#if you’ve been here for like 2 years or more you get a gold star sticker by your name in my scrapbook

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[penelopepine]

Little Purple Stars

Part 1 Part 2

Ghost x FemReader x Soap

Content: Soulmate AU, fluff, no angst

Everyone had a soulmate; whether that connection was platonic or romantic was entirely up to those involved. Some people even had multiple soulmates, like you did, which wasn’t that uncommon. It happens whenever a person turns 20 yrs old. They are suddenly able to draw on themselves, and have the picture appear on the skin of your soulmate.

You had two soulmates; one of them rarely ever drew on themselves, and if they did it was only with a black pen. Usually said drawing would also be a little black heart next to something that you or your other soulmate drew. You’ve always called this soulmate, Moon.

On the other hand soulmate number two, or Sun as you called them, was much more open and was constantly drawing little doodles all over themselves.

Sun and Moon; basic maybe, but you’ve always felt that it fits them perfectly. 

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It was your third time entering the Olympics and you couldn’t be more excited. You’re first year you unfortunately didn’t place, second year you won the bronze, and this year you were aiming for the gold. Most of all though, win or lose you hoped that by the end of today you will have made contact with your soulmates.

While getting ready for today you had drawn little stars in various shades of purple around your eyes, making them resemble freckles. Drawing on your face was generally frowned upon, but when events that are going to be televised all around the world exceptions are made.

You tried to give them a hint to watch the Olympics today by drawing the Olympics rings and a TV, but realistically you knew there was no way they could watch the entirety of the broadcast. Even if they did turn it on they could very easily miss your appearance. The only thing you could do now was hope that the two individuals with matching purple stars were watching.

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Ghost watched as every little star slowly appeared on Soap's face knowing that his face looked the same only that the stars on his face were covered by the mask. It wasn’t until Gaz walked in the office as well and asked about them did Soap even know they were there.

“What do you mean I have stars?” 

“Yeah on your face,” Gaz pulls out his phone and quickly takes a photo before showing it to the Scot. 

“You knew they were there and you weren’t going to say anything?” Soap turns to face Ghost with a playful grin, “Well now you gotta take off the mask; I can’t be the only one walking around here with star freckles.” 

“In your dreams MacTavish.”

Gaz chuckles at the two of them before he sits down in an empty seat, “So I know you didn’t do this,” pointing to Soap, “and you definitely didn’t do this. Can I ask why lucky number three decided to do this?” Directing his question towards the lieutenant. 

“I assume it has something to do with the Olympics.”  

“Aye, they drew that symbol yesterday didn’t they. I guess that was their way of giving us a warning for this; must be for some kind of watch party,” Soap guessed.

“Sounds like my kind of party, the ice skaters are performing in just a bit and I don’t plan to miss it.” Gaz holds his phone showing them the Olympic broadcast already up on his phone before popping in one of his earbuds. 

“I didn’t take you for someone who would enjoy watching figure skating; all it is is watching people move on the ice innit?” Ghost questions, he’s never had any interest in the Olympics before. It was never something he had time to sit down and watch. 

“We can go to an ice skating rink ourselves, and watch Soap try to skate if you want to watch more chaotic skating.” 

“Oi, I didn’t even say anything, don’t go dragging me into this!” 

“You were gonna say something and that’s enough for me!” 

“Yeah yeah whatever,” Soap turns back to the paperwork he had been working on, “I’d like to see you try and skate. Let’s see who’s laughing then.” 

The men chuckle to themselves and all of them focus on items in their hands. It wouldn’t be until an hour had passed that the silence amongst them was broken. 

Gaz’s sudden gasp drew both Ghost and Soap’s attention to him. 

“What happened mate; a skater fell down?” Ghost asks with slight amusement in his voice. He couldn’t imagine himself getting this worked up over anything as simple as ice skating. Continuing to watch as Gaz doesn’t say anything; simply sitting in his seat with his mouth slightly hung open. 

“Gaz?” Soap questions as he steps towards him. 

Very suddenly Gaz shoots up and steps towards him as well, grabbing Soap’s face once he is close enough. Holding up his phone and looking frantically between the two. 

“Aye, wha’ the fuck do you think you’re doing!” Soap swats Gaz’s hand away from his face, “Didn’t your mum ever teach you about personal space.”

“Look!” 

Soap focusing on Gaz’s phone to see what had the man so worked up. On the screen was a woman dressed in purple elegantly dancing on the ice, but what really caught his attention was the fact that she too had purple star freckles on her face; ones that matched his perfectly. “Oh fuck; Ghost!” 

Ghost couldn’t believe what he was seeing for a moment. They had finally found their missing piece. Watching her dance and spin on ice he suddenly understood why people would enjoy watching this. She looks ethereal. 

Looking at Soap he sees an awestruck look in his eyes. He won’t admit but the stars are quite cute on him; on both of them. How on earth did he end up with these two incredibly beautiful and talented people as his soulmates? 

Later all three men are huddled together over the phone watching the award ceremony. The room had gotten embarrassingly loud when it became clear that you had won; Price had charged into the room asking them what had them all yelling for. He had luckily understood when the situation was explained by a sheepish soap, who was definitely making the most noise out of everyone. He was quick to get his energy back though once Price had left the room.

“We have to let the lass know we know we saw her!” Soap rushes to the desk pulling out multi colored pens; waving them towards Ghost. 

-

You had done it! You had really done it; the gold was yours! Standing on the first place podium next to the other medalist you couldn’t help but wonder if your soulmates are watching you. You hope they were proud of you if they had seen your performance.

Trying to subtly check any exposed skin for any kind of sign or acknowledgement that you had been seen, and to your great delight you had been. The sun and moon had found their star. 

There on your wrist was a drawing of a gold medal and right next to it was a little black heart. 

They had seen you, they knew who you were. That thought both excited and terrified you. The only thing to do now was wait for them to show themselves; to find you. 

Stepping down from the podium, and making your way off the ice you give your wrist a kiss and wave towards the cameras.

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Full Strawberry Moon in Capricorn ♦︎ Moon Magick Pick A Card

Heey, has the Full Strawberry Moon caused you some level of fatigue? At least physically rather than mentally? It was in the sign of Capricorn last June 23. This FM brought a shake-up to the foundation of our routines and a sense of belonging. I hope you’ve been feeling more secure in terms of your job and finances, or at least in the way you get to schedule your work.

There’s this little thing that I’ve been saying to myself ever since the arrival of this FM: ‘I’ve decided now that I am stable and secure. I’m not anxious anymore. There’s nothing to worry about.’ I’ve been saying that for my finances, yes, but especially, about my place in the world. I’ve become even more certain that what I’m doing is contributing positively to the world around me, and I’m very happy about that :D

This Full Moon, the aenergy is all about dreams and manifestations of a stable, secure Life going forward as Workers of Light. Personally, I don’t know what’s going on with people who are not of the Light LOL I guess all the foundation of their Reality is simply crumbling because they haven’t worked on their traumas? *cough, Hollyweird, cough cough*

Anyway, this FM also brought in a huge-ass cosmic broom to sweep up even more karmic debris from your energetic field (even bloodline). Releasing yourself from the shackles of guilt and unworthiness so you can grow tall and reach the heights of the heavens. All that, so you can now focus on your legacy project—something important, and unique, which you’ve known for quite a while only you can do.

This Full Strawberry Moon in Capricorn is the time all these wishes and endeavours are blessed by the Light forces of the Universe. Workers of Light, this year is YOUR year! Stomp forward bravely!

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Pile 1 – It’s Time to Nourish Your Body

security – 2 of Cups Rx

Oh, this is interesting. You know that 2 of Cups is a soulmate card, right? But here in reverse I’m getting that up until fairly recently you’ve given so much of yourself to the wrong soulmates. It could be that there was something in the air that convinced you that you’d met your tribe, friend group, or even the one and true significant other, but then the Universe did something and the truth was unveiled, and it was painful.

The, uh, disclosure, took quite a toll on your physical body, probably due to the shock or trauma. This could’ve eaten away at your self-worth, too, to some degree. You might’ve dealt with an affliction of an impostor syndrome after the incident. Emotionally, it was really hard. But now, the Full Strawberry Moon has swept away a huge chunk of that trauma and now you’re good LOL

Basically, you’re being assured by your Spirit Guides that everything is only getting better from here <3

stability – 10 of Wands

If you resonate with having been in isolation for quite a while, this is your confirmation that you’ve chosen well. I mean, I guess your Spirit Guides ushered you into isolation LOL But this isolation period is your recovery phase from all the lessons you’ve taken from the previous chapter of your Life. Your Spirit Guides are saying the past was not a mistake. You needed to experience those things to help you develop a stronger intuition.

It's part of your Life Scenario to meet many, indeed, Souls that you’d known in different incarnations, but they’re not necessarily your long-term Soul Tribe. It was more like meeting old friends, neighbours or students you’d interacted with in the past and now they’re just passing by to say hi or help you with a light task. They were never meant to stay for long. Because, your True Soul Family is elsewhere.

Know that. Feel that with your intuition. Accept their call. And have fun making your way to them, or inviting them to your space :D

worry-free – 6 of Wands

For some of you tuning into this Pile, you may have been in this isolation mode for a very long time. Your Spirit Guides are saying your time in hiding is almost over. Soon, you’re gonna be connecting with people again and be seen for all the wonderful work you’re able to produce now, and everybody around you is so gonna appreciate and admire you for all that you are. They’ll think you’re super wonderful and they’re gonna wanna hang out with you and all that stuff :D

Are you still afraid of some kind of a betrayal or abandonment from these connections? No, it doesn’t seem like that at all. Why? Because you’ve transcended above your self-worth issues; because now there’s something that you’re doing that you feel very proud of, at least confident about. You know your worth now, so you’re just naturally magnetising people who will also view you the same.

Take care of your body though. Don’t work too hard. Your body still needs to get used to a healthy routine so it gets stronger. A strong body supports a more stable emotional plane <3

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Pile 2 – Enjoying Unwinding for a Moment

security – 7 of Wands Rx

Seems like you’ve been huuuuuustling for the longest time. This FM in Capricorn is saying you’ve done marvellously well, so please take a break now! XD It’s more like, gosh, you haven’t taken the time to smell the panna cotta at all. Chill out, bro. You’re gonna work yourself to death before you even get to enjoy any bit of your labour of love. If it’s not possible to take a break, at least delegate. You really don’t have to do it all alone~

There’s a bit of a message about learning to trust other people. In essence, also learning to trust the Universe. Trust that things won’t suddenly spin out of control just because you’re snoring one minute. You’re working on something important that can benefit other people as well, right? Even if ‘other people’ literally means only yourself at this moment, and your family in the future.

Trust that the work—or the intent to change jobs—you’re doing now is in alignment with your Highest Intended Good. And in that sense, everything is perfect. You can relax~

stability – 10 of Cups Rx

Other than the scenario involving work, it seems a bunch of you have simply been dealing with a sense of ‘burden’ that goes beyond just day-to-day work. I feel like there’s been so much dark clouds in your mind, covering all your senses and your perception of Reality. These dark clouds are just worries, anxieties, and a fear of rejection or shame from the people closest to you.

It feels like there’s an endeavour you know you must take, a decision you know you must make, but you’ve been so stressed out about how to balance what you want with what’s expected of you. This FM in Capricorn seems to have lifted a huge chunk of those gloomy clouds tho, and I’m seeing you’re more able to distance yourself from the opinions and influences of those who might disagree with you.

This time around, this year in fact, you’re prioritising yourself. There’s something very important that you must undertake, but first, peace of mind first.

worry-free – 6 of Cups Rx

It does seem that the majority of your concerns come from ‘people’ rather ‘situations’. Your interpersonal relationships were simply weighing you down because you feel so much empathy and gratitude towards the people whom, I get are meant to be left in the past. These are people in your early chapters of Life; they’re likely not gonna make an appearance in the next arc, babe.

So you’re being advised to let go with grace and gratitude. I feel like you’re this dragon who’s meant for something mega-important and mega-luxury but the people around you couldn’t understand that. Well, that’s OK. That doesn’t make them ‘bad’, right? You just aren’t each other’s people, apparently. Your people, in fact, are those who are just as weird as you.

As you move forward, you’re going to meet more of these people who will even help you in building your empire. For now though, just enjoy unwinding those stressful threads of expectations in your mind~

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Pile 3 – This is Literally Where It All Starts

security – Page of Pentacles Rx

You’ve dedicated a huge chunk of your Life to studying. Most people won’t even be able to grasp just how much ‘a huge chunk of your Life’ is in this scenario. It almost feels like practically your entire Life, you’ve just been studying. A whooole Life of nothing but hard lessons from the Universe. Are you fuckin’ kidding me? You may have felt like giving up numerous times, too.

But it all ends by this FM in Capricorn. You’ve finished studying. You’ve graduated, or soon graduating. For the most part, the majority of you have closed that chapter of studying, learning and experimenting (with prototypes). From here onwards, it’s full-on Creation with active R&D on the side. You’re being propelled into your Highest Intended Mission.

Of course, vacation, first, baby~ Relax and celebrate your graduation. You deserve to take it easy now that you’re in preparatory mode.

stability – 2 of Airships Rx

I see that whatever you’ve felt was restricted before, whether money or time or a general sense of ‘freedom’ to do what you want when you want, is being lifted and suddenly there’s just this almost magical burst of material blessings that enable you to just…have a good time! Like, before, it was as if either you turn on the electricity or go without food for a day (hi, Australia). There was just SO much compromise to make. Not anymore! This FM in Capricorn is bringing in a lot of ease and material abundance!

Well, this Strawberry Moon is all about manifestation and fruitfulness, yes, but it’s also the way Saturn (ruler of Cap) seems to be easing in on the restrictions put around your physical manifestations. And it’s mainly thanks to your finally returning to the core of who you are. If this is your main pile, chances are, you’ve figured out your spiritual work in this world.

Basically, the lessons of Saturn revolve around that theme. Finding your footing in this world so your physical manifestations are always going to be in the service of your Highest Intended Good :D

worry-free – Knight of Wands Rx

I get this feeling that up until recently, you’ve been sort of torn between doing what’s responsible/practical and following this calling in your heart. Being pulled in more than one direction has caused you a great deal of mental turbulence. It wasn’t because you were choosing or managing poorly, no, not at all; it was because you were meant to follow both LOL

But yeah, I get that the whole learning phase was more like a tempering of your passions. Basically, the Universe was teaching you trust and faith in its grand orchestration. There this quote that fits perfectly for you right now:

‘You ever just like… Trust the Universe so much that you don’t give a fuck?’

For most of you tuning in here, I feel like you’ve kinda just stopped giving a fuck about whether or not you’re gonna make it or fail hahahah

And that’s the whole point, right? Doesn’t matter what happens, the Universe has big plans for you, so you’re surely gonna end up alright, and even thriving! Since you already know the outcome anyway, might as well relax and take it easy from like right now~

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“Your girlfriend is living lavish. GYYYAATTT— “ 

“Arya, can you please shut up! She’s not my girlfriend!” 

“No bitch, you needa shut the hell up! I drove you here and I will leave you!” 

You and an irritated Arya (she’s not herself when she’s hungry!) were parked outside of Ellie’s very… expensive looking apartment building. It looked like there were about thirty floors to it with lots of windows. You knew she had accumulated a following due to the reaction people had to her on New Year’s Eve, but you weren’t expecting her to be living like an actual celebrity. She was fucking rich, now. You couldn’t wrap your head around it. 

Arya must’ve noticed the nervous, intimidated look on your face as you gazed at the building because you immediately felt a soft hand on yours. “Hey, you’re gonna be fine. She seems more than willing to talk and apologize! I’m gonna be here the whole time and you come down when you’re ready, okay?” 

You looked over to your best friend—the light of your life—and nodded. You’ve never been so appreciative of someone before. She made you feel so calm—

“With that being said, just know if she says anything outta line, I’m telling your sister and we’re jumpin’ her ass, no question!” she said seriously before encouragingly slapping your thigh. “Go ‘head, love you.” 

“…Love you more.” She made you feel calm enough.

Your friends are so…. supportive!

You exited Arya’s car as you waved to her, her giving you two thumbs up in return. 

Here goes nothing. 

You took in the building as you entered…. this was some Michelin star shit! 

Marble floors, white walls edged with gold frames, women wrapped in trench coats with puppies in their purses! What the fuck is going on—

You were even starting to second guess your attire. You wore a simple black puffer, hoodie, and sweatpants. Should you have dressed… better? More presentable? You were starting to get a bit insecure. 

