapped Dead and Gertrude travels back to England.

And then The Catalogue falls into Julia and Trevor's hands about a year late 109

(And yes can confirm the Greyhound route referenced by Jon does exist)

So that's the post

Things to Summarise

Gerry is apparently stronger than he looks, he is also canonically pale and thin/scrawny

He's described as having stubble in 004 but not 012 I have a feeling he tends to stay clean shaven but in 004 it's implied he looks like hes not slept for a few days (Likely due to Mary) 004 happened post 012

Gerry has an expired passport with him in 012 likely for identification reasons (I personally feel he had a feeling he might not be coming back)

Gerry was released into Mary's care after the events of 012 but it's not clear if Mary was physically there or not

His hair is obviously dyed, and always described as long. His hair is described as Greasy in 035 when he's a teenager, and Poorly Dyed in 102, 102 is set not long before Gerry died so I have a feeling that's probably part of the reason his hair is like that he's been going through it (tm)

Gertrude very likely knew about Gerry's existence pre 2008, she was asked to find him in July 2008 by Eric, She also spoke to Eric a few weeks after Mary approached her in July 2008 but didn't intervene until 2013

Mary's death was likely some point in Summer 2008, probably in July

Someone moved into Pinhole Books in 2014

Gerry also beat up Jurgen Leitner in 2014

Mary's pages were burned in 2013 but it seems The Catalogue was still usable since Gerry was put into it

Gertrude and Gerry most likely heading to The Usher Foundation before his death They'd been in Chicago and were traveling via Pittsburgh, which is as far as they got before Gerry died, Gertrude never did show up at The Usher Foundation.

Gerry died some point in late 2015, the Catalogue of the Trapped Dead was left behind and eventually vanished from the evidence locker and somehow ended up with Julia and Trevor just under a year later

[quarterlifekitty]

Hi I just RAN through all your writings and little drabbles and such and I am about to chew through the bars of my enclosure friend I swear to fuck.

Just dropping in to let you🫵🏻know some of my favorites

Can NOT stop thinking about the drabble/head cannon you did for konig where you meet him online and he helps you get a skin in your game when he surprises you at your place. It's so good. I want to gnaw on it (and him). He didn't technically lie! He just.....didn't exactly say how old he is. Sure he's like....double your age but hey! Do it for the plot! (The plot is now your entire life, konig is the plot.) It doesn't help that he's really just a good guy, he just happens to have strong emotions! So just let him provide for you, don't ask what he's doing in your country or why he needs to know if you have a passport. Totally for no reason. Absolutely none.

And then the thing you did about coercing you into anal? 😮‍💨Brother......focusing on Simons bit specifically for this one BUT him trying to play off almost thrusting into that hole as "an acciden', jus' slipped lovie" when he was in fact doing it on purpose makes me DIZZY. He wants it so bad, it's right there....if he just gets you cockdrunk enough ....maybe it'll make the burning stretch a bit easier to handle. Easier to work his way into the hole that is so tempting.

BUT ALSO! the fuckin. The goddamn baby trapping. Oh my god. It's. I'm. They just want chunky fat babies with their sweetie! Don't you think they deserve at least that? A family to call their own after all they've given? Years and years, scars and wounds and trauma, but no thanks? Nothing for their sacrifices? Well, it's about time that changed, isn't it? Just think about it, what a joy it would be if they came back from deployment to see their sweet thing with a big baby bump, waddling to greet them at the door ? They just love you so much, they have to show the world that. A fat baby with their father's eyes sitting on your hip as you grocery shop will do just that, won't it?

Anywho, I'll stop myself here. Just discovered your blog and. 🤭😗Enjoying it greatly.

Thank you soooooo muuuch! Seriously. This is like the kind of comment I dream of receiving. Also you’re so fucking correct about all of that. We love men that trick youuuuu lol

Honestly, I also love the gamer boyfriend König thing so much. Love the idea of König with like a NEET femcel type gf lol he would love that. No job, no school, no plans and horny with no outlet!! It’s perfect for him!! I’ve thought about doing a continuation for it. Maybe him getting you to move back to Austria. Fingering you on the plane while you’re focused on your switch (you’re showing him fire emblem. He usually sticks to online games, so he hasn’t played many JRPGs, but he’d like to get into them. Doesn’t escape him that you usually choose to marry the tallest, buffest bachelor available).

I am always down to write dubious Simon AND baby trapping!!! Love that shit lmao. Thank you again for your message!

[hughiecampbelle]

I Loved You, What A Tragedy (M.M. Oneshot)

((THE BOYS S4 FINALE SPOILERS))

Character/s: M.M.

