#like its a person with a phone tied to their face thats what she chose to paint. and shes streaming it

[maleloli]

Nobody here knows I'm making fetish art for horny reasons

[bugwolfsstuff]

Alright I have finished Magnus Chase and the Sword of Summer!

Here are my thoughts for a few pages i have dog-eared and since i value my phone storage I'm just gonna quote them instead of pics.

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Page 214

Harald sniffed the coin. Its gold surface glowed so warmly it seemed to be on fire. You have giantish blood, girl? (Samirah) I can see it in your eyes."

[Samirah:] "That's also none of your concern."

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(assuming he's referring to Loki being a Jötun)

Oooh, so Rick is gonna address the different species of gods' thing this time around? I wonder if Loki's kids would have special powers or something being half Jötun?

Personally I'm gonna headcanon regardless if it's never brought up again.

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Page 226—227

[Samirah:]"We may all die," She muttered, "but this will definitely get Ran's attention".

[Magnus:] "Why?" I asked. "What is that thing?"

Our catch broke the surface and opened its eyes.

"Meet my older brother," Sam said, "the World Serpent".

Chapter 33: Sam's Brother Wakes Up Kinda Cranky

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Squeeeee! there's my boy—snake! Jörmungandr!

I guessed a little while before this that they were gonna catch him but shrugged it off. So i was very happy when my boy chomped on that cow head.

Also is it just me or does anyone else get really happy when the demigods refer to their godly/monster sibling as brother or sister?

Like yes! That giant snake boy is your big bro! You share a dad! (or if you're going by the Loki ate a giantess's heart and gave birth to the monster three myth, then parent)

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Page 237

"In other words, you don't know." the goddess (Ran) arched her eyebrows at Sam. "And you, daughter of Loki, why are you siding with the gods of Asgard? Your father is no friend of theirs— not anymore."

"I'm not my father," Sam said. "I'm a— I was a Valkyrie."

"Ah yes. The girl who dreamed of flying. But the Thanes of Valhalla expelled you. Why do you still try to earn their favour? You dont need them to fly. You know very well that with your father's blood—"

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That not anymore part in reference to Loki upsets me and puts me even more on Loki's side.

*looks at Loki and his children's treatment* I could not guess why he's not your guys' friend anymore! Even though you:

Tied up his (first) wife (not Sigyn the other one) and kidnapped his children in the night

Chained one of his kids (Fenris), threw one into Helheim (Hel) and threw the other into the ocean.

Turned one of his other kids with his 2nd wife into a wolf that then dismembered the other child.

Shoot the now wolf kid and used the dead kid and the wolf kid's guts to chain Loki to a rock.

Have a snake drip ACID onto his face while chaining him to the aforementioned rock.

There's probably more but thats all i can think of at the top of my head.

Also the shapeshifting teasing.

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Page 331

[Magnus:] "Why are you showing me this?' I asked"

[Loki:] "Because I like you, Magnus. You've got a sense of humour. You've got zing. So rare in a demigod! Even rarer among the einherjar. I'm glad my daughter found you."

[Magnus:] "Samirah...that's how she can turn into a horsefly. She's a shape-shifter like you."

[Loki:] "Oh, she's Daddy's girl, all right. She doesn't like to admit it, but she's inherited a lot of things from me: my abilities, my dashing good looks, my keen intellect. She can spot talent, too. After all, she chose you, my friend."

I clutched my stomach. 'I don't feel so good.

[Loki:] 'Duh! You're on the verge of death. Personally, I hope you wake up, because if you kick the bucket now your death will be meaningless and nothing you've done will matter.'

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LOKIIIIII! My baby boi, girl, sometimes horse! Why do I find it adorable that he calls Samirah daddy's girl?

Also the way he compliments himself lol

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Page 334 and a bit of 335

You know how to ruin conversation" Loki said "I killed Balder, the god of light—the handsome perfect, incredibly annoying son of Odin and Frigg." He stepped towards me and poked my chest, emphasizing each word "And-I'd-do-it-again".

In the back of my brain, my common sense yelled, DROP IT! But, as you have probably figured out by now, I don't listen to my common sense much.

"Why did you kill him?"

Loki barked a laugh. His breath smelled of almonds, like cyanide. 'Did I mention he was annoying? Frigg was worried about him. The poor baby had been having bad dreams about his own doom. Welcome to reality, Balder! We all have bad dreams. But Frigg couldn't stand the idea that her precious angel might bruise his little foot. She exacted promises from everything in creation that nothing would hurt her beautiful son- people, gods, trees, rocks...Can you imagine exacting a promise from a rock? Frigg managed it. Afterwards, the gods had a party to celebrate. They started throwing things at Balder just for laughs. Arrows, swords, boulders, each other nothing would hurt him. It was as if the idiot was surrounded by a force field...Well I'm sorry. The thought of Mr Perfect also being Mr Invulnerable made me sick.

I blinked, trying to get the sting out of my eyes. Loki's voice was so full of hatred it seemed to make the air burn.

"You found a way to kill him."

"Mistletoe!" Loki's smile brightened. Can you imagine? Frigg forgot one tiny little plant. I fashioned a dart from the stuff, gave it to Balder's blind brother, a god named Hod didn't want him to miss the fun of chucking deadly objects at Balder, so i guided Hod's hand and...well, Frigg's worst fears came true. Balder deserved it.

"For being too handsome and popular"

"Yes!"

"For being loved."

"Exactly!"

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"Ill-do-it-again" Honestly real of him.

And like tbh Balder had it fucking coming. Like from what I can recall no one else besides Frigg and Loki knew of the mistletoe weakness. So all it would have taken for some dumbass to accidentally throw the mistletoe and killed him. It just happened to be Loki and he was doing it maliciously (or in my eyes, for vengeance).

Also why is the All part of "we all have bad dreams" Italicized? Loki what kind of dreams are you having? You okay?

I dont think its intentional but the way Magnus goes:

"you killed him for being loved?"

And Loki responding "Exactly!" makes it sound like Loki was jealous lmao.

Someone get my dude some therapy, i don't think he gets enough love.

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Page 335, my favourite part

"Oh please" Loki stepped back, examining me with a look of disappointment, this only a matter of degree. So I killed a god. Big deal! He went to Helheim and became an honoured guest in my daughter's palace. And my punishment? You want to know. My punishment?"

"You were tied on a stone slab," I said, 'With poison from a snake dripping on your face. I know."

"Do you?" Loki pulled back his cuffs, showing me the raw scars on his wrists. "The gods were not content to punish me with eternal torture. They took out their wrath upon my two favourite sons - Vali and Narvi. They turned Vali into a wolf and watched with amusement while he disembowelled his brother Narvi. Then they shot and gutted the wolf. The gods took my innocent sons' own entrails... Loki's voice cracked with grief. "Well, Magnus Chase, let's just say I was not bound with ropes."

Something in my chest curled up and died - possibly my hope that there was any kind of justice in the universe. "Gods."

Loki nodded. "Yes Magnus. The gods. Think about that when you meet Thor."

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YAY THEY ADDRESSED THE CHAINS!

Also one of the main reason why i am on Loki's side.

Like go on, tell me how thats justice. Tell me how the dude that got their first three children taken and thrown away or chained then got their two new sons get brutally murdered and then chained with the entrails of said two sons is the bad guy here?

And the fact that it specifically says 'cracked with grief'

As in he actually cares about his kids—well at least his sons.

Rick don't fuck this up for us, please don't make him an irredeemable monster next book.

Also the fact that he says the gods watched in amusement implies that he witnessed this...they made him watch...his innocent sons get murdered and gutted. (I am not even going to think about that Sigyn also likely saw too)

Like...

....holy fuck...

...how? How are we rooting for these guys to be saved?

This is why we need a Son of Loki! Luke AU and several one-shots revolving around Loki as a parent in general.

Hel even Magnus goes WTF.