You pulled your phone out to distract yourself from second-guessing your appearance (or lack thereof!) and opened your texts with Ellie. You started typing. 

hey. i’m downstairs. 

You immediately saw her chat bubble pop up before her reply came through. 

cool i’ll be down in 2 mins 

You sighed a heavy sigh as you shut your phone off. Don’t overthink, you thought. You’re here to talk and that’s it! Nothing more, nothing less. 

Don’t lie, slut! 

Your brain hates you! It fucking hates you—!

Your train of thought immediately shut off as you saw Ellie walk out of the elevator. She looked so…warm. She had on a black beanie and sweatsuit, little marijuana fuzzy socks, and slippers. 

You missed seeing this side of her. So relaxed and comfortable. 

She walked over to you with a timid expression before finally muttering a hi, and you muttered one back. 

You could tell she was nervous: her thumbs were fidgeting, she wouldn’t look you in your eyes for too long, and she was licking at her slightly chapped lips. 

“We should, um… go upstairs?” She asked quietly, like speaking too loudly would frighten you. 

You only nodded gently. She nodded back before turning, leading you towards the elevators. 

You found out Ellie lived on the… nineteenth floor. What the fuck? Wasn’t the golden rule of apartments: the higher you are, the more expensive it is?! What the fuck was she doing up here?

“My place is down the hall,” she said over her shoulder. You took note of the shakiness in her voice. You’ve never seen her so skittish before. Was it because of you? 

She unlocked the third from the last door and opened it, allowing you entry. You took in her place and… holy fuck!

Her apartment… her loft was fucking immaculate!

Her living room was huge: plush, gray couch that was stocked with matching pillows, black and green rugs littering the floor, TV mounted on the wall, black glass coffee table, and her dual monitor setup (you see that black kitten ears headset! was she a fucking gamer?!). There were black details everywhere on the walls, floors, and spiral staircase that led into her bedroom what the fuck?! You could see where she slept… and you were still downstairs! 

And her fucking black marble kitchen! You were in love! You never cooked a day in your life, but you will gladly start now if it means you can stay in there forever! 

“Ellie, who the fuck are you?” you asked, shocked and dazed. 

She seemed to relax at your question as she softly chuckled, shyly looking down at her socked feet. 

“I’ll tell you everything you wanna know. Come sit with me.” She said, nodding towards her couch. It was slightly sunken in; she must’ve been napping there! You unlaced your boots and removed your coat, holding it in your hands. As you followed her towards the couch to sling your coat over the back, a soft jingle, followed by soft paddling on the floor caught you off guard. You turned to see a small, green-eyed Bombay cat next to the kitchen counter, curiously staring at you. 

You let out a gasp of excitement at the little baby before looking at a surprised Ellie, grabbing her wrist joyfully. 

“Ellie, oh my god! Why didn’t you tell me you had a cat?! It’s so cute, boy or girl?! How old is it— “ 

“She’s a.. she’s a girl. Seven months.” 

“She’s soooo cute! Oh my god! I always wanted a cat! What’s her name? Oh, look at her little princess collar— “

You turned back to her: she had an expression that you didn’t recognize, and you hadn't realized how close you’d gotten during your jumpy, hyper kitty questions. You felt her breathing against your face as she studied it, and you studied her back. 

Why were you suddenly thinking about that night? You kissing her, her kissing back, her grabbing you like she never wanted to let you go again. Her eyes slowly dropped to your mouth, and yours did the same. All you had to do was lean forward again—

A quiet meow! snapped you out of your lustful haze before you looked down and backed away. You noticed Ellie hadn’t moved from her position when you looked back up, eyes still searching for… something. 

“She’s.. she’s cute,” you said as you cleared your throat, walking towards the cushiony space. “Let’s sit.” 

She silently nodded and sat next to you. 

Deep breath. Exhale. 

Let’s get this over with! your brain shouted. 

“I’m so sorry. I never regretted anything so much in my life. I treated your sister like fucking garbage—I treated you like garbage and I’ve never felt so terrible— “

“Ellie, breathe,” you cut off her nervous mumbles. You just sat down! “I’m not… upset with you anymore. And you're not the only one who fucked up, either. It wouldn’t be an apology if I didn’t take some accountability too.” 

You watched her relax before confusion overtook her expression. You explained yourself, blushing as you recalled the events of that night. “I know… New Year’s wasn’t the best first meeting after…. you know. I wanted to apologize for how I… reacted and what I did. It wasn’t okay at all—” 

There was a moment of silence before she broke it, eyebrows still pulled downward as she stuttered. “You don’t... You don’t have to apologize for that. I um…. like, it was fine. Well, it wasn’t fine—we were drunk and whatever, but, yeah, I don’t think of you differently, or, what I mean is— “

You laughed lightly at her nervousness. She shook her head with a sheepish smile before she hit her mint elf bar that she pulled out of her pocket, blowing the smoke away from your face. 

“I’m not sure if you can tell, but I’m scared shitless.” 

“I think you’re making it obvious,” you said as you chuckled and continued. 

She paused as she collected her thoughts, staring down at the couch. “I said a lot of… fucked up shit when I met up with your sister after everything happened. About her… about you. I don't know how much she told you but… I said things that I regretted immediately. I was angry and hurt… and I felt cornered, and I lashed out. Doesn’t excuse it at all, but… yeah, it was gross’n uncalled for.”

“She told me everything. All of it,” You tried to ignore the sting in your heart as you recalled that night. She nodded her head shamefully. You continued. 

“Why didn’t you reach out after your birthday?” You pressed as softly as you could manage. 

She didn’t answer immediately as you watched her breathe deeply. 

“I…” She stuttered before whispering. “I was scared.” 

“Of?” You pressed again, tone more urgent. 

“Of you both never talking to me again,” She said, confusing you before she clarified. “I held it off for so long because I needed to think about my approach. I felt if I immediately called you, you wouldn’t wanna talk to me because of how fresh it was. But I also…I don’t know, it’s fuckin’ stupid.” 

You shook your head at her. “I'm just…I’m confused because I never, like, hated you or anything like that after we left your party. I want you to know that,” you said seriously, your nerves making you stutter. “I was sad and embarrassed, but never… hateful, if that makes sense. Even when I tried to be afterwards, it never came.” 

You noticed her expression drop slightly at the mention of hate before she replied softly. “I’d understand if you did. What I said to you and your sister was fucking disgusting… I don’t know if she’ll ever forgive me for what I said.” 

“She’s been… stubborn, I won’t lie. I don’t know what state of mind she’s in when it comes to you, to be honest. I just know she’s still hurting.” 

Ellie nodded in acknowledgment as she looked down, but you could see the sorrowful look overtake her face at your admission. It made your heart stutter. You watched as she hit her nic again. 

Just as you were about to move to comfort her, your phone dinged, and dinged, from your pocket. You unlocked your phone and saw a slew of texts from Arya. 

ari: is she giving you “i’m sorry” head yet?

ari: im bored bro being a good friend is tiring 😐🙄

ari: i know her strap is bright red and THICK 

ari: like a fire hydrant!!

ari: how tf r u gonna walk outta that big ass building!!🚷🚷🚷

You clenched and blushed heavily at the suggestion, clicking your phone off and dropping it in your lap out of embarrassment. You looked back up at her with a mortified expression and she… was smirking. And then she smiled. And laughed. She’d been looking at your screen the whole time. Why didn’t you angle the screen away from her?!

She saw them. She saw the messages!

You want to die you want to die you want to die—

“Your friend’s funny,” she said as she blew out a waft of smoke around her giggles. 

“I’m—I’m so fuckin’ sorry, she’s crazy and gross! —“ 

She laughed harder and shook her head. “No, you're good, don’t worry.” 

You fell back on her couch (it felt like a fucking cloud!) with your face in your hands as you thought about the type of casket you wanted for your funeral. 

But… oh, fuck. 

You felt her body move on the couch before you felt her weight crawl on top of you and oh god what the fuck!

She pulled at your forearms to slide your hands off of your warm face, but you refused to open your eyes there was no way you’re opening your fucking eyes right now—

“Look at me.” 

You shook your head. She smelled so good, she smelled so good! Your body clenched tight, you were so horny, and you wanted her bad and was her dick like a fire hydrant?!—

“Open ‘em, c’mon, wanna see you!” you heard the smile in her voice. 

You missed her smile so bad, and you moved on autopilot, slowly opening your eyes and taking in the sight above you. She was cheesing so hard, a light blush painted across her freckles, beanie discarded and hair everywhere from her messing with it out of nervousness when you sat down. She looked so much more comfortable in your presence, and it made your heart skip with joy. You couldn’t help but smile back at her. 

What you didn’t expect was for her to take your wrists in her calloused hands, pin them either side of your head, and bend down to whisper it’s not red, it’s purple, but yeah! before you turned away from her to suffocate yourself in her cushions. They smelled like her why does the universe hate you—!

She started hysterically laughing as she let go of your wrists and plopped down next to you, and it made you want to cry: her laugh is so goofy and stupid and she snorts, but nobody could tell you that her laugh didn’t sound like angels singing in that moment. All you could do was watch her with the widest grin on your face. 

After she wiped the tears from her eyes, she met yours, her smile getting softer and her eyes gentler. She licked her lips before she subtly dropped her eyes to your mouth, and back up to meet your gaze again. You could feel her gently grazing her fingers across your forehead as you looked at each other. Your heart was pounding due to her closeness—

THROW IT IN ROTATION! (THROW IT!)—

Your ringtone blared in the living room and you wanted to fucking scream. You sat up to reach for it before plopping back down, answering it. 

“BITCH, I’M STARVING! ARE Y’ALL DONE?!”

You heard Ellie snicker at your friend's blaring before she whispered a soft don’t leave yet. You sent her a reassuring smile and she sent one back. 

“Umm.. Ari?” 

“Girl… what?” 

“I’m staying, m’ sorry for keeping you waiting for this long.” 

You heard her let out a cackle before she wailed, “THE STRAP GOT YOU LIKE THAT?! WHEN’S THE WEDDING—!” 

You hung up before she could say anything more. Ellie’s booming laughter nearly shook the entire building. 

Your entire body was boiling hot. You heard another ding! from your device. You couldn’t help but read it, making sure to block the screen from Ellie's view this time. 

ari: I LOVE U!!!!! PLS BE SAFE 

ari: AND DONT B MAD AT ME BC HER PIPE CRAZY!!! XOXO

“Holy fuck!” Ellie said in between breaths, more tears running down her face. “I have to meet her, oh my god!” 

It was dark and you were still at Ellie’s. 

You’d been laying on the couch talking for hours about any and everything: how you and Arya are roommates on campus, your attempts at music production, your fucking YouTube channel and how she’d been a dedicated subscriber for months?! You let her talk about her life as well: her being a music engineer and producer (she started selling her beats to artists in the city months ago, rich bitches only!), how she, Dina, and Jesse are still very close (poor sissy), her being a literal fucking celebrity and a monarch for the creative community in your town. 

(“It was such a random night, I swear to god!” she squealed out with a smile as you listened to the story, laughing. “But… I felt like I wanted to help them, they were such nice people. And it blew up like crazy, it was insane! We couldn’t believe it.”)

You both rambled on and on! 

But, even with her transparency, there was still something heavy weighing on you that she hadn’t addressed. 

“Ellie?” 

“Hm?” 

“I don’t wanna… press on this, and don’t answer if you don’t feel comfortable, but… why did you and Cat break up?” You asked softly, staring at the wall behind her. 

You felt her shift next to you, and you immediately went to apologize for crossing a boundary, but she spoke before you could. 

“We um… we were kinda… bad for each other? That shit sounds so fuckin’ corny, but it’s true.” She said as she collected her thoughts. She continued when she gathered them. 

“We met really randomly. I was walking home from school, and we just bumped into each other in front of this gas station. She looked so cool to me and I was like oh my god, she’s perfect. I was still in my fucking gym clothes from P.E, like,” She said with a soft laugh. You smiled encouragingly. “I was in a really… bad place and she came in and made me not think about it all the time.” 

She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. “We’ve always been a little unstable, but it just… all went downhill after we moved to Cali. She was doing things I didn’t like, I was doing things she didn’t like and… yeah. She broke up with me and kicked me out.” 

“I’m really sorry, Ellie,” you said comfortingly. “I know you were together for a really long time, that’s terrible.” 

“No need to apologize, we just grew apart. It happens,” she replied softly, finally meeting your eyes. “And I got cat custody, so.” 

You both let out soft laughs as the familiar jingle rang from the kitchen. 

“I swear to god she was human at some point, she always comes when I mention her,” she commented with an eyeroll. 

“She’s such a sweetie pie, I wanna cuddle!” 

She quietly hummed in agreement before letting out gentle kissy noises to lure her pet over. 

Jingle, jingle, jinglejinglejingle—

And a cat appeared on the back of the couch. 

“Hi, princess!” You said giddily as you sat up, propping yourself up on your elbow as she sniffed your extended hand. “I’m a fuckin’ idiot, what’s the baby’s name?” 

“Duchess, fuckin’ vermin,” She said lightly, grin on her face as she sat up to grab the kitty and placed her in the open space between your bodies, planting kisses on her little head. 

“Hi, baby! You’re so cute!” You squealed out as she purred at your gentle pets, before she froze, looked off into the distance and ran off the couch like she saw a ghost. 

Ellie tsked and rolled her eyes at her fleeing form before she turned back to you. Did she move closer? Or did you? 

“Are you hungry?” She quietly asked, her eyes—once again—locked onto your mouth. 

“A little.” 

“My dad made lasagna last night, it’s in the fridge. We can order in too if you don’t want that.” 

“I love lasagna!” 

You watched her grin and look at your mouth one more time before she got up and waddled over to the kitchen. 

The lasagna was in the oven, and you were watching Ellie seal her rolled blunt at the kitchen table. 

She was lightly licking the wrap closed and you were staring hard. Like, really fucking hard. Your devious fucking brain almost allowed you to forget that she had a fucking black tongue piercing, and you were starting to squirm in your chair—

“You smoke?” 

You dazedly shook your head no. “Not really, on very rare occasions.” 

She nodded at you while she licked the paper before speaking. “If you wanna hit, just lemme know.” 

You nodded at her before redirecting your gaze back to her mouth. She was already done with sealing her blunt, but her lips were so fucking pretty and you couldn’t look away. 

Until she started smiling. Fuck. 

“You stare really hard,” she noted with a light laugh. 

“So do you!” You said as you dropped your gaze to her table. 

“Mhm,” She agreed with a nod, squinting her eyes at you. “But you try to act like you're not looking when you are. I want you to catch it, that’s the difference between me’n you.” 

She said it so casually and it made your pussy clench—

Ding!

“Be a doll and light this for me, gonna go get the goods,” She said, sliding the stocked ashtray and lighter over to you before lightly jogging towards the oven. 

You picked up the lighter and flicked it before picking up the blunt, awkwardly guiding it to the flame. 

Was this correct? Or were you supposed to light the other side? What the fuck—

“How the fuck do you live with a stoner like your sister and not know how to spark?” She playfully teased you from the counter, mitt-covered hands holding the hot pan of food. 

“Fuck off! I just told you I don’t smoke!” You said with a pout. 

She walked back over to you, placing the pan in the middle of the table and removing her paw oven mitts before taking the blunt and lighter from you. 

“You’re lighting it like a cig, here, lemme show you.” She said as she sat down. 

You watched her ignite the flame and brought it over to the tip of the blunt. She slowly rotated the blunt so all sides were burnt, a steady stream of smoke releasing from the lit end of it. 

She brought it to her lips and lightly puffed it twice and you didn’t realize how tight you were squeezing your fists together. 

She put the lighter down, properly ripping from the blunt and breathing in a little… sphere? before exhaling and what the fuck was that she’s so fucking sexy—

“See?” 

“I can see your charred lungs—!”

She busted out into laughter before she started choking, pointing towards the kitchen cabinets, whining out a go get the fuckin’ plates!

You giggled as you rushed over to grab two, along with forks and a knife before jogging back to your seat. 

You made Ellie a plate, cutting her a piece of the cheesy corner and sliding it in front of her, placing her fork on the dish. 

You felt her eyes staring holes into your face, and you slowly turned to her, holding her intense gaze as she brought the blunt up to her lips to hit it. She was watching your every move. All you were doing was putting the fucking casserole on the plate, but you felt so hot. 

You shyly turned away from her gaze and made yourself a plate and ate in comfortable silence (this lasagna was so fucking good, it rendered you speechless!) as Ellie smoked her roach down. You could still feel her staring! 

You both finished eating and you got up to stack and wash the dishes before Ellie stopped you with a nope! you’re my guest! go sit!

