#i whish i was rich

[mythacality]

[POTENTIAL SPOILER? WARNING FOR FAIRLY ODD PARENTS, A NEW WHISH]

[WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS?]

Hi, yes, I would like to adopt the rich kid who has emotional issues and suffers from a absent father who clearly doesn't care or love him.

Poor Dev, I feel bad for him. : [

[glassesntea]

Levi and female!reader developing a relationship (Canon Universe)

Part 1/2

How your foolish idealism land you into the Survey Corp

You were born in a rich merchants family of Stohess. The only girl out of four children, with three protective older brothers and a younger one whom you adored. With all of your cousins being male too, you were spoiled rotten by both your parents and various uncles and aunts.

Your life was carefree, uneventful. You were well loved by your friends, you had various interests.

You loved parties, flirting and going out with boys. Your first boyfriend broke up with you when he started the cadet training, eventually becoming an assigned MP in Stohess. You both left in friendly terms and still meeting each other to chat.

Thanks to him you came to know all the events following the Trost battle. Your interest started to stir.

Then the Female Titan appeared in Stohess.

You lived in an area unffected by the distruction, but the idea of Titans so close to your loved ones disturbed you. And instigated your curiousity even more.

That tiny germ planted in your head by the tales of outsiders, people who can turn into Titans and secrets surrounding the Walls, blossomed after the retaking of Shiganshina and the truth of the world finally unveiled.

While you were reading the newspaper you felt a mixture of rage, exaltation, hope... your lifestyle, all of the sudden, appeared dull and meaningless. You wanted to see these things yourself, wanted to help and free Eldia from the hated Marley.

Whitout telling anyone you fleed one night to enroll in the Cadets Corp, whishing to join the Scouts.

After being shouted in the face by Shadis during the presentation of the recruits...

"Y/S, uh? If I had a penny for all the time I have heard idealistic bullshit like yours, I would be richer than your daddy. What fucking happened?? He didn't buy you the pony you wanted??"

You were summoned in his office the day after just to find Shadis together with your parents, your eldest brother and your former MP's boyfriend. Apparently he snitched on you.

Your parents and brother tried to reason with you, saying it was dangerous, that you were following a blind idealism without caring the consequences.

In the long run they were right on a lot of things. You'll end up thinking about their warnings and concernes often in the years following the Rumbling.

Your ex was equally adamant trying to get you kicked out of the corp.

He said he was worried for you and told Shadis that considering your upbringing you'll have problems recognizing authority and discipline.

You didn't miss the glare Shadis gave him: "I have teached you and countless cadets before you, kid. Are you implying that I can't do my job?"

Your ex boyfriend winced at Shadis threatening tone. In the end you were allowed to stay. They thought you wouldn't last long in this setting and you would come back home soon.

You swore to yourself not to give up.

Military life teached you a lot on discipline, surely it wasn't easy for you to get used to this kind of hardship but your strong will allowed you to graduate with good scores, despite not being in the top 10.

You stood at attention with your fellow recruits, listening to Commander Hanji speech and you were pleased to notice that the majority of your comrades decided to join the Survey Corps.

With other three friends from the cadet's years you were assigned to Varis and it wasn't rare that in some training sessions with the ODM gear Jean Kirschstein, one of the hero of Shiganshina, would tutor you to perfect the movements.

Despite being younger than you of two years you came to deeply respect Jean. Through him you created a friendly bonds with both Connie and Sasha.

Sasha trained you with the rifles and you share with her the things your parents sent you like you did with your bunkmates back in trainings: goods, soaps and other things. There were too much of these, anyways.

She invited you to spend the evenings in her's and Mikasa's room.

Mikasa wasn't as talkative, but she was polite with you and,slowly, she started to warm up to you.

In the mess hall it wasn't uncommon for you and your friends to sit at a table with Connie and laughing to tears over a bowl of soup at some of his stories: especially the ones that involved a livid Shadis punishing him and Sasha for some of their antics.

Floch Forster was another commanding officer you get along with, at least for a little while.

When you were assigned guarding the Marleyan's POW, watching them from your post, Floch passed by and you salute him.

"Everyting's in order?"

"Yes, sir" your eyes narrowed when a prisoner glared in your direction and Floch noticed.

"Don't bother, they are exactly where they deserved to be."

You straighted your shoulders "They'd better remember that, after what they put us through."

Floch nodded, regarding you with a renowed interest "Y/N, right? I'm glad that some people still have some common sense, you are absolutely correct."

It was too long that I had to divide this introduction part in two because I reached the world limit. Why can't I be more succint? T-T next part continue from where I stopped.

[etaindelaserna]

Can I ask from this ask game : https://www.tumblr.com/toomanyfandomsthings/749729499738996736/send-me-a-ship-and-a-number-and-ill-tell-you?source=share

No. 2, 10, 11, 12, 15 for Dramione, KakaSaku and SukuIta....Thanks 🌻

Dramione

No 2. Draco's love letters are written on the best pergament one can buy with gold. In addition he has made an effort to charm them to smell like freshly mown grass, because he knows how much Hermione adores the smell. His impeccable handwriting and phrasing are meant to turn these letters into literary pieces of grandeur about the nature of love and how obessed he his with Hermione and when she is finally going to marry him BUT in reality they are discussions about charm and potion theories, books they think the other should read and A LOT OF arguing about the practical application of said theories. There is still a lot of flirting and teasing on Draco's part, which never fails to either make Hermione almost explode or smile with the hint of a blush on her face. Hermione takes her responses very seriously and thus they are always too long, which in return causes Draco to point out, that she had made her point already 3 pages earlier. Since Hermione doesn't really get the hint that Draco is indulging her with these discussions, he at one point had started to include book pressed flowers with his letters. He even extended that to her most read books in the library.

No. 10. They are united by their love for adventure and fantasy shows that have either a certain storytelling or entertainment quality to them. They watched Game of Thrones, Vampire Diaries (of course comparing these vampires and werewolves to the real deal), Westworld, The Walking Dead (but only till season 5), Once Upon a Time (they're both intrigued by how mystical magic is portrayed), Stranger Things, Charmed, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, True Blood, Xena, The Witcher and American Gods. They tried to watch Outlander but Draco was annoyed that Hermione seems to get awefully quiet every time Jamie smiled or smirked or was shirtless, so Hermione watched Outlander, Spartacus and Rome on her own. Draco on the other hand was hiding from her Band of Brothers, Homeland, House of Cards and The Pacific.

No. 11. Draco's first impression of Hermione was, that she seems to be just as snotty and aristocratic in the way she carries herself as he was but without the name or reputation to back it up. She thought too highly of herself, her opinions and seemed to think she was better than anyone else. She seemed to only help others if it benefited her. Hermione thought Draco to be just another rich brat, who thinks Daddy's money is going to solve all of his problems instead of working hard.

No. 12. They don't talk about it, athough Draco is dropping hints and he wants to negotiate what they are going to do for their anniversary, but Hermione says, she's too busy and whatnot. In the end Draco kidnaps her. They are visiting Versailles and the Louvre and he schedules an interview with one of Hermiones favourite authors. Hermione feels guilty for not realizing how much this day means to him and allwos him to take her to a fancy restaurant. Afterwards they take a walk along the Seine and they dance and laugh and drink a bottle of wine. She tells him, she loves him and kisses him and in response he asks her if they now can start working on "Project Baby".

No. 15. Sometimes Hermione whised Draco wasn't so high and mighty but then he wouldn't be Draco and she wouldn't be able to tease him about it. Draco sometimes whished Hermione wasn't so god damn selfless all the time, he whished she would take more care of herself instead of sacrificing everything for everyone.

KakaSaku

No. 2. Kakashi's love letters are basically just post-its or random torn-off pieces of paper which Sakura finds EVERYWHERE: on her desk, her drawer, the fridge, among her medical supplies, sailing out of her clothes or stuck to her backpack. They mostly contain one or two sentences, sometimes just a word or a doodle. But the most emportant thing: they always make her smile. Sakura's love letters are at least two pages long and contain detailed reports about a new medical jutsu she has mastered, a new food item she has tried or the complete mystery of why all of her plants keep on dying. In between she slips sentences about what he would have said or done in these situations. One of Kakashi's ninken has been put on mail duty and is to stay with her until Sakura has finished her reply.

No. 10. Sakura would never admit it but she actually enjoys watching rom coms, period drama or soap operas with Kakashi. Not because she wants to use them as ammo to tease him about it but because they are lighthearted entertainment with some analysis or commentary about the hardships of relationships sprinkled in every now and then. They ease her mind and she adores how invested Kakashi is. It's kinda cute. They watched Bridgerton, How I met your Mother, Ugly Betty, My Secret Romance, True Beauty, Downton Abbey, Poldark, Tudors and Outlander. The more teenage-targeted shows like Vampire Diaries, Never Have I Ever, Reign, Riverdale, Smallville and One Tree Hill she keeps to herself. Kakashi doesn't watch anything if it's not with Sakura.

No 11. Kakashi's first impression of Sakura was that she is just another kid who hasn't figured out life yet and who is still too focused on herself and on superficial things that won't matter in the long run. He tries not to judge her too harshly for her perspective because just like all genin, she'll have to grow up faster then she thinks. Sakura had a hard time believing that this man really was an elite shinobi with a widespread reputation that makes him known, respected and even feared by s-class criminals. He seemed too goofy, yet bored to be their teacher and not really interested in teaching, which enraged her.

No. 12. Sakura debated with herself for a long time whether she should bring up the "anniverseries" topic at all with Kakashi. Not because she thought he was indifferent to it. The contrary: she knew him to be a hopeless romantic. So she felt a lot of pressure to deliver something profound. Kakashi noticed within a week what it was that put Sakura under this much stress and decided to plan little things for them before the actual date: they tried the new ice cream flavor in Konoha's one and only gelato shop, he bought a new board game for Saturday nights, they went to take pictures of them with silly little hats and mustaches, they took a dance class together and tried to paint a portray of each other, which caused Sakura to laugh so hard, she almost peed herself. It made Sakura realise that they didn't have to do anything super extraordinary. So when their anniversary came around, they spent the better part of it assembling a new kitchen cupboard. Sakura cooked Kakashi's favourite dish and in the afternoon they went to the book shop and challenged each other to find the funniest romcom title books. They read them out aloud and whoever laughed first, lost. Sakura lost and Kakashi decided to drag her to a karaoke bar. Afterwards they sat down in the park and watched the stars together.

No. 15. There are times when Kakashi wished Sakura had abandoned Sasuke earlier. Not from her life but from her heart. A lot of her training and strength was a result of not wanting to put the burden of dealing with Sasuke on Naruto alone. Some of her heart was broken and it took a long time to fix the damage. Sakura wished Kakashi wouldn’t try to handle everything by himself all the time.