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Alright this is getting too long ill make a second part later

[trendfag]

ok the REASON i needed a drink is that ok im going to arizona flying into phoenix well i had a layover in kansas city but there was bad weather in kc today so my first flight got delayed like an hour and so i missed my connecting flight and you know i had a really stressful week filling in for my mom like have you ever been an autistic trans girl filling in for an office manager of a dentist office? that shit is stressful!!! AND i met with an advisor at a community college to enroll in some classes on wednesday and NO ONE knew i was even in the process of enrolling in classes except for my therapist…i told my boss who is my moms best friend because she was talking to one of my coworkers about going from working mon tue wed to tue wed thurs…and so i was like wellll i just enrolled in classes for tues thirs…i was kind if implying like “please keep doing mon tue wed because i just enrolled in classes for tues thurs and i want to keep working here” but she said like after being like omg thats so great bc shes my moms best friend and so she cares about me as a person she was like “well dont worry about it you can come in just whenever youre free dont worry about it” which is very nice i do love my boss she is really so great i cannot rave enough about my boss like yes she is my moms best friend but i see her like fighting herself because shes caught in the whole “i need ti charge more because i have a family i need to support” vs “i am in dentistry because i want to help people feel good about their teeth and im very empathetic and i want to just do everything for everyone but also if i do that then i wont be able to send my children to the schools i want them to go to including my son with a learning disability but who loves the school specifically for kids with learning disabilities that i decided would be good for him after seeing how he didnt do well in the school his brother goes to” like you know i love my boss sorry i dont remwbwr what this was all about uhmmmmmmmmm…………ok but anyway i like chose my classes so id still be able to work most of the time theyre open but its fine its whatever also im sure my mom will probably talk her out of it….if im being completely honest i dont remember what this post was originally supposed to be about im drunk off two shots of tequila + a can of redbull sorry…i still have like an hour and a half before i start boarding! im going to eat like a chicken sandwich there is one that has avocado yayayayayayayayay

ok basically i was saying ive been really stresseed all week because i had to answer phones and make calls abf basically be the face of the practice (except all my coworkers are soooooo nice and considerate and think about me it wasnt like THAT bad) but it was still stressful like even watching my mom do her job is stressful sometimes much less doing it MYSELF!?!?!! so i got a drink because of my work and also because i missed my connecting flight so now im drunk…like that feels so stupid to be like yeah im drunk off two shots of tequila plus a redbull red (watermelon flavor it literally didnt cover the tequila at all) i think i might text my friend from college…anyway im here at my gate i still have like two hours before boarding im going to watch drag race lol…i thi k i’ll go to the bathroom first anf maybe get something to eat well i am hungry…i should text my cousins as well

[theficplug]

l Next Lifetime l Erik Killmonger l

previous chapters: l part 1 l

erik kilmonger x reader

warnings: none, but the usual 18+ for the eventual smut and a possible tw for grief but i promise it gets better and its a romcomsynopsis: reader grieves Erik until she doesn’t (i’m trying not give too much away). I really want to make it a series that i actually keep up with (sorry Girls Trip readers) because I have up to part 4 written. alright thats all i hope yall vibe with it. 

l part 2 l

“Yeah I do, I think that like if we want. We can come back as someone else or like maybe when we love someone really strongly and we have like soul ties we can come back to them in another life. But that’s just me. We could just be hitting the cha cha slide next to Father J.C.” Iridia explains and Tika shakes her head while laughing at her. 

“Personally, I don’t think so. I believe once our life Earthside is done we return to the cosmos to be a part of the stars that light up the night sky on our loved ones darkest nights. But why are we talking about this on your birthday? We are very much alive with much to celebrate miss thang. I’m ready to go!” Tika says to you as she grabs the car keys. 

“So I met someone while I was at the store and he invited all of us to a party at the Roller Rink but I gotta let you know it’s like crazy how eerily similar he looks to Erik.” you say to them and they both give each other a look before looking back at you.

“OH! Don’t give me that look! I know y’all probably think I’m losing it, but you know what they say everybody got a doppelganger somewhere. Anyways, I know it’s not exactly on our itinerary but I wanna go if y’all are down?” you ask them and they give a worried look before nodding and agreeing. 

“Hell yeah we’re in. I haven’t been to a skating rink since like 10th, maybe 11th grade? This should be fun to see if I got it or if I’m gonna buss my ass.” Tika says laughing.

The rest of the day was pretty easy breezy but you could not get over seeing him. Who’s possibly not him? In front of you. Happy and laughing and present. 

You tried to shake off the thoughts and feelings during brunch with your girls and for the rest of the day enjoying the street festival and winning a giant stuffed giraffe. Between the 3 of you, you won enough stuffed animals to fill the entire backseat of your car and eventually left the festival with a caricature drawing of the 3 of you.

Before you knew it, it was 6:40 and you and your girls were back at the beach house getting ready for the party. 

You searched around your suitcase for the outfits that Iridia had packed for you and settled on. 

You gave yourself a once over in the mirror and fluffed your fro a little before re-applying your lip gloss. 

“GIRL, YOU LOOK SO GOOD. What is going on?  You tryna get chose?” Tika asks standing in the doorway as she smiles at you with her ipod in one hand and a freeze-able daiquiri pouch in the other. 

You laugh as Tika glides around the room shaking her hips to the beat and doing a little roll as she saunters over to you to help you clasp your shirt in the back.

It’s safe to say that you haven’t been exactly up to your fashionably self for the past few months but Iri giving you options with the different pieces of clothing  that she bought you had you feeling like yourself again.

“Damn, I’m good.” Iri says while giving you a twirl and takes selfies with you and Tika.

You purse your lips and give your best smize towards her phone as she snaps a photo of you and for a moment things feel like they used to. 

“Just wanted to feel cute for once. I love this top and girl it got my titties SIT-TING.” you reply giggling and childishly nudging your girls before asking if they’re ready to go. 

You put the address into the gps and you were off on your way.You tried turning up the radio to drown out how loud your thoughts were going and in a million different directions.

 About 20 minutes later. You look out the window once arriving at the skating rink to see cars already filling the entire parking lot and you could see people laughing while holding onto each other as they skated their way inside. 

The music is already blaring and you could definitely tell that “Daka”’s friend is a party planner. The venue had some sort of projector or something set up so that the entire room seemed like it changed “worlds” with each song. There were multiple food stations, and a live DJ playing everything from 90s R&B to New Orleans bounce music and everything in between.

You and your girls quickly grabbed a pair of skates and looked around for N’Jadaka and sure enough within a few minutes he was grooving his way over to you this time dressed in a slightly opened printed shirt and light washed jeans. 

He skated around you with a big ass smile on his face. His golds were gleaming under the lights as it bounced off of the diamonds engrained in it. “YOU MADE IT! How y’all doing?” he asks your girls and they stand there gasping with their mouths wide open. 

“I mean he could be his goddamn identical twin. You were not lying! The only thing he’s missing are the scars and his dreads. God damn.” Tika was the first to speak before Iri introduced herself.

“Hey, Happy Birthday, I’m Iri. This is Tika’s rude self and you already met our boo.” Iri says pulling him in for a quick hug. 

“ I’m sorry, excuse us, you just look exactly like somebody we knew. Happy Birthday! It was his birthday too. It’s wild how people really do be having doppelgangers. Alright, so I’m gonna go try not to break my damn leg. Knowing I gotta go to work on Monday. Come on.” Tika says taking Iri by the hand and making her way onto the rink with her to give you and him some time alone. 

You shift your weight trying to keep yourself steady as you sway to music , knowing that he’s eyeing you up and down.

“Man must’ve been a hell of a person. I’m glad you came though. I didn’t think Orleans was gonna do all of this.” he says laughing and you can’t control the butterflies feelings like they were fluttering around your stomach. That’s his laugh.

“He was. To me at least, he was. Of course, I mean I haven’t been to a roller rink in forever and I really needed some time to just know what it’s like to be carefree again.” you admit and he nods along listening to your words.

He decided to save his comment on “he was” for later. Hoping that there would be a later for the two of you and opted for taking your hand in his and leading you onto the rink .

“Well, in that case. Show me what you got and forget about everything else for a minute.” he offers and you accept  his offer and shakily make your way onto the rink like bambi trying to walk for the first time. 

“Okay, so I’ll admit. I don’t actually know how to skate. I don’t why I thought this was a good idea.” you manage to stand for all of 10 seconds before tripping over onto him and he turns towards the DJ talking into the mic and signals for him to slow the music down.