Word Count: 1,629

Requested: Hiya! Can I request prompts 6. Fragile and 7. “You have nothing to worry about” with M.M.? Thank you! I really love your writing! - anon

A/N: INSPIRATION STRUCK!!! Omg my loves I have hated everything I've been writing when it comes to fics, but I am so happy to say ya gurl might be back!!! M.M. definitely needs more attention from the fandom, I love him and I am so lucky to be contributing to it! I really hope you like it!! Thank you for requesting my love!!!! Feedback is always appreciated! 💜💜💜💜

I’m okay, I’ll be okay. The more you say it though, the less he believes you. His arms wrap tighter around you, compressing you, your ribs kissing. I’m, I’m okay, you say again, your words shaking. Collapsing in like a star. Imploding. You have nothing to worry about, you try again, your voice is stronger this time. Stable. Concrete. Please M, I’m fine, you laugh, it bubbles up like vomit. He has no choice but to believe you. And yet, when he takes a step back, the tears that run down your face crush him. Shame and rage bloom in the middle of his chest, cracking his breastbone to sharp pieces, knife-like. Each penetrated his skin, his muscles, tearing him apart from the inside out. He places his hands on your shoulders, making sure you’re looking him in the eye. You call me the second you get there, I mean it. You just nod. No, he needs to hear you say it. I promise. I promise. You wipe your cheeks with the back of your hand, trying to laugh it off, feeling silly. Sensitive. You were pathetic. Everyone else had said their goodbyes, apologies and frustrations and self-blame wrapped up in hugs, in kisses on the cheek, in sorrowful looks across the parking lot. This was it. This was the end. They drove away with a wave, paired together out of love, out of necessity. You couldn’t make the same commitment. It wouldn’t be right. Go see Janine. This time you are all smiles. It hurts, though. The corners of your mouth are so heavy, so hard to lift, but this isn’t for you. It’s for him, his family. This is what’s right. Anything else, anything more, would be impossibly selfish. 

Something about your relationship had become incommunicable. Complicated. There was a certain neediness you didn’t recognize in yourself, in him, born and bred from the countless nights you spent together. At the office, doing surveillance in the van, merely keeping one another company. It wasn’t sexual, but it also wasn’t familial. It tiptoed the line between appropriate and inappropriate, platonic affection and something more, fascination and disgust, admiration and arrogance. Something would happen. Something would make you step over that line into unknown territory. Sometimes you stayed, made yourself comfortable. Other times alarm bells rang in your head, pulling you back to reality, flinching away in the process. Either one of you would retreat, lick your wounds, come back just a little more jaded. A little more careful. Wave the white flag until your arm grew tired, until you grew lonely, the cycle would repeat again. You and Marvin were undefinable. Outside of language. It only grew more estranged, more complicated the more time that passed. The more time you spent together. 

You flex your hands around the steering wheel, eyes facing forward. Beside you a backpack and passport burn their way into the passenger seat. Taking anything else, anything more, would have been greedy. You don’t look back no matter how much you want to. You picture his face, so much thinner these days, remorseful, stonelike. You imagine what he must be thinking, who he must be thinking about. Instead you listen: to the tires across the gravel, to the horn pressed twice. A final goodbye. A wish. Everything neither of you were willing to say emitted into two particular sounds. Every ounce of rage and humiliation and fear and joy, you experienced it together. Falling asleep beside him early in the morning. The countless conversations you share silently through your eyes, unable to speak or move. The despair, the distrust, when your friends would disappear or, worse, go rogue. The exhaustion. Collapsing onto the ground, bloody and pulsing. He was there, by your side, hushing your cries. He was there, taking off your shirt, gently wiping the cuts and bruises, his voice so soft, so sweet, so as not to cause more harm. He was there, through it all. Laughing until tears fell down your face, struggling to breathe. Grabbing your hand as you fled, afraid you’d fall behind. Sticking up for you against the group when your abilities were questioned. Like a music box being abruptly shut, slammed, the song you’d been hearing stops in the middle of its tune. That isn’t an ending, is it? It can’t be over that easily, right? Where was the rest? 