“Let me at least wash mine!” You said as you snagged your plate from her hand and ran to the sink, water running and sponge already in hand. 

Ellie threw her plate in the sink as you both giggled, reaching for your plate to snatch it back. You tussled with her, dodging her playful grasps for the dirty dish before you felt her front press all the way up against your back, trapping you between the counter and her. And you were immediately still.

And so was she. 

She slowly reached around you to turn the water off, grabbing the plate and sponge from your nonresistant hands to place them into the sink. Your hands and body were frozen as you stood there. You hadn’t realized how much you’d been anticipating her touch until you felt her hands on both your covered arms. She slowly moved them up before she brought her hands to your shoulders to squeeze them, sliding them over to gently massage her thumbs into the back of your neck. 

You nearly bent over this fucking sink! 

Your breathing picked up even more when she whispered out a this okay?, her breath making the hairs on your arms stand up. You nodded eagerly as you bit your lip. Your pussy nodded even faster! 

Desperate slut! I knew it!, your brain screamed, and for once, you didn’t listen. You just felt the hands on you. 

“You wanna know somethin’?” She whispered out against your neck. 

You nodded so hard. Anything anything anything—

She let out a light chuckle before she said, “I thought about you a lot after you left the bar, ‘s kinda embarrassing.” 

You spoke before you could think. “What… what'd you think about?” You breathed out, unsteady. You felt her hands clench tighter on your shoulders. 

You felt her smirk at your greedy tone against your neck, “Fuckin’ you up against that door, wanted to make you cry.” 

You were about to cry right now! Your pussy’s crying! She needs attention! Your hands were glued to the sink, but you slowly wrapped your foot around her ankle to subtly pull her closer to you. You wanted no space between the two of you, you needed her closer. 

You felt her drop her hands before she whispered out a turn around, baby.

You dropped your foot spun—whipped— around and it made her giggle. She was so, so close but you needed her closer, needed to breathe her in, needed her inside—

You looked at her, you looked at her so fucking hard. She's so gorgeous and handsome and sexy and you needed her like you needed air! You missed her so much! You couldn’t fucking breathe—!

Kissmekissmekissme—

“Stay the night,” she whispered out against your mouth. 

“Not fuckin’ going anywhere.” You could barely recognize your own voice; you needed her so badly. 

She hummed, satisfied with your answer before she grabbed your waist to pull you flush against her—just like she did that night—and kissed you. She kissed you breathless and you couldn’t think. She barely touched you and you were brainless! 

She smelled like weed and fucking pine and your legs felt like jelly! 

Her hands were everywhere: grabbing your hips, grabbing your ass, grabbing your tits through your clothes and you were moaning into her mouth, tugging at her sweatshirt to pull her closer. You felt her studded tongue slide against yours and you moaned again, louder. She hummed back, sucking your bottom lip into her mouth before releasing it to lick it again. You felt her thigh shove between yours in a hard grind against your pussy. You squeaked into her mouth as you impulsively moved downward to meet her thigh. 

“Wanted to cum on me so fuckin’ bad, right? Huh?” 

“Yeah, baby, shit— “

“Uh huh,” she hummed at your whines before pulling back, grabbing at your sweatpants with a rough tug downward. “Take these off, c’mon.” 

You yanked them down as Ellie squatted to help you get them from around your ankles. You stumbled as you lifted a leg to step out of one, but one of her hands came up to your hip to steady you, planting a gentle kiss to one of your thighs with a muttered easy. You noticed her catch a glimpse of your underwear as she pulled away from your leg, which were littered with fucking bowls of fruit are you fucking kidding—

“You’re so fuckin’ cute, holy shit,” you felt her chuckle lightly at your bashed reaction, covering your face as you whined into your hands. 

“This is so fucking embarrassing!” 

She ignored you as you felt her press kisses all over your legs, “Look at me.” 

You whined again, shaking your head. 

You felt her kiss her way back up over your panties, over your stomach with a tight grip on your hips, grabbing your tits over your sweatshirt, and you hadn’t even noticed that your hands dropped from your face to grip the counter to steady yourself. She reconnected her lips with yours and you threw your arms around her neck. She pressed her thigh against you, and you slammed a clenching hand down on the counter behind you for balance. She held your hips to help you grind down on her and you were so, so high-strung and ready to cum for her—

“El—Ellie, oh fuck!” 

“Yeah?” She said against your neck, sucking marks into the skin.

“Ye—mmh!” 

“Gonna get m’fuckin’ leg wet? Gonna make me yours?” She slurred raspily. 

The thought of her being yours was enough to make you cum hard in your panties, your body stiffening and your eyes rolling back as it wracked through you. Ellie made sure to keep the gap between your pussy and her leg closed as you rode your high out. You tried to shut your legs as she pressed into you, but your resistance only made her dig her leg harder into your clit with a cocky chuckle against your neck. You couldn’t stop saying her name and you knew she loved it! You were so happy she was standing as close as she was; You would’ve hit the floor the second it washed over you! 

She continued that slow grind as you came down. She pulled away from your neck to kiss your mouth, then your nose, then both your cheeks before mumbling, “Can you make it upstairs or do you want me walk you to the fuckin’ couch?” 

You peeled your eyes open to lightly glare at her flushed face, and she laughed before kissing your cheek again and pulling you away from the counter. “C’mon, baby, wobble your ass upstairs.” 

You did, lightheaded and all. 

Ellie's room was so… her. 

Posters of metal bands all over the black, faux brick wall, green and blue fairy lights above her dresser, little trinkets and action figures and books on her other dresser. It was all dark tones with hints of forest green on her dresser and nightstands. You were surrounded by her scent when you walked up the stairs, and you almost passed out from elation. 

What you didn’t expect to see was her customized fucking guitar that her dad gave her on the stand in the corner of her room. Next to it, on the desk near her producing equipment, was the embroidered guitar pic that you and your sister got for her eighteenth birthday. She still had it, she actually used it. You immediately felt tears prick your eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” she said sympathetically, wrapping her arms around your waist to hold you against her. You sniffled and wiped your eyes. 

“…Nothin’, just happy and missed you,” You hoped she bought it. You weren’t about to tell her that you were crying over a fucking guitar pic. 

“Missed you so fuckin’ much, you don’t understand,” and you felt her squeeze your waist tighter. 

You were on cloud nine. 

After you calmed down and wiped your face as she kissed your neck in comfort, she guided you over to her mussed king bed with a mumbled sit down against your forehead before kissing it. You sat and moved to scoot up towards the middle of the bed, but she quickly grabbed your ankles and pulled you back down to the edge. You let out a shocked squeak. 

“No one told you to move. Stay there,” She scolded quietly before removing her sweatshirt. Your pussy squeezed at the sight of her bare chest and her fucking defined abs and her everything. You examined her upper body closely: flushed chest littered with freckles shaped like stars, small and random scars that you recognized from her skateboarding accidents years ago, how muscular she was. She was so…

She watched your legs squeeze together with a lick of her lips. You watched her gaze peer down as she watched wetness collect on your panties before she turned and walked towards her dresser to turn her dim lamp and dug around for something… a few things. 

Your heartbeat pounded at an alarming pace as you watched her back muscles move with her rummaging. You let out a quiet, dreamy sigh. You’d let her do anything she wanted to you!

She walked back to the bed with full hands, placing the pile of… toys on her exposed, forest green, pine-scented sheets. 

You were staring so hard at the… weaponry she just dumped next to you. The only one you recognized was the rechargeable blue wand, her fucking thick, dark purple strap oh fuck, some cherry-flavored lube, and that clit massager that people always linked under viral Twitter threads. Hey, ladies! —

Ellie must’ve noticed the shocked look on your face as you eyed the toys because you felt her grab your chin to redirect your gaze onto her. You were so wound up. 

“We don’t have to use all of these, we don’t have to use any of you don’t wanna,” Ellie said gently as she looked down at you while gently caressing your jaw with her pointer finger. “Just wanted you to know I have a preeetty good selection to choose from, it’s up to you, though, whatever you want.” 

You got wetter at her consideration and her soft chuckles and her touch and her tits, and oh god, you were about to say I love you—! 

“Ellie, I’ve never—y’know,” You blurted out before your habit of impulsivity took over.  

“Never used a toy?” 

Your face got hotter as you sighed heavily and averted your gaze towards the wall, and you felt her release your chin to lay on her stomach next to you. 

She called out your name softly. You timidly looked at her. 

“You never had sex?” 

You slowly shook your head no. 

You were expecting her to joke around and laugh at your embarrassing confession, but she looked and sounded so attentive, so comforting, and it made you squirm. 

“It's not a big deal, y’know that right? There’s no timeline to do it. You do it when you wanna… and that’s it.” She said with soft finality as you turned to look at her… very high ceiling. Wealth. 

“I wanna, it’s just… like, I don’t know how. Like, where do I put my hands?” You asked with an awkward chuckle as you stiffly held them in the air. 

She snorted in your ear before she shuffled closer, turning onto her side to face you. You felt her lift your hoodie up just under your lounge bra and you felt her hand graze the exposed skin above your panties, not dipping under, yet. Just… touching along them. It made you shudder.

“You put ‘em where you like,” She whispered in your ear as she kissed them, barely nudging her fingers under your panties. “And you just watch. See how they react.” 

You dropped your hand to place lightly on her wrist to rest there. You saw her gauging your reaction for any signs of discomfort from the corner of your eye. There weren’t any, touch me everywhere!, you wanted to scream. 

“El…Ellie..” You whimpered out

“Tell me what you want from me, I’ll do it, anything you want, just need to hear you say it.” She sounded just as eager as you felt and it was making your toes curl. 

“Can you,” You whined out quietly as you gripped her wrist tighter. She nodded encouragingly at you. “Want you to touch me.” 

“Tell me where, baby.” 

“Y-you know where.” 

“Say it.” She demanded. Her voice was going to put you in a casket! 

“My… my pussy, want you to touch my pussy,” you quickly murmured out to her, your eyes squeezing shut in embarrassment. 

“Take these off,” she whispered, kissing the side of your head as she snapped the band of your underwear against your skin. You quickly lifted your hips to rip them off your body, harshly kicking them onto the floor. She snickered at you. 

She sat up to instantly straddle your waist and your eyes shot open. She looked so pretty on top of you like this. She bent down to place a quick kiss to your lips before she lifted your hoodie up and over your head and tossed it…. fucking somewhere, you didn’t care where! She started kissing you on your cheeks, down to your jaw, to your neck, to your shoulder (you jerked slightly, you love it when she touches you there!). You felt her slowly lift your bra up and over your tits, your back immediately arching up into her so she could pull it off you, tossing that into the abyss, as well. 

“Put your fuckin’ hands up there,” She said, nodding her head up slightly as she sat up to take your body in. You pushed your self-consciousness aside and immediately followed her instructions, releasing the tight grip you had on her sheets and stretching your arms out above your head. “Don’t move ‘em, either.”

You nodded your head. You won't, you won’t! 

She brought her lips down to meet yours again before she trailed them down your body. She kissed and sucked on both your nipples, the stud in her mouth circling the bud, as you whined and squirmed under her, fingers grasping the blankets above your head, your hips bucking up before she pressed them down with her strong hands. 

“Stop moving.” 

You nodded as you whimpered. 

She left kisses down your stomach, sucking bruises into it as she moved down down down, her feet planting on the floor before she got down on her knees. She yanked you closer to the edge and her, throwing your legs over her shoulders again. Your lower half was nearly hanging off the bed!

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy, I swear to god.” She said against your thighs as she sloppily kissed them. You clenched tighter when she whispered out a so fuckin’ cute. 

You felt her spread your pussy lips with her fingers, exposing the pulsing bud. Another gush of wetness left you and she laughed gently. It made you clench again. 

“Ever put a finger inside?” 

“N-no?” You whimpered between pants.

“You don’t remember?” 

“I’ve never… yeah.” 

She chuckled lightly. “Okay, wanna see if you like it?” 

You let out a shaky mhm!, and you felt her arms tightly wrap around both your thighs before she licked your clit in a slow swipe. 

You moaned out and your back arched and your eyes watered. The jewelry in her mouth was making you see stars and it’s been five seconds. She barely did anything and you felt that tight clench in your core! You were about to cum already!

You felt her tongue move in slow circles on your clit and you couldn’t stop making fucking noise! You were whining out pleads and your pussy was telling her I like it, don’t stop! with every throb, every clench. You could feel her take notes of all your reactions as she slowly massaged your clit with her pierced tongue. You felt that feeling coming back and it was so fast—

“El, mmh!—fuck, ‘m gonna—!”

“You can, ‘m not gonna stop.” She said against your clit. The vibrations sent your brain into overdrive. 

“Ughh! Fuck—!”

You came. You came so fucking hard. You couldn’t fucking run due to the tight grip on your thighs, so you slammed your hand down on her shoulder to ground yourself, digging your nails into it as she moaned out against your clit as she sucked on it. Your head was thrown all the way back as you screamed her name, and she was still sucking on your clit and wasn’t stopping and oh fuck— 

“El, pleasepleaseplease, I can’t—“you called out as you pushed her head away from you. 

She released your clit and slapped it before you could squeeze your thighs together. You let out a squeak and jolted away from her snickering form as you felt her kiss up your legs, to your torso, to your face before resting beside you. 

“You okay?” She asked as she laughed quietly, planting kisses on your ear and neck. You couldn’t move or speak—you could hardly breathe! — and she had the audacity to laugh?!

“I’m not done, I told you that,” She said as she sucked on your shoulder, and you felt a tight squeeze again. 

“Ellie, I can’t take anymore— “

“Yeah, you can, open em’, c’mon, lemme see,” She said as she tapped your stiff thigh. You slowly released the tension in them before letting them fall open and she sat up to prop herself on her elbow. You watched her look down so she could look at and rub your clit again, letting out a quiet fuuuck at the sight of your sticky center. Your legs almost flew shut at the sensitivity, but she held them open with one of her legs. You let out a groan as she laughed louder and rubbed a little harder before she stopped at your whining. Fucking sadist!

“Wanna watch you take my fingers.” 

You whimpered out her name as you met her gaze. 

“Want me to stop, baby?” 

You quickly shook your head. No, no no, don’t stop, don’t leave me! 

She bent down to kiss your neck as she moved her hand to squeeze the inner parts of your thigh before she brought her hand back down to rub your clit again. Your hips bucked, but she didn’t hold you. 

You felt her fingers dip lower and lower until she was at your drippy opening, only to bring them up to her mouth to suck them clean. You moaned when she moaned at the taste and turned to kiss you, gliding her tongue on yours so you could see for yourself. You sucked lightly on her tongue and her tongue ring, and she whined out. 

“Taste so fuckin’ good, such good pussy,” She slurred out against your mouth. You felt her hand go straight back down to your pussy before she lightly nudged her finger in. You went stiff. She kissed your neck to soothe you. 

“This okay?” She asked gently before continuing.  “Always remember you can stop me.” 

“Wan’it, El, I promise, want you everywhere, want you inside,” you sounded just as delirious as she was, drunk off each other. 

She nodded against you. “Okay. Gonna go slow.” 

You nodded back. 

She continued her movements, slowly pushing her pointer finger inside you, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. But you were so fucking wet, you could feel yourself dripping on her fucking sheets, her finger slipped in and you wanted more. 

You felt her slowly rub your clit with her thumb and it made you squeeze tight on her. 

“Can barely move my fuckin’ finger, what the fuck,” She said in shock and it made you squeeze harder! “Want another, baby? Want another inside?” 

You were nodding mindlessly as you listened to the noises your pussy made (yes, please! another inside!) as she rubbed you raw, and you could feel her wiggling around, in search for something—

You moaned aloud as your legs instinctively opened wider so she could get deeper and holy fuck it felt so fucking good when she hit right there—

“Yeah?” She rasped in your ear, pressing on it harder. 

“Yeahyeah, fuck—“

“Yeah babygirl? That’s the spot? Like it right here?” She asked dazed as she slid another finger in to press up against it. You felt the stretch but you didn’t care because you felt something inside you rising and rising—

She wasn’t even fucking you anymore! Just grinding her fingers into right where you needed them while her thumb circled your clit and she was about to make you cum again. The squelching noises of your pussy got louder and louder and your eyes rolled into your skull as your back arched as it hit you. 

“Fuck yeah, fuckin’ give it to me, thaaat’s a good girl, fuck me.” 

You felt a burst of wetness around you and it wouldn’t stop because of how hard Ellie was fucking you. You couldn’t think and all you could say were slurry, wet fuckmefuckmefuckme’s as she took you to the moon and back. 