SukuIta

No 2. Yuuji loves to write love letters. He spends hours deciding on the perfect paper and what kind of colours Sukuna likes or doesn't like. When it comes down to the actual writing, Yuuji isn't a man of huge or many words. He likes to ask Sukuna silly questions such as "Would you still love me if I was a worm?" or "Do you want to be my boyfriend? Yes, No, Please don't check both". Yuuji decorates the letters with little hearts or flowers, sometimes slipping in one of the fotos he's taken of Sukuna while eating or napping with a commentary on the back of it. Sukuna would rather die than admitting that he kind of adores Yuuji's innocent, silly displays of attachment. He still thinks they're a waste of time. If he didn't like the brat, the brat would know. But he doesn't want to be an asshole so he either writes Yuuji beautiful poems or paints something in return. But he never answers Yuuji's letters, which bothered Yuuji at first, but then he read the first poem and still tries to recover from that.

No. 10. Yuuji always thought it would be such a headache to persuade Sukuna to watch ANYTHING with him, let alone comedy horror, body horror or horror with some romance or strong friendships sprinkled in it, but no. Sukuna does complain a lot about the nonsensical plotlines or the lack of gore at times but for the most part he was down to watch What We Do In The Shadwos, Ash Vs. Evil Dead, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, The Last of Us and The Walking Dead. Since Sukuna wanted a little bit more suspense and psychological horror he blackmailed Yuuji into watching American Horror Stories, The Hounting of Hill House and Hannibal. Ulterior motive here being to make Yuuji snuggle up to him. Sukuna doesn't bother watching anything without Yuuji but Yuuji tries to hide the fact that he likes to watch Jane The Virgin, Sex Education and Young Royals when he feels down.

No 11. Sukuna's first impression of Yuuji was that he thought him to be weak and overly concerned with the safety of others to the point of it being not entertaining anymore. Just an annoying brat who lets himself be easily manipulated and who would break under the slightest pressure. And yet said brat was able to control him, which angered Sukuna beyond measure. At least his vessel had a great physique if nothing else. Yuuji on the other hand felt indifferent about Sukuna at first. He didn't know who or what he was only that he wasn't about to surrender his body to him.

No 12. Yuuji thinks anniversaries are important because it’s important to make new memories and also to remember the old ones. Sukuna couldn’t care less but let’s the brat do whatever he likes to do for an anniversary. So they end up in the ice cream shop from where they kissed for the first time and eat ice cream until they feel ill. Afterwards Yuuji drags Sukuna into a nearby park to watch the clouds together. Sukuna thinks it’s silly but he is indulging Yuuji and at least he gets to cuddle with him.

No 15. Yuuji wished Sukuna would stop thinking that Yuuji only likes him for his power. This and that he has zero empathy for everybody else. Sukuna wished Yuuji would finally use his power for selfish reasons and unleash his full potential. That’s something he wouldn’t be able to forgive him.

[mademoisellemacabre]

Tumblr help!

I am looking for an artist who paints really controversial religious paintings on really big canvases. He uses a lot of purple paint for shadows and a lot of golden leafs, so they look really rich, like they were ordered by Vatican itself. They looked very classical

They depicts bishops, priests and nuns in sexual way but it reads rather like critical commentary on modern Christianity and hypocrisy of people of church when it comes to sex

I remember the one when one bishop was kneeling on all four, while being on golden leash and trying to drink, like a dog, from a golden goblet whish is used in Christian mass.

The other was a bishop, clearly in extasy while a white dove was flying under his robe.

I have seen it on tiktok, I think the artist might be Spanish but I am not sure. He showed the whole process of painting on his videos

Please please please help! I loved those paintings and I can't stand it that Ive forgotten his name

[maipareshaan]

I think whining about toxic ppl being endgame or whatever is dumb but and i'm not doing that, its just that i don't get Carried and Mr. Big, like from a wish fulfillment fantasy point, clearly he's a standard fantasy especially in the way like oh he's rich and handsome and emotionally off and then he comes through and all, but i just don't get some the decisions in the movies, like it just seems like Carrie compromises a lot and that's not whish fulfillment to what you would think the target is, like you get it. Hmm idk maybe i don't get it, matbe my premise of wish fulfillment is off like it doesn't have to be written for that, i just think it has little charm but i guess it has value for what it is.

No there is like something weird about it, like Carrie is a sex blogger, yet when she is with her girlfrends and they are all talking about how many times they fuck in a week she won't tell. Like is that supposed to be some sort of oh she said too much before now she is private but why..idek like its just annoying, it just feels very bigish you know like its man vibes, it all feels like a middle aged man's wish fulfillment to me. Which again fine, maybe i'm wrong, the vibes are weird.

[fantomette22]

Bloodborne characters names meaning & signification

A few weeks ago, I looked at the meanings/origins of some of the characters names. Some were quite interesting! So, I’ve wanted to do a big post with ALL the names we know to share with everyone.

There are already some great posts about the translations of the original Japanese names and winch countries these names originated from (so I won’t go in details on that). 

I won’t detailed either how the dev might have chosen this or this name because it’s also the name of an important history/religious figure either. And I won’t be talking about the great ones names, the locations names or the item/weapon names (except a few). But this post on reddit explained it well. 

A lot of names have European roots. Latin (central& west), but also Slavic (north & east) and there’s a lot of old French names too. I hope this post could provide some insight or just be a reference if someone is looking for something. If you know something else let me know ! 

Let’s begin then! (I classified them by alphabetical order):

Adeline: Meaning noble, nobility, noble one.

Adella: Meaning noble too, kind…

Alfred: “elf/magical counsel”, wise counsellor, wise, sage…

Amelia: work, hard work / (Emilia (it might be the original intended name: rival, laborious, eager).

Annalise: Grace of/by God & similar sentences, or even graceful light.

Antal: break of day, inestimable worth/priceless one/beyond price.

Archibald: genuine, bold, brave.

Arianna: most holy, silver.

Brador is not a name that exist so the closet thing that exist is “Bardot/Bardeau”, it seems to be a location name to a family coming from Perigord (west France, actual department/county of Dordogne).

Caryll means “man” and seems to come from the name Carroll (man) or Charles (free man). 

Damian: to tame, subdue. In Greek Damianos means master, overcome, conquer; Saint Damien was the patron of the physicians (another Christian martyr).

Djura is not a name that exist. It would be a variant of Georges/Jorge apparently (farmer).

Dores: Came from “doré”, golden in French. It was given to people with blonde hair apparently. But it seems to mean pain, suffering, (lady of) sorrows. Came from Dolores meaning “pain”. That same latin word give “douleur” (pain) in French as well.

Edgar (/Edgard): means rich/ prosperous and spear.

Eileen: (little) bird, strength, desired, bright one, shining light in Greek, (derived from Evelyn it seems it could come from Irene/Helen… too)

Evelyn: desired, whished for (fit with the description of weapon?), beauty, water, island (fit with Cainhurst) and “whished for child” too… (it’s not the only one like you will see a bit later…it’s a bit weird that it’s another person of Cainhurst who share this meaning too).

Gascoigne: Like the origin of “Brador” it’s a French surname, meaning someone who came from Gascony/pays de Gascogne, actual department/county of “des Landes” & “Hauts Pyrénées”, southwest of France.

Gehrman:

Russian/Slavic origin and means spear, spear bearer/user or something related to it. And he indeed does have a scythe so… It’s also the alternative name of a Caloian/Bulgarian ritual. In it, a “clay doll/effigy” is broken or buried (funeral?) to fertilize the earth (circle of life & death too etc…)  So, it’s really interesting and intriguing. And “German” means Warrior.

Gilbert: bright promise, pledge, hostage, bright/famous (the feels T_T)

Gratia: favor, blessing, grace

Gremia: doesn’t exist too; the closet is Geremia who means “god is high/the lord exalts (Jeremiah, Jeremy…)

Henriett/(Henriette): home leader/ruler, keeper of the hearth

Henryk: home leader too

Iosefka: “god will provide”? it’s not really a real name. Jozefka/Jozefina see Jozef

Izzy: god’s promise, (gift of Isis/god). Could be another variant of Georges/ Isidore/ Isabel-Isaac…even Elizabeth perhaps…

Jozef: “Jehovah (he should)increases” (Joseph)

Laurence:  boy & girl name meaning “from Laurentum” (city in Italy). That came from Laurel (Laurier) too (the crown wear by the Roman emperor).

Saint Laurence is also a christian martyr figure during the end of the roman empire who was burned alive. When asked where he hid the treasures of the church, he says the true treasures where the people, the poors.

Leo (cut Vileblood hunter): in latin it means lion, so “lion hearted, brave” as well

Logarius: it doesn’t’ exist. This one is really complicated but from what I found the first half could be “reason, judgment…”+ Christians figure. From a retranslation we can find something close to “Roger” meaning “famous spearman”. 

Ludwig: it means “famous fighter/warrior/in battle” it fit well indeed.

Madaras: Is a surname, it seems to mean “impure, bald, humid, wet, spots…” it depends on the language too.

Maria:

I saw a lot of different meaning for this one. I tried to put everything I could here but there’s a lot. What’s sure is that I personally think that all this meaning perfectly describes our dear lady of the Astral Clocktower! It’s actually crazy how some of these seems to characterize her so well. (Well done fromsoftware)

So, we got: star/drop/lady of the sea, (sea of) bitter, “” sorrow (sometimes these meanings are mixed), rebellious, beloved/loved and “wished for child”.

A common 18-19th century name. (A lot of important figures had that name. The more known is Saint Maria/Mary the mother of Jesus.

Micolash: monkey/primate it seems but “Nicholas” means “victory of the people/people of victory”. St Nicholas is the patron of children, scholars, sailors…

Norbert (cut content, originally the name of the cleric beast: “northern brightness”. It was the name of a saint too.

Olek: “defender of men/humankind/people, protector of – “

Paarl: not really a name (or an African one at least) and means pearl & perhaps the Japanese name is closer to “Paul” that means small or humble. Name of a saint too.

Patches: Well, our dear spider… comes from “Peter” means rock/stone, fight, patch (Patch seems to signify “noble” too?). under this form it’s more a female name as well?

Rom (Roma in Japanese): Our other dear spider. Reference Roma/Rome the city and Roman (empire). It’s also another name of the goddess Lakshmi (Hindu)…

 Simon: to (be) hear/listen, reputation

Valtr: easily upset, unstable, unsteady but also to rule, army, warrior

Viola: purple; violet (the flower)

Vitus: “lively, life giving, life”; came from the latin “vitae” who give “vie” in French, who means life. Could come from Vitu/widu which signifies woods, forest.

 Wallar: wallfahrer, pilmgrim (family name) it’s in the theme or the chalice dungeon enemies. And Waller means “wall maker, powerful one”

 Willem: means “resolute/determined protector”, defender, guardian, helmet

(The Defender of knowledge/ eldritch truth? The protector of humans from it? It’s quite interesting as well).

 Yamamura: “mountain village” a Japanese name of course

Yurie (Julie): grace of the lily (Japanese) Depends of the 3 kanji used but could signified: reason, logic, blessing, friend, lily, branch… Julie would be a more appropriate translation, it means “youthful”

Bonus:

Mergo: related to water and hide, “flood, swallow, hide, conceal, bury »; the latin name gives submerged & immerged…

Flora: What a surprise, flowers

Lucen: it’s the name I give to my hunter; I wanted to named him “Lucien” but I needed something unique too, so I come up with this. It means “light”.