The road is empty and cold, fog pooling through the stretch of emptiness. You cracked the windows open hoping the cool air would wake you up, jolt you out of this mood. It doesn’t. It drags back memories, stories you tried to suffocate. He kissed you, that much you can still recall, still feel, still remember with certainty. Everything else felt too obscure, too uncertain. Uncontained. He kissed you. You can feel heat rising in your cheeks at the very thought. You were drunk, the both of you. Celebrating a miniscule win. Just the two of you. Your words start to slur. It’s hazy, you feel like a teenager again, unable to handle your liquor. He’s beside you, a smile spreading across his face. He says something, but you’re not listening. And then, suddenly, he leans across, filling the gap. He stops, pulling back, waiting for a reaction. You hold his face in your hands, holding your breaths before you kiss him. Needy, drunkenly, you climb on his lap. Every so often a laugh will escape one of you. Sober enough to understand the absurdity. You know what happens next and it’s devastating every time you relive it. He apologizes. He’s sorry. Sorry for doing that, for giving you the wrong idea, for making you think. . . Oh. You pull yourself together long enough to mutter something breathless before grabbing your things and leaving. He calls after you, begging, but you can’t go back. Not like this. When you see him again he tries to talk to you, explain himself, but you can’t. You can’t listen. You can’t hear all the ways you two would never work. It was nice, for a while, to pretend. Sooner or later you’d have to step back into reality, you should have realized. 

He wasn’t with Monique. He didn’t have a ring or a place back in her home, but they had Janine, they had to think about their family. To think you ever had a chance was foolish. He had two options and in the end it was you who’d made his decision for him. You printed up his plane ticket. Have that drink for me, on a beach far away from here. You mustered up a smile, tucking it into his passport. He tried to object, but you turned your back on him. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. He had people to think about, people to take care of. You and him, you signed up for this life. They didn’t. You’d been on your own a long time before them, before him, you could do it again. You could manage. It would get easier as time went on. You didn’t have a plan. Beaches and sunshine sounded nice, but you had to disappear. You had to die. Start anew. You hoped, someday, you’d see your friends again. In passing, across a busy intersection. Cars and crowds would pass, but you would stand still. You’d smirk and nod and share this unsaid understanding. You wouldn’t hug or cry, that would be too revealing. Even this hesitation would put you in danger. You’d linger a moment longer before carrying on with your journey. They too would resume their path. In a new country, under a new name, you would hold on to that image, but in the end, that’s all you’d be allotted. Your friends would move on with their loves, their partners, you must do the same. Find someone unassuming, someone ignorant of the world you faced, the harm, the danger. Someone, perhaps, like him. Enough of him to satisfy your cravings. Enough of him to never have to say goodbye. 

It happens so quickly. Chest aching, heart racing, pounding so loud in your head. Pain in your sternum, in your neck. Blood on the deflated airbag, dribbling down your forehead. The front of the car, the windshield, everything is mangled. Obliterated. Crushed. Tires screech. Smoke rises from what’s left of your car. Something metallic and solid dropped in the middle of the road. Quite literally thrown. You weren’t fast enough, you weren’t paying attention. You wheeze, gasp for air, trying to make sense of the last few seconds. Men in black vests with large guns surround you, trying to pull open the doors. The driver's seat is caved in. You can’t move. There’s yelling and threats, but you don’t understand. You’re stuck in limbo. You can’t move or speak. Everything happens painfully slowly. They fight with the door, grabbing at you, your limp body. Hands grab, guns point, but you have no control. You want to let out a great, bloody laugh. You do. Red splatters outward. You’re missing a couple teeth, your tongue prodding the empty sockets. Your face swells by the second, most likely bruised, but you can’t help it. You’re hysterical. This is it. You had a good run. You had a great run, even. You thought, in your last moments of consciousness, about the drink he would get. Fruity, punchy, tart. Marvin on the beach, Monique beside him, Janine in the water. There would be a paper umbrella and a curvy, swirly stem to his glass. You wouldn’t call him. You wouldn’t tell him you got there safely. There was too much damage. Too much adrenaline. You couldn’t feel most of your injuries. This was it. You were wrong: he should have been worried after all.

[mytalemyworld]

Cihan: I brought them here, put them under his nose. How can I make her stay here? Alya: He's hiding something.

After having watched two fragmans together again, I realize these two have so much power over me. Like, why do I get emotional because of out of context scenes? How do you explain it?

Cihan: I regret it. I wish I would have been the one who killed him. Alya: Cihan!

If the tenses aren't wrong, it seems Ecmel died. Lol. Or maybe he faked his death. I don't know, otherwise it doesn't make sense.

I think they fight after this scene. She is shocked. She is like, the last time we talked he wasn't like this, what happened to him?

I'll answer it. Sadakat happened. I swear the only reason this woman came into this life is to turn her children lives into a hell. Mother of the year! She is always and always throwing new burdens on her son's shoulder and wants him to deal with it. I am so f.cking done with her.