You finally came down as Ellie pressed kisses on your head while slowly rubbing your clit, talking you back to earth. Your eyes peeled open, bleary and teary-eyed. How were you not dead yet? You felt like you died!

“Welcome back,” you heard a light voice giggle at you. 

You flipped her off and she laughed. She gave it a kitten lick before she sat up. What the fuck—

You watched her get up to run to the bathroom. You heard the sink running before you saw her quickly return with a warm, damp washcloth to clean you up. 

“My sheets are drenched, goddamn,” She said in quiet amazement as she ran her fingers through her hair. It made you blush harder. 

Jinglejinglejinglejingle—

Meow! MeowMeow! Meow—

“Oh shit. Needa feed her, I’ll be back,” Ellie said to you, bending down to plant a kiss on your bruised thigh, discarding the towel in her hamper. You watched as she scooped up Duchess to carry her downstairs while pressing kisses to her head. 

Your heart was pounding as you smiled dotingly at her descending form. 

After feeding the purring kitty and smoking another blunt, Ellie made her way upstairs to find you curled up and snoring. 

She snorted and made her way over to you, pressing light kisses to your back as you shuffled around. 

“I gotta change the sheets babe, up you get, c’mon,” She said gently with an encouraging pat to your ass. She did, in fact, watch it jiggle. “You wanna shower?”

You shook your head as you rubbed your eyes, rolling over onto your back. “M’kay, just gonna change them and you can sleep.” 

Ellie made her way over to her linen cabinet to grab the freshly washed sheets before making her way back over to your now upright form. 

She watched you stand up to toss the blankets and pillows off and ripped the… soaking sheets off, everything—including the pile of toys that she never put back— falling onto the rug covered floor. She noticed your avoidant gaze as you caught glimpses of her dick poking out from under the pile of bedding. It made her smile and blush. 

Ellie made the bed while you sat at her desk to drink water, fluffing the pillows and fixing the blankets. 

“Alright, come lay down.” 

She heard you move instantly as you dove headfirst into the plush bed, immediately grabbing a pillow and sliding under the blankets. 

Ellie shook her head with a smile before moving towards her nightstand to turn off the dimly lit lamp. She made her way to the bathroom before she heard a little waaitt. She turned to see you with an outstretched hand, luring her back to you. 

“What’s the matter?” She asked, squatting next to you. 

“Wanna kiss,” You said, pouting, and Ellie's heart rate shot up. Fuck, fuckfuckfuck—

But she only hummed in acknowledgment, bending down to connect your lips in a soft kiss. “Better?” 

You nodded with a grin, looking lovingly at her face. You leaned in for one more and she accepted. She accepted so quickly. 

“Gonna go shower, okay?” She said gently against your mouth. 

“Without me?” You whispered back with a sly grin, pressing another kiss to her mouth. 

“Shut up, I asked you,” She was cheesing so fucking hard, her cheeks were starting to hurt. 

You giggled, kissing her cheek before turning back over. 

Ellie let out a deep sigh as she stood and stripped, removing her sweatpants and damp boxers, and tossing everything—including your fruit bowl covered panties that you would not be getting back—into the hamper as she made her way to the bathroom. 

She shut the bathroom door and leaned back against it and thought. 

What the fuck has she gotten herself into? 

She wanted you close the minute she saw you downstairs, all warm and cozy with the brightest, gentlest eyes she’d ever had the pleasure of looking into. So soft and gentle and filled with longing. 

She hoped you noticed how much she missed you, too. 

And your stares… so filled with want and desire and eagerness. She wanted to touch you all over. 

She was so fucking horny, and her heart was beating at the speed of light and every time she shut her eyes, she could see you smiling and laughing and—

She just made you cum all over her bed… and fingers…and leg and you were so fucking tight on her, and she wanted to fuck you so bad. Want to make you feel good. Wanted to make you see what she sees whenever she looks at you. So fucking gorgeous. 

She was getting hot again. 

She slowly walked towards the shower and turned the water on, checking the temperature before stepping inside. 

She leaned forward slightly to wet her hair and her face before grabbing her loofah and soap, sudsing it up and scrubbing her body with the bubbly, pine-scented wash. She turned her back towards the hot water and immediately felt a sting on her shoulder. She turned her head, pulling the skin towards her to see the little red lines you dug into her when you came on her face. 

All she could think about was making you fucking squirt again. She needed to fucking cum so bad. 

But she didn’t want to wake you: you looked so cuddly and warm nestled under her blankets with your face nuzzled into her pillow. She wanted you to stay like that, content and satisfied and relaxed. Calm. You deserved it. Fuck, you deserved so much. 

Her soft thoughts were cut off when she turned back around and looked up. At her shower head. Her detachable shower head. She let out a sigh and accepted her fate. 

She rinsed her body off, making sure all the soap was running off of her and into the drain before she reached up to unhook the shower head from its latch in the wall. She adjusted the temperature to make it cooler, adjusted the settings to massage and squatted against the wall. She exposed her clit with her free hand and moved so the water could hit it straight on. The strong pulse made her shudder instantly. 

Justneedacumjustneedacum—

Her glossy eyes fluttered shut and she immediately saw you bouncing on her dick. She saw you rubbing your clit and touching your tits telling her how good it’s stretching you out, and it’s all for her. She saw you looking up at her with your glossy, lustful eyes, your trembling thighs, your glistening pussy. How pretty it is. How pretty your face was. How bright your smile was and fuck, it was going to make her fucking cum—

She wanted you to be happy. She loved seeing you happy. She loved it, she loved it!

“Fuck, shit!” 

She felt that sweet, swelling feeling in her cunt and she was so close. She missed your scent: you smelt like fucking sunflowers she wanted it all over her. Wanted to drown in you in any way she could. Any way you’d allow. 

She lov—

And she came so fucking hard, her ears started ringing. Her brain only producing images of you and your giggling face and you playing your fucking violin! Who would’ve thought that would make her eyes roll back into her skull as her clit throbbed in her high?

She felt the sensitivity in her bud as she held the flow of water on it, but she needed more. She wanted you so bad, she couldn’t get enough. She was biting her lip to keep from making noises because you were fucking sleeping, but she couldn’t help the little hums and squeaks of pleasure as she bucked up into the stream. 

She was going to cum again. She was getting tighter and she felt it in her toes and she couldn’t stop shaking. 

It was coming so fast. She threw her head back against the shower wall as it swelled in her lower belly and it’s right there it’s right there—

All she heard was your screams of Ellie! and fuckme! and yes! more! want you everywhere! and she blacked out when it hit her. Her mouth dropped open, and she couldn’t help the moans that left her, saying your name as quietly as she could manage. Fuck, she wanted you next to her. Wants you close, always wants you close. She never wants you away from her again. 

She came down, tossing the still running shower head onto the floor as she slouched in her position. Her vision was spotty as she glanced around at the marble walls, but she could still see you in her mind. And she knew that you wouldn’t be leaving it anytime soon. 

Fuck. 

She was in trouble. 

After Ellie got up on her trembling legs and dried off, she walked back into her room to find you tucked under her dark blankets while Duchess laid across your feet on her back. Her heart stuttered in her chest, and she couldn’t help the small smile that made its way onto her face. 

She put on a pair of boxers and Dina’s old Slayer tee before she pulled the covers back to lay next to you. She heard Duchess move around on top of your legs. She carefully sat up to stick her arm out to lure her closer, picking up the tired kitty before she put the fur ball between your bodies. She felt the kitty relax in her grasp. 

Ellie looked up at your tranquil, sleeping form before leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on your forehead. You nuzzled closer even in your resting state. 

Yeah. 

She was in fucking trouble. 

You woke up early. With no scarf on! 

It was around six in the morning when your eyes pulled up, and you were very hot. And there was something fluffy between your neck and chin. 

And then you remembered. Ellie. Kitty. Ellie, Ellie, Ellie. Oh, shit. The memories of last night slammed into you like a sixteen-wheeler and you couldn’t stop grinning. You probably looked crazy from another perspective. 

She was holding you to her chest, your bare back flush against her clothed chest. You tried to shuffle as lightly as you could so you wouldn’t wake your cuddler, but she moved with you anyway, pulling you closer. 

And then you felt her nails just barely grazing up and down your arm as you relaxed into her instantly. 

“Ellie?” You whispered. 

“Mhm?” she said hoarsely back. Fuck.

“You awake?” 

“…No.” She said with a snort. You gently kicked her leg as you grinned. 

Duchess had moved from your shoulder and onto the bed when you both started shifting, stretching her back before sitting to lick her paw and wipe her face with it, soft jingles ringing through the silence of the room. 

“She likes you,” Ellie noted softly in your ear before kissing it. 

“I love her,” you whispered back as you turned around to face the warm girl. She was resting her head on her large pillow, softly caressing your other arm. Her eyes slowly trailed down your face, then your neck, to your breasts. You watched her lick her lips before biting them. You blushed and reached out to lightly slap her arm. She smiled. 

“Not gonna touch. Just lookin’,” She whispered with a foxlike grin on her face as she continued to stare. 

You giggled at her as she softly laughed with you. “You can touch if you wanna.” 

“Oh, I’m gonna, just not right now,” she said huskily as she cockily raised her brow at you. It made you shiver in delight. She could touch you anywhere. 

But your smile slowly disappeared when you remembered. 

“Ellie?” 

“Yeah?” She said back quietly, meeting your eyes. 

“I leave in a couple days,” you said sadly. “Back to campus, I mean.” 

She nodded in understanding, but you saw her brows pulled down in a slight frown. She looked a little sad at the sound of you leaving and you wanted to hold her so tight. 

“When do you come back, do you know?” she asked in a whisper as she mindlessly played with your fingers under the blanket.

“Not ‘til April,” you said with a sad smile. “Spring break.” 

She let out a sigh before she leaned forward to plant a kiss to your lips, you instantly reciprocating. 

She pulled back to whisper, “Do you needa leave today?” 

You reluctantly shook your head yes. “Not right now, but later, yeah.” 

She said nothing, but she grabbed you by the waist to pull you closer into her chest, nuzzling your neck to plant kisses on it. You didn’t want to leave, and you could feel tears pricking your eyes. You blinked rapidly so she wouldn’t notice how upset you were getting. 

“Wanna make you breakfast, at least.” 

You let out a wet laugh as you sniffed lightly. “You almost burned your house down when you made Jesse those cupcakes for his birthday way back! You’re never allowed in the kitchen again.” 

“Oh, fuck you! I was ten and didn’t know what the numbers were on the knob, leave me alone,” She muffled with a smile into your neck. You let out an even louder laugh at her admission. She pressed one more kiss to your neck before sitting up and removing the blankets. Your nipples hardened as the cold air hit them. 

“What are you lookin’ at? Hm?” You heard her ask. You propped yourself up to see who she was talking to. You followed her line of sight onto the floor to see a… very judgmental looking Duchess giving her owner a feed me now! glare. 

“She’s a fuckin’ homophobe. Make out with me so we can piss her off more!” She said jokingly, making kissy faces and grabby hands at you. Even though you wanted her tongue in your mouth again, you declined. 

“No! Go feed the baby right now!” You said with a laugh as you moved away from her. She laughed at you before she jumped up from the bed. 

“Come on, m’love,” Ellie said as she clicked her tongue at her cat, moving towards the stairs. Small jingles and soft scratches on the hardwood filled the room. 

“Ellie, can I use your shower?” You yelled from upstairs. 

“…Course you can!” You heard her yell back. 

You hadn’t noticed as you moved towards the bathroom, but Ellie flushed bright red at the mention of the shower. 

After washing up and stealing some of Ellie’s pine-scented lotion, you put your hoodie and sweatpants from yesterday back on—bare pussy, where the fuck did your underwear go?!—and flew down the stairs at the smell of sausages and syrup. 

You saw Ellie standing over the burning stove, spatula in hand, toaster filled with blueberry Eggos. Your heart raced at the sight. 

“Oh my god, you weren’t joking about breakfast!” You said excitedly while trying to act like your heart wasn’t about to burst out of your chest. You hoped it was working. 

“Oh, you think this is for you? This is mine, you’re making your own!” Ellie said as she looked at you in mocked shock. 

“Fuck you! Put my eggs on the damn plate!” You yelled back to her as you walked over the table. 

She laughed as she stacked two waffles on your plate before topping them with whipped cream, along with your crispy sausages and (slightly burnt) eggs. She's so cute! 

The little chef walked over to you, towel slung over her shoulder as you giggled giddily. She sets your plate in front of you, calling the masterpiece chef Ellie’s surprise! with a dramatic wave of her towel. You clapped for her as she bowed. 

You drenched your waffles in syrup and dug in, as she lightly jogged over to you with a you couldn’t fuckin’ wait for me?!, plate in hand. 

You ate and talked and joked and laughed so hard, you nearly choked on your orange juice. The two of you were in your own little universe and you never wanted to leave. 

But you had to eventually, and you felt devastation wash over you every hour that passed. 

It was noon, and you had to go home. 

Ellie held your hand the entire walk down the stairs. You got your puffer from the couch and put it back on as you both walked towards the front door. 

She bought your Uber after your denial of her offer to drive you home, sadly claiming I don’t know if sissy’ll be there, and you could tell that the mention of your sister saddened her, but she accepted with a soft okay. 

She squatted to lace up your boots, planting a gentle kiss to your clothed knee before she rose to your height. She’s so tall, fuck. 

“Ready, babe?” She asked gently, wrapping her arms around your neck. You waddled closer, rubbing your nose against hers. She pressed a kiss to your mouth, and you pressed another to hers.

“Don’t wanna go,” you barely whispered out. You felt your eyes getting a little glossy. Don’t fucking cry. 

“Don’t want you to go, but you gotta,” She said gently. “Fucking scholar.” 

You were going to say something, but a notification came from her phone in her pocket. She grabbed it, softly saying your car was downstairs. 

“Text me when you get home, okay?” 

You nodded, giving her one more kiss before pulling away from her warmth, slowly walking towards the front door with her following behind. You pulled it open before turning to wrap your arms around her, and she held you just as tightly. You could see Duchess sleeping on the couch on her back, and your tears fell as you shut them. Don’t cry don’t fucking cry—

You knew you weren’t going to be able to see her before you left, so you inhaled her scent one last time until you saw her again. 

And you turned to leave before she could see your tear-stained face. 

You sent a quick text to Ellie as you exited the car saying that you made it safely. She sent you a im glad baby. get some rest and ill see u soon. And it made you sob. And horny. You want to fuck again. 

You pulled your phone out of your pocket when you got up to your room, wiping your damp cheeks. You opened your STUNNA GIRL RIDERS👩🏾‍🦳💯 group chat. 

y: hi guys lol 

And you nearly jumped at how fast the messages came through. 

ari: BITCH DKNT FUCCKINGNSAY HI LIKE SHIT IS SWEET HOW WASS THE PIPE 

krissy: hi honey! 

shining starr: U HOE

ari: SHES SO YRJXIDNFN I KNOW SHE LAID IT DOWNNNNN DDDDEEEEOWNNNNN 

y: y’all r so annoying 

y: not u kris ily so much ur everything to me

krissy: ur my baby! ilym 

ari: SHUTHT EYFHCJCXUPPP GIMME THE DETAILS I NEED EVERY DETAIL RIGHRNFUCKDINGNNOW IM NOT FUXKING PLAYING

shining starr: 😛😛

y: she made me cum when she did the knee thing and sucked my tits and ate me out and made me squirt when she fingered me

You quickly typed the message and sent it before you regretted it. Your cheeks ran hot even thinking about it. You missed her so fucking much. 

shining starr: oh wow.

ari: OHTNMTCUXKDKSIEIEIEISISJSKAKDBHDJS 

krissy: eeeek i’m so glad u had fun!! 

shining starr: u freak. always the fucking quiet ones i told u bitches that

ari: FUCKKDMFMEKWISDJJDJKOOEOEKWJWN 

ari: SHES S ABOUT TO TURN YOU OUT FUCKCDINNG THATS SO FUCKIRGNNHOT 

y: we didn’t even get to fuck fully but she has so many toys

y: i miss her so bad already 

y: she has a kitty🥺

ari: BITCH FUCK THE CAT!!!! NOBODY CARES!! WHAT COLOR IS HER STRAP 

ari: FUCKIGNNGG. FIRE HYDRANT DICK CONFIRMED???

shining starr: LMFAAOOOOO 

You giggled as you sent them (Arya) the details about what happened last night and this morning and you fucking missed Ellie. You couldn’t believe how much you missed her. 