Byrgenwerth or the college of the grave, surround by water

Byrgen: burial place, grave, tomb, 

Werth : surrounded by water  

Cainhurst -> Cain. Son of Adam & Eve, killed his brother Able, sins etc… but I saw something relating it to some woods too?

Rakuyo: fallen leaf

[hotforharrysheart]

The Pink Room: Part 2

The light in the bathroom flickered from the glow of candles the scent of coconut and vanilla swarming you in the tub. Harry had pulled a small table in next to the tub where two partially filled glasses of dark, rich, red sparkling wine sat reflecting the flames. In the candlelight the bubbles looked like little round glitter globes twinkling like stars in the sky. You could hear them popping softly along with the occasional trickle and whish of the bathwater around your intertwined legs. You’d pulled your hair up in a high bun, but wisps had fallen wetly sticking to your neck as you leaned back against his chest. You feel deliciously well-worn, truly, and properly fucked from Harry’s introduction to the new room he’d had renovated here at the pink cottage; your place, no, our place, where there were no screaming fans, no podcasts to be recorded, just plenty of privacy and the priceless perfection of living in a bubble of warmth and togetherness. God forbid anyone who attempts to break that bubble. You’d realized just how invasive people, even friends from long ago, could be over the last 24 hours and Harry had known how much you needed the comfort of some time here. He’d also known how much you needed to feel his love and protection, at least as much as he could offer. You released a deep sigh, closing your eyes, enjoying the warmth of the water. However luxurious you surroundings, your deepest satisfaction came from being wrapped up in his long arms.

Hearing your sigh he tightens his arms, hand splayed below your breasts. "Y’Ok?" He whispers next to your ear.

You take a sip of wine while your free hand intertwines with his on your tummy. “Mmmm…so good. I just…being close to you…your arms wrapped around me just soothes me. You’re like human Xanax and I’m utterly addicted,” you say, leaning your head back and kissing down his neck.

He smiles placing both yours and his glasses back on the table and wraps his arms around your shoulders tight. “I feel the same way. It’s…never had this befo’…no’ sure I ever wanted it ‘til now.”

You raise your foot outta the water and curl your toes over the edge of the tub. He looks at your shiny wet leg and asks, “How’re ya legs. Ya sore at all? Were stretched open for a good while.”

You angle your head back again, feeling the scruff on his face against your cheek. “I’m ok. Might feel it in the morning, but,” you rest your lips below his earlobe and continue with a whispered, “I’m fine right now, perfect actually.”

Turning his head toward you, he kisses your lips softly. “Good.” He clears his throat. “So d’ya really like the room?”

“Harry, its beautiful and private and…sexy,” you answer with a shy smile.

He smiles proudly, “Well, ’s ours ta fill wi’ whatever we wanna fill it wi’. D’ya have any ideas about wha’ else ya’d like to see in there?”

"Hmmm...not sure? I mean...I…, those tricky ankle cuffs were a surprise, are they attached to the bed?" You ask quietly.

"Yeah, there's a couple at the bottom an' the top tucked away." He says a matter-of-factly. “D'ya see there's a leather covered bar across the headboard and the footboard so we have something to hold on to for balance or leverage," he says. "Course I can tie ya there too if I wan'" he whispers kissing the shell of your ear. "D'ya like being restrained?"

"More than I care to admit," you whisper shyly.

He smirks against your ear and tightens his arms around you, your breasts lying over his forearm. "But see, tha's wha' I'm talkin' 'bout. Wan' ya to admit it. Wan’ ya to admit everything. Don' hold back on me. This is our place to play."

You run your wet hand back and forth across his arm as he sways gently from side to side. "Ya screamed for me earlier...I liked it. I liked it a lot." He confesses kissing your temple. “Made me feel like a fuckin’ king.”

You giggle, “Yeah, well, I was feelin’ pretty amazin’ myself at the time.”

You shift slightly in the water feeling the bubbles popping on your rigid nipples causing your to shiver. “Harry, do you think we can look at some stuff on-line and see what we might like to add?"

"Sure thin', love. Can order somethin’ if ya like.” He says into the room while he takes another drink of wine and returns his glass to it’s resting spot.

"How will we order stuff for here, I mean, it's not like we can have it shipped here, there's no one here to receive it?" You think aloud.

"Well,” he shifts sitting up a little straighter, “wanna talk to ya 'bout that. We can have things shipped to Ron and Helen." he says casually.

You quickly sit up and turn to look at him brows furrowed, "No way! We couldn't have them accept a delivery like that!" You whisper-shout incredulously.

He takes your cheeks in his hands, "Don't be mad, yeah?"

"Mad about what, Harry?" You say eyes as big as saucers, brows still furrowed.

"Well, Ron's the caretaker of the house, righ’?” You shake your head. “Needed someone ta oversee the renovation, an', so he made sure everythin' was done the way I wanted and expected it ta be done.”

You mouth drops. "You mean he knows we have a fuck pad in our closet!"

He actually laughs out loud at that, out loud...he laughs.

"Harold Edward Styles! What the...! Oh My God, I could die!" You screech slapping your hands over your face. "Does Helen....I mean... she doesn't...?" You stammer shaking your head.

He just gives you a squeamish look and nods his head.

You flip around in the tub on your tummy between his legs your feet crossed at the lip of the tub and bury your face in your hands on his chest. “I cannot believe those sweet people know we have a room with a bed that has restraints attached to it.”

“Baby, I couldn’ do this wi’out them. Don’ be embarrassed. They’re actually very cool an’ I tell ya, they dinna even flinch when I told them wha’ I had planned. It was almost like they knew…like ever since ya brought up their dining room table. Everythin’ in there was custom made by the both of them.” He emphasizes proud at their handiwork.

Still buried in his chest, you muffle, “They don’ think we’re perverts?”

He laughs his little laugh and kisses the top of your head. “I mean maybe, yeah but…they’re cool abou’ it.”

You finally raise your head and he drags his fingers down your cheek. “They get us. I think they did from the mo’ we met.”

You shake your head.

“Fuck pad’, really babe?" He chuckles, "can' even believe ya called it tha'.”

You roll your eyes and smack your hand on his chest and he throws his head back laughing.

He pulls you up so your face to face. “Ya no’ mad are ya?” He asks, pouting, bottom lip sticking out.

"I mean...no, not mad, shocked and slightly embarassed, yeah, kinda." You whisper, "but I guess H, if we’re gonna trust them with our special little bubble world, they might-as-well, know what's here."

He smiles, "Yeah, exactly, an’, babe, ya see how in love they are, no? 'S not like they've never had sex, they know it feels good an’ it's part of bein' in love."

Your eyebrows raise and your mouth opens. “Ohhhh…I wonder what kind of sex they used to have,” you say with a giggle.

He laughs again. “Ya mean ‘have’, they prolly still get their freak on, I mean, we will when we’re their age.” He says, matter of fact ky.

You shiver a full body shiver at his reference to being together at that age. You smile fingering his cross pendant.

He carries on without notice. “Ya can’ ever tell. Maybe they were wild 44 years ago. Who knows wha’ kinda furniture Ron built fo’ them…” he says, waggling his eyebrows and chuckling.

You giggle. “Ok, I don’t want to know that.”

“It’s ironic that I hafta trust s’many people with my life when my life itself makes it hard ta find good people ta trust.” He murmurs looking down at your fingers on his necklace.

You can’t help but look up into his eyes. They convey the uncomfortable aspect of his talent and notoriety, but he plants a false smile on his face immediately, like he has no right to feel even the least bit of regret. You reach up and smooth out his wrinkled forehead with your thumb and place a soft kiss to his lips.

He leans back, runs his wet palm down his face and shakes his head like he’s shrugging off a bad feeling then places a soft kiss to your lips. “Yanno, I don’ care…I jus’ wanna make ya feel good (kiss) Wanna make ya scream (kiss) an’ writhe because of me (kiss).” He smiles against your lips. “God, jus’ wanna make ya cum. Fuckin’ love makin’ ya cum…’s fuckin’ sexy.” He says, kissing you again.

“Yeah, well, can I tell you a secret, mister?” You say looking up through your lashes.

“’Course, can tell me anythin’,” he rasps in his deep, slow voice.

“I like watching you cum too,” you murmur into his chest blushing. “It’s a powerful thing to see and hear, H. And I really like knowing I can take you there. Makes me feel very sexy.”

He slides his hand down your back, “Ya are sexy…very, very sexy.” His hands continue down to your bum and taps lightly and you gulp down a moan. “Look at me, ya like tha’ too doncha?”

You blush again furiously and then nod once.

He coaxes on a whisper, “Nah, don’ hav’ ta hide it, sweetheart…’s ok”

You nod your head again and meet his eyes, “yeah, it feels good when you spank me, it feels like…like you want me,” you shake your head, “I mean I know that doesn’t make sense..”

"Actually, ta me,” he shakes your bum slightly to get your attention back to his face, “it makes complete sense, ya feel like ya can trust ya body to me, an’ that feelin’ ‘s amazin’." He says brushing your hair behind your ear with his fingertip.

You turn your head to kiss his palm. “Mmmm…we should get outta here before we permanently prune," you say looking at his fingers. “As much as I love being in here with you all wet and slick...

"Stop talkin’, babe, or we won't make it outta here before I've fucked ya again," he tweaks your nose. "Maybe later, yeah? I'm getting cold and it's warm in the bedroom." you say with a shiver. You’re just about to move when his tummy growls loudly. "Ha! And it sounds like you need somethin' to eat,” you giggle drumming his tummy with your hands.

"Can think of somethin' I'd like ta eat..." he rasps with a thick accent and a salacious grin.

You get out and dry each other off and he hangs the towels up to dry. "Grab that basket of fruit and I'll get my laptop, he says turning to leave the bathroom. He stops and turns around looking at you.

"What?" You ask with surprised eyes.

"Just..." he walks over and bends you backwards for a passionate kiss. "Love you." He taps your bum and walks into the bedroom to fetch his backpack where his laptop is.

You move to your regular bedroom with the basket and two bottles of water and climb into the beautiful bed with the tied curtains and pull the warm duvet over you. Harry returns, places the laptop on the bed and turns up the temperature on the gas fireplace. The flames cracke to life.

“Ohhh…thank you. That feels better already. I’d be warmer but someone won’t let me wear clothes in here,” you say tongue in cheek.

He chuckles and leans on the bed to kiss you. “Too sexy ta wear clothes,” he says, and crawls into bed next to you, placing the laptop on his lap on top of the duvet. He taps the keys and you grab a muffin out of the basket and pull a piece off for him to eat. “I found this website…think it’ll give us some ideas.”

You scoot closer and take a bite of muffin, giving him another one as well. He goes to the section he wants to review, and you see the product page fill up with all kinds of things. Your eyes go wide and brows go up as you look at the page. You take another bite of muffin to distract him from the flush of your skin. He notices anyway, of course. He opens his mouth waiting for you to place a bite of muffin on his tongue.

You gulp and stare at his tongue just a second longer than necessary and place a bit there.

He chews his muffin slowly, then moves his mouth close to your ear, “Ya obviously saw somethin’ ya liked. Tell me what it is,” he breathes.