That's maybe why Alya says "Just when I started believing that you're not cruel, why are you doing this?"

Sadakat: This woman has become your weakness. She will turn your world upside down.

Grandma, your words are mostly poisonous and don't make sense, but once in a while, you just hit the bull's eye.

Cihan: Cihan is my son and Alya is my wife. I won't divorce her.

This is young Sadakat and she is unconscious.

Either she tried to commit suicide or …I don't want to talk about the other possibility, actually.

Sadakat knows her son is falling in love with Alya, she might not say it aloud (she's smart, once she mentions love, it will get dangerous) but she just knows it.

She can't see Alya as her daughter-in-law in any way. Because Alya has so much power over Cihan and he would burn the world for Alya and Deniz. Since Deniz is her grandson, she can't stop him, however if Alya becomes the reason he goes against everything, things probably will get out of hands. Because she knows her son very well. And she thinks what happened between her and Cihan's father is gonna happen to Alya and Cihan: He will love her so much and to protect her he will do anything.

Muzaffer: They're gonna pass the passport point, we can't take them back. Cihan: Stop.

I can't stop thinking about this. He just wants to see what she wants to do. Because she's hesitating and he wants her to stay by her own free will.

Look, they aren't lovers, they aren't even platonics, there are feelings developing but they are not even in denial phase, HOWEVER

Why tf does this scene ruin me as if they were madly in love with each other and he were waiting for her to realize she couldn't do without him?

[tawakkull]

SPIRITUALITY IN ISLAM: PART 62: ZAWQ AND ‘ATASH (PLEASURE AND THIRST)

Meaning the feeling of happiness and satisfaction, and enjoyment and amusement, zawq (pleasure) in Sufi terminology is one of the first breezes of Divine manifestation and one of the first gifts that appear from time to time on the horizon of witnessing the signs of God. It is also the invasion of the heart by which the “hidden treasury” of God is uncovered so that one can know Him by the rays of the Divine light, which we can call succeeding flashes of lightning. Furthermore, it is the first mansion where one can distinguish right from wrong. Yearning for lofty, elevated goals, for virtue, for sincerity and purity of intention in one’s actions, can be regarded as the passport for entering this mansion.

As long as one maintains relationship with God faithfully and from the heart, one begins to feel in the depths of the heart the spiritual pleasure that we can also call “imbibing,” but an “imbibing” without need for a cup or cup-bearer. This pleasure makes the travelers on the way to God intoxicated, according to their rank. As they feel the pleasure, they grow thirstier and desire more and more pleasure, with the result that thirst and satiation follow one upon another in the spirit. They express this state as Gedai did, who says:

O cup-bearer, in the fire of love,

I have burnt away, so give me some water!

This comes to the point where the travelers on the way to the Truth, their desire and yearning for Him ever growing, feel pleasure embedded in longing and satisfaction embedded in hunger. They burn with passion for the door that is ajar to be opened completely. The interruption of these favors is impressed on them like a fast, while the resumption of the favors is like a feast, and they murmur in expectation as Muhammed Lutfi Effendi does:

Offer the wine of union: it is time to break fast;

Improve this ruin: it is time to display favors.

Another approach to thirst is to see it as such a longing and passion for the Truly Beloved and Desired One that the initiate aches intensely for satisfaction saying, “My liver has become roasted: will there not come help in answer to my sighs?”; the heart of the initiate overflows with love, burns away in flames, and his/her eyes scan the horizon in expectation of Their Lord Who offers them pure drink (76:21). However, so long as a loving initiate remains imprisoned in the lampshade of corporeality, the Truly Beloved One does not manifest Himself to him/her in His perfection. This is why the thirst of the yearning lover who still lingers between corporeality and spirituality increases more and more to the point of being consumed in the flames. The following couplets by Sa'di al-Shirazi are truly beautiful in expressing such a degree of spiritual pleasure and thirst:

You show Your Face, then avoid showing Yourself,

Increasing thereby both demand for You and our heat.

Whenever I see the Beloved Who has seduced me into His love,

I am confused how to act, and bewildered on the straight path.

First He burns me in flames, then extinguishes with sprinkles of water,

This is why you sometimes see me in flames,

And sometimes drowned in water.