“I got you.” he says and “Always Be My Baby” starts to play softly in the background as the “world” changes to a starry night. 

You look up at him for a moment and nod before leaning into him. As you rest your head on his shoulder he begins to skate you left to right gently swaying you to the beat of the song as his hand rests respectfully on the small of your back almost instinctively. It took everything in you not to start tearing up again.

This was your song . He always promised that you’d be a part of him no matter what happens in life. You were always going to be his baby. 

All the couples were paired off and you looked around at Iri holding onto Tika and smiled knowing that they’ve never acknowledged their feelings for each other but it was clear as day to anyone else. 

He swayed you and held you against him while his thumb stroked your back gently and you closed your eyes trying to soak up your time with him. 

You don’t know how it happened or if this was one long drawn out delusion or what exactly was going on in the moment, but all you knew was that you were able to feel the warmth of your E in your arms again and his scent evading all of your senses. 

In this moment he was smiling and content and at peace, not being shipped back to you with claw marks in his chest and bruises all over him. He was here with even slow breaths and enjoying himself. 

You knew that he felt it too because as the song ended you opened your eyes to find him looking down at you with this look of confusion and adulation on his face. 

You run your fingers over his cheek and clear your throat and recoil your hand back by your side. 

“I think your friends are calling for you.” you say to him playfully as the men and one woman around your age skate over to him and around the two of you, asking you a bunch of questions at once.

E- N’Jadaka let’s go of you to turn to them and introduce them to you .

“This is Orleans big head ass, Khalil , Pen, Lina, and Big Mike.” he says and they say hey and ask you if you are from around the area and you talk back and forth. 

The conversation between you and his little group was so easygoing. It didn’t feel forced or awkward as he stood beaming from you to them.

“I've been there once or twice. I really liked the Hottentot Saartjie/ Sarah Baartman piece about the dehumanization and caricaturization of black women, especially darker skin women, then and now. It was both interesting and heartbreaking. It’s the reason why I do what I do now. I create safe spaces for black girls and women of all ages. It’s my greatest accomplishment and something I’m most proud of.” you answer Mike’s question about the new black art exhibit downtown.

Mike looks at you and shakes his head in wonder and amusement.

“Daka, with all due respect bruh. I gotta ask her to marry me. Or you need to let me know what aisle that was you met her because I’mma swing by your parents' store tonight. I think we might be out of bread or something.” Big Mike says before complimenting you on your outfit and Lina joined in by asking if you’d like to check out a new record store with her on Tuesday.  

Next thing you knew your girls skated next to you to see what was going on. Tika introduced herself to the group and Iridia followed through.

“Hey I heard something about a record store because I could use some new ones. I think our neighbors are tired of me playing Otis Redding every night for the last few weeks. Keep asking me if I had a breakup every time I see her. Bless her nosey heart , Mrs. Pepper.” Iridia says talking animatedly and as gesticulatively as she always does and his small group of friends as everyone does seems completely enamored by her. 

“Of course, yeah, why don’t you come too? And Mrs. Pepper just doesn't know good music but I may be biased because Cigarettes and Coffee is my favourite song. Hold that thought. My mouth is dry as hell from all that skating around, be right back-” Lina says before skating away for refreshments and the rest of the group talks amongst each other.

Other friends of N’Jadaka come up at random times to hug him, get photos, or say happy birthday.

“You want some?” Lina asks Erik as she returns  to the group with a cupcake in her hand as she peeled the wrapper off and offered Erik a piece of the chocolate dessert. She reached out her hand towards his mouth and you looked from her to him and then at the cupcake which looked like it had walnuts in it. You push the piece away from his mouth and she looks at you puzzled. 

“What’s up with you?” he asks looking confused 

“Chocolate walnut cupcake.” you say simply not realizing that you were supposed to have just met him this morning .

“I- I mean just a lucky guess you know most people have nut allergies and shit.” you try to cover your tracks and he let out a sigh before laughing and nodding.

“You right too. Damn I was gon be out here looking like Will Smith when he ate that shellfish in Hitch for the rest of the function. I’m allergic to nuts. Good looking out ma.” he says and you nod at him before telling him to go skate with his friends you’d meet up later.

As you part ways your friends have about 3000 questions each. Iri believing that that definitely has to be Erik and Tika believing that you both had lost your natural born ass minds. 

You all settle on how wild it is that he looked like Erik and left it there. You enjoyed the rest of your night swag surfing with a room full of new friends and your old forever friends and just fully enjoying your birthday. 

“WE LIKE TO PAARTTAAYYY. AYYYYEEE AYYYYYEEE.” you sung out loud at the top of your lungs with everyone else and Beyonce. 

Somehow you end up twerking on Lina and having a good laugh as the drinks flow through your system.

You glance over at N’Jadaka being circled by some of his guests and he breaks the circle to grab your hand and lead you to the middle of it with him. 

“MY BIRTHDAY TWIN!” he shouts over the music to his guests and you shake your head telling him that he doesn’t really have to share his spotlight with you.

“Ain’t no problem.” he responds and you watch as everybody starts to skate a circle around you and Erik and y’all both laugh and pose for pictures while people sing Happy Birthday the Stevie Wonder version.

 His friends and yours all took turns to skate up to pin money on you both. 

You cheer and clap along to the music as you sing Happy Birthday to him and he sings it back to you. 

Before you know it you're both smiling at each other and getting swept up into a soft gentle kiss that feels like electricity is pulsing between the two of you.

As you close your eyes you can get a glimpse of kissing him before he left for Wakanda. The way he pressed his forehead against yours , the way your hands rested against his beating heart, and the way that his soft plumps felt against yours.

You knew that he felt it too because when you  broke the kiss with a tug of his bottom lip he was staring down at you once again with a puzzled expression.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped. I just-” you explain before exiting the circle and making your way out of the skating rink.

You quickly take off the shows and put your regular shoes back on as you stand outside for a moment to get some fresh air and gather yourself.

"Why is this happening? How is this happening? People don't just get to come back. This is insane. This is insane."

It didn’t take long at all before Erik was smoothly grooving his way out of the door not once spilling his drink.

“You know ma, I’mma lot of things. But I know for sure stupid ain’t one of them.” he says swaying his shoulders to the music before he stops and stands in front of you.

“You know something, don’t you? How do we really know each other?” he asks slowly 

“I don’t. We met in Aloha Oakland for the first time. I feel so connected to you and believe that we have chemistry because you remind me of my ex. He passed away nearly a year ago and I didnt wanna tell you that right off the bat because the shit’s weird. “Hey, sorry I passed out ,  you cute but you remind me of my dead ex. So yeah, have a good day”.” you explain and he nods deciding once again to not press the issue. 

"I'm sorry for your loss. Grief is never an easy thing to go through. I feel I experienced so much of that so early I didn't know anything else besides death. I was told that my birth parents were both murdered. But my parents taught me through all that rot and decay of the heart something beautiful can still grow. They taught me how to live. That there is more to life is more than just surviving day to day out of spite and anger." He speaks slowly like he's really pondering the words that he wants to say before continuing. 

"It's kinda my fault. I feel like I was a lil too forward with all of this. My friends and the way that they party can be overwhelming. I'd like to make it up to you if you up for it. Just me and you. Maybe like a coffee or something quieter than this. I want to get to know you. Even though I know it's gonna sound corny as hell, I can't help feeling like I already do. You passing out by them discount cakes wasn't an accident at all, I think it was fate." he says and you look up at him before nodding. 

“I think so too.”

[iateyourdoggo-part2]

Chapter 4 (this chapter will probably be the sadist chapter and could be a smoll surprise at the end)

so im trying to make a chapter every 24 hrs... i think. so um thnx for reading my previous stories and pls enjoy this one!

key:

red = violence or de@th

orange = tw that arent violence (could be violent for u)

blue = able to read for everyone i hope

tw: violence (kidn@pping, @buse (slightly), r@pe (slightly, dw its not too much)), caps, de@th mention, siblings

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There was only 1 day until Saika's mother came home and it was today, and Saika obviously wasn't excited for that. Saika went for a walk until she got dragged into an ally by a masked person and was knocked out. She felt her surroundings as she was being dragged away. She couldn't see anything though. The floor was cold and the room was dark.