You break off another piece of muffin for him and he eats it from your fingers…slowly. You look at him and smile shyly. “Ummm…the swing, you say and briefly close your eyes. “I…ummm…I saw us using that in my mind.”

He smirks. “Ron would hafta install tha’. Y’ok wi’ tha’?”

“I mean….I may never be able to look him in the eye again but it’d be worth it if you fucked me in that swing,” you say with a giggle.

His eyebrow quirks. “My sweet, dirty girl. Comes in hot pink too.”

“Can we look at it again?” You ask.

“Sure,” he says and opens the product description.

You lean in to have a closer look and Harry doesn’t even notice the screen, he’s too busy smiling and watching you look at each picture and read every word of the description. He’s proud to see you embracing her sexuality with a sense of adventure.

“Look,” you say pointing to the picture, “it has a brace where my knees would go and you’d just swing me back and forth on it.”

“Sounds wonderful to me,” he says still staring at you.

He finally looks down and puts it in the cart, selecting the pink color and goes back to scrolling through. “Babe, wha’ about a camera and telly in there?”

You’re peeling a banana for him. “I’m ok with that.”

You hold the banana up to his mouth, he pops his tongue out and then takes it as far back in his throat as he can. “Jesus H,” you say as he pulls back and takes a regular size bite. He smirks as he chews his banana. He keeps scrolling and gets to a selection of vibrators, dildos and butt plugs. He clears his throat.

You look at the section he’s on small butt plugs and then at him. “For me or for you?” You ask, taking a bite of banana.

“Well…uh both of us, I guess,” he says with a smirk.

You suck your lips in your mouth and hold the last bite of banana out to him. “I..I…I’ve never used one but I’m…curious.”

He nods, “ok,” he breathes out with a puff.

You’ve reached your arousal limit, you’re not sure how much longer you can look at this site. You’re wet and you can tell by his shifting to uncross his legs, he’s hard under that computer.

You place the food basket on your bedside table. Then turn around and see Harry intently looking at something on the laptop screen. You watch his expression as he's clicking around looking at cameras, something he’s always been interested in. You slowly take the laptop from his lap, close the lid and make a big show of leaning across him, tits raking his chest, to set it on his bedside table. He keeps his hands midair where he was typing and smirks at you.

"Whatcha doin' babe?" He questions eyeing your face.

"It's time to put the computer away," you say biting your bottom lip.

"Yeah?" He asks quirking his eyebrow. You nod your head up and down while crawling over his thighs to straddle his lap.

"Oops, you have muffin crumbs on your chest," you say leaning down and licking along the cross pendant and the hairs in the middle of his chest. Leaning back you say, "Tsk, missed one, I'll get it," you lean over and lick closer to his nipple.

"Mmm.." he groans deep in his chest.

You run your tongue up his pec, over his collarbone, up his neck and to his ear. Laving his earlobe you breath into his ear and kiss the place just below his hairline. He runs his hands up the sides of your thighs to your bum and then scrapes his painted nails up your back.

You giggle in his ear, "Tickles, but in a good way."

"So does tha’," he mutters shrugging his shoulder up over his ear. "Somethin' on ya mind, love?" He asks with a smug smile.

"Oh yeah, there's something on my mind," you say saucily.

"Yeah, mmm…whatcha thinkin'?" He asks in a sing-song voice.

"Couple of things, and one big thing," you tease stroking your hand down to his cock.

"Oh, really? Care to share?" He says playing this game with you.

You cock your head and pout your lips to one side, "Hmmm? You sure you wanna hear?" You ask with a mysteriously thoughtful expression. His breathing as picked up slightly and he's swallowing. "Absolutely."

“Actually I was thinking about getting my mouth on your cock, but the big thing I can't seem to get off my mind is..." you lean back up to his ear, "Fucking. Can't stop thinkin’ about… fucking. Think we can do something about that, honey?" You say running your finger up from his cock to his nipple and circling it.

He pulls you flush to him by your bum. “Can’ stop thinkin’ abou’ fuckin’, hmmm?”

You shake your head no. “H, I’m so wet for you. Can’t get enough of you. Ever.”

He gulps. “Baby, can’ get enough of ya either. How d’ya wan’ me ta fuck ya?”

“Mmmm…” you raise yourself, so your feet are flat on the bed, knees bent, bum hovering over his pelvis. His hands are gripping your hips hard helping you maintain the squat over him. You use your feet to pull back on him. “Put yourself in. Wanna feel every inch of you inside me.”

“Fuck,” he says, as he uses his hand to guide his cock to your entrance.

You gasp as you lower and he slides into you. His hands pull you down just a bit further on his cock and you both groan.

“Kiss me,” he pants out. You slant your lips over his. The only sound in the room is the sound of your lips smacking. Your tongue runs across his lips and then you gasp again as he opens his mouth, and you tangle your tongue with his. His hands are everywhere. Down your back, on your hips, up to your breasts, circling your nipples. You move your feet and raise yourself on his cock and start a slow rhythm, in and out, in and out. Every drop back down tickles your clit on his pubic hair and it doesn’t take long before you’re panting against his lips.

“Jesus fuck…can feel ya clenchin’ on me,” he mutters through gritted teeth looking down where his cock is disappearing in your cunt.

His thumbs rub your nipples, causing them to harden even more and then his fingers pinch them.

“Ahhhh…” you cry out and clench down hard. “Harry, I’m close…so close…gonna cum, gonna cum!”

He’s panting against your mouth, lips wet and red, curl hanging down his forehead. “Fuck, do it, babe, cum fo’ me an’ then I’ll make ya cum again.”

You move a little faster and then your cumming for him, head thrown back, mouth slack you cry out his name. You’re contracting hard around him. He latches his mouth to your nipple and moves you along his cock to prolong your release.

You grab his neck and fall forward breathing rapidly against his neck.

"I wan' another, love, I need another from ya." He’s flexing his hips like he's a man on fire. Panting you kiss his shoulder. "Mmm, Hahhh… I'm still hangin' there, Harry...you feel that?" Your voice is high pitched as he tightens his arms around you.

"Fuck ya so tight around me right now!" He's still hard as a rock. "Lay back for me baby," he says leaning forward to lay you down on your back gently. He turns you over on your tummy, and jams a pillow under your pelvis propping your bum in the air. "Can ya take my weight on ya again?" he checks.

"Yes, please..." you whimper as he drapes his body over your back his pelvis aligned with your bum. He strokes his hands up your arms and threads his fingers over the top of yours burying his nose in you neck just below your ear. He slots his legs between yours and spread his knees wide, the position spreading your knees wide as well. You arch your back down tilting your hips back making your pussy more accessible. He groans, lines up his cock and tries to push in.

"Hahhhh," you moan with an open mouth.

"Babe, ya gonna have ta relax and lemme in. Ya clamped down hard I can' get in." He tries again and manages to get the head in, but your contracted tight. "God damn, feels so tight, love."

“Harry, it’s too much…” you sob out forehead digging into the duvet, hands gripping his fingers and the duvet. He pulls back and rakes his painted fingernails down one arm with his right hand.

He feels your hips lax a bit. He gets in your ear, "Feel good, hmm? Babe, I love ya an' wanna fuck ya till we both cum, but ya gon' halfta lemme in." he soothes. He continues to run his fingernails along your arm, cooing in your ear and little by little he's rocking his pelvis, pushing inside you a little bit more at time. "Feel so good, love, s’wet and warm. Is your clit touching the bed? Bet its pokin' outta your swollen ‘lil lips an' draggin' across the duvet. Ya gettin’ our bed wet, hmm?” He kisses the shell of your ear. “Gon' lemme in all the way?" He pushes and the rest of his cock pops past that contracted muscle inside you and you both groan like wounded animals. "'M gonna stay still just like this and I want ya to cum again., I'll talk yeh through it."

You nod and whimper.

"Can ya give me a color, please?"

You groan out, "Green"

"Good job, good girl,” he says with a pleased smile. “Can ya clench on me, please." he asks nicely and you contract your inner muscles.

“Mmmm, Harry…” you say moaning.

"Do it again." He demands, and so you do. "Keep doin' tha’ over and over, just clench down on me again an’ again an' let's see if we can cum tha’ way. Go on, sweetheart, do it."

You begin to contract your muscles on his cock over and over repeatedly. You roll your head until you’re face down in the duvet. “Hahh, Hahh…feels so good, H! So deep…”

“’M hittin’ our spot, hmm? Made me s’hard…,” he says biting his bottom lip.

You turn your head back to the side and take a deep breath and contract hard on him. “Jesus, Harry!” Before you know it, that feeling has become so intense you just can't stop. You’re breathing like you've run a marathon.

"Fuck, love, come on...I'm not gonna last much longer." He slips one hand under your pelvis finds your clit, runs his fingers on either side of it and pinches. You’re flying and he can’t take anymore. He rears back and thrusts forward hard and deep.

You pull your knees up on either side opening yourself wide and arch your back, tummy still on the bed. You look like a cat stretched out on the bed with your arms stretched out in front of you

Harry groans and pulls his knees up as he fucks into you. He raises up on his hands to make room for your pelvis to angle your pussy to him. This position puts him deep to the point he’s bottoming out deep. He grunts and thrusts deep, hips slapping your bum. He splays his hands on your waist and lower back and picks up a punishing pace. “Love fuckin’ ya so much,” he says on a hard thrust.

“Ungh…Ungh… please don’t stop…,” you plead, “I…mmm, want your cum.”

“I can feel…fuck, baby…,” he plunges deep and pushes back raising up on his knees. “’M gonna cum!” He slaps his hand down hard on your right asscheek about to lose his balance, but the unintended effect is more than either of you expected.

“Harry! Do that again!” you screech.

He slaps down on your ass and stills deep roaring head thrown back with a tightly clenched jaw, and eyes squeezed shut tightly. “Errrahhhhhh!” he groans.

You feel his cock pulsing his cum inside you. It’s warm and squeezing out around the edges. You can feel your mixed warm cream roll down to your clit and drip onto the duvet. It’s the most erotic feeling you can every recall. He pulls out and you squeeze your thighs together and fall over to your side breathing hard; Harry falls flat in your place breathing equally as fast.

“Oh. My. God. Harry.” You say in-between breaths. “That was so….,” you shake your head trying to find the word.

“Fucking hot?” he says muffled by the duvet in his face.

“Umm…yeah,” you say.

He smiles and holds up his hand waiting for a high-five; you reach up and slap his hand and he grabs it after pulling it to his mouth to kiss your fingers.

“Tha’, babe, ‘sa hellva teamwork job.”

You roll your face into the duvet giggling. “Yeah, H, it was.”

He reaches over his head and pulls up a folded blanket spreading it over you both as you lay upside down on the bed, “C’mere, wanna hold ya,” he says pulling at your waist.

You roll over and settle into a spooning position, your back to his front and tuck the blanket under your chin wiggling in.

“Ya warm ‘nough?” he asks tucking in the blanket around your midsection.

“Yes, I’m good,” you say with a contented sigh.