Just as ordinary pleasure with its painful and pleasant aspects impresses itself on other organs and parts of the body, so also this pleasure impresses itself on the heart and the conscience or on conscious human nature. God’s Messenger declared:

“One who is pleased with God as their Lord (The One Who sustains, administers, and brings up), who is pleased with Islam as their religion, and with Muhammad as their Messenger has tasted the pleasure of belief. ”[ Al-Muslim, “Iman,” 56; Al-Tirmidhi, “Iman,” 10. ]

He sometimes expressed this pleasure with the words used to denote bodily pleasures, as in the hadith where he prohibited his Companions from fasting every other day:

“I am not like you; my hunger and thirst are satisfied (by God in ways unknown to you). “[Al-Bukhari, “Sawm,” 48; Al-Muslim, “Siyam,” 55-56]

Whereas, the pleasure tasted by the heart and spirit as a result of spiritual life is purely spiritual, it is more constant when compared with ecstasy and feeds the heart and spirit with ever new radiations. As for ecstasy and stupor, they are gifts that come in certain states of the initiate’s journeying and, despite their being dazzling, they emerge in proportion to the seeker’s spiritual depth.

Pleasure also differs according to its sources. God’s promise of Paradise, eternity, and a vision of Him, one moment of each being superior to thousands of years of worldly life spent in happiness, in return for belief, confirmation, and obedience, is one of those sources of pleasure. Without considering any of the material and spiritual or worldly and other worldly joys, the conscious human nature’s pursuit of nearness to God and always feeling His company and Presence give another kind of pleasure. Completely freed from conceit and egoism, being favored with absolute nearness to God and feeling the uninterrupted pleasures of subsistence with God at the summit of seeing, hearing, and knowing Him alone, is another summit of taste. In short, everyone has their share in the spiritual pleasures in proportion to the degree of their belief, confirmation, and knowledge of the Almighty God.

It is when initiates feel indifference to bodily pleasures, when they are satisfied with them, it is then that they begin to feel constant thirst for spiritual pleasures. We can describe this as an unquenchable thirst. Initiates yearn more and more for the Divine gifts that an excellent guide will pour into their hearts through words and behavior, and feel their conscious nature open to an infinite degree to the knowledge and love of God and spiritual pleasures. Such a conscious nature or, rather, heart, which is its primary pillar, continuously yearns for God until it attains absolute nearness to Him. In time it is completely freed from the prison of corporeality and the density of bodily life and, favored with transcendence of time and space and flying in the heavens of the heart and the spirit, it constantly moves between thirst and satiation, expecting the doors that are slightly ajar to be opened wide.

When at last the disciple willing the Beloved and in love with Him becomes willed and loved by the Beloved, when illumined with His light, colored by His color, and, when, as a result of the burning manifestations of the Divine Existence, all things other than Him have been burned up, the true nature of existence shows itself. Beyond all states and appearances, the One, Unique Being is felt free from all qualitative and quantitative considerations and restrictions; He is the One Who creates all states and makes His servants go from one state to another, He is the one Who gives abundant favors, and the Creator of all acts and deeds. In the following verses, Jalal al-Din al-Rumi illustrates this highest degree of pleasure:

Drink such wine that the jar containing it should be the face of the Beloved,

And the cup in which it is offered be intoxicated with the wine itself.

Drink such wine from the cup of the Everlasting Face that

its bearer should be the One alluded to in Their Lord offers them pure drink.

When that wine is brought forth, it leads you to a purification

of the filth of corporeality at the time of intoxication.

How strange a drink, how exceptional a taste, how unusual a pleasure,

How nice a fortune, how great an astonishment, how peculiar a zeal!

Another Sufi, as if leading our hearts to taste the pure wine of pleasure, voices his feelings as follows,

See, all have been intoxicated when Their Lord offers them pure drink,

Four, five and seven; are all intoxicated by the Unending Majesty.

O God! Offer us of the wine of Your love and include us among those loved by You!

Let Your blessings and peace be on our master Muhammad, the master of all loved by You, and on his family and Companions, who are approved by You.

[noblemalone]

My partner is trans and american, currently living with me here in canada on a visitor's visa. Soon, we'll be applying for his permanent residency, with my sponsoring him as a common law spouse. I have no god to pray to but I'm still praying everything goes through because with what's happening in the states, I cant let him go back there.

He's from a blue state but that don't matter much. His passport has the correct designation, but his birth certificate and SSN are still under his sex assigned at birth. I worry what will happen if he has to try and live and work with this discrepancy there.

He's on T, and even without insurance it's cheaper here. I dont know how long it will be available for in his home country. If he has to go back home, how long will it be before he can no longer access this life saving medication?