Saika's blindfold was taken off and there stood an old man who looked like a huge creep. Duct tape was on her mouth and her hands were tied. The old man walked up to her and started to touch her legs seductively. Saika was powerless. She tried to prevent the man by keeping her legs shut and kicking him. The creep was mad. He put up his fists when the creep fell to the floor. It was Aori! Aori helped untie Saika and took the tape off her mouth. Saika jumped into Aori's arms and cried. Aori started to cry too. They both felt a huge amount of pain of one person who was hurt.

Other footsteps were heard, slowly coming towards them. A small figure stood at the entrance.

"S-Saika-chan!?" Kinako cried. Tears were already falling down her cheek and ran up to Saika.

Saika let go of Aori and hugged Kinako. They both were relieved that they both were safe. Kinako was small and vulnerable. Saika hated that and didn't want anyone to force themselves onto her. Saika wanted Kinako to be hers more desperately than ever to protect her. The two loosened the hug and were now inches away from eachother's faces. Both quickly let go and turned around blushing very hard.

"W-we should go now," Kinako suggested, "It's very cold now..."

Everyone left the place and was back in the sun. The sun warmed them up until they were satisfied. Saika went back home to see her mother is already there.

"WHERE WERE YOU?!" her mother screamed.

"I-I w-was k-kidnapped," Saika replied stuttering. She still was crying a bit and her eyes were red.

"This is why I told you to marry a man. You're too weak to fight men off. Girl's are not fighters either. That is a man's job. You're so weak you couldn't even bribe the man with money instead!"

"COULD YOU STOP CALLING ME WEAK?!" Saika cried. Her eyes were filled with more tears. Tears of anger.

She felt a pain on her cheek to realizing her mother had slapped her.

"YOU DARE TO SPEAK TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT? YOU ARE SUCH A DISGRACE TO BEING LADYLIKE AND DEFINITELY A DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY!" her mother screamed back.

"I WAS KIDNAPPED! YOU CARE ABOUT THE FAMILY, MONEY AND MEN WAY MORE THAN YOUR OWN DAUGHTER! YOU DON'T EVEN SPEND TIME WITH HER YOU DON'T REALIZE SHE IS SO DISTANT FROM YOU!"

"I AM NOT DISTANT WE ARE PERFECTLY FINE!"

"THEN WHAT IS MY FAVOURITE COLOUR!" "HA! ARE YOU STUPID? IT'S PINK!"

"HAHA WRONG! IT'S YELLOW AND IT ALWAYS HAS BEEN!"

"YELLOW IS A BOY'S COLOUR YOU DISGRACE! YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED INSTEAD OF YOUR FATHER!"

Saika's rage fell down by that last sentence. Her eyes widened in shock.

"Saika darling, I am very most sorry." her mother said, acting like nothing happened, "I have gotten a little non-ladylike. How silly of me!"

"W-what do you mean dad is dead?" Saika muttered.

"I-I.... um.. Don't worry! You can forget about him. He is already dead, and is the least successful of the family.", her mother replied calmly.

Saika stormed into her room went on her phone.

Kinako?

Hiya saika chan!

May I stay over your house for a bit?

of course!

Thank you!

get packed! i will meet u at the park!

Okay.

Saika got ready and packed her stuff. She walked downstairs and already saw a note on the kitchen bench.

Dear Saika,

I have left for a small break. I will be back and do not go anywhere.

Kind Regards,

Your mother.

Saika ignored it because she knew that her mother was going out to a fancy restaurant. Saika got to the park and saw Kinako again. Saika followed Kinako to her house and before they entered, Saika was warned.

"Be prepared, Saika. I promise you, it's not that bad but prepare. Your. Self."

Saika gulped and went inside. What she needed to prepare for wasn't really what she expected.

"I'm home!" Kinako called out.

A bunch of kids started running up to her and a commotion of loving siblings made Saika giggle a bit.

"Onee-chan! Who is that?" one of them asked.

"Kisaki! It's her date remember!!!" the other said which looked like the other boy's twin.

Saika blushed a bit.

"AHHHH! SHUSH!" Kinako blushed so hard.

After getting everyone under control, Kinako made dinner with Saika.

"Where do you want to sleep?" Kinako asked, "I don't have a spare room sorry!"

"D-do you think I can sleep with you?" Saika asked still blushing.

Kinako looked away from the cooking pot into Saika's eyes. She blushed again (so much blushing) and replied with a simple "Sure!".

Dinner was done and all the kids were done showering. They all finished eating and went to do their own things but Kai went to bed.

Kinako and Saika took turns to shower. Kinako showered first, then Saika. Kinako waited in her room staring at her ceiling fan. She replayed Saika asking to sleep with her. She was so inside her imaginations she didn't realize Saika was waving her hand infront of Kinako's face.

"Kiiiiiiinaaaaakoooooooooo!" Saika whispered.

"What are you doing...?" Kinako asked.

"Seeing if you were alive on earth and not in spce!"

The two giggled until talked until 11 pm. Kinako checked to make sure the kids were all asleep and went back to her room. Saika was already under the covers and Kinako went under. They fell asleep to facing each other's backs both having their dreams take over.

Kinako woke up to hear pictures being taken. She slowly opened her eyes to see all the kids at the door, with a phone, taking pictures of her.

"Why are you taking pictures?" She asked flatly.

They all pointed at Saika who was hugging the smaller person in her sleep. Kinako jaw dropped and was blushing once more.

All the kids snicker until Tsubaki said, "Time to get ready now guys!"

All the kids said "aww" and left.

Kinako giggled and faced back at Saika who was still dead asleep with her arms around Her. It was very warm and Kinako slept for 10 more minutes not wanting to wake Saika nor wanting to end it.

When Saika woke up, she felt a small tight person hugging her stomach and she was hugging the person back. She then realize who it was. (Y'all know I don't need to repeat uwu!) She was staring in shock and awe that she was closer to Kinako than she could ever imagine. Literately. She felt something weird on her chest. She looked down and I wonder what she saw... Kinako's chest upon Saika's. She was hotter now and was so wrapped in the soft touch of Kinako.

"Mmmmm... Saika." Kinako muttered in her sleep.

Saika was so red, she was as red as a rose. It was really awkward when they both got up together. 0.0

They made breakfast and pretended it didn't happen. Saika and Kinako chose to skip school today. Kinako asked Aori to pick up the kids from school.

Kinako and Saika were cuddling on a couch under a blanket. They were watching movies. Saika looked at Kinako who was glued to the movie. Kinako realized and looked back at Saika. They both were now an inch away from each other's faces. They started to slowly lean closer until they both felt a pair of soft lips on their faces. It was deep and passionate until they stopped for air. They stared into the other's eyes and then looked away madly blushing. Their gazes slowly went back to each other, about to kiss again when they heard something from the window. It was Aori and the other kids taking photos. They all went to hide behind the old shed in the backyard but Kinako was already there.

"I'm taking your phones away for a week." Kinako sad plainly, "You too Aori."

The kids, including Aori, gave their phones to Kinako. They all went inside and relaxed. Saika stayed at Kinako's house for a week.

She wasn't excited to go back. She wanted to stay with Kinako. She wanted to live with her. She wanted to be with her. But she couldn't because of her mother.

If Saika could choose to spend her life for 1 thing, it would be Kinako.

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[talesofayoungadventress]

The fact I never did a blog about this kills me. Because there was some crazy shit that went down... as always. But here we are, 3 years later post global pandemic and online teaching 💀 Home girl NEEDS this current vacation. Anyways currently sitting here in Vegas with Monica and I needed to get this up for myself than for anyone to read… #memories and whatnot.

Monica and I did a 5 week trip to Spain and Morocco. I HONEST TO GOD thought this trip was going to be normal. We were older, safe and sane, & not out doin’ risky shit like we use to. All was pretty uneventful the first two weeks in Spain. We drank a pitcher or two of sangria a day, ate, napped for siesta... and anyone thats read from while I was in Thailand knows that is Monica’s specialty 😂, went to see some floating Jesus for Monica, and that’s pretty much it. The men are 🔥, the sangria is perfect, and country wide afternoon nap time is good for the soul. 10/10 would recommend Spain.