Arm slung over your ribs, leg tucked between yours, Harry settles and in a matter of minutes his breathing is steady and he’s lightly snoring. You feel your eyes droop as his breathing and heartbeat lull you to drift as well. You place your hand over his on your tummy and move it up to your chest between your breasts then bending your head to kiss the inside of his palm. “I love you Harry…” you whisper into his fingers knowing you won’t get a response.

A few minutes later you hear him, rasp, “Love you too, baby,” and he kisses the back of your head.

Then you drift off into a very well-deserved sleep.

[drama--universe]

Bad boy and his girl

Requested by anonymous: Hello! I was wondering if you could do a modern ah with Xue Yang? Maybe something along the lines reader rebels against parents and dates him with a fluff ending? Thank you!🥰💗

Word Count: 2223 words

Warnings: toxic parents, cliché, Xue Yang's a bit OC-ish (sorry)

A/n I also want to say that the parents could be considered toxic but I wasn't sure if I should label them as toxic or overly strict, but just to be sure I put it in

You slammed the front door behind you, hoping your parents would hear it loud and clear. You just had another fight and at this point you were sick of them seeking trouble with you. Everyday was a new argument, you could never do something right for them. Your usual points never got praise, but once you had one lesser points and you were a mistake of the family. Unlike your brother, wo's grades were lower than the bloody sea, yet he was the best thing in the world. After all, he would get the family business while you would simply marry a rich man that your parents chose (not like you were going to, but they didn't listen).

The bus arrived and you got on, sitting on the back next to the window. After 10 minutes, you got of and walked to school. You were still in a bad mood, but it just got worse when a motorcycle zipped in front of you. You stumbled before glaring at the person, which you already knew to be Xue Yang.

He was the infamous bad boy of your school. Tattoos, motorcycle, smoked and had a general bad attitude towards school, which was surprising when you realized that he was friends with Xiao Xingchen who was a pretty good student. You didn't necessarily hated him, but rather you were just jealous. He could live the life he wanted and you were jealous because of that.

You shook your head and continued to walk to your class. You entered and suddenly all eyes were on you. You frowned, looking behind you and there stood Xue Yang. He was on time... Xue Yang who never bothered to show up to class and hung around on the roof, was 10 minutes early.

"Am I that good looking, sweetheart?" "In your dreams." You sneered back and he scoffed, walking past you and sitting down in his seat at the back. You sighed and walked to your own seat. Laying your bag on top of your desk before grabbing your phone. You scrolled the news as you waited for the bell to ring. When it did, you put your phone into your bag.

Class started and before you knew it, lunch approached. The bell rang loudly and most students ran out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang. You just waited for a bit before you stood up as well, grabbing your food card and phone before you walked out. You didn't notice the eyes that followed you nor did you hear them following you until you heard the whispers. Then you noticed Xue Yang following you and you bit your lip, turning around and marching his way. You then grabbed his arm and dragged him along to an empty hall.

"Why are you following me?" "Can't I?" He said, leaning down to meet your height and to stand face to face. You sighed, looking away before looking back at him. His face was inches from yours and you noticed his face tattoo. A small moon with a constellation next to it (the cancer constellation). You also noticed a few freckles.

"What do you want?" You sneered and he gave you a smirk.

"Go on a date with me." He said and you glared at him before thinking it through. It would piss your parents off if you did... and it was not like he was that bad looking. Worth it.

"Sure, after school of course." You commented before turning around to walk back, but freezing when you heard him whine.

"Fine~" He whined and you chuckled before continuing back to the cafeteria to get some food. He followed you, like a guard dog, as the other students started to whisper once again. You ignored it and grabbed your food.

The rest of the day went the same way, mostly with Xue Yang hanging around you. When the school day ended, instead of going to your after school lesson, you waited for Xue Yang by his motorcycle. After only 3 minutes, he reached, leaning against his motorcycle as he looked at you.

"Where are we going then?" You asked and he smirked before handing you a helmet. "You carry an extra helmet?" You asked and he scoffed again before putting his own on and throwing his leg over the motorcycle. He looked your way and you got on behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. He drover off and your grip tightened slightly. You drove for about 15 minutes before he stopped driving. You looked around before spotting a fair. You took your helmet off as you got off of the motorcycle before looking at him again.

"A fair?" "I'm good at shooting games." He shrugged and you chuckled, handing him the helmet before turning to the fair. It was small, but it looked fun. Xue Yang locked his motorcycle before grabbing your hand and leading you to the fair. He then stopped, looking at you.

"What do you want to do?" He asked and you looked up before looking around again. You didn't know anything and looked at him sheepishly.

"I've never been on a fair, so I don't really know anything." You admitted and he raised an eyebrow at you before smirking.

"Well, first time for everything." He said and you nodded. He leaded you to what looked like a shooting stand. He paid before grabbing a gun and handing it to you. You looked at him confusingly and he chuckled again as you took it in your hands. He stood behind you and showed you how to hold the gun before helping you aim. You pulled the trigger and one of the balloons popped. You smiled brightly, turning to face him only to jump back when your noses touched.

"Thank you..." You mumbled before aiming again and hitting 2 more balloons. You paused, glancing at Xue Yang to see his reaction. He was just smiling and you bit your lip to hide your own smile before aiming at the balloons again. You shot 2 more balloons before looking at the owner of the stand.

"You can choose one of these." The man said and you looked around before spotting a black panther plushie keychain. You pointed at and the vendor smiled, grabbing the plushie and giving it to you. You thanked him before turning to Xue Yang. You held it out to him and he looked at it with a raised eyebrow.

"For you." "It's usually the man who gifts something to the girl." He said and you frowned, taking his hand and placing the keychain in it.

"I don't like gender roles. Now take it." You said and he chuckled again before placing it in his pocket.

"Attraction next." He then said and you frowned as he dragged you along to what seemed to be the tallest attraction of the whole fair. As you waited in line, you couldn't help but feel nervous as you heard the screams. You debated for a few seconds before grabbing Xue Yang's shirt and clinging to him. He turned his head to look at you before grabbing your hands and removing them from his shirt. You pouted until you felt his arm on your shoulders. You looked at him again before getting a bit closer to him. The line moved quite fast and before you knew it, you were sitting in the front row with the bars already down over your shoulders. You had already grabbed his hand to hold on too and waited for the countdown.

"Ah, couple in the front he? I don't like couples!" The announcer of the ride spoke before you were suddenly launched off into the first loop. You screamed loudly for the whole ride and when you arrived back in the loading station, your hair was a mess and Xue Yang was most likely in pain.

"Oh, someone's getting dumped!" The announcer joked as the bars lifted. You quickly got out of the ride and waited for Xue Yang before leaving the attraction.

"I hate that... I need food." You said, looking around for a food stand. Once again, you were dragged to another stand. The food seemed very greasy and unhealthy, but you could care less as Xue Yang ordered the food. You waited at the table and Xue Yang made his way back with the food and you smiled, thanking him as you helped him put down the food. Just then, your phone rang and you pulled it out of your pocket.

"Ah, it's my mom..." "Take it, I don't mind." He said as he took a bite out of his own food. You nodded with a smile, sliding the icon to the green phone thingy and then put it on your ear.

"Where are you?!" She screeched and you pulled the phone away from your ear, hissing in pain. The smile you had was already gone as you tried to think for an answer. Xue Yang looked at you before grabbing your phone.

"Don't worry ma'am, I'll get your daughter home safely after our date." And then he hung up, handing you your phone like he had not just done that. You took it, turning your phone off before taking a bite of your food.

"Wah, this is good." You said, taking another bite happily. "You learn something new everyday." He said before taking his own phone, holding it out to you.

"Put your number in." He said as he continued to eat. You took another bite before putting down your cutlery and taking the phone. After putting your number in, you handed the phone back and continued to eat.

You went to a few more places, winning a few more plushies (whish Xue Yang gave to you this time) and then came the time to go home. It was already 10 pm by now and 10:30 pm when you arrived at your house. You could see your mother by the door, glaring at the two of you. You got off and gave him the helmet you wore.

"Thanks for today, it was really fun." You smiled and he smirked, sitting on his bike.

"Tomorrow as well?" "Sure." You said before acing on impulse again and kissing his cheek before going to your house, dragging the bag of plushies behind you. You entered the house, ignoring the stares from both of your parents and going to your room. You closed the door and laid on your bed.

Yeah, you were grounded for 2 weeks the next day. You had already sent the info to Xue Yang, but he had only read it. You on the other hand, were literally locked in your room by your parents (and you had no key or inside lock yourself) and you were just laying on your bed. You didn't want to study and you had nothing else in your room besides your phone, yet had no internet since your parents had blocked you from the network. How you had survived until 3 pm was a miracle.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard a knock on your window. You jumped up and stared at the window. There was Xue Yang, his famous smirk already making you feel happy as you walked to the window and opened it.

"What are you doing here?" "Picking you up of course. Saving the princess from her locked room." He teased and you looked at him for a few seconds before nodding.

"I need to change, wait down there. And hide!" You whispered and he nodded, climbing down the tree again. You quickly changed into your favorite outfit (which might have matched a bit with Xue Yang) and pulled some shoes on before taking your wallet and phone. You turned off the light of your room and climb out of the window and down the tree. Xue Yang was waiting there with his motorcycle. It was then that you noticed the panther keychain that hung on the motorcycles key. You smiled before grabbing the helmet he held out. You got on before flinching when you heard your mother screech once again, hanging out of your window as she screamed at you.

"Go, go, go!" You exclaimed and you drove off again to your next destination. You arrived at an arcade.

"Let me guess, you're good at shooting games?" You asked and he shrugged as he pulled the keys from his motorcycle. You went inside and the happy music made you happy immediately. You started to game, Xue Yang showing you how to do everything as you moved from game to game. By the end (5 hours later), you had about 300 tickets and you had probably wasted tons of money. Now it was to decide what to get with the tickets. You didn't want another plushie, so the plushie section was excluded, and the other side was mostly kid stuff. The only thing that you could see was jewelry. And most wasn't your style, but you didn't get to choose as Xue Yang handed the man the tickets. You looked at him as the man handed him a box and he nodded before pulling you out of the arcade.

"What you get?" You asked and he looked at you before telling you to turn around. You did before smiling when you saw a necklace in front of you before he locked it around your neck. You looked down at the necklace, it being a small panther cub necklace.

You smiled again and turned back around. He rolled his eyes at you bright smile before handing you the helmet. You put it on and sat behind him again. He brought you back home like before and once again, your mother was once again at the door. You could care less as you dismounted the motorcycle and handed him the helmet once again.

"Keep the window open." He whispered and your eyes widened in shock.

"You're going to get me end up with bars on my window." You joked and he chuckled. You then leaned up, quickly kissing him before walking to your house and leaving behind a shocked Xue Yang. You once again ignored your mothers screeching, locking yourself in your room once again. You could hear the door lock from the outside and sighed, quickly changing into sweatpants and a hoodie before opening your window. You leaned out of your window, looking down to see Xue Yang. His motorcycle was parked behind your house and he was hiding behind the tree.