We have very little money, we're barely making ends meet, and because of his visa, he cant work so I've been the sole earner for the last 15 months. We're going broke and tbh I dont give a fuck because this, moving in together, was the right decision. The PR application is gonna cost close to 1.5k and i dont give a fuck because he's not going back there, I'm not going to let him go back there, I'm not letting them make him unsafe. Not only do i need him in my home, in my life, beside me, but i need him safe.

Im not one to catastrophize, I've been on the "this is bad but let's be reasonable in our expectations" wagon for a while, but i just feel like... Maybe the fear mongering is getting to me, idk but i feel like the last protections americans have are being eroded... Trump has the tiktok propaganda machine in his pocket, he's working the system to fill all seats of power with yes-men, he's eroding the fabric of democracy by being ruthlessly disinterested in even appearing ethical... He is so power hungry and his belief in like, the Divine Right of Billionaires, its proven right by this election... If you have sufficient money and lies and moral disregard, you can do Anything...

All this to say i am extremely stressed out in a way i never have been before. Money is tighter than my grandma's asshole, the abstract political landscape is looking rocky as hell, and for the first time i have a personal vested interest in american politics and i feel like someone i love is in danger, and I'm mostly helpless to that. It's in the hands of my own government, who could reject him, and i just have to hope and pray to whatever that he can stay here and stay safe. I'm burned the fuck out, I've been hustling to keep us afloat, and we need more money, and i need this part to be over so i can stop worrying sbout it. If he has to go back idk how I'll carry on.

So yeah I'm pretty stressed rn

[burst-of-iridescent]

atla live action thoughts: episode 5

SPOILERS AHEAD

tw: opinions

things i liked:

the title of the episode being a nod to ghibli is cute since ghibli was a major influence on the original

jun hitting on iroh is so fucking funny. zuko's reaction is 100% on point it's giving that scene in book 2 where iroh flirts with the ba sing se official to get passports and zuko's all "great agni please kill me now"

guessing this episode is pulling from both the swamp and the winter solstice. not mad about it, they're probably trying to eliminate some of the early filler in s2 to save time in the next season if they get greenlit. this means we're likely not getting aang having his vision of toph though :(

katara actually seeing her mother be burned to death is so much more traumatizing than the original, but i do appreciate the depth it brings to how desperate katara is to learn waterbending because she wasn't able to save her mother when it mattered

koh is just as creepy as the original, but i wish they hadn't taken out that the way he steals faces is by goading his victims into showing emotion

mai and ty lee sleeping next to each other is very cute <3

idk if i was just imagining things but it looked like azula's fire briefly turned from orange to blue at the end. guessing the season is going to end with her getting her lightning and iconic blue flames

aang getting to have one more moment with gyatso to say goodbye and gyatso assuring him the air nomad genocide wasn't his fault... tearbending

things i disliked/am conflicted about:

why on earth would sokka's traumatic memory be nearly failing at ice dodging and having to be saved by bato??? the fact that sokka DIDN'T get to go ice dodging in the original was a great way of showing us what he'd lost without male influences in his life, and his success at it highlighted his quick-thinking and ingenuity. if we needed a traumatic memory, why not use the moment where sokka watches the men sail off to war without him?? especially since the live action is so focused on how sokka grew up too soon by having to be the protector of his village and this was one of the story beats in the original that told us WHY he felt the need to live up to some impossible ideal of masculinity

sokka and hakoda's relationship in the live action is just weird in general. sokka saying his dad didn't really support him being an engineer in omashu as though hakoda wasn't just as resourceful and inventive in the original? i don't buy that hakoda would've EVER spoken about sokka like that to bato either, which also defeats the entire purpose of foiling the zuko/ozai and sokka/hakoda relationship.

fox spirit yue (?) was downright odd

no clue what they're doing with azula's character or if i like it. on the one hand, i do find it plausible that ozai would use the threat of zuko to keep azula in her place, but she feels way too visibly threatened by zuko here when she didn't seem that way up till her breakdown in the original. why would she when she was ozai's golden child pretty much right from the start?

ty lee's wig is god awful

we're more than halfway through and aang has not waterbent ONCE or made any attempt to learn... bombastic side eye

overall episode rating: 6.5/10, mostly for the odd characterization decisions.