The words “Damn Monica look at us having a safe and sane vacation like responsible adults” even left my mouth at one point. We were so proud. Mom was proud I wasn’t out doing hood rat stuff. But then came our last day in Spain. I knew it was all too good to be true...

We stayed in a port town called Tarifa. Although we both had big girl jobs at this point, we still kept it cheap and took the ferry to Tangier in Morocco rather than fly. The night at our hotel set the tone for the rest of the trip. The fire alarm went off in the middle of the night. I panicked and jumped out of bed because I wasn’t about to burn, meanwhile this bitch Monica leisurely gets up, walks to the sink, puts her sweatshirt on and starts washing her face. WASHING HER FREAKING FACE!! WTF!? I actually yelled at her and got her butt out. Thank god it was a false alarm. But moral of the story Monica would have let us burn to wash her face 😑

The ferry was mistake #1. I took Dramamine and Monica didn’t want to. You get one guess who spent the entire ferry ride throwing up in a sink.

Now I’ve only ever thought I was about to be snatched once while traveling. It was in Cambodia with Monica and our psycho drugged out tuk tuk driver. I can add our first day in Morocco as the second time.

For whatever reason Morocco doesn’t let you get money before entering the country like other places. You need to get it from ATM’s at the airport upon arrival. But we chose the cheap route (never again and this lesson will come back to haunt me later... 🐫) and came on the ferry. We asked where we could get $ and they said they had lots of ATM machines outside of the building. Well surprise surprise we didn’t see any. We stood there with no money or phone service stranded wondering what we would do.

Then, out of no where, a man came up and asked us if we wanted to get money and told us to follow him. He led us to a row of windowless rape vans like you see on Criminal Minds and told us the ATM and money exchange was inside. Should I have gone in? No. Did I? Yes. Just when I thought I chose the safe and sane life in Spain it all went out the window. As soon as they opened the back doors sure enough there was a little ATM and a man with a table. Still leery I get in and they slam the doors right behind me. At this point I thought “God damn, really! After all that I’ve gotten myself into this is how I’m being taken out!?” But all went well and I got our money.

After the creepy $ situation, we got a random Chefchaouen and it was everything I wanted it to be. It was blue. It was pretty. We were even offered cocaine instead of the crepes we wanted our first night, and Monica made my fat butt hike up a steep hill TWICE in sandals. But that hike up was so worth it watching those sunsets overlooking the city and hearing the call to prayer. Monica 1, Meghan 0.

After Chefchaouen we headed to Marrakech. I wanted all the rugs, all the vases, tiles, baskets, purses. Honestly I was the equivalent to what the grinch looks like as he’s collecting all the Christmas shit from Whoville. Put it in my bag I’ll give you all the $$. We also stayed in the best boutique hotel. Monica wasn’t a fan until we walked in and settled ourselves. Monica 1, Meghan 1.

I straight up threw down those dollars in Marrakech. I didn’t work all those night classes for nothing! I texted a random guy who sold rugs that I found from someone online. Again... another risky choice but I wanted some damn rugs! Monica was pissed I’d text and leave with a random person for rugs but I was determined and dragged her off with me. Jokes on her because he was so nice, gave us mint tea, and let me live all my Moroccan rug dreams. I got 4. Did I need 4? Hell no! BUUUT did I want 4? Yes.

Shout out to my mom for putting up with my crap and letting me ship and store those babies at her house 😏. FYI they look fab in my new house.

Now there wasn’t anything else to report until the very end of our trip. This is when the “cheap route” reared its ugly head again. Monica is no longer allowed to plan excursions. Ever. 🙅🏽‍♀️ You get what you pay for.

We did a desert camping experience and took a random van 15 hours into the Sahara desert. The entire ride was sketch as usual, and they eventually dropped us off at a hotel for the night. The next day we had to give our room up and sat outside in 130° weather until our evening camel ride into the desert. My camel was NOT cooperating and it took me forever to get on. Monica was last to load up because she started crying and didn’t want to get on because “she could tell her camel didn’t want to go.” So she suggested she’d walk there… the entire 2 1/2 hour trip. The guides looked at her like she was crazy and said no and forced her on anyways. I heard her crying for a good 15 minutes before she was fine and wanted a picture.

My camel ride was 🙅🏽‍♀️. The blankets weren’t tied and my saddle was a triangle piece of wood that kept slipping off. Sitting slanted on a triangle piece of wood for almost 3 hours on a camel is the worst.

Once we got to the camp we had to walk through piles of camel poop to eat dinner in the dark. Also, no warning to us before hand, but our camp didn’t have a water bin or bottles so your girl was waterless in the Sahara desert 🥵. The bed sheets also had me shook to the core… not washed, probably ever, as there was a BODY PRINT STAIN you could see!

Despite the nastiness, the stars were pretty, we climbed to the top of the sand dunes, and I watched the sunrise because I refused to lay down on that bed.

At this point I was tired, dehydrated, and just wanted to get back. Monica still didn’t want to ride the camels (she was in her vegan phase this trip) and said she told them we’d pay to take ATVs. I used the last of $ I had left to do so, and we waited for them to arrive while everyone else loaded back up on camels.

This is where things got weird. We were left with two guys that helped run the camp. One started playing drums for us while the other just sat and glared the entire time. He eventually told us he didn’t like America’s, said we shouldn’t take pictures, and then plot twist he wanted to add us on Facebook. Shout out to Sayed for giving us creepy predator vibes.

Once the ATVs came, we got on and went on our way. While Monica took off nice and slow happy as can be, my guy guns it! I literally held on for dear life the entire 30 min ride back. He’d speed up while we’d go down the sand dunes and our ATV would literally hover down! I don’t remember anything, it all went black, and I almost died.

Once we got back to the hotel Monica was crying and told me it was because of how beautiful the sunrise was on our ride back. She asked if I saw it, but Girl NO I DID NOT because I was trying to hold on and make sure me and my backpack weren’t left in the dust.

We took a shower with a single small stream of water and then took another bus 15 hours back into Marrakech. I was next to a kid that threw up the entire time. No food, no water because I was out of money.

Now if you’ve made it this far bless you. This was the end of our trip and I ended it with picking up some bug that had me SIIIIICK the rest of the two days and entire flight home.

Which brings us to today, exactly 3 years later, and 2 canceled trips back to Thailand thanks to COVID. This road trip will be fun though! Here’s to being on home turf, accident free, not taking the cheap way out, and being responsible.

❤️ Love from Vegas 🇺🇸

[theboobserweight]

Me.

Hi to whomever is reading this. I had a moment of confidence where i felt like i was ready to share my story, share what makes me me. And that’s exactly what i am going to do with this blog post.

This story isn’t a pretty one. And i am not going to use any names, and wont go into much detail. But if you want to know why i am the way i am. What’s made me who i am. Keep reading.

So my real name is Kimberley, yes that’s right. The legal spelling of my name isn’t even with a Y. But there were 2 other Kimberley's at my school so I decided to change it to spelling it with a Y and I’ve been spelling it that way since I was 7.

My childhood was great. I have the world’s greatest parents tbh. I am closer to my dad than anyone, but we’ll get to that.

See my mom doesn't like alternative. She wanted me to be a girly girl, but my dad didn't mind as long as i was happy. My mom didn't. so I grew up alot closer to my dad.

At the age of 13 I started to rebel. My dad had raised me on rock music since i was a child. My first ever concert was Bruce Springsteen haha. I started to go in that rebel direction. When i started secondary school, it was a brand new school and we were the only year there. The top. I was the only alternative person. Which brought on a mercy of bullying. Being called ugly, fat (Which i was bigger), goth and everything else. But i tried to focus as much as I could and let it go. 

By time I was 15 I had tired of the bullying. it lead to me having a physical fight with a boy in the cafeteria of the school. Safe to say i didn't get bullied after that lol.

College was better, i started to find myself. My dancing was going amazing. In fact at the age of 17 i competed and WON the under 18 European dance hip hop championships :) (Little fact about me for you there) I was on top of the world. But that didn’t last long.