"Xue Yang!" You whisper-yelled and he looked up before smirking, starting to climb. Once he reached your window, he climbed inside your room and you closed the window again. You didn't lock it, so that if necessary he could escape quickly. You laid on your bed and after taking his choose and jacket off, he laid next to you. You turned to face him and he laid his arm underneath your head. You laid your head on his arm, still looking at him with a small smile. You staid like that until you fell asleep, not caring if your parents would find you like this as you hugged the man next to you.

[solli]

Don’t know if this will cheer you up , but it might help to get rid of pent up anger.

What’s your view of Kurtbastian

This is gonna be long. Bear with me.

Only reading the portamanteu sends me in a rage. There's the obvious fandom level of 90% of that ship hinging on "S realizes B ain't all that" and "K is actually better", which a cardinal sin and I will not stand by it; and also the urge of stealing away from B yet another thing because he can't have nice things, he has solos already!!!!.

Then there's the actual in-show meta, which is what brings it to me from annoying to kill it with fire. Which is, they're written as foils, and to hate each other.

S is outwardly mean, rich, spoiled, confident, he's a country-club gay who's most likely to be the subject of the "if all the gays were like smythe's son"-like statements. Plus, S has no problem with the actual phisicality of being a gay men- S' gayness doesn't come from show choir or fashion sense, it's litterally only tied to the fact he sleeps with men. K, on the other hand, is gay in the sense that he's got stereoripically gay interests, and is constantly showed to have a problem with the physical part of it, especially at the point he meets S. It's not by chance K chooses slut-shaming to insult S: it's the one thing he lacks and can act morally superior about. Thing is, while S is comfortable with it and doesn't care, K is bound to be affected by being repeteadly called out for his *gay face*, or told he dressed like a girl: this is shown to be a big insecurity- he's constantly worried he's not manly enough, either for leading roles on Broadway or to be the son his father wanted. And there comes S, which is pretty much the same cut of mean lanky gay, but doesn't look like it. And on S's part, K is probably everything S hates to be associated with when he says he's gay: flamboyant, unthreatening and sexless. When K doesn't slut-shame him but says "you're an insult to the entire gay community", S' response is basically "you're the part of the gay community I want nothing to do with".

The problem K has with B liking S has shit nothing to do with losing B, and all to do with it shattering K's confidence: S "wins" on all areas K is aware he's lacking, something he's still struggling with.

And I know, I KNOW, that all of this could make for compelling "learn from each other and learn to respect the other", in theory, but is it really? They both hit on each other insecurities by being whom they are as a person- the kind of compromise that would take them to even have more than a civil conversation would be emotionally exhausting and ultimately leave both of them stripped of who they are. One of the things I do find compelling about K is the struggle he has with being who he is unapologetically, and still obviously whishing it shouldn't come with a price (like his father spending more time with Finn because they have similar interest). With K/bastian? Throw all that out the window. S? You'll have to prey his casual homophobia and conversative leftism from my cold clammy hands- not everyone *has* to be progessive, just learn not to be a dick about it. And S obviously doesn't like K aesthetically (chug it with the I'm not like other gays complex or wathever, that's still what it is), and K does neither, as far as calling him a meerkat with a bad CW wig and horse teeth- so they're not even a good ship for (ew) banging the hatred out, really.

It's not just a matter of S being a simp for B and how foundamentally wrong it is to take that away from him given it's his whole fucking purpose on that show to get in B's pants- it's exactly that kind of ship that makes my blood boil because it basically ignores the characters personalities because? You aesthetically like them together?? So you're making them something they're not, just to get them there?? If that's how one enjoy his ships I'm surely not gonna tell them not to do it, but it's the exactly the opposite way to how I consume media and ship things in the first place so yeah, not for me (yikes).

Oof. This has been a long time coming. Thank you for nudging me to get it off my chest.

[harmonie-the-fallen-one]

My Madohomu headcannon

heyo so i found omegaverse and i was like ah yes headcanon time  so here you go

also for some reason i believe homura is rich as fuck and know it’s an au guys because i’m lazy to give the canon universe an omegaverse relooking there is enought pain in it

alpha: homura

omega: madoka

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at first homura was afraid she hurt madoka while they were having...fun...and kept her close like she was fragile

madoka often like to cuddle close to homura for warmth or just because

homura beat up a beta flirting with madoka (poor boy end up in the hospital with broken bones...)

madoka scold her and made homura pay for half the medication bills for him

homura is protective of madoka and her familly

madoka often braid homura’s hair

homura often have trouble keeping her hand to herself around madoka in there home

madoka and homura often stay up all night having there own studies to do but everytime one can rest they’ll sleep either on the bed behind (homura sleeping) or on there lap hiding there face in the crotck of her neck (madoka sleeping)

madoka often act like a mom to kyoko and sayaka so when the 4 are out for joking kyoko and sayaka call homura “dad” and madoka “mom” wich end up both treating them like kids much to there despair

madoka and homura often stay next to each other holding hand or having there arms crossed with one another

homura wen full parent mode on mami the day she learn she was dating kyoko (poor mami got traumatized that day and refused to leave her gf’s side)

madoka and homura wear matching clothes and ring

homura spoil madoka so much that madoka and her have there own house

madoka’s parent are waiting for the wedding like there friends

homura would dominate the world if madoka ask her

madoka personaly take care of homura and nurse her back to health herself and refuse anyone to get close to the room or else they will see a part of madoka they should have let dorment in her

madoka have a glare that could terrrorized even the most buff alpha in there school (knowing it’s homura is even more frightening also kyoko and sayaka are close behind her)

madoka and mami are the only omega in there pack and sayaka, homura and kyoko are alpha nagisa being a beta since she’s a kid

madoka and homura often have movie night as date

madoka love that homura hold her closer to her as if she would vanish

madoka send a kid to get mental help when she glare at them for mocking her brother and homura volontaire to beat the older sibling up (she got smacked on the head by a book)

madoka and homura visit her parent every 2 week and call every 2 days to keep in touch with them as they are in dorm in respective school

madoka and homura’s school are close to one another since both school were like “oh an ancient orphenage ? very well transform it into dorms” tho someone made sure to allow people to use dorm

madoka’s room was on the 5th level while homura’s on the 3th level and there is 6 level in total 3 for psychologique student and 3 for medical/nurse student

midnight visit and cuddle for madoka and homura almost every night before they shared the room

homura “beg” for the school to allow people to share dorm whish is how now both share a room (she almost throw them out of the window not gonna lie)

madoka and homura often talk about there day while watching crappy horror movie and does remarck like “ah ! not that scary you can ask freddy kruger for advice” wich is funny for both girl

homura loves madoka’s “snack” if you get what i mean ?

when in heat madoka would get more clingy toward homura and litteraly make sure both of them stayed inside

in rut homura won’t allow anyone close from madoka unless they are 10 feet distance between them

both end up cuddling in madoka’s nest anyway either actual cuddle or having a “fun” time together

that’s all i can think off so yeah

[incorrectrawhidequotes]

Kangaroo Westerns!

Got another one. Hope you like it.  “Eureka Stockade” (1949)

Moving away from cattle and horse stories tonight for one about a gold rush. 

“Eureka Stockade” is based on a true story. 

In the early 1850s in Ballarat, New South Wales, gold was found, kicking off a massive gold rush. Thousands of people from across the world came to Ballarat hoping to strike it rich. The usual tensions and conflicts you’d expect were happening, but the worst was that the government kept increasing the cost of mining licences, the miners had no government representation and the police force, which was made up of ex-convicts, were unfairly targeting them. 

Soon a full scale rebellion grew. A miner named Peter Lalor became the leader of the rebellion and everything comes to a head in 1854 at the Battle of Eureka Stockade.   

Most of what happens in the movie happened in real life. There’s a lot more that happened in reality but for an hour and a half long movie it’s pretty accurate. 

Chips Rafferty plays Peter Lalor, an Irish-Australian prospector and leader of the miners rebellion. 

Everything’s filmed on location whish is cool and it adds to the feel of the story. 

It’s a well made movie. A lot of great actors and very historically accurate. 

Excuse me if I get wrapped up in the history instead of the movie. I’m a history nerd and I wrote a paper on this a while ago and I can get lost in it if I’m not careful.

I realised after my last post that I had a ton of spoilers, so for anyone interested in watching these movies that doesn’t want to know the ending yet, I’ll add all spoilers under the cut. 

The battle was a massive defeat. Dozens of miners were killed, over a hundred arrested, but the public outcry from it was enough that eventually the miners won. The mining licence prices were fixed and the miners were granted government representation and it pretty much started democracy in Australia, so historically this is a very big story. 

Best scene I think is in the aftermath of the battle when his friends have to get a badly injured Peter out of the battlefield before the soldiers find him. Hiding him until dark then getting him to his girlfriends house where they have to amputate his arm where they have to sing church hymns so the patrolling soldiers don’t hear his cries of pain.

Peter survives. The rebels are all officially pardoned. And while not shown in the movie,  Peter ends up elected as the miners government representative. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

tapestry 👑 II

Warnings: eventual dark elements (tags to be added as fic continues)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: King Steven had a wandering eye but you never thought it would fall upon you.

This Chapter: The reader finds herself drawn into courtly intrigue.

Note: Here’s part 2. I’m having fun and I have so many ideas for this. Yes, this is inspired by lots of medieval shows like the Tudor and the White Queen etc. but this will be 100% gratuitous whatever I want it to be so hold onto to your panties. I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply! Love ya!

Rose played with the pearl at her throat. You watched her fingers as she toyed with the small orb. The queen’s voice filled the small chambers as she read the poem in a gentle rhythm. You hadn’t caught enough words to string them together. 

You tore your eyes away and watched your hands smooth out your charcoal coloured skirts. Your drab attire stuck out grossly among the pale silks and rich satins. You father loathed your plainness, your insistence on simplicity. But he hadn’t enough money for seamstresses and you made your own dresses or altered your sister’s worn garments. You didn’t mind simple. You didn’t need beading or gilted embroidery. No pearl or jewel hung at your throat.

The spectre of your father loomed in your mind. You’d received a letter that morning with news of your sister’s labour. A boy. Healthy. Your father would be pleased but when he returned, your own failure would be even more stark in his mind. 

You had no husband, no prospects either. You could not spend your life as one of the queen’s pets. Especially given the events of the banquet. A day passed since but the scene remained in the minds of the court. The queen betrayed little concern but Rose was all too obvious in her newly found spite for you. You only wanted to hide behind your hood and be forgotten.

“My lady,” The queen’s voice drew your attention. She looked at you with kind eyes. Perhaps she didn’t begrudge you the king’s fleeting eye. Perhaps, you reassured yourself, she knew it was little more than a show. “I know you do prefer this ode, would you grace us with a reading?”

You stared back at the queen. She was talking to you but you wondered why. The ladies took turns at recitation but you weren’t a favoured narrator. You liked to listen and found your voice too brittle to compare to Eleanor’s refined evocation.

“As you wish, your highness,” You stood and stepped forward to take the book from her. You cleared your throat and resumed your seat as you eyed the verse. ‘Upon the morrow she waits…’

You kept your voice as steady as you could. Spoke to the room instead of your chest. Your habit of tucking your chin in threatened to lower your head. 

“Listen to her…” The whisper underlined your voice but you ignored it. “Sounds like a dying sparrow.”