[1domegaverseficfest]

Omegaverse Fic Fest Weekly Recap

Hello beautiful people! This third week has already passed, with another batch of five beautiful fics revealed. Go check them out if you haven't yet, and please enjoy!

frightened by the bite, no harsher than the bark by @voulezloux

When you present as an alpha, there is an unspoken code you should adhere to. An alpha is a provider. They are the head of the family, they make sure there’s food on the table and things get done. An alpha is loyal to a fault for their mate. They are the ones who initiate a courtship, they are the ones who bite. An alpha is protective of what they feel is theirs. Whether it’s a baby doll given to them for a school project or, say, an international omega rockstar with very handsy fans, it is hardwired in them to protect, to shelter, to defend from harm. Harry, as the only alpha in his family of beta parents and omega sister, took this code a little too close to heart.

louis loves going to the barricade during his shows. if it’s because he’s got a bit (lot) of touch deprivation and is using it as an excuse to have his big alpha bodyguard, harry, touch him, well, that’s a secret he doesn’t need to tell.

You Are The Fever (What A Lovely Way To Burn!) by @yoursolosong

“You built this?” Louis whispered in a trembling voice. Harry's mind finally seemed to kick in and he rushed to explain, “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Lou. I know how weird this must look. I didn't mean to take advantage of your stuff behind your back, please, I am so sorry.” Harry was now a blubbering mess. He fucked up. He knew he fucked up. Real bad. It hadn't even been an hour since they made up and Harry fucked it all up. Again. Louis must think Harry’s a weirdo. God. “I will wash it all for you and give it back, I promise. We can both forget everything about-” He was cut by the sound of Louis growling. And oh shit. “You won't touch it,” Louis commanded. Or Harry is an alpha who realizes he’s also into alphas and wants to be submissive. He battles between his instincts and what he wants.

Lost But Won by @2tiedships2

“If you start out by talking about your weekend of golfing I swear to god I will stab you with a pen,” Louis said by way of greeting. There was a clunk on the floor and what sounded like shoes hitting the wall as Niall announced, “We have a guest. You might want to save stabbing me until you don’t have a witness.” “Well if they are obsessed with golf then…” Louis trailed off as he made his appearance in the living room. Harry’s mouth dried up. This was not the alpha that Niall had described. When Harry loses his passport after a weekend trip to see Niall, the inconvenience of being stranded in America becomes a little more bearable after meeting Louis. Or a lot more bearable.

The Capillaries In My Eyes Are Bursting by 5secoflarry

Two armoured palace guards stand there, speaking with the old, widowed beta. Harry watches curiously from the space in the back, ducking down a little in an attempt to hide. There have been whispers through the town of omegas being gathered and forced to the castle all week long - something about the King being ill - but Harry had thought they were only rumours….. OR Medieval times where King Louis is in a near death accident and enters a coma. The royal doctor says they have two weeks to find Louis’ true soulmate (omega) or he dies.

Scarred by @allwaswell16

As a male omega, Louis has learned to live with disappointment and rejection, but he dreams of the day he finds his soulmate. When Harry inadvertently rejects him as his soulmate, Harry has no idea he's doomed Louis to a slow, painful death. Pride doesn't keep Louis from telling Harry the truth. But love does.

Happy reading, kudosing, and commenting!

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

high infidelity | eight

Got lovestruck, went straight to my head got lovesick all over my bed *Ellies POV* After Tyler’s dramatic phone call I was relieved to know he at least got the papers and I could finally start to put this behind me. Noah looked concerned the whole time and I assured him everything I was fine. We got into an Uber and headed to the hotel Noah had booked before he knew I was gonna surprise him in Seattle. I felt guilty that he was paying for all of this but he told me it was fine and wouldn’t take my credit card when I offered it to him. I guess this was part of his language, oddly enough, it was also mine.