See at the age of 17 i had met a guy, on Myspace. And i fell in love. He seemed perfect to me, I would do anything for him. I was a mug. Let me tell you and example. See I lived on the edge of Essex near Lakeside shopping centre, and he lived and worked in Romford. I would drive my car to his house to pick him up and drop him off to work. And then do the same when he had finished. I was stuck. He cheated on me several times, manipulating me to believe it was my fault. And i believed him, and forgave him. That’s when the relationship started to turn toxic. I wouldn’t realize it until i was 24 but I was being emotionally abused. But more so, I was being physically. But at the time i thought that was what love was. And even more so, I thought that with love you gave everything to the person you loved. Even if you didnt want to. And i dont like to mention the word so I’ll use the single letter but he R’d me several times. And i thought it was out of love, i thought he loved me. And i let him do it because he led me to believe that if i loved him i would let him do whatever he wanted to do to me.

It took me time, but i eventually cut ties, due to the help of my best friend. I had to do it by text out of fear what would happen if i did it to his face. And i had to get her to push the button to send the message. Still to this day i remember what he text back to the 3 page essay i had sent him. 6 words. “Whatever makes you happy i guess” He would try to get back with me eventually. Again trying to make me believe that it was my fault. But I didn’t let him.

It would be at this point in my life, 2 days before i was due to go away on holiday for my birthday that I would try kill myself for the first time. Luckily my cousin was there to stop me.

I started my 18th birthday depressed. In new york of all places, trying to have fun but i was shook. I came back, surrounding myself with some incredible people. And everytime he would try contact me, my friends would answer the phone. Even down to a good friend of mine pretending to be my bf lol!

I tried to live my life as well as i could after that, trying to find myself. I didnt know what i wanted to do with my life. I didnt know if i could go into another relationship. My confidence was gone. That girl I was before him was no where to be found. 

I started working at my local cinema. And these were the best 3 years of my life. Ups and downs, highs and lows but easily the best time of my life.

I was 19 and I met a guy whilst i worked there and we started dating. I tried my hardest to let my guard down with this guy. But it just wasnt working. I couldn’t even let him kiss me and I didn’t know why. And I was kind of lucky that it wasn’t working. You see.. this guy was only dating me cos he had a bet with several other people that worked there that i didnt get on with to see how long it would take him to get me into bed. Safe to say, being friends with the manager works in your favour, cos i got them fired.But once again the confidence i had built up was now back to zero.

I just got on with my life after that. I didn’t think about dating or anything like that. I weren’t living for anything. I was just working and enjoying my life as much as i could.

At 21, I was lucky enough to go on holiday with my BFF and her family to Vegas. That was alot better than my 18th birthday.

At the end of 2011, i met a guy through a mutual friend and we got on really well. We stared dating, and for the first time in a long time I thought i had built my confidence back up. But that guard I had was lingering in the background. I was trying to push him away and he didn’t realize. Until I did. I hadn’t ever considered how much my first relationship would impact my future relationships until this guy. We could kiss, and make out for hours. But if it even tried to go further it would cause me to have an anxiety attack. I couldn’t let him touch me, at all. And it’s then i realized I had a problem. That relationship ended because he chose to cheat on me and get back with his ex.

So record so far. 1 guy abused and R’d me. 1 guy dated me for a bet. and 1 cheated. Not a good track record for a girl aged 21 huh?

And thats why at age 21 I would again attempt to kill myself. This time seeking comfort in a friend after ODing.

I gave up after that. I focused into different things. I decided dating wasn’t an option for me. I had to find myself, i had to find that confidence again.

And that’s when i started wrestling. A good friend taught me that the perfect character in wrestling is the person  you dont have the confidence to be in real life. Alas, Kymmie was born. Kymmie oozes confidence, she believes shes untouchable. And that was the girl i wish i could be in real life. Not this depressed, anxiety driven shy girl that everyone just thinks is a bitch cos she wont talk to them.

At the age of 26 i did eventually meet someone that would change my life. A guy that I am able to call a best friend. He changed everything. He made me find me again. My guard dropped the quickest it had ever, and I opened up. And for the first time in a long time, I could say that I was becoming me again. And at 26, 8 years after the guy that destroyed me, and made it so that no man could ever touch me. I finally let it happen. 

Fast forward to 2018, and I’m currently 28. My confidence right now is amazing. I still have alot of work to do, but I am learning each day to love myself. I do love myself. I have the greatest friends in the world.

I have taken a hitus from wrestling due to a back injury sustained on a horrible decision i made last year. But i will continue next year.

I have my instagram as a way to help me build confidence in how I look. Alot of people assume that due to my insta that im easy and i’m a slut. I can tell you right now, hand on my heart, that i am 28 and i have slept with 2 people. I dont count my rape as me loosing my virginity at all. It is very hard for me to be sexual with someone and let that wall down. And I am in no way ashamed to admit that I was 26 when i lost my virginity.

My depression and anxiety still exists within me, and it comes out often. I may seem confident, and untouchable. But I’m honestly not always on the inside.  If you honestly think I look confident, believe me when i say that 80% of the time that is fake, and I am actually hiding behind a mask. Like most people in life do.

If you see me at shows, or anything. And i havent approached you to say hi, Its not me being stuck up. And it isn’t me being a bitch. Its because i’m too shy and nervous to say hello as much as i want to. And my inner demons, due to my anxiety are messing with me. So please dont hesitate to come say hello.

I am working on being more confident around people, but its a process, and it will take some time. 

But that is my story summed up.

If you are still reading by this point, then thank you. I hope this gives you some sort of insight to who i am and why i am the way i am.

The last thing I will say is something i learned the weekend. And that is to make sure you surround yourself with positive people. I have recently cut some of my family out of my life (not my immediate) but this is due to them always been negative on the things i do, and i dont need that. 

I choose to surround  myself to positive people, those who boost me and those whom i can boost to.

But thank you for taking the time to read this. If you want to reach out and talk to me you are more than welcome to. My inbox is always open. 

Have a great day!

Kisses xoxo

[mrgrant9559-blog]

Witch Way Is Right? Part 4

A/N: Ok, you uglies are starting to multiply so I gotta make a Part 4... In this one, Reader is going to have to make a choice he thought he wouldn’t have to make until he was older... NOT LIKE THAT!!! Also, sorry to the guy who gave me the prompt to write this, but I guess I’m going in a completely different direction compared to what you sent me... I really hope you enjoy what I came up with and once again I’m sorry... ON WITH THE STORY!

Summary: (Y/N) is a male witch and also comes from a family of witches. When (Y/N) is backed up in a corner by his brother, who chose the dark path, he is forced to choose his own fate, choosing the light path. This causes an Ecliptic War between Light and Dark Witches. During this war, an eclipse (both solar and lunar) is happening, and won’t end until one brother is left standing. With the help of the Avengers and other helpful heroes, will (Y/N) be able to defeat his brother, or will the world be forever secluded in darkness?

Subject: Avengers x Male!Reader

Characters: (Y/N), Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Tony Stark, Brother OC

Tags: @writeyouin @thegreatficmaster @avengersohyeah @lzzywinchester @uselessace

Word Count: 3,097 words?! I had no idea I was doing that much!! My bad 😅

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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Third Person POV:

“So what do you say, (Y/N)? You comin with me or am I dragging your unconscious body outta here?” Alex said as his eyes started to glow a purple hue. (Y/N) knows he has to fight him, or at least hold his own until his parents are conscious again. It won’t be easy but he can’t make it look hard either.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a spell that makes your voice less irritating, would you?” a familiar voice sounded through the halls. (Y/N) tried looking around to find the source of the voice. Then a web was shot at Alex’s face, covering his whole mouth as Spider-Man dropped from the ceiling and landed next to (Y/N). “Oh nevermind, I figured it out.” Spidey joked.

“Spider-Man?! I can’t believe its really you! Your voice sounds... familiar though.” You said.

“Uhhh... I-I get that a lot.” He stammered. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but looking at him from a close distance, you couldn’t help but notice how tall he was. Almost the same height as you. For a “Spider-Man”, he really seemed like a high schooler. Maybe he’s a student at Midtown High, too. In the middle of your thoughts, Alex ripped the webbing off his face with a irritated grunt.