You used to hate the Spring, but now, you couldn't wait for it to come. 

they getting freaakyyy mmmm everybody clap.

everyone pray 2 the proofread gods 4 me they aint answering my calls no more

shoutout to my lil taglist :p. @fandomshitpostingqueen, @nymphetkoo, @sawaagyapong, @gold-dustwomxn

pt. 5 :p

[psychics4unet]

20 Simpsons Psychic Predictions That Came True 🚀

Hey there, fellow Simpsons fans! 🎉 If you’ve been following The Simpsons, you know that this iconic show isn’t just about laughs and donuts (though we love those too). It’s also about some eerily accurate predictions that have left us all scratching our heads. 🤔 How did this cartoon get so many things right about the future? Grab a seat, grab a donut 🍩, and let’s dive into some of the wildest psychic predictions from The Simpsons that actually came true! 🚀

🌟🔮✨ Curious about what the future holds for you? Just like The Simpsons predicted some mind-blowing events, you too can uncover what’s in store for your life. Click the link below for your own personal psychic reading and get insights that might just amaze you:

1. Donald Trump’s Presidency 🇺🇸

Season 11, Episode 17 (“Bart to the Future”)

In this episode from the year 2000, Lisa becomes the president and mentions that they inherited quite a budget crunch from President Trump. Fast forward to 2016, and Donald Trump becomes the 45th president of the United States. What the what?! 😲

2. Smartwatches ⌚

Season 6, Episode 19 (“Lisa’s Wedding”)

During a future vision of Lisa’s wedding, her fiancé uses a watch to make a phone call. This was in 1995, way before smartwatches became a thing in the 2010s. Talk about being ahead of the curve! 📱

3. Disney Buys 20th Century Fox 🏰🦊

Season 10, Episode 5 (“When You Dish Upon a Star”)

In 1998, there’s a scene showing the 20th Century Fox sign with a subtitle “A Division of Walt Disney Co.” In 2019, Disney actually bought 21st Century Fox. Coincidence? I think not! 🎬

4. Video Chatting 💻

Season 6, Episode 19 (“Lisa’s Wedding”)

Again in Lisa’s Wedding, we see video calls being made. This was years before Skype, FaceTime, or Zoom became part of our daily lives. The Simpsons were definitely on to something here! 🖥️

5. The Shard in London 🏙️

Season 6, Episode 19 (“Lisa’s Wedding”)

In the same episode (wow, it’s like a crystal ball!), we see a skyline that includes a skyscraper eerily similar to The Shard, which wasn’t built until 2012. 👀

6. Lady Gaga’s Super Bowl Performance 🎤

Season 23, Episode 22 (“Lisa Goes Gaga”)

In 2012, The Simpsons showed Lady Gaga performing at a concert, suspended in the air. Fast forward to 2017, and Gaga did exactly that at the Super Bowl halftime show. Fly, Gaga, fly! 🎇

7. Nobel Prize Winner 🏅

Season 22, Episode 1 (“Elementary School Musical”)

Milhouse predicted that Bengt Holmström would win the Nobel Prize in Economics. And guess what? Holmström did win it in 2016. Way to go, Milhouse! 📊

8. Ebola Outbreak 🌍

Season 9, Episode 3 (“Lisa’s Sax”)

In this 1997 episode, Marge suggests that Bart read a book titled “Curious George and the Ebola Virus.” Years later, in 2014, there was a significant Ebola outbreak. Chills! 😬

9. Siegfried and Roy Tiger Attack 🐅

Season 5, Episode 10 (“$pringfield (Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Legalized Gambling)”)

The show depicted a white tiger attacking entertainers similar to Siegfried and Roy. Tragically, in 2003, Roy was indeed attacked by one of their white tigers during a performance. ����

10. U.S. Wins Olympic Gold in Curling 🥌

Season 21, Episode 12 (“Boy Meets Curl”)

Homer and Marge compete in curling and win a gold medal. In real life, the U.S. men’s team won the gold medal in curling at the 2018 Winter Olympics. Sweep that, skeptics! 🥇

But wait, there’s more! Let’s keep this prediction train rolling with some honorable mentions that didn’t make the top 10 but are still pretty mind-blowing. 🚂💨

11. Horse Meat Scandal 🐴

Season 5, Episode 19 (“Sweet Seymour Skinner’s Baadasssss Song”)

Lunchlady Doris used “assorted horse parts” in the cafeteria food. In 2013, a scandal erupted in Europe when horse meat was found in various beef products.

12. FIFA Corruption Scandal ⚽

Season 25, Episode 16 (“You Don’t Have to Live Like a Referee”)

The episode features a storyline involving corruption in the World Football Federation. In 2015, several FIFA officials were arrested amid a corruption investigation.

13. Farmville 🚜

Season 9, Episode 12 (“Bart Carny”)

In this 1998 episode, kids are seen excitedly playing a yard work simulator game. Fast forward to the 2000s, and Farmville became a massive hit on Facebook.

14. Faulty Voting Machines 🗳️

Season 20, Episode 4 (“Treehouse of Horror XIX”)

Homer tries to vote for Obama in the 2008 election, but the machine keeps changing his vote to McCain. In 2012, there were real reports of voting machines changing votes.

15. Beats by Dre 🎧

Season 8, Episode 14 (“The Itchy & Scratchy & Poochie Show”)

In a scene from 1997, we see a character wearing what looks like modern-day Beats by Dre headphones, years before they existed.

16. Mutant Tomatoes 🍅

Season 11, Episode 5 (“E-I-E-I-(Annoyed Grunt)”)

Homer grows mutant tomatoes after using nuclear power on his crops. In real life, scientists created genetically modified tomatoes that glow in the dark.

17. NSA Surveillance 🕵️

The Simpsons Movie (2007)

The movie depicted the NSA spying on citizens. In 2013, Edward Snowden revealed that the NSA was indeed conducting mass surveillance on American citizens.

18. Shard Building in London 🏙️

Season 6, Episode 19 (“Lisa’s Wedding”)

We see a tall building in the London skyline that resembles The Shard, which was completed in 2012.

19. Michelangelo’s David Censorship 🗿

Season 2, Episode 9 (“Itchy & Scratchy & Marge”)

The episode shows Springfieldians protesting against Michelangelo’s David being exhibited. In 2016, Russian campaigners did try to cover the statue.

20. Autocorrect Fail 📱

Season 6, Episode 8 (“Lisa on Ice”)

Dolph writes a memo that says “Beat up Martin” which gets autocorrected to “Eat up Martha.” Apple’s iPhone autocorrect has had many such hilarious fails.

It’s wild, right? How does a cartoon get so many things right? Well, it’s probably a mix of clever writing, sharp observation, and maybe a bit of that Springfield magic. ✨

And it's not just us hardcore fans who are intrigued. Thanks to the internet, more and more people are discovering the spooky accuracy of The Simpsons' predictions. Social media platforms are buzzing with theories and speculations. Reddit threads are filled with fans dissecting episodes, and YouTube is packed with videos analyzing every prediction. It's like a virtual treasure hunt where every frame might hold a secret clue to our future! 🔮

Some folks even believe that the writers have a time machine or some sort of psychic ability. While that’s probably a stretch, it’s fun to think about! One thing’s for sure – The Simpsons will keep surprising us with their uncanny knack for predicting the future.

Whether you’re a longtime fan or just curious about the show’s “psychic” tendencies, it’s clear that The Simpsons is more than just a TV show. It’s a pop culture phenomenon that continues to influence and amuse us, while also making us think twice about what might come next. So, next time you’re watching, pay close attention – you might just be getting a sneak peek into the future! 🕵️‍♂️✨

Stay curious, my friends! And remember, the truth is out there… or maybe just in the next episode of The Simpsons. 🌟🚀

[ponds-of-ink]

…Huh, A New Speedstorm Chapter (Chapter 2 - The Doctor’s Orders)

A lot shorter than the last one, but only because the actual gameplay’s been a bit tedious (personally). But hey, at least I get to write for this version of Doctor Finkelstein. That’s something I never thought I’d be doing this year.

I guess consider these next couple of chapters “filler/slice of life at the Speedstorm Arena” snippets until something crazier happens in-game.

For those who were expecting a follow up to the last one, sorry for the wait.

-

Two days had already flown by in the Speedstorm Arena. Multiple racers from different teams ran in and out of Oogie’s go-kart gauntlet. Aladdin proved himself decent enough to win a medal first try, Cecilia charged in and took back three medals, and Mickey—being the Star Racer—aced any race that Oogie dished out for him.

The only issue was that the system manager was already running out of steam.

Oh, sure, every racer was leveling up as fast as they could. Not even Arbee could deny that, with all the stat changes she had to calculate.

But the recommendations from the top were coming in less and less. Almost as if the challenge Oogie set was too draining.. Or the fees he set up at each track’s gate were too high. Honestly, either idea sounded plausible.

Nevertheless, Mickey stood at the blue-chained gate. He leaned back against the cobblestone wall, letting his eyes stare at the scarlet sky. “Just a couple more hours,” he thought to himself. “Then I can do the last two races tonight. We’ve done all that we can today.”

Even with that reminder, he still let out a tired sigh. Everyone was so close now, but was it already too late? Was Oogie going to win because of those fees?

Faint creaking buzzed Mickey’s right ear. He looked to see a familiar face strolling towards the gate. “Doctor Finkelstein?” he called out in surprise. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be back at the main hub?”

Doctor Finkelstein stopped right beside Mickey. He held out a piece of blue construction paper. Only a stern look told Mickey that this could very well be urgent.

Mickey cautiously took the paper. Scribbles of bone-white chalk instantly caught his eye. They were lines and boxes with little numbers on them, much like the maps back at the Arena’s directories. Except, this time, they were multiple notes from the Doctor himself. “I need more levels” read one, pointing to a particular box near the halfway mark. “Tell your manager to skip these— They are useless now” was another instruction, pointing to several on the map. But the one that shocked Mickey most of all was this: “Either your manager pays these fines, or failure is extremely likely.” What made it truly unnerving was the ever-familiar symbol of those Gold Membership tokens. Which, in his mind, could mean just one thing.

“B-But, Doctor!” Mickey stammered out at last. “You’ve heard about how she is with those Gold Memberships! She’s only bought one once, and that was on accident! Are you sure this is the only way we can defeat Oogie?”

The doctor paused for a moment, then nodded firmly. He was (mostly) certain.

Mickey’s shoulders slumped. He put a hand to his head and sighed. “I’ll tell Arbee about your suggestions,” he said glumly. “I just hope there’s another way.”

Finkelstein simply turned away and wheeled back down the path. There was no need for the Star Racer to sound like that wretched girl. Not when everything was riding on his ability to communicate.

[jigschosai]

Chapter 2 - Tour

[Special thanks to @thefreelanceangel for posting something not too long ago that got me to start this moving again. And to @irisopranta for letting me mention her to add a bit extra to the story.]

Jigs woke up early, with far too little sleep.  He could never sleep late, no matter when he went to bed, he always woke up about the same time, a few hours before sunrise.  Late night dinners with friends were a bit painful as it meant he may only get a few hours sleep as compared to when he was left to his own devices and could get to bed early.

He cleaned himself up and approached his wardrobe.  There is a lot more to you than you’ve been telling me, Nashmeira’s words having him wonder if he may have offended her in some regard, though her manners during the dinner didn’t indicate he did.  Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling he may have misled her a bit about who he was.  After a few moments of indecision, he picked the armor which he wore most of the time he served with the Scions.  The blues and golds were definitely ostentatious for day to day around Ishgard, but if nothing else the armor was comfortable, and brought some credibility to what he would tell her.

As was his custom, he made his way to the Jeweled Crozier and a small stove off to the southern side at the end of the vendor stalls.  Eliasse was already sipping on what Jigs suspected was her first cup of coffee as he walked up.

“It’s strong today,” she said,” I figured you might appreciate that after last night.”

“Thank you,” he said pouring himself a cup.

He had known Eliasse far too long to think anything would escape her notice in this city.  She had eyes and ears everywhere.  The younger ones bought off with treats and trinkets; or toys if the information was especially useful.  The older ones were paid in coin, information, or favors.  While not obvious on the surface, she did a lot to keep the city running smoothly.  Jigs had worked for her himself for a time when he was young as she would give him his favorite cookies for any job well done.  After his return to Ishgard, with Alphinaud and Tataru in tow, he made it a habit to chat with her early in the mornings before the rest of the city woke up.  Initially it was to help ensure their survival, as many forces were aligned against them; but as the Dragonsong War ended, it became a pleasant ritual which he and Eliasse decided to continue.

He caught her eyes as she looked him up and down, recognizing the armor he was in.  After taking another sip of her coffee she gave a flat, “well, tell me about her.”

Between sips of coffee, Jigs recounted the trip up for Eliasse.  He unknowingly dwelled on his conversations with Nashmeira, where she was from, how it was her first time in Ishgard; very nearly recounting the conversation on the trip up word for word.  This went on for nearly 5 minutes before Eliasse interrupted him, with a smile on her face.

“Jigs dear,” she interjected,” you have yet to tell me why she came here in the first place.”

“I, uh,” Jigs felt like he was 10 years old again, “I was getting to that. She’s here to start a dance school.  She had run one down near Limsa Lominsa but felt it was time to move to other areas.”

“And you’re wearing that armor to impress her?”

“I may not have been completely open with who I was on the trip up,” Jigs looked away as he nearly whispered this,” I’m a bit worried she may feel I misled her.  I’ll likely be giving her a tour of the city today and felt I should be a bit more honest.  It’s too much isn’t it?”

Eliasse chuckled,” You’ve saved the star multiple times and here you are smitten with someone and acting just as you were when you had that crush on, oh what was her name?” she paused,” Heurriette!”

“By the gods please do not bring that up, I still can’t look her in the eye.”

“It was adorable!”  She refilled her cup,” Though I can see how it made things awkward between you two.  I had thought Ul’dah had driven any idea of romance out of you, you never seemed to glance at anyone after your return.  It’s refreshing to see you smitten with someone again.”

They stood in silence for a bit, Eliasse giving the blush from Jigs cheeks time to fade.

“Keep the armor on,” she said,” it looks good on you.  And as for this tour, bring her here last, I’ll want some time with her.”

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Jigs was walking around the city when the page from house Fortemps tracked him down; Nashmeira was ready for her tour.  Jigs accompanied the page back to the manor and met Nashmeira at the door.

“Are you expecting trouble today Sir Chosai?” she said smirking.  Jigs was about to stammer out a response when she moved up to his side,” so where to first?”

I am overdressed; I’m making a fool of myself again, he thought.  “It’s probably best if we start there,” Jigs replied gesturing to the Vault a bit awkwardly. “The church is largely the cornerstone of Isghard, though less so recently,” worried he may sour the mood at the start of the tour he quickly added,” it’s quite the spectacle if nothing else.” They began their walk up to the doors of the Vault.

He was overthinking things.  He knew he was overthinking things; but like a cart barreling down a hill he couldn’t stop himself.  He missed the easy conversation they had yesterday.  Eliasse was right, he was smitten with Nashmeira.  Perhaps if he had spent more time with Thancred he’d have learned some things to give him more confidence in a situation like this.  Conversation was easy when it didn’t matter, but now that he felt it did; he’d rather be fighting another primal, or even an Ascian.

“Jigs?” the sound of his name tugged him back to reality,” Is everything ok?” Nashmeira asked,” you seem distracted.”

“Sorry, I guess I didn’t get enough sleep last night.”

“The armor is very nice, I just didn’t expect you to dress up for this. I was trying to be playful but I guess it came across differently.”

“I … it..,” he was trying to say three things at once and they created a logjam,”…can we sit down for a moment?” 

As they walked to a nearby bench he tried to gather himself, he let the cool morning air fill his lungs, and felt the warmth of the sun on his skin as it inched over the rooftops.  After they were seated he looked to her face, she had an expression of both concern and expectation.

“Yesterday…” the word was difficult to get out, but the others began to flow more easily, more evenly,” I feel I may have misled you.  I may have underplayed my importance in the city a bit too much.”  He paused, how to tell someone you’re the Warrior of Light without sounding like either a braggart or a liar. “I..”

Nashmeira had a knowing but comfortable smile, “the Warrior of Light, I know.”

Jigs was stunned,” but …”

“The Fortemps and I spoke long after you left, Emmanellain couldn’t keep quiet about it, and once he started Edmont and Artoriel joined in singing your praises.”

He sighed,” I should have figured that out…” as he looked toward the ground, avoiding her gaze briefly.  When he looked back to her face she was smiling.

“It may have been for the best, I’m not sure I would have believed you had you told me yesterday, or even if F’lhaminn had mentioned it.  F’lhaminn and I have played some tricks on each other before; but I had no doubts you were a capable adventurer, and paladin besides,” she paused,” does she know?”