“Okay, I have something we can do tonight that I am going to pay for.” “And what would that be?” Noah replied as he poked his head out of the hotel bathroom. “I want to give you the full Canadian experience and nothing says that better than going to a playoff hockey game.” “That sounds expensive.” He replies, pursing his lips. “How much are tickets?” “I’m not telling you.” I said backing away from him as I quickly purchased tickets on my phone. “Ellie, tell me.” Noah replied sternly as he chased me to the other side of the room. He caught up to me and grabbed me from behind, trying to snatch my phone. Jokes on him, shit like this gives me a thrill. “Too late.” My lips curved into a smile as I showed him my screen with the purchased tickets. “You’re unbelievable.” Noah turned me around and threw me onto the bed. He had this look in his eye I haven’t seen before and it was equal parts terrifying and intriguing. My face was burning and I could feel my heartbeat between my hips the longer he looked at me. I followed his gaze as he crawled over me, clasped my hands above my head in one swift movement and lowered his mouth to mine. Our lips were just brushing and I was begging for him to kiss me. “I’m gonna make you pay for that.” “Buy me a beer at the game then, babe.” He didn’t reply, he just crashed his lips into mine and my heartbeat got louder. My hands were still clasped and he wouldn’t let go. He finally let go of my hands and he wrapped his hand around my neck with hardly any pressure. Our eyes met and I just nodded to say I was okay with what he was doing, he smirked and grabbed onto my neck tighter before kissing me again. I left my hands gripped on his sides, I could tell he was enjoying being in the drivers seat and I wasn’t going to take that away from him as our kisses grew sloppier. He broke away from me like he has before I thought it was over, but I was wrong. My breath hitched as he pulled the straps of my tank top down and he started to kiss down my neck, my collarbones before trailing kisses on the top of my breasts. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He breathlessly said, looking up at me as he lied between my hips. My eyes were pleading for him to continue but we were interrupted by a knock on the door. Noah cursed under his breath as he walked over to the door. I fell back onto the bed as I waited for my heart rate to go back to normal. I turned my head and saw Noah standing there flustered, his face was a million different shades of red and I covered my mouth with my hands trying not to laugh.   “I left my passport at the front desk” He laughed. His hair was a mess and his face was flushed the perfect shade of pink and it was driving me wild. I wanted more but I could tell our moment was over. “Well if you’re going to a hockey game, we better get you some gear.”

[myhauntedsalem]

The Unexplained Mystery of Granger

A young man, Granger Taylor was a mechanical genius that was self-taught. He dropped out of school in the eighth grade, however, at the age of only fourteen he built a one-cylinder automobile which is now on display the Duncan Forest Museum along with a steam locomotive that he hauled out of the woods and restored. At age seventeen he overhauled a bulldozer that no one else could repair. He built a replica of a World War II fighter plane that was snatched-up by a collector for $20,000.

Granger always wondered how Flying Saucer were powered. He built his own out of two satellite dishes, one top and one bottom, as an inspiration. His “flying saucer” became a home-away-from-home with couch, TV and a wood stove. He would often sleep in his “space craft”.

He later said he was in contact with extraterrestrials that were going to show him how their technology works. He told everyone he was going for a trip on an alien space ship. Then one night in November of 1980 he disappeared and left a note for his family. To this day, despite an RCMP investigation, he has never been found, nor have they found any possible clues as to his whereabouts.

The Granger Affair is certainly a great Canadian mystery. Surely a man of his obvious mechanical talents would not go unnoticed had he simply slipped away in the night. After a four year investigation authorities haven’t a single lead to where he might be.

The Granger Taylor Flying Saucer rests on stilts in the backyard of the Taylor home at Duncan on Vancouver Island. It is a mute memorial to its builder, young Granger Taylor.

“He built his spaceship out of two satellite receiving dishes and outfitted it with a television, a couch, and a wood-burning stove. He became obsessed with finding out how flying saucers were powered, spending hours sitting in the ship thinking and often sleeping there,” wrote Douglas Curran in his book: In Advance of the Landing: Folk Concepts of Outer Space (1985).

Then one November night in 1980 Granger Taylor simply disappeared.

He left behind a yard strewn with old tractors; machine engines, vintage automobiles, a bulldozer, as well as a note which read:

Dear Mother and Father, I have gone away to walk aboard an alien ship, as recurring dreams assured a 42 month interstellar voyage to explore the vast universe, then return. I am leaving behind all my possessions to you as I will no longer require the use of any. Please use the instructions in my will as a guide to help. Love, Granger.

The forty-two months were up in May 1984 and his parents, Jim and Grace Taylor, leave the back door unlocked in case their son shows up. But he never has.

Granger Taylor left school in the eighth grade and found work as a mechanic’s helper, showing a flair for repairing machinery. At the age of fourteen he built a one-cylinder car which is on display at the Duncan Forest Museum. He constructed a replica of a World War II fighter plane, and he left behind his silver-and-red flying saucer.

He told a friend a month before he disappeared that he was in mental contact with someone from another galaxy and that he was in receipt of an invitation to go on a trip through the Solar System.

“On the night that Granger disappeared, ” wrote Curran, ” a storm struck the central part of Vancouver Island. Hurricane winds were reported and electrical power was knocked out. Granger vanished, along with his blue pick-up truck.

“After four years of ‘exhaustive checks’ of hospital, passport, employment, and vehicle records, the Royal Canadian Mounted Police have not uncovered a single clue as to the whereabouts of Granger Taylor. ‘I can hardly believe Granger’s off in a spaceship, ‘his father said. ‘But if there is a flying object out there, he’s the one to find it.’ ”