“You know, most spiders tend to have 12 eyes. Let’s see how well you can handle that, shall we?” Alex said with his eyes once again glowing purple as he was starting to conjour up a spell. “Ton kánei pio aráchni!”(Make him more spider-like!) He chanted. You start to see Spidey squirm around and yell as he seems like he’s in pain but you can’t really tell. You unexpectedly fire a blast at Alex, causing him to fall back on his ass. This gives you and the webhead enough time to hide. You run through the halls dragging Spidey with you until you find the Custodian Room to see whats wrong with him.

Reader’s POV:

“Spidey, are you hurt? Do you feel different? Talk to me! Whats goin on?” I asked worried. Who knows what my dumbass brother did to him.

“Yeah, I think I’ll be alright.” He says with that same familiar voice, and I start to get suspicous. Why does he sound so damn familiar. I got an idea.

“Take off your mask!” I suggest.

The hero looks at me with his mask displaying wide eyes. “What?! No way! I can’t have you know who I am, ok? Not like this!” he says.

“Look, man, I need to see if my brother did something weird to you. I heard him say something about 12 eyes before he casted the spell. Plus, I can tell by the sound of your voice and your height that you go to this school, so you either show me now or I find out on my own eventually.” I say matter-of-factly.

He sighs and then looks up at me. “Alright fine, but please don’t freak out!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Now hurry up before my brother finds us.” I say quickly. To be honest, I don’t know how much time we have before my brother barges in, so we gotta be quick about this. He takes off his mask and I can’t believe my eyes! “PARKER?! OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!” I yell in horror.

“I told you not to freak out, (Y/N)!” He says annoyed.

“No Peter. Ugh, it’s not that at all!” I say as I try to shield my eyes. He looks at me confused. Or at least I think he’s confused.

“What the hell is it then? Did your brother really put some wierd spell on me?!” He asks. I grab my phone out of my pocket and go to the camera app. I put it in selfie mode and hand it to him. He looks at it and now it’s his turn to freak out.

“OH MY GOD!! WHAT THE FUCK?! I HAVE 12 EYES!!! He yells.

“See?! I told you! Ugh, just look at them going in different directions and stuff.” I say in disgust.

“FIX IT!! YOU CAN FIX IT, CAN’T YOU?! He asks worriedly.

“Yeah I can fix it. Just calm down and let me concentrate.” I say calmly. I need him to relax because I’ve honestly never tried to reverse someone’s spell, let alone my own brother’s.

I remember when I was about 9, Alex accidently gave me a second head when he said in Greek, “two heads are better than one.” To this day, I don’t know if it was on purpose or not. I also remember my mom saying the spell backwards and my second head was gone. Thats it! “Inhcára oip ienák not!” I chanted and Peter went back to having only two eyes. He frantically started touching his face. Relief washed over him as he realized he was back to normal. He looked at me as if I had just saved his life, which I guess I sorta did.

“How’d you do it?” he asked.

“I remembered when my mom reversed a spell Alex accidentally put on me when I was younger. She just said the spell backwards and it wore off, so thats what I did. Honestly, I didn’t know if I’d even be able to reverse a spell from a fully powered dark witch.” I admitted.

“I don’t know what I would’ve done with an extra set of eyes. Thanks, (Y/N). Really.” He said thankfully. I was so focused on fixing Peter’s eyes, I didn’t even notice the door had been opened.

“Yeah, (Y/N). Thanks. If it wasn’t for you and webhead over here screaming like bitches, then it would’ve taken me longer to find you two.” Alex said as his eyes started to shift to a purple hue once again. “Speaking of bitches, Peter! I would’ve never guessed a scrawny nerd like you would be Spider-Man.” Peter hurriedly tried to find his mask and he put it back on, but I really don’t see a point. Alex points two fingers towards Peter and flicks them to the side as he says, “Árchise!”(Begone). Peter flies through 6 classroom walls like they were nothing.

“PETER!” I yell as I try to get up to check on him but my brother casts another spell to stop me in my tracks.

“Leavin so soon? We haven’t even gotten to the blood shed, yet.” He says. He uses his magic to spin me around so that I’m facing him and he repeatly says, “Sýnkrousi!”(Crash!) 10 times and every time he says it, I’m thrown to each wall in the hallway. After the final wall throw, he then says, “Makriá mazí sou!”(Away with you!) and I’m thrown through some more walls to the school gym. I’m lying on the floor still breathing surprisingly. Alex said he’s gonna drag my unconsious body outta here, but if he keeps this up, the only he’ll be dragging is my corpse.

My body aches and I’m sure there’s blood coming out of my nose, not to mention the blood running down the left side of my face from my head having an open wound on it. My Mom and Dad are unconsious I’m guessing from the works of Baron Mordo so I know they’re not coming. Peter must have connections with the Avengers but like I said I earlier I don’t think they’re on good terms after that huge war at the airport. Which means I’m on my own. And if I’m on my own then that also means I have no choice but to use my trump card. I start to shift so that I’m on my knees. My parents told me to use this spell only on emergencies, but this seems like more than an emergency. It’s life or death!

I don’t know how but I find the strength and mental courage to stand on my feet. I’m out of beath still but that doesn’t stop me from doing what needs to be done. I close my eyes and concentrate. I’ve only heard of people using this spell at 18, so I’m kinda curious as to what might happen to me if I’m doing this at age 15. After I’ve fully concentrated, I cast the spell by saying, “Écho epiléxei ti moíra mou!”(I’ve chosen my fate!).

Suddenly, two different colored portal emerge in front of me. One is Purple and the other is Gold. Purple being the Dark Path, which is what my brother chose, and Gold being the Light Path, which is what I’m choosing. Even though my parents are gonna be mad at for choosing my path before I’m done with high school, they won’t be mad at me like they were with Alex when he chose his path. I just hope they understand cause like I said before, I have no choice. I begin walking towards the Gold portal and the closer I get to it, the warmer I feel. Like, I was really destined to chose this path! I’m just a few steps away from it until I hear my brother yell in the background.

“STOP!” He says. “(Y/N), don’t go to the Light path! Think of all the damage we could cause together! We could rule this world with an iron fist and become Gods! No one would be able to stop us!” He tries to convince to join him, but what he’s saying just causes me to move faster towards the Gold portal. I donmt want the world to fear, I want people to look up to me. I wanna be on kids’ lunch boxes and back packs. I wanna be a hero! And thats exactly what I’m gonna do!

I fully walk through the portal and I feel different. I feel older and more experienced. Peter lands down next to me in his full Spider-Man suit and I notice that I’m now taller than him. What the hell happened to me? I turn towards him and his mask gives off this surprised expression.

“Peter, are you ok?” I ask.

“Yeah, I’m fine but are you ok?” He asks and I’m confused.

“What do you mean? I feel great! In fact, I feel better than great! I feel like...”

“You’re 18?” Alex interrupts. “Dammit (Y/N), you idiot! We could’ve became something greater! Everyone would know our names in fear!”

“I don’t want people to fear me, Alex! And I especially don’t want to be known as a god. I’d rather be known as a legend. A Hero!” I argue. I can’t see Peter’s face, but I can tell he’s looking at me with a smile. I can see Alex’s eyes glow purple again.

“You know the difference between a God and a Hero? Heroes die!” He says as he shoots a powerful energy blast towards me, causing a mild but destructive explosion.

The gym is engulfed in smoke and I can hear Alex laughing like he won, but I’m far from done with this fight. I snap my fingers and the smoke dissappears to reveal Alex’s face go from happy to shocked. I looke to my right and see that Peter is still alright. I guess my protection spell worked. I cause my eyes to glow gold. I look at Alex and he looks scared. Serves the asshole right.

“Beydaan maeak!”(Away with you!) I say as a portal suddenly appears behind Alex and he’s sucked into it and sent to the dark realm. I look around and notice all the damage thats been done to the school. I realize that I have to fix it sense it’s kinda my fault.

My eyes glow gold again as I chant, “Iieadatan bna!”(Rebuild!). The rubble and and debris from the broken wall in the gym started to repiece itself like a jigsaw puzzle. The smoke and dust started to disappear into nothingness. I also decide to erase everyones memory from what happened 5 minutes ago to now. I’ll let Peter and Ned keep their memories. I feel like I can trust them with knowing this about me. Plus, if Ned can keep Peter’s secret, then I’m pretty sure he can keep mine, too.