You refused to look at Rose as she simpered. As she muttered her displeasure. A hush came from the other side of the room, you suspected the queen’s gentle breath. You were thankful for her diligence.

You spoke to the ceiling, not the ladies. Pretended you were some great jester regailing a tribe of travelling knights. Imagined you were anywhere but here. And when you finished, you were dragged back to the insufferable room of ladies.

You held the book open and offered it back to the queen with a small thank you. She nodded and took it. You sat and held back a sigh. Rose sneered at you from across the room and leaned over to whisper to Beatrice. You turned to watch the queen give the book to Mabel. You folded your hands together and listened.

You lowered your head and the dread rose again. Your father would return shortly and what would he think? You prayed that the voices turned to other matters. That the rumours continued to swirl around Rose and left you alone. She relished in the courtly gossip, eager to be the inspiration for such tales. You wilted at too much light and felt yourself much too exposed already.

Some time, during your ruminations, Mabel’s voice was replaced again with the queen’s. Eleanor read another lyric and closed the book. You glanced up as she dismissed the circle of ladies, bidding them to ready for the evening’s meal. No banquet that night, a simple gathering in the queen’s receiving chamber followed by your night prayers.

The ladies stood and you waited for the others to shuffle out. Their skirts filled the space and pressed against each other as they made their exit. You made to follow but a familiar voice called your name. As you turned back, another peeked too. Rose’s blue eye was sharp as she took note of the request.

You turned and smiled at the queen. Your lips quivered nervously as the skirts continued to whish out the door. Finally, the hinges whined and the wood clattered. You were left alone with Eleanor. 

“My lady, would you sit with me a moment?” She asked as she resumed her seat on the cushioned bench.

“Your highness,” You approached and sat next to her. Her green eyes shone like emeralds in her oval face. “I would be most pleased.”

“You…” She paused and her lips parted as she chose her words. “You are a sweet girl. Quiet, naive.”

You swallowed and your smile threatened to crack. You nodded intently.

“That is not meant as an abuse, you understand? I mean it as a compliment. I say it out of concern.” She shifted closer and touched your hand. “Because there are people at this court who should wish to take advantage of such a kind person as yourself.”

“Your highness, I--”

“You’re honest. I’ve always admired that in you. You speak when it is necessary, not merely to please.” The sapphire on her ring finger shone in the lantern light. “So I would ask that you are truthful with me. That you humour me and tell me what it is my husband said to you two nights past.”

“I would never lie to you, my queen.” You pled and your smile fell at last. “I didn’t--”

“I am not accusing you. I know it was not of your desire to draw the king’s eye. I shall listen without contempt.”

You breathed in. So deeply you feared you may faint. You nodded again and mustered your voice. “He...The king asked how long I’ve been at court. I answered him honestly and he… apologized for his oversight. Then he asked after my father. And then…” You thought back and blinked. “He said I did not belong here. At court.”

“Oh,” The queen considered you and her straight brows drew together. “You understand his intent, my lady?”

You stared at her. Too embarrassed to reveal your thoughts. Not foolish enough to think he truly wanted you, but too ashamed to admit that.

“Lady Rose,” She smiled venomously. “He is playing his game with her. My husband may act a stranger but I know him well. He revels in the power he holds over women. I suppose it is why he is not so fond of me.

“And so, forgive me for being blunt, but he would spark her envy by overlooking her for a much plainer lady. A more modest lady. Very unlike herself. So unlike her that she is insecure and his hold over her is reinforced. Do you understand?”

“I do, your highness. I am aware of myself. Of my shortcomings. My station is clear to me.” You assured her. You spoke evenly and without emotion. You looked into her eyes and she smiled. There was something within; a momentary commiseration.

“You’re a very intelligent girl,” She mused as she rescinded her hand. “But you don’t let on.” 

She stood and you did too. She swept away from you and twisted the ring on her finger as she thought. She laughed softly to herself. 

“I suspect you’re smarter than Lady Rose, dare I say it, the king too.” She looked to you again. “My lady, I did not intend this as remonstrance. I hold no ill will towards you, only seek to help you, should you need it.”

“Your highness.” You bowed your head.

“You may go,” She said softly. “I shall see you at supper.”

“Thank you, your highness.”

“Very well.” 

She dismissed you as her attention flitted away to her thoughts. You took it in stride and found your way to the door. You were reassured that it would all soon fade away. That your part in this theatre was done.

The corridor was airy as you strolled through it. The heavy tapestries hugged the stone and the padding of your slippers echoed along the corners. At the first corner, you slid to a halt. A figure in peach silk appeared before you. 

Rose approached you haughtily as she pushed out her chest. She looked down her nose at you and pouted her round lips.

“How amusing,” She purred.

You frowned and watched her slink towards you like an angry cat. “What do you mean?”

“The queen. Does she really concern herself with you? To think you any true contest to me?” She batted he lashes. “Eleanor may think me a fool, but I am not. I know the king was only toying with me.” She smirked. “Though I did wonder if you had wit enough to realize he was also toying with you?”

“I have no intent towards the king. No misconceptions. And no obligation to you, my lady,” You replied. A surge of anger, unfamiliar and uncomfortable, straightened your spine. “You might lay with the king but it does not make you a queen.”

She scoffed and her delicate features contorted. “Rest assured he hasn’t any intent towards you either. Be it known that it was my bed he visited last night. Not yours. Not his frigid queen’s. Mine.” She gloated and stepped closer. 

“I know as well as the rest of court of your liaisons,” You were surprised by yourself. “If you’re fortunate, some countryside earl may not have heard and may even marry you on the promise of a new mare.”

Rose’s face paled and her hand grasped her chest with a gasp. “You’re vile.” She spat. “I always knew you were a beast. You can fool the rest of them but not me.”

You stared at her. You shook your head and grabbed your skirts. There was nothing to say to this woman. So self-assured, so convinced of her own importance. Let her think what she may, it did not change what was.

“Where are you going?” She whined as you sidestepped her.

“To ready for supper,” You didn’t stop, nor did you look back. “I am much too hungry to listen to your tripe.”

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You were quiet at supper. That wasn’t unusual. The tension, however, was. Before you weren’t concerned enough to notice, but now you were the crux of it. Eleanor maintained her usual stony demeanour towards Rose but Rose made no pretense of restraining her irritation with you. You weren’t a queen, thus she could openly display her displeasure.

Her whispers carried. You acted as if you couldn’t hear them as Eleanor sent an empathetic glance your way. She could hear and she easily changed the discussion to the harvest celebration. The first day of autumn approached and was to be marked with yet another feast.

You were thankful for the diversion but it did nothing for your mind. You thought of your father’s reaction. He’d surely hear about his daughter dancing with the king and even if it meant nothing, it would to him. It meant that you could be the enemy of the queen. And to follow in the footsteps of a dozen women before you would ensure your failure as his daughter.

When at last the meal ended and you said your prayers, you were dismissed. You returned to your chambers with the ladies. Those yet to be wed, shared their board. There were three other girls in your room; Joan, Sybil, and Marion. Rose roomed with Beatrice and Mary. She snarled as she passed your door.

The door was barely closed when a knock sounded. You looked to the other ladies and Joan opened the door. Without, a slender man stood patiently. The king’s footman, Hugh, was short and his dark hair was laced with silver. The wrinkles under his eyes betrayed his endless duty.

“Mister Hugh,” Joan greeted, confused.

“My lady,” He bowed his head cordially, “The king has sent me to bid for the lady.”

“Have you the wrong chamber?” Joan smiled. “Rose--”

“The king does not seek Lady Rose.” Hugh interjected. “Forgive my interruption, lady, but he calls for another.”

You looked to the other women. Each of you baffled though the tickle along your spine nipped at your doubts. It couldn’t possibly be you. After such an uneventful dance. A whole day between without disturbance. It must be a mistake.

Hugh said your name firmly. He looked to Sybil, blonde and beautiful, but was surprised when you stepped forward.

“That would be me,” You said. “May I inquire as to why the king requests my presence?”

“I am merely the king’s messenger. I only know he wishes a private audience with the lady.” Hugh said dimly.

It was as if he was used to the routine. The none-so-subtle invitations. You’d seen him before at the next door as he awaited Rose; at this very door when her predecessor had slept there. You pushed your shoulders back as you sensed the other ladies listening.

“Private audience?” You repeated, “Well, sir, you can return to the king and inform him that as a lady, it would be improper for me to attend an audience with him unaccompanied. So it is, I must respectfully and regretfully decline his invitation.”

Hugh look as if he’d been struck. For the first time his grey eyes lit up and his surprise deepened his wrinkles.

“My lady?” He blinked. “You would refuse? A king’s invitation?”

“An invitation, not a command, as I understand it.” You remained stern. You thought of Eleanor, of how she would hold herself, how she would speak. “So it cannot be treasonous. But I will not risk my honour as a lady. As a maiden.”

The man frowned. Then he nodded as if only then understanding you. He hooked a thumb in his belt and bowed his head. “Your lady. I shall carry your answer to the king. I apologize for disturbing you.”

“Thank you, Mister Hugh.” You bent your head and watched him turn slowly down the hall. He walked stiffly as if fighting himself.

You closed the door and leaned against the inside. Joan was awestruck and the other two ladies shook their heads, astonished. You kept your head up and went to the chest at the end of your bed.

“You just...refused the king?” Joan said at last. “You...no one says no to King Steven.”

“It was...just an invitation,” You said as you opened the chest and took out a sleeping gown. “It wouldn’t be proper to accept.”

“Proper? It is a slight to deny the king.” Joan cried.

“My father would not approve. And as custom would have it--”

“Are you daft?” Sybil spoke up. 

“Not at all,” You dropped your nightgown on your bed. “In fact, were I to have accepted, where do you think that would get me? Even if it was not for illicit means, it would be interpreted as such. I will not marry a second son, not if I can help it.”

“You’re mad,” Marion hissed. “Absolutely mad.”

“Perhaps, but with my honour in tact.”

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The night was sleepless. Even after the other ladies settled down and finally blew out the candle, you couldn’t sleep. The more you thought about it, the worse you felt about your refusal. Not because you wanted to meet with the king, but because you only then considered the consequence of it. Or that you didn’t know exactly what that would be.

It was an hour, maybe two, after the ladies started to snore. What if the king was angered by your response and exiled you from court for not playing along? What if he waited until your father returned and punished him? But what if you had said yes?

A knock came at the door. Soft. You weren’t sure at first if it was truly a knock or your imagination. Then it came again and you slowly pushed yourself up. You listened, a third rap, and urged yourself to rise. You took the dressing robe from over your chest and pulled it around yourself. 

Could you refuse the king’s footman a second time or would your anxiety eat away your resolve?

You went to the door and unhooked the latch. You eased it open, just an inch to look through into the corridor. You kept your body hidden behind the door as you peered out at your visitor. You gasped as the king’s hand grabbed the door and kept it from closing. The lantern he held shone down on you through the crack of the door.

“Your highness,” You whispered sharply. 

“My lady,” He greeted coolly but something about his demeanour seemed riled. “Did I wake you?”

“Yes,” You lied. “But I would not begrudge you for it.”