“I think so, but we’ve never really discussed it.  She knows I’ve fought primals, it’s not difficult to draw conclusions from that.” He paused briefly, looking up to the sky,” I don’t think she cares about that though, to her I’m an adventurer who’s tried to be there for her if she’s needed me.”  He felt the weight of all the doubts he had earlier slip away, his shoulders and back straightening a bit in response. 

They were quiet for a short time, a comfortable silence.  Jigs broke it first, “I’m sorry about all this, would you like to continue the tour?”

“Of course!”

Jigs brought her back to the entrance of the Vault and explained the church’s importance in Ishgard, how they largely worshiped Halone, and how the end of the Dragonsong war had changed how so many saw it.  Nashmeira took a keen interest in how the people’s faith had been shaken.  He initially thought he had misjudged her, but Nashmeira explained that at its core, it’s why she was opening a dance school, as it was that kind of hopelessness that gave rise to the forces her style of dancing was meant to combat.

They made their way to The Tribunal to the Athenaeum Astrologicum and Jigs showed Nashmeira inside.  Jannequinard greeted them and provided a brief history of the Astrologians in Ishgard, as well as a brief demonstration.  Afterwards, they made their way down to the Saint Valeroyant Forum.

Nashmeira looked off to The Forgotten Knight,” is that the inn?”

“It is,” Jigs responded flatly, clearly not wanting to entertain a trip there.  Despite this she gently tugged at his arm in that direction, intent on seeing the fate she was spared.

They entered the dark inn and made their way down the stairs as the cloying scent of ale wafted around them.  As they reached the bottom of the stairs an adventurer landed in front of the innkeeper having leapt off the balcony onto the floor.  The innkeeper was non-plussed and handed him a key to his room.  Nashmeira was shocked by the whole spectacle and kept a lookout for more falling adventurers as she approached the innkeeper.

She explained she wanted to see a room, and the innkeeper begrudgingly acquiesced.  She disappeared into the hallway as Jigs waited for her at the bar.  Only a moment later she returned, thanked the innkeeper and handed the key back to him, then far more forcibly than before, tugged Jigs to the door leading toward the Brume.

“Thank you,” she said to Jigs as they exited.  Jigs just smiled in response.

They made their way to The Firmament for lunch, a brief tour, and an introduction to Ehll Tou who was happy to meet another one of Jigs friends.  Upon the return to the Brume and Jigs began to escort Nashmeira through the alley.  She slowed down, slowing Jigs with her.   When he looked at her he noted how she was taking it all in.

“I don’t understand,” she nearly stammered,” how could they have a place as splendid as the Firmament and have this right beside it.”

“It’s an embarrassment,” Jigs responded.  “It’s been this way for a long time, even when I lived here as a child.  Unfortunately, the nobles see no financial benefit to restoring it, so very little progress has been made because of that.”  Jigs was about to go on when someone yelling interrupted.

“They got you play’n tour guide now?” Hilda yelled from down the alley.  Jigs brought Nashmeira over and made the introductions.  After Nashmeira explained the purpose of her trip Hilda responded, “you honestly think movin’ your feet around a bit is going to give people hope in a place like this?” Jigs moved to calm things down, but Nashmeira responded before he could.

“And that clunky firearm on your back has?”  The words escalated from there and before Jigs knew it bottles were being setup on a pile of stone blocks at the end of the alley.  A small crowd was forming around them excited by the spectacle.

“Twelve bottles, so we get six each,” Hilda chided,” unless of course you miss one dancer girl.”

Nashmeira said nothing, just removed her coat and handed it to Jigs.  She grabbed the chakrams at her hips and let them rest in her hand; the holds showed signs of a lot of wear, but the blades appeared to be razor sharp.  She starting bouncing on her toes in a rhythm to a song only she could hear.

Hilda ripped off 6 shots in succession, 6 of the bottles exploded in showers of glass at the far end of the alley nearly simultaneously, the crowd cheered.  “Your turn dancer girl.”

Nashmeira smiled, Jigs saw the aether gathering around her in different designs as her dance became more elaborate; simple bounces replaced with twirls and pirouettes.  He nearly missed the chakrams leaving her fingers.  The tops of the 6 remaining bottles popped off as the chakrams returned to Nashmeira’s hands with a grace that could only be gained through a lifetime of practice.

“Well, I guess you hit them,” Hilda said, still a smug sense of superiority in her tone.  As she finished the top halves of each of the bottles began to slide off the bottoms, nearly in unison, then crashed to the ground.  The crowd let out a cheer.  It wasn’t everyday they saw someone best Hilda at her own game.  “Alright alright, what do you need to make this class of yours happen dancer girl?” 

With her coat returned Nashmeira and Hilda worked out the details of what would be needed to have the classes in the Brume.  Space to work, some training dummy’s, and most importantly for Ishgard, a fire to keep people warm enough that they wouldn’t be forced to wear heavy clothing.  Hilde said she would set her Hounds to work on what needed to be done and that classes could start the following day.

Her business concluded she took Jigs arm and they resumed the tour.  As they approached the Skysteel Manufactory Jigs stopped and fished around in his pouches.  Satisfied he had found what he was looking for he extended a fist to Nashmeira indicating she should open her hand.  He dropped 2 cotton balls into it.  “You’ll probably want to stick those in your ears for our next stop.”

While the noise of the manufactory was deafening, Stephanvien greeted them warmly.  Jigs made the introductions and Stephanvien turned to Nashmeira and started showing off his latest creations as he brought her around the manufactory.  Nashmeira nodded anytime he paused.

A short time later they were making their way to the Jeweled Crozier, Nashmeira removed the cotton from her ears,” Did I agree to anything with that man?”

“What? No, not at all, why do you ask?”

A chuckle entered her voice,” I couldn’t hear a thing he said.”

It was Jigs turn to laugh,” I’m hoping that’s because the cotton worked.” Nashmeira nodded. “I don’t know how he and his wife Iris get on sometimes.  It seems she’d have to yell at him constantly just to be heard.” Jigs paused,” Actually, it may be beneficial to introduce you to Iris.  She’s one of the best seamstresses in the city and may be able to outfit your students.  I can look into that if you’d like.”

“Perhaps, I’d like to see where things stand with the first couple of classes before winding up with any more obligations.  I’m worried what Hilda may ask for in return for her assistance as time goes on.”

“It will almost certainly be just enough to cover costs,” Jigs tried to reassure her,” she’s not the type looking for a profit.  She’s just looking to get the Brume caught up to the rest of the city.”

As they made their way through the Jeweled Crozier, Jigs guided Nashmeira directly to Eliasse. “I believe Eliasse will want to take you on a tour of the Crozier herself.”  As they approached the little stove Jigs noted a scent that was familiar, but he couldn’t quite place.

“Is that Thavnarian Chai?” Nashmeira asked excitedly.

“It is dear, why don’t you join me for a cup,” Elliasse responded.  Nashmeira trotted over to the stove with a childlike bounce in her step.  “Jigs, I will take care of our guest.  I’ll send someone when we need you.”

Nashmeira turned and smiled at him,” thank you for the tour today.  I appreciate it.”   Jigs returned the smile, and nodded, then made his way back toward the Foundation.

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A couple hours later Jigs was still out and about the city.  A young elezen ran up to him, nearly out of breath.

“Master Chosai,” he got out in between breaths,” I was told to give this to you.”  He handed Jigs with Eliasse’s seal emblazoned on it.  The child was sprinting back towards the Crozier before Jigs could ask if he needed to catch his breath.  Whatever treat Eliasse had offered apparently had him very motivated.

Jigs opened the letter,

Jigs,

I’ve escorted Nashmeira back to Fortemps manor.  You are to pick her up at sundown and escort her to this address for dinner.  Wear something nice that is NOT ARMOR!!!

E.

The address written below was one he did not recognize, though definitely within the city.

When was the last time he wore something that wasn’t armor?

[noodleblade]

Miscellaneous Tag Game (stolen title <3)

thank you bestie:3 @searchingfortheuniverse I'll be working on this while im on and off phone calls~

A band you don’t like that many others do: UM idk...my music taste is all over the place and I really only know the bands i think?? oh- maybe Mother Mother, only because I have not bothered to listen to their music past Junkrat hype videos and that's probably tainted my view a little. For better or for worse.

A childhood memory that you remember vividly: during a summer in greece, idk how, but I got roped into selling watermelons off the side of the road. I couldn't have been more than 6 or 7, but I remember I would put the watermelon in a plastic bag and the farmers thought it was really funny because that's such a...united states thing...to bag 1 whole watermelon in plastic. Anyways, they paid me in cucumber slices with salt.

Least favorite animal and why: HUH LEAST. I'm not a huge fan of like reptiles? Specifically those smaller than a bread box. Too fast, too squirm. Im worried I'll crush them in my hands. (im thinking of specifically florida geckos...idk they are cute but i freak out trying to hold them).

Hot fandom take: just because something is popular and fandom-wide accepted doesn't mean it is good. and not agreeing with it/wanting to engage in it doesn't mean you or your own opinions are bad. the monopoly on accepted 1 true canon is boring.

Do you wear any jewelry, if so, what’s your favorite piece: I try an rotate my jewelry around but I'm usually wearing a few rings, a necklace and a pair of earrings. My favorites are the rings. They are my mom's old ones and I typically wear the same two every day. One is a gold key of greece and the other is a thin black bar but the sides have really small thin heart cut outs.

A movie others liked but you didn’t: HMMMMM probably the new star wars trilogy. felt unnecessary and i just didn't like it? big shruggies

Three things you love about yourself: my writing- its something that I enjoy the most in the world and something that I can claim as mine. I also think I'm pretty funny in a sillay way which is poggers. I like my openness to trying things. Think that's helped make me more well-rounded. I hope so at least.

A place you hope to visit in the future and why: HMMMMM. I want to visit Japan again. For a new place, I want to go to South America. Peru maybe??? Mexico would also be nice. So that's what I'm gearing up towards next.

An actor that gets on your nerves and why: Uh Matt Smith? No reason behind this. but I see his block head and kind of just look away.

Things you’re excited for in the nearby future? I have a lot of little house projects I finally feel like tackling which is exciting. Ive lived in my house for almost 2.5 years and still havent felt like parts of it are complete yet.

Least favorite ship in a fandom you’re in: oof I lowkey kind of hate saying things I don't like on here. bad experiences in the past when people were upset I didn't like a thing they did and got mad at me. But uhhh not the biggest fan of most rodimus ships? but I think mega/rod is my least favorite of them. sorry!

What’s the most toxic fandom you’ve been in? hahaahahahhahahah can you believe Game of Thrones wasn't the most toxic???? it was jjba. I got put on a ban list which was kind of funny. I also got kind of show-ponyed in a toxic discord server for a while which has completely ruined me in the ability to act normal on discord outside of my irl friends. that account is deleted but the ao3 is still circling around.

List three things you find beautiful about life: Friends and family- sometimes I want to kill but I really do love them so so much. I like creating things and creating things with people. I also really like my area as far as nature goes. the beach to swamp ratio sings to me.

Any dreams for the future? I want to go on a really long hike. Maybe like a 2 day one? (< says the person that has gone on a max 2 hour hike before). Also just working on my original fiction again. I miss those fellas.

How are you really feeling today? Motivated!!!! Im a little groggy still, but I've been really excited about life and betterment lately so its overcoming my sleepy brain.

Tags: feel free to do or not: @honkytonka, @elmonstro, @huanted-dennys, @feral-birb-husband, @solarstormstuff @anyone else who wants to!! I'd be happy to read them:3

[shipsgaysfordays]

Chapter 2: Witty Title

Link to chapter 1 of “is it everything your heart desired?” here

This is chapter 2 of my Minnie/Poppy fic, finally posting this here due to the whole ao3 situation. I’m titling this chapter witty title because I honestly can’t remember what the title was.

Wednesday, September 1, 1971

“Minerva,” Poppy greets, getting the response of a short nod. The woman’s eyes wander to that glowing gold ring, just as bright as the first time she’d ever seen it, if not even brighter and more shimmering like the sun. 

“You’ve heard of…” Poppy’s words dropped off, people could be listening, ears are everywhere and it’s not her right to spew the secrets of a little kid. 

“Yes, it seems we will have to work together once again Madame Pomfrey.”

“You haven’t got to act like it’s a death sentence to be in the same room, McGonagall.”

“Let’s just hope it’s not, for him especially. I’ve heard how little research has been done about…the condition,” Minerva retorted slyly. 

“I’ve looked at what I could, but yes, you’re right, there’s not much favorable or helpful information about the condition…have any guesses what house he might end up in?” Poppy pondered. 

Minerva was silent. 

“I guess we’ll see,” Poppy said as she started walking away, over to her own seat for the grand sorting and dinner. Quite a bore to endure after the years, no matter what house they were sorted into, they would always end up in the hospital wing for some reason or another. Pridefulness of trying to accomplish overcomplicated spells. Pranks, though they hadn’t been too common, thankfully. And of course the flying death trap that is quidditch. 

Random kids get sorted as it always goes, the hat screaming random names like: “James Potter, GRYFFINDOR!” or “Dorcas Meadowes, SLYTHERIN!” The names go on and on, though there was truly only one student that caught her attention, Remus Lupin. A cruel choice of name, though it’s better than Rudolfa Lupin which was written on some of his records. Truly Lupin would make it a bit difficult to hide as a wolf, then again, many of these kids are more interested in their personal issues so there’s a great likelihood that none would notice. Hopefully.

“Remus Lupin, GRYFFINDOR!” The boy made a bit of a face, like he was expecting something different. A different name? A different house? Who could say?

Later within the night Pomfrey stared at the piles of papers on her desk. Pre-existing conditions to be aware of for certain students. Mobility aids and how to fix aids that break for other students. Allergies and cures. Popular hexes and their counters. Things any good medi-witch should be aware of. Though as she stared at all the lines and letters that began floating together, her mind wandered to so long ago. 

…

Friday, September 27th, 1963

“You know, you’ve really gotta get out about the grounds,” Minerva stood in the doorway with a sly smile. 

“Oh, and why’s that?” Poppy turned away from her documenting of the day’s patients.

“Well firstly,” Minnie glided through the room, “it’s good for your health, you should know that. A sedentary life stuck in a clinic is good for no woman.”

“I get out to your precious quidditch pitch often enough,” Poppy turned her focus back to the papers in front of her.

Minerva was having none of that, turning her newfound friend's chair around to face her as she spoke, “Only for work, you need to get out and see the sights, do something for fun! Not just to care for the students.”

“And where would you have me go, Minerva? What sights are there to see?” Poppy’s lip curled, sighing. 

“There’s the lake–”

“Introducing me to the squid now?” Poppy laughed. 

Minnie rolled her eyes, “No, I’d rather not deal with all the complaining and shrieking that would cause. Truly though, the lake is a gorgeous sight under the stars…like tonight.” 

“Tonight?” Poppy’s eyebrow raised. 

“Yes, tonight,” Minnie grabbed Poppy’s hands and started guiding her out the room. 

“And I have no choice in the matter?”

“Absolutely none, come on Pomfrey, see the beauty this school has to offer.”

I already am, Poppy thought, lovestruck as they walked through the mostly empty and silent midnight halls.

After rows and rows of steps, doors, steps, doors, grass, finally they were at the lake. Poppy could swear she could hear the squid snore, though maybe that was just bubbling waves or the wind. 

“So,” Minerva finally spoke after a long bit of silence, “is it everything your heart desired?” 

Poppy looked at the way the stars reflected in the lake, glowing little dots alongside the silhouette of the trees and rocks. She stared down at the water, straight at her wavy reflection, as she pondered the question she could feel Minerva’s stare. The lake looked even more watery for a moment, until Poppy realized that the water was coming from her own eyes…her tears. 

“No,” Poppy said sarcastically as she tried to wipe away the strange and uncalled for tears. Yet still, they kept coming. 

Minerva’s hand moved to Poppy’s cheek, brushing away the tears and then simply holding her face. It felt warm, the comfort of what could only be called home. Though the dark night sky made it harder to see some of their faces, it felt as though Minerva could see into her soul. 

“Then what does your heart desire?” Minnie asked a silly question, a return of sarcasm, but as she held Poppy’s face it felt far more serious, far more real. 

Poppy’s eyes went about as wide as the lake, “I–” she began choking out a response, praying that the woman holding her face wouldn’t feel just how warm it was, “I should go back.”

“What does your heart desire?” Minnie stepped close enough for Poppy to feel the warmth of her breath. By this point she felt as hot as the sun, no doubt a fever would come. 

“Something it cannot have.”

“How do you know?” Minerva countered. 