I notice that these spells just come to me naturally. I don’t need a spellbook or anything like that, and usually I’d be exhausted after using 3 spells in a short time but now I don’t feel anything. Must be one of the benefits of choosing your path. That and so much more, which I can’t wait to find out.

“Mimhat aldhaakirat!”(Memory eraser!) I conjour and a gold ring appears around me and expands throughout the school. I look to the side and notice that Peter is gone. He must’ve left to go put on his regular clothes. I never really had the time to actually soak in the fact that my friend is Spider-Man. Which means, he must have connections with the Avengers. I wonder if he’ll put in a good word to Tony Stark for me!

“I guess thats that. Now to go check and see if the spell actually worked.” I said. I walk towards the double doors and peek through the halls. Everything seems back to normal. No hole in the ceiling. No broken pipes dripping water on the ground. People are walking to their next class as if nothing happened. I decide to do the same just to seem normal for a while, which might be harder than I thought sense I’ve aged 3 years. I’m walking towards class and see Peter come up behind me. He winks at me but his face is still a little scratched up. I snap my fingers and his face is instantly cleared. He looks at me surprised until he remembered the cuts on his face.

“Yeah, I almost forgot about my face. I’ve been doing this so much, I’m just used to having a couple scars and making dumb excuses about them. Thanks alot, for everything. I’m sure if you weren’t there, then I’d have more than just a couple scars on my face.” He said.

I look at him and smile. “Don’t worry about it, Pete. I’m just glad we got away with it scot free.” I say as I’m about to pull open the classroom door. Once we walk in, my eyes go wide as I look at the classroom and only see... MY PARENTS?! My dad has his arms folded above his chest and my mom has her hands rested above her waists. My dad starts to walk closer to us and I swear, my spine grows colder with each step he takes. “Hey, guys!” I stammered, “You guys remember Peter, right?”

“Oh we remember Peter. What we DON’T remember is our 15 year old son suddenly being 18! What the hell did you do?!” He says as his voice gets louder with each word.

“Well, you see ,” I stammered again, “I had to fight Alex on my own because you guys were unconscious and he was really powerful, so I had no choice but to choose my path and I did.

Now, it was my mom’s turn to speak. “What do you mean we were unconscious? We were awake the whole time. We just heard about what happened on the news. How could you choose your path without telling us, (Y/N)?”

“I had no choice, Mom! If I didn’t he was gonna kill me for sure! I mean, what did you guys want me to do?!” I questioned.

“Honestly, son. This may come off as a shock to you, but we wanted you to choose the Dark Path.” My dad said and I’m surprised my eyeballs didn’t pop out of my skull. They wanted me to choose dark?! That’s crazy!

“Are you guys for real?! Why on Earth would I choose the dark path. I mean you guys have taught me all my life that we have to live as light witches!” I say.

“I know, son but we would’ve kept you on the right path we promise we would. Now, with your brother choosing dark path and you choosing light path, well you have no idea what you two have started.” My dad says while looking at me with a stern looks.

“What are you talking about?! What did I start?” I ask.

Suddenly, I hear the classroom door open and someone walks in. “I’m sorry but am I interrupting something here?” the man says. I turn around and I can’t believe who it is!

“Mr. Stark! What are you doing here?” Peter blurts out.

“Oh, I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d say what’s up to my favorite web-slinger. Also I came here for your friend here. (Y/N) is it?” Tony said. My parents and I are still surprised that he’s here. Even though I have a huge crush on Captain America, I’m still a huge fan of the billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.

“You want me?! What for, sir?” I ask.

He takes off his shades and I can tell he’s serious. “Well I noticed all the crazy shit that was going on over here, so I sent in a couple micro drones to see what was going on and they spotted you with a gold, flashy, ring expanding around you. So, I assumed that random Eclipse outside was because of you and this evil brother of yours I was hearing about just now.” He says.

“Wait. What eclipse?!” I ask. I ran out the classroom door, ran through the hall towards the school doors and noticed it was dark out already. I made it outside and looked up to see a total solar elipse in the middle of the sky right above us. Is this what my parents were talking about? If so, then I have a feeling I’m in a lot more trouble than I thought.

“Breathtaking isn’t it? You must have some pretty unique abilities to do something like this. Ever thought of joining the Avengers?” Tony says standing to the side of me while looking at the eclipse with his shades on. If I wasn’t so confused right now, I’d be on the ground, hyperventilating with excitement. My parents and Peter walk out the front door and towards us. My parents look up and they have a sick look on their face. Like something they wish would never happen just happened.

My mom has tears roll down her face as she says, “It’s starting already? I thought we had a little more time!”

“What is this? What the hell is going on?!” I ask in confusion

My dad looks towards me and says, “The Ecliptic War.” What the hell is an Ecliptic War?!

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I guess we’re about to find out in the next part! I really hope you guys enjoyed, I know I dragged the story on longer than expected but the more I wrote, the more ideas I got. So I really hope you guys enjoy the direction I’m taking with the story and sure you guys follow so you can know when Part 5 is coming... Anyways, bye, my uglies!!

[prussiumscribbles]

for prompts, i always die for omegaverse usuk

Alfred couldn’t stay inside Arthur’s house any longer. He felt like he was sinking deeper and deeper into a bottomless ocean each second as a stream of people in black passed them on the hallway, patting their shoulders and expressing condolences. Beside him, Arthur was silently gazing at his mother who was being comforted by his Alpha brothers.  

Alfred pressed his lips against Arthur’s ear and whispered, “Let’s get out of here.”

Arthur regarded him with those sad, wet eyes. A sharp knife slashed at Alfred’s heart.

“Let’s get out of this town,” insisted Alfred.  

“I— I don’t think that’s a good idea right now,” replied Arthur, his voice weak. He opened his mouth again as the impulse to apologise overcame him. “I’m sorry, I—“

“It’s okay, I understand,” said Alfred, stroking the length of Arthur’s arms and hugging him tightly.

They said goodbye after a few hours, hardly exchanging any words.

At midnight, Alfred’s phone rang. He bolted upright to see who was calling him. Before he could say anything, he heard Arthur’s soft voice:

“Okay.”

“What?” asked Alfred, gripped with confusion. He sat wondering if he had muttered something subconsciously.

“Okay, let’s go,” replied Arthur.  

Within a few minutes, they were driving along the Interstate on a rented car. They didn’t bother packing, only grabbing their phones, a bit of cash, and their credit cards before running out the door.  

Excitement rushed through their veins. They were supposed to do a road trip after high school. They couldn’t stop talking about it for months, daydreaming about the things they could do and the places they could visit, just the two of them. Colorado Rockies, Las Vegas, Chicago! But it never happened because that was when Arthur’s dad started to get ill, so he had to stay and take care of him, while Alfred had to move out for college.

The two of them chatted to keep themselves awake. Arthur leaned against the window, staring longingly at the marvellous show of lights and cityscapes. It was before sunrise when he fell asleep. Alfred kept driving.

“Oh god, you’re horrible!” exclaimed Arthur, bending over and laughing to his heart’s content.

Sparks erupted under Alfred’s skin, reminding him how much he missed hearing Arthur’s laughter.

“Excuse me, you mean awesome,” replied Alfred, shimmying closer to him. Arthur always thought he was a terrible dancer, but it never failed to cheer him up.

“You big goofball!”

They stopped on the side of the road to stretch out a bit. They would have thought they were in the middle of nowhere if the GPS hadn’t told them they were somewhere in Colorado.

Arthur sat on the hood of the car, munching on his fries, while Alfred stretched out his stiff body. The sun was setting over the seemingly endless horizon, its rays painting the barren landscape with soft hues.

Arthur fished his phone out of his pocket to tell his mum he was alright. What most people knew about Arthur was he was rarely spontaneous. This was the closest thing he did to rebellion.

“Did you ever think about leaving town?” asked Alfred, taking a bite of his hotdog.

“Not really,” replied Arthur.

“But if you do have the chance, will you do it?”

Arthur shrugged. He never left the town they grew up in— after high school, he attended a community college and immediately started working at a small and quiet bakeshop, seemingly contented with everything in his life.

“I feel like I’ll drown if I stay,” continued Alfred.  

“Alfred, it’s different for you,” said Arthur. “It’s easier for you to leave and take