He nodded as his eyes searched yours. As he tried to see through the wood that separated you. 

“Why did you refuse my invitation?” He asked suddenly. “Did I offend you?”

“No, you’ve not offended me, your highness,” You said. “Did your footman not convey my reasons? It wouldn’t be proper for me to--”

“Propriety?” He grumbled and rolled his eyes. He wasn’t the cheerful king who stomped the boards at feasts or harried his steed at the hunt. He was upset and it was your fault. “I requested an audience, my lady, not your virtue.”

You gulped at his insinuation. You pushed on the door but he held it in place. “Your highness, you must understand my need to protect my reputation.”

His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head. His middle finger tapped on the wood of the door as he frowned. “Will you not come out to speak with me? I would hate to disturb the other ladies.”

“I am not in a state to come out, your highness.” You protested. “If you would wait for me to dress--”

He sighed. “You distrust me. You treat me as a lecher.”

“It is not distrust, your highness. Merely caution.” You returned. “If any, I distrust the court and the rumours they would dispel at anything so innocent as a conversation.”

His blue eyes flicked up and he thought. His jaw squared and he hesitantly removed his hand from the door. He looked at you again and the tension left his face. The sparkle returned to his eyes and he bowed his head. 

“You are wise, my lady, to keep yourself above disrepute. It is admirable.” He stood straight and his broad figure cast a shadow over you. “I apologize for my impropriety. Forgive me.”

“Your highness, I hold no displeasure towards you.” You assured him. 

“I am thankful for your benevolence,” He backed away. “Perhaps we shall meet in more tolerable circumstances...Good night, my lady.”

“Good night, your highness.” You mimicked him softly.

He turned away and you closed the door. The click was terribly loud as the dark embraced you. You leaned against the door and listened for his departure. His footsteps tarried, just a moment, before he carried on. You let out your breath and felt your way back to your bed. The ladies snored still but their soft snorts offered little comfort to your racing heart.

[methmi-mandara]

A Boy with Clouds

Once upon a time, there lived a little boy named Josh who is 4 years old. He was so cute that he had a fluffy blonde hair. When the wind blows, his hair flies everywhere. He lived on top of a hill with his parents in a beautiful little cottage. This family had a little farm with goats. They made dairy product and sold them to have an income to maintain the family. The face of the hill was covered with green fresh grass. There were lavender flowers which made the environment to lovely.            Josh used to sit on a rock and observed the blue sky every day. It was like his hobby. He observed the cloud patterns so carefully and saw a lot of artistic clouds.                        Hey, fluffy white clouds                        Every day I cheer you                      You are like a genie from a lamp                      Wishing, on you I can stamp            As this little lad loved the clouds so much, he used recite poems foe his happiness. He saw clouds in different shapes as animals, magical characters and many more. The saddest days to him were the rainy days                You naughty black cloud                                            So stout        You swallowed my white cloud                                            So loud        Sad inside you is what is what                                            I found            He shouted at the black rainy clouds because when those are there, he won’t be able to observe the surrounding beauty and the white clouds of different shapes.          What do you think about his ambition? Josh always told he wants to be a pilot one day so that he can take the aero plane above the layers of clouds. He loved the clouds as a sky angel without any reason but only because of his hoppy to see them and the beauty he sees through it.        Once, he was observing the clouds and suddenly he stood up and went to his father.                      “Dad?”                      “Yes, Josh?” His father replied.                    “Can you take me to the clouds?” He asked.              “What do you mean?” His dad was shocked at once and thought of this childish request to take him to the clouds.                “They are so far. I am having only a foot bicycle which cannot fly. You grow up quickly and buy an aero plane, so that you can take me also there” His dad said without much caring.                “No dad, it isn’t a joke. I want to go and play there with my cloud friends.” He said again. This father could not escape from his child’s words.              “I have a lot of work son; you also go and mind your business without daydreaming. You know I am working day and night for the betterment of you.” He said as Josh was crestfallen. He went to his mother.              “Mom, I want to go to the clouds. Can you take me there?” His mother had mercy on this Josh’s thoughts.              “I would be happier if I can take you there, son. But the world is so huge that we cannot even imagine”                She said. This 4 years old boy was so close to his mother since the day he saw the light of the world.                “I asked dad whether he can take me there, but he didn’t give a proper answer. I want to know how it feels for the birds when they are among clouds. I will feel it only if I could go there.” Josh cried. Day by day his sadness increased. His smile was fading away as a paint of a cloth fades with water.                His mother’s heart was overflowing with mercy to this childish thought as he requested it every day.              One day his mother told him,              “Josh, my son, I promise I will take you to the clouds.”              “Really? But how? Did you buy an aero plane with the money you saved in the till?”, said the child with a big smile.                “Be with patience and trust me. Soon you can go there,” she said to Josh confidently.                  This mother, with a great idea to fulfill his son’s childish wish, went to meet Josh’s father who was working at the farm.              “Darling,” She called.              “Yes sweetheart” he said.              “I actually… want to tell you something…about…you know…our little Josh.” She said              “Why? What happened?” Josh’s father asked with confusion.              “As I can see, our child is very unique from other children.  You know what other kids are asking from their parents, right? Others are asking for toys and other fancy stuff while our son is only asking to take him to the clouds. He is a gift to us from god. He knows the beauty of the nature at this very little age, He is not asking for luxurious things as others”, She explained.            “So what? Are you asking me to buy an aero plane from with the money I hardly earn from the farm?” His father said as a joke.            “No, nothing like that. You see… Our child’s dream is to fly above the clouds. But to fulfill his dream, we don’t have that much of money for his education. Just the little money we have is also spent for the basic needs. We are poor that we cannot make him happy with worth. But I have an idea to make him happy. It will be like he made his dream come true.” His mother said with pearl like tears falling from her wet eyes.              “Oh, my love, I am always with you and Josh. He is our son. It is also my duty to make him happy with what I have. I know that I cannot make him happy with luxurious items, but I can make him rich with happiness and self- esteem. So, tell me darling, what is your idea?” He said making his wife feels relaxed.            “Our son is facing different problems. He doesn’t have any friends to share his emotions. Once he said that the kids of the village neglect him saying he is a poor guy. I have seen that he is saying all his sorrow to the clouds thinking that they are listening to him and will take away all his sorrow and every bad memory when they are passing by” She said again.          “I know, honey, you and Josh is my world. You two are my best worth. So what can I do to make him happy?” Josh’s dad asked.            “Can you remember the meadow we visited before Josh was born? It is a little far away from the village. It was a really nice environment with little blossoms all around. And the best thing is that area is covered a lot with fog in the morning dew. I still remember the lovely time we had there that day. I want to take Josh to that fog so that he will be thinking that they are clouds and he will be so happy”. She said with joy.          “Great idea! Darling, we haven’t been on a trip due to economic matter since we got married. Maybe our son is also depressed staying at home. He wants to fly above the clouds. Let’s go to the blossom meadow tomorrow.” He said.          Josh’s mother was overjoyed as she ran to her son. Josh’s father’s heart was full of love happiness for his wife’s ideas.        “Son, pack your bag with what you want. We are going to the clouds tomorrow.”        “Really mom?” Are you joking?”        “Not a joke, dear, “she said.        Without thinking of anything, with his joy to meet the clouds, he asked from his mother.      “When do we leave?”      “When the first ray of sun falls on your face and when the first sound of the church bell rings” she said.      He ate up his dinner and went to bed early. This night passes and the first ray of the sun fell on to his face. The church bell also rang”      “Mom! Dad! It’s time to go to the clouds. I am impatient to talk to my genie shaped cloud.” He shouted with excitement.        They got ready, went to the town and hired a cart from the town and his father said,        “Take us to the blossom meadows, please”        “What? Meadows? But the clouds are above the sky, not the meadow” Josh questioned.          As this child knew nothing about a cloud like thing as fog, his mother said,          “Dear, as the clouds are your friends, they told me that they will come to that meadow to see you”          “Really, mom? Are you also talking to them as me?” he asked          “Yes son, I learnt it from you,” The son was very proud when she said that.            His dad was also so proud of his wife’s wisdom to make his son happy.            Finally, they have arrived at the destination.          “Here we are! Now go to your cloud friends my son” his father said.          Josh ran through the meadow between the blossoms into the cold fog whish he thought it was clouds while his parents came gently behind their child, holding hands and being happy by seeing the joy of their son’s face.        “This place looks lovely as the day we two came here that day”, Josh’s mother said to her husband.        “No, today, this blossom meadow is lovelier than that day, because that day, it was only two of us alone. But today our son, Josh is also there. This is lovelier with him” He said as they two with the happiness in their hearts reached the son who was at the fog.      “Mom, these clouds are not having shapes of animals and other things! Why?” Josh asked.      “Yes son, they are so happy to meet you. So, without even caring about their shape, they are hugging you.” His mother said.      “Finally, you took me to the clouds. I love you mom and dad! You two were my aero plane to take me to these clouds on the ground.” Josh said They had a lovely time in this foggy meadow all day

[alphamalestories]

I have no idea i will be come like this, i am a business man with a boyfriend,he is hot muscular man,but he is a bottom and i am a top, sometimes i feel just so weird to dominate such big man while being smaller than him. Last night,while we have a date in our house,watching the sky then we saw a whishing star.

“ I wish i was bigger than my boyfriend”,that is what I whispered while my boyfriend just wish to live happy with me. He is so cute,that is why i want to be bigger to protect him sometimes. Anyway we went to bed and thinking it was a funny date.

And the next morning, i woke up and saw my body looking like this,oh my im such a hulk with like 300 pounds of muscle building around me,my chest is so damn massive,my biceps are so big and strong,my shoulders are rock hard, i have a beard now and my voice is so deep. I am so happy with this new body,tree hunk leg,huge 15 inch dick just bigger than my hulk arm. Then suddenly i heard a voice. “Honey you wake up?” That was my boyfriend,but he is so skinny right now,kinda cute as well. “Why don’t you sleep some more?” He said to me in a warming voice

“Daddy got stuff to do” i said in a deep voice and kissing him. Man this alpha life is the best thing ever happened to me. Oh i act like a true alpha now,no one can resist such rich daddy like me. But i remain loyal to my twink,well i got a little too aggressive sometimes,definitely because of my testosterone level go over the roof that sometimes my twink can barely walk. I am not complain tho. Especially being such a man.

[sevensins-stuff]

11:11

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.

(I haven't wished for anything in a while, so these are whishes I used to make when I was younger)

1) I wish I was rich.

Even as a child I knew that I wouldn't be able to go through a "good life" without being financially stable. I still think that's pretty telling..

2) I wish I was immortal.

The concept of living for ever to witness several rises and falls of society was really a thing I wanted to do. Also, I wanted to be a hot vampire lady!

3) I wish for good health for those that I love.

This one is super humble and is still the only wish that I'll occasionally make to this day. I would also like to emphasize the "those that I love" part because I love a lot more people than I can remember and being vague like this can hopefully spread a little more of that wish to those who may need it.

[drzinkles]

Europeans waking up and looking at the NYSE: WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!

The 99% of the U.S. tearing the money out of rich peoples hands:

WHISH I FUCKING KNEW!