“I just do,” Poppy reached up for Minnie’s hand, bringing it back down, holding their hands at their sides, “I should really turn in for the night. You never know what early morning shenanigans the kids will get up to.”

“What does your heart desire?” Minerva asks one more time, a sense of uneasy curiosity in her voice. 

“Well if I told you then I wouldn’t be the medi-witch of mystery, now would I?”

“No fair.”

“It wouldn’t be quite fair for me to tell you all my secrets and you to tell me none.”

“It sounds perfectly fair to me,” Minerva smiled.

Poppy rolled her eyes, “You’re delirious and should get to bed.”

“Take me to yours,” she joked, biting her lip.

“Definitely delirious, possibly fatigue induced insanity.” 

“Transfiguration.”

“What?” Poppy stopped in her tracks. 

“You still haven’t come to visit me, I figure you haven’t discovered what I teach, it’s transfiguration. Now I don’t have to find you everytime and you have an excuse to get out of that boring buggering hospital wing.” 

“Does the offer for tea and biscuits still stand?” 

“Always,” Minnie squeezed her hand.

…

Thursday, September 2, 1971

Poppy fell asleep at her desk, a not so uncommon occurrence within the first few weeks back. 

Always, the word stuck in her mind, in her memory, yeah, right. But soon enough they would need to meet up and discuss the lycanthrope, and nothing else.

[mintskiez]

Please Don't Leave

Hi, here's a bittersweet little fanfic based on the aftermath the latest episode. All of them are traumatized but it's going to be okay. This is for all my homies who just need a hug. 

CW: Swearing, brief mention of blood, child abuse, and guns (nothing more dramatic than the canon show) 

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Some days are better than others. Some days you wake up at 9AM to the sound of a painfully off-key four year old singing to an NHK kids program, the distant clatter of cutlery, and the smell of pancakes. Some days the sunlight spills over the peony scented sheets like gold and you let the calm swallow you whole. 

Today is not one of those days.Today is one of those days where you wake up in a cold sweat, heaving on the bathroom floor. The tiles had drained all warmth from your body. The prickly gash in your arm has bled through the tensor bandage and is now staining the sterile white porcelain of the bathtub. You forgot to turn off those sickly greenish lights again. Serves you right for staying up three nights buzzed off of energy drinks with a loaded glock at your side. You wish you had saved more on your energy bill so you wouldn’t have to see your gaunt feverish reflection in the mirror. 

‘Clean it up—“ you hear in your father’s voice. It sounds dangerously close. The tension in those words is so tight it feels like it’s inches from making contact with your skin. Shakily you erase any trace of your stay in this room.

‘Miri.'

You silently pace down the hall. Gentle on the heel and breathe through your mouth slowly so you don’t make a sound. You’ve memorized where the floorboards creek and where they hold your weight without complaint. Gently you push the pads of your fingers into the sticker and crayon covered door before slipping your head in. The cat clock is ticking away methodically. It’s 2:08 AM. You watch the lump of pink pyjamas and messy brown hair with bated breath. Your shoulders ease an inch when your confirm the rise and fall of her chest. She groans and mumbles something before rolling over to face you.

'She’s safe.' You scold yourself mentally. 'Go back to your post.’

That’s when she opens her big brown eyes and screams. You jolt and step backwards. Your footing is lost on a discarded heap of laundry resting on the hardwood floor. Your head makes contact with the threshold. Stars. Suddenly the whimpers hidden behind a quilted shield becomes uncontrollable wailing. 

Within moments you hear sheets being thrown down the hall and the slam of a bedroom door. Kazuki sprints down the hall within seconds with a baseball bat over his shoulder, hair as wild as his bleary stare. You lock eyes. He slowly lowers his weapon, tosses it to the side, and starts hissing exasperated remarks before bursting into Miri’s bedroom and flipping on the light switch. “Papa, there’s a monster—“ Miri chokes.Kazuki sighs and meets her embrace with a firm bear hug. “Miri, there is no monster—"

‘Monster.' You only catch the tail end of what Kazuki says because you’re already halfway down the hall. 

   He finds you an hour later on the balcony. He’s likely lulled her back to sleep and replaced himself with several plushies to get here. The cool air and calming scent of tobacco has reduced rigors to a fine tremor. It’s peaceful for a moment as you watch the flickering lights over the bridge and the faraway sound of the river flowing. Another drag of a cigarette steadies your uneven breathing. Kazuki knows better than to rest a hand on your shoulder right now and you are grateful for it. Instead he joins you at the railing.    

“Kyu-chan called.” Kazuki said softly. “Is this why you gave us these?” He slipped a couple plane tickets, forged passports, and an envelope of cash out from his dressing gown and waved it listlessly over the three story drop.    

“You two don’t deserve this.” You murmur. You don’t deserve to get hurt because of me.    

Kazuki gave a bitter laugh. “Is this why you’ve been so eager on chores and taking Miri to school lately? You’re playing hero?” You turn to him a little shocked. “Miri didn’t deserve the parents she was given. I didn’t deserve to lose my wife and unborn child. You didn’t deserve to be abused and turned into a child soldier.”    

“I—“     

"Do you know what we do deserve, Rei?” He barks. “We deserve this stupid little family. I don’t care how much I suck at our job or how much you suck at being a civilian, I would die to keep it. You are fucking insane if you think I’m going to leave you!”    

You stare, something sadder than a scream trying to escape your paralyzed tongue. A raw, beaten, and longing part of you lamely lifts a hand to reach for him. Within seconds you’re holding onto each other for dear life. Kazuki’s shaky breathing is muffled into your shoulder. You can feel the steadying beat of his heart against your ribs. One hand is woven through your hair and another drawing circles into your back. All you can do is squeeze him tighter.

Somehow you both make it to the living room. Kazuki pulls two chairs between the sofa and coffee table before reinforcing them with couch cushions. Everything is moving in slow motion, slipping between your fingers like water. It’s only when he returns from the hall with a blanket that you start to question the scene unfolding in front of you.     

“What are you doing?”    

“Making a pillow fort,” he huffs.     

“Why?”    

Kazuki looks at his work with a solemn smile. “When Miri does it she always seems happier.”    

Before you can comment he’s already dragging you by the shirt collar and crawling inside. It’s cramped, dangerously soft, and the little lamp between covers the fleece ceiling with a maple syrup hue. You sink into the cushions a bit before someone draws up your sleeve and starts working on the shoddy dressing. You’re too exhausted to protest.    

“You were bleeding on the floor, dumbass.” He scolds. “How long were you planning to hide this?”    

You shrug halfheartedly. He pours saline over the gash. You clench your jaw. By the time the blood has been dabbed away with gauze, the edges taped together, and a thick pad of cotton is slapped overtop, you’re nodding off. You wonder if there is another reality where you two met as children and sat in a pillow fort together.     

You don’t realize that he left until you hear the ticking on the gas burner and the clunk of the kettle. A needy insecure part of you wants to call him back. Instead of pushing it down as usual, you think of what he said on the balcony and feel a little more at ease. It’s not long before you are both sitting shoulder to shoulder with warm herbal tea in your hands. It’s raspberry, lavender, and camomile, with honey, of course.     

That’s when you hear footsteps.     

The floorboards groan.         

The hair stands on the back of your neck.     

A shadow looms over the fleece roof of the pillow fort.         

That’s when a drowsy Miri appears with a strawberry print blanket trailing behind her. She whines about Kazuki-papa leaving before crawling into your lap. Kazuki appears relieved but a little offended.    

“Rei-papa,” she yawns. “You’re not a monster. I’m sorry.” You gently brush her bangs out of her eyes. “When mama gets sad, she leaves. Please don’t leave.”     

There is that creeping feeling in your throat again. She nuzzles her porcelain cheek into your chest and grips balls up the grey fabric in her tiny hands. Neither you or Kazuki say it aloud but raising Miri has become a kind of healing. For Kazuki, it's moving on. It's becoming the father he was so excited about becoming before it was all taken away. For you it's learning the patience and kindness that you were never entitled to. Suddenly the numbness of blue screens and cigarette smoke falls away with a sober realization: you could lose what you thought were never worthy of. 

You curl into her little fragile body and feel your bones start to shake. You don’t realize how hard you're biting back tears until you taste metal. Kazuki envelopes both of you like the giant space heater he is. Maybe it’s the weight on your mind or Kazuki’s stupid pec crushing your aching arm but years of self loathing, guilt, and anger start to spill out in tears racing down your cheeks. It’s so overwhelming your stomach collapses into itself and all you can do is gasp for air. Startled, Miri starts bawling too. It takes twenty minutes of gentle rocking, whispered words of reassurance, and wiping away tears but the tide of your breath turns slow and littered with hiccups. You forget the feeling that catharsis forced out of you and float in that cotton headspace a bit while smoothing out the cowlicks on your daughter’s head.     

“I’m sorry I made Rei-papa cry…” Miri sobs.    

“No!” You blurt out. The thought of letting her carry that guilt makes you queasy.     

Kazuki sighs and cups her face with one hand. “Miri, sometimes people need to cry but they don’t feel safe enough to do it.” He explains. “Then all that sad and angry makes you sick and you forget how to smile.”    

Miri sniffs and lets out a meek but thoughtful “oh".     

“That’s why we need family,” he announces. Oh god, not another inspirational rant. “So we don’t get emotionally constipated!”    

Miri knocks her head to the side. “What’s a con-stah-pated?"    

Kazuki cackles. You elbow him in the side. He pulls both of you down with a dramatic roar into the cushions in retaliation. Miri squeaks and giggles. She looks up at you with equally red and puffy eyes, slaps her grubby fingers on your cheek, and smiles. It’s incredibly effective.    

“I’m not leaving.”    

“Promise?”    

“Promise.”

   The next day you wake up from a dreamless sleep. Hazy shadows slowly come into focus. You hear the noisy little inhales and exhales of a child pressed into your shoulder. Your forehead is warm against a man’s stubbly jaw. The refrigerator hums and somewhere far away there are sparrows singing. Shards of rose and orange morning light dance across the blanket canvas protecting all of you. All of the tension wound up in your back has come undone. The pain in your arm is dull and distant. Your eyes start to grow heavy again. Next time you wake up it's 9AM, there’s a painfully off-key four year old singing to an NHK kids program, the table is being set, and you smell pancakes.

[friendshipgirl]

Wrap Party

( it was day 6 after the final season of Animaniacs and everyone was at the After Party. )

Saturn: We’re here live at the Animaniacs set awaiting the princess' review. ( to Wakko ) Wakko Warner, that was quite a risky move on the last episode.

Brain: Tell me about it.

Saturn: Are you sorry you didn’t have a crew chief during the final scene?

Wakko: ( chuckles ) Oh Saturn, there’s a lot more to bring a cartoon than just being popular. I mean, we all know Lauren is addicted to us, and she doesn’t even have any merch or anything, because having autism, she is one of those easy going fans. Plus, you know I love the whole ‘we can do whatever we want’ philosophy that they had there. So if it were not for the fact that this was my last season as on set, we would be in a completely different spot. But the Apiverse is never rule following. And am I sorry I didn’t have a crew chief? No. I am not. Because I’m king of the 2000s.

Brain: ( sarcastically ) Oh yeah, really.

Saturn: That was a very confident Wakko Warner. Coming to you live from the Animaniacs set, I’m Saturn Starring!

( With Dot, she was posing for a few fans when Meda was blocking the camera )

Camera Girl: Yo! Get out of the shot!

Dot: Woah, Meda! Meda, what are you doing? You’re blocking the camera! Everyone wants to see the new heart ring I got!

Meda: What?

Dot: Now back off!

Meda: Oh, that’s it! Come on girls!

( the makeup artists leave )

Dot: Woah, where you girls going?

Meda: It’s the final season! We QUIT, Miss One Woman Show! ( storms off )

Dot: Oh, okay, leave. Fine. I prefer makeup artists who have a good sense of humor anyway! Adious, Medichine.

Meda: AND MY NAME IS NOT MEDICHINE!

Dot: Oh whatever!

Joeleen: ( comes up with her crew members ) Hey Dot! Yo! Warner! Seriously, that was some pretty darn nice acting out there. BY ME! ( her and her crew members laugh ) Welcome to the Joeleen Era baby! I suppose I get to have my own show no that your crappy show is done. Hey girls, how do you think I’d look in Warner Brothers gold? WARNER BROTHERS GOLD! ( they laugh again )

Dot: In your dreams Thunder.

Joeleen: Yeah right. ( suddenly confused ) Thunder? What is she talking about thunder?

Dot: Oh, come on. Everyone knows that thunder always comes after lightning and lighting sometimes has pink. And pink looks good in… Dots.

( the crowd screams excitedly as the camera pepole snapped pictures of Dot who poses in various ways )

Joeleen: Who here knew the- the thunder and lightning thing!?

Crew member 1: Not me.

Crew member 2: I didn’t.

( with Dot, she was being surrounded by the flashing paparazzi as she poses adorably for them )

Camera Woman 1: Over here Dot!

Camera Man 1: Show us the heart!

Camera Man 2: Show me the heart, Baby!

Camera Woman 2: That’s it Smile for me Dot!

Camera Woman 3: Give me the heart!

Camera Man 3: Show me the heart Dot! That’s it!

( meanwhile with Yakko and Pinky, they were talking to each other as they exited the sponser's tent )

Pinky: Poit! That was some season. You sure made WB proud.

Yakko: Well Pinks, you’ve been good to us all these years. It’s the least I can do. ( He gives him a hug ) Thank you for everything. Seriously. This season’s been nothing short of amazing.

Pinky: Aw shucks, Yakko. Don’t let the compliments get away from you now that we’re on your ship. You’d do the same for me wouldn’t ya? Narf!

Yakko: Yeah. It wouldn’t be nothing without you kids.

( back with Dot, she was loving the paparazzi she was getting from the reporters. The twins from before scream and run up to the stage in pink sweaters )

Fanna: Hi Dot! I’m Fanna!

Donna: I’m Donna!

Both: We’re, like, you’re biggest fans! ( shows their firework headbands ) GO BIG!

Dot: ( awkwardly ) I love being me…

Secretary Woman: ( leads them off ) Alright! No fireworks on the stage boys!

Donna: Wait! Ahh!

Fanna: WE LOVE YOU DOT!

( Dot giggles and blow kisses them goodbye )

[ectospacecadet]

Just wanted to add to this.

So Danny’s just gone through all of the events of AGIT, right? He went through struggling to work through his powers slowly becoming diminished and was getting a bit of imposter syndrome/depressed(?) over it.

He finds the source of a Ghost’s power and uses that knowledge to give himself a whole new purpose and is probably the most at peace with himself he’s been in the past couple of years, to the point where he has a new firework ectoblast power thing.

So he’s gone through all of the lows and highs in this novel, yeah? Then once Clockwork is saved from the fusion between him and Phantom (Dark Danny) he says this.

It feels more like a ‘have a gold star’ comment than an actual thank you, that and Clockwork sees all the different paths of the time stream.

So after all of that he pulls Team Phantom out of the timestream to see the damage caused by the events.

Now, first of all, let’s just look at what Clockwork says here, not all of the other timelines were compressed, but the ones that were the most corrupted were compressed into two stable timelines, so that was just a casual multiversal/AU genocide he pulled. That also technically means Danny’s original timeline parents are now gone/erased and are going to be replaced by whatever the new timestream manages to make for him.

Let’s look at the generous options Clockwork offers to Danny shall we? :3

Door 1: Everything goes back to normal and you have no powers. So all of this personal growth you’ve gone on and the life’s purpose you’ve given yourself will be made void.

Door 2: Everything goes back to normal, but you’ll have your powers and secret identity back. Also you wont receive any acclaim to the events of [REDACTED].

So option A: I fix it all and you don’t get to be the hero you currently know you want to be, who knows what’ll become of ghosts and humans?Option B: I fix it all but you go back to secrecy and have your powers, also you can fulfil your ‘self-given’ role.

Idk guys, which would you choose after going through EVERYTHING? The shiny turd or the pile of gold? XD

Clockwork SO wants whatever outcome to happen happen.

Danny: I’m gonna declare my new life’s purpose!

Clockwork: 😏

Dude you SO wanted all of this to happen.

Even this piece by @pichikui show’s Clockwork towering over the 3 here, Clockwork’s pulling some strings my guys. There’s no way he would lose that easily to Phantom, he had every way to stop him from fusing with his ghost form.

[confessions-of-a-mum]

Confessions of a Mum, Fitness Pro, Partner, and Friend: A Weekly Blog Journey

Hey there, lovely readers! Strap in because we’re about to embark on a wild, witty, and refreshingly real rollercoaster—the kind where you laugh till you cry, cry till you laugh, and maybe even spill your coffee (don’t worry, I do it all the time). Welcome to my weekly blog, where we’ll unpack life’s challenges, curveballs, and those epic “mic drop” moments that make us want to fist-bump ourselves.

This space is for everyone—parents, guardians, professionals, couples, friends, or anyone who just loves a good read. So get comfy, grab a cuppa (or a cheeky glass of wine—we don’t judge here), and join the conversation. Drop your comments and let’s talk about the beautiful chaos that is life.

Meet Kirsty: Mum, Career Woman, and Serial Juggler of Chaos

Allow me to formally introduce myself. I’m Kirsty, proud maker of three gorgeous girls who have redefined what “busy” means. They make my days feel five minutes long, my sleep feel like pure gold dust, and my peace and quiet... well, I don’t even know what that is anymore.

I have an incredible partner who is the glue of our little family (I call him the “CEO of Sanity”), and I recently stepped into a new full-time gig in recruitment. Spoiler alert: this deserves its own novel. And friends? Hmm, friends... they’re out there somewhere, right?

But enough about me! Let’s talk about something close to my heart: mental health—because, boy oh boy, have I been through it.

The Young Mum Diaries: Stigma, Struggles, and Surviving

Here’s the tea: I became a mum at 18. While most people my age were drowning in coursework or dancing on sticky nightclub floors, I was up at 2 a.m. doing night feeds and fighting over which baby bottle worked best.

My eldest daughter, Macie, came into my life and flipped my world upside-down in the best way possible. But being a young mum wasn’t all cuddles and coos—it came with a hefty side of stigma. Suddenly, I didn’t fit in with my age group anymore. My friends were out living their best lives, and I was here wondering if anyone else was losing their minds over teething babies and mushed peas.

I struggled with my identity. Who even was Kirsty anymore? The carefree teen me had said goodbye, and in her place stood Kirsty 2.0—a young mum trying to figure it all out.

But here’s the plot twist: I thrived.

Macie and I became the ultimate team. It was just the two of us, learning and growing together. Sure, it wasn’t a “typical” young adult experience, but it was ours.

Career Curveballs: From Support Worker to Nursery Life

Fast-forward a few years, and I made the leap back into the working world. I’d been out of the loop for so long, I thought, “Who’s going to hire me?!” But I gave it a go and started as a support worker for young autistic adults. It was tough but rewarding, and I LOVED learning something new every day.

Two years in, an injury forced me to part ways with that career. So, naturally, I pivoted to a new chapter: early years education. I found myself working in the cutest nursery in Silsoe alongside my bestie.

But here’s the thing about working with people your own age: it can feel like high school all over again. I constantly compared myself to the younger women around me—their bodies, their talk, their ease with the world.

Meanwhile, I was over here fluent in “mum language,” struggling to connect. I didn’t know the latest slang or trends—I knew bedtime routines and CBeebies theme songs. Talk about a recipe for peak isolation.

To All the Young Mums Out There: You’re Not Alone

Here’s the message I wish someone had told me back then: It’s okay to feel out of place. It’s okay to struggle. And more importantly, you’re not alone.

Being a young mum means you’ve already achieved something extraordinary. You’re raising a human! You’re doing the night feeds, the tantrum negotiations, the endless laundry cycles—and still finding time to question your existence over cold coffee. (Gold star for you.)

Isolation can sneak up on you, even when you love your role as a mum. It’s the weirdest paradox—feeling fulfilled yet lonely, confident yet out of place. But trust me, those feelings don’t define you. They’re just a chapter of your story.

Let’s Keep It Real

So, that’s chapter one of this blog: a little messy, brutally honest, and straight from the heart (with a side of sarcasm, because why not?).

To all the parents, professionals, couples, and friends tuning in—thank you for reading. Let’s keep this dialogue going! Share your stories, your wins, your struggles, or just say hi in the comments.

Until next time, remember: life’s too short to sweat the small stuff. And if all else fails, there’s always chocolate.

Love, Kirsty x

[buyumeacademy]

Where to Get the Best Haircut in Dakshin Kannada: Top Salon Reviews

Looking for a fresh new look? Getting a great haircut is about more than just a trim. It's about feeling confident, walking out of the salon with a spring in your step, and knowing you’ve been taken care of by professionals who understand your personal style. Whether you're looking for a quick trim or a complete hair makeover, Dakshin Kannada has plenty of salons that offer top-notch services. But how do you choose the best one?

In this blog, we’re diving into some of the top salons in Dakshin Kannada that are known for their excellent haircuts. Whether you're after something classic or a modern, trendy cut, these salons have got you covered. Plus, if you want to book an appointment with ease, we'll show you how the Buyume Salon Finder platform can make the process simple and hassle-free.

1. New Gold Star Hair Salon

The New Gold Star Hair Salon is perfect if you're after precision, professionalism, and a welcoming atmosphere. This salon has earned a great reputation for offering stylish haircuts tailored to individual preferences. Whether you're someone who likes to keep things neat and simple or you’re looking for a creative style that makes a statement, their stylists take the time to understand what you want.

Their barbers have years of experience, and what’s especially nice about this place is that it’s perfect for all ages. You'll often find young men and older gentlemen alike getting their grooming done here. They don’t just cut hair—they shape it to match your personality.

Why You Should Visit: If you want a haircut that looks sharp and grows out well, this is the place to be. They have a knack for keeping things classic with just enough modern flair.

2. Bala Ji Hair Salons

At Bala Ji Hair Salons, the team understands that your hair is your crowning glory. Known for their expert stylists and friendly customer service, Bala Ji Hair Salons are a go-to for people looking for a polished, well-groomed look.

What sets this salon apart is their attention to detail. They provide an excellent consultation before any haircut, ensuring that the style suits your face shape, hair texture, and overall lifestyle. Whether you're in for a quick touch-up or a completely new style, their stylists know how to make you feel comfortable and pampered.

Why You Should Visit: Bala Ji Hair Salons are perfect for anyone looking for high-quality haircuts in a comfortable environment. Their expertise in men’s grooming makes them one of the top salons in Dakshin Kannada for those looking for a consistently great haircut.

3. Haseen Hair Cutting

Haseen Hair Cutting is where you go when you want a no-fuss, quality haircut that gets you looking your best. This salon is highly popular among locals for its efficient and affordable service. Whether you’re in a hurry and need a quick trim or want something a little more detailed, Haseen Hair Cutting always delivers.

What really makes this salon stand out is their ability to cater to every customer’s unique needs. They are great at everything from classic, professional cuts to trendy, modern styles. You can trust that you’ll leave looking sharp and well-groomed without the long wait times or high price tags you might find elsewhere.

Why You Should Visit: If you're after a good haircut without the hefty price, Haseen Hair Cutting is an excellent choice. It's affordable, reliable, and one of the best salons in Dakshin Kannada for a quick, stylish haircut.

4. Irsad Hair Salon

At Irsad Hair Salon, you'll find experienced barbers who truly understand how to give a flawless haircut. Whether you're looking for a subtle trim or an entirely new look, Irsad's team ensures every customer walks out satisfied.

What sets Irsad Hair Salon apart is its warm, neighborhood feel. It’s one of those places where you’ll feel at home from the moment you step in. The barbers here are known for their expertise and ability to work with all hair types, offering everything from classic cuts to the latest trends in men's hairstyling.

Why You Should Visit: If you're looking for personalized service and a haircut tailored exactly to your preferences, Irsad Hair Salon is a fantastic option. Their local charm combined with professional skills makes them one of the top salons in Dakshin Kannada.

5. Heaven Rose Men's Salon

Looking for a luxury grooming experience without breaking the bank? Heaven Rose Men's Salon is known for its top-tier services in an upscale environment. From the moment you walk in, you’ll notice the attention to detail, from the decor to the service.

Their barbers are well-versed in modern trends and will work with you to create a look that suits your style and personality. Whether you want a simple trim or a creative cut, you’ll leave looking fresh and confident. They also provide grooming services like beard trims and scalp treatments, making it a one-stop shop for all your grooming needs.

Why You Should Visit: Heaven Rose Men's Salon is the ideal place for someone looking for a premium haircut experience. The salon's stylish setting and professional service make it one of the best salons in Dakshin Kannada for men’s grooming.

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Whether you’re looking for a quick trim or a detailed, stylish cut, Buyume Salon Finder is the easiest way to secure your spot at any of these top salons in Dakshin Kannada.

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Conclusion

Getting the best haircut in Dakshin Kannada is easier than ever with so many great options to choose from. Whether you’re visiting New Gold Star Hair Salon for their sharp cuts, Bala Ji Hair Salons for their expert consultations, or Heaven Rose Men's Salon for a luxury experience, you’re sure to leave feeling confident and well-groomed.

To make your life even easier, don’t forget to use Buyume Salon Finder to book your next appointment at any of these amazing salons. It’s the quickest and most reliable way to ensure that you get the haircut you deserve without any of the stress.

So, what are you waiting for? Head over to one of these top salons in Dakshin Kannada and treat yourself to a fresh, new look!

[brattybaddiee]

Phoebe Chapter 2

Nothing had made that night easier.

Not my rash decision or the reaction of the press. Not the approval of the most popular guy in my high school. Not the drugs in my system.

And definitely not my parents initial indifference to paparazzi chasing me home.

Dad was just as he always was. It didn’t directly affect him at the time so he didn’t care. I doubted he would’ve noticed my bed being empty the next day if he hadn’t busted into my room and yanked me out of bed at noon.

“What the HELL did you do last night Phoebe?!” I was dragged down the stairs of our massive home and thrown onto the couch with the full fury of my Dad’s anger raining down on me the whole time.

Not only was my Mom here, having the audacity to look pissed like she hadn’t spent the whole of my graduation night with her little gold digging boyfriend, but the entirety of Dad’s ‘crisis team’ was here too.

I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at my blurred out tits on the television as newscasters berated my parents—especially the blacklisted Matthew Hawthorne for letting his daughter break speed limits and engage in nudity at such a ‘tender age’.

“This is what you dragged me out of bed for? You really think my tits are doing any more damage to your image than what you’ve done yourself? That’s fucking hilarious Matt.”

My response seemed to only make his face more red with anger than it already was. One of his aides hid their laughter behind their hand but I knew everyone was thinking the same thing…except my parents. They would see this as another strike against their planned “comeback”.

No coming back from on set sexual harassment claims straight from the young aides that came in and out of Dad’s trailer, Star struck from his talent and looks—until they weren’t.

Mom just wanted someone to support her side projects. Men. Plastic surgery. Shopping. It’s how she coped I suppose.

“You know how hard it’s been to claw my way back into the good graces of the elite here?! This is my JOB, Phoebe. And if I may remind you, one you enjoy the benefits of. So I would appreciate it if you started behaving like you’re grateful instead of the annoying little prick you are.”

The aide that had been laughing winced at that. Yeah, me too. Wouldn’t let him see that though. Never would let anyone see how their words hurt me.

“You know what Pop’s? You put yourself on that black list by fucking girls from a position of power like they had any choice but to let you. Quit acting like you’re innocent. You knew what you were doing.”

My Mom stalked forward, her fake boobs bouncing as rage for “her husband” filled her face. We all knew she was acting. Her only rage was her cash cow turning into a filthy pig instead. Before I could react she lifted her hand and back handed me across the face.

Everyone but my Dad gasped.

I winced. “How dare you speak to your father like that! He’s done nothing wrong and I can’t believe you would say otherwise!!”

Rage boiled up my chest and burned across the stinging slap to my face that I knew would bruise from the rocks on her hand. Paid for by Dad’s ‘talent’. Raising my hands I grabbed her fake boobs and pushed her out of my face.

“Don’t you dare touch me you WHORE!! You were too busy getting fucked by someone five years older than me to bother showing up at my graduation last night!!!!” She stumbled back dramatically and clutched at her chest like I had shot her. The dumb shallow piece of shit couldn’t even respond. How had I come from such self-centered people?

Standing up I flipped both my parents off and laughed. “You know what? Fuck you both all the way up the ass. I’m done. You’ll be lucky if you EVER see me again.”

And with that, I turned on my heel and started walking up the stairs as they both started clamoring for me to stop. I ignored them. The last thing I said I threw over my shoulder with a satisfied smirk full of bitterness.

“If any reporter asks for my side of the story Dad, I’ll be sure to tell them every little detail. Have fun coming back from that.”

Leaving them with mouths open and rage in their expressions, I packed my bags, and left. I didn’t care about anything anymore—especially them.

I’d blow my whole entire life up if it meant I could feel anything real.

[wilsons-striped-ties]

july tc challenge (days 1-31 one shot)

original post here!

1. describe your tc’s physical appearance.

his hair is a super stunning mix of black and silver, sometimes he has a thin layer of stubble, other times he has a little beard that outlines his jawline, sometimes hes clean shaven, and he has a gold chain and his eyes have really adorable crinkles, especially when he smiles and he has really cute dimples!

2. what was the first thing you’ve ever said to your tc?

im not sure, maybe my name?

3. is your tc single or taken? or are you unsure? and are you single or taken?

hes married with three kids and im very much single

4. is your tc more of the athletic type, the nerdy type or the artsy type?

nerdy type but hes a little athletic too!

5. if you and your tc were in high school together, do you think you’d be friends?

i should think so!

6. name one song that reminds you of your tc and explain why that song reminds you of them.

enchanted by taylor swift cause it reminds me of prom and prom is one of my biggest regrets in my life because i didnt interact with him at all for some really weird reason, what was i doing mannn :'

7. is your tc fashionable or are they more of the simple type? what is one outfit you’d love to see them wear?

slightly more fashionable, like he does style up a little bit but its on the more simpler side, im not sure what i'd like to see him in HAHA

8. would you be willing to become a teacher and teach your tc’s subject if it meant you two could be together?

FOR SURE i love teaching and i love his subject the most so its a winwinwin situation

9. does your tc drink or smoke?

not that i know of but he probably doesnt smoke and maybe he drinks occasionally?

10. name one item that is always on your tc’s desk.

his laptop

11. has your tc ever done anything that has either thrown you off, annoyed you, angered you or bothered you in any way? if so, what did they do?

nope actually!

12. does your tc have any past jobs that you know of, before becoming a teacher?

not sure, i think hes always been a teacher? i know he used to be an english and history teacher but hes now just a history teacher

13. does your tc have kids or siblings? if so, how many?

three kids, not sure about siblings but he looks like he isnt an only child

14. are you taking your tc’s class next year?

unfortunately i wish but no, ive graduated :(

15. has your tc ever met your parents? if you were there, what was the meeting like?

OH YEAH like twice at least? i remember possibly first time was during the parent teacher meeting in year four and he called me a model student and the most recent time was during a parent principal dialogue for my younger sister and i have a whole different post on that but he was praising me and laughing at me to them in a joking way :'

16. has your tc ever given you detention? if so, what was it like?

nope!

17. has your tc ever failed you? if so, how did you react? if not, how would you react?

MUAHAH nope except that one time he gave me the lowest score i gotten for his class and i was just like oh makes sense cause i didnt read the question correctly LMAO

18. what are your tc’s hobbies/interests? are they similar to yours?

you know, i actually dont know but he loves football

19. have you ever spoken on the phone with your tc? what did you talk about?

unfortunately never

20. if you had your tc’s class during quarantine, what were your zoom calls like? if not, have you spoken to your tc since quarantine?

nope, his classes were all after quarantine

21. if you had the chance to go anywhere in the world with your tc, where would you go? what would you do?

WOAH i'd just like to roam around the country together, doesnt need to be anywhere special or anything just walk and talk and get to know each other more

22. does your tc have any nicknames for you?

very unfortunately no but hes called me his star history student before

23. have you ever cried in front of your tc? why? how did they react?

nope

24. have you ever walked/drove to/from school with your tc?

nope :( but ive walked around school with him a bit before

25. do you know which teachers your tc is friends with at school? if so, do you like those teachers?

yup, and they're all really nice actually!

26. why does your tc’s voice sound like?

it sounds like oh goodness im not even kidding but its so smooth and satisfying and just really calming, like melted chocolate but slightly raspy

27. do you like your tc as a teacher? are they a good teacher?

YES hes the best teacher ever

28. does your tc prefer books, shows or movies?

dont know but he looks like he prefers books?

29. is your tc stern or easy going, in class?

hes stern but really casual and easy going and fun too actually

30. how would you describe you and your tc’s relationship?

fun and causal and cute and quite comfortable and jokey too

31. do you address your tc by their first or last name?

mister 'first name'

(fun fact, this is my first scheduled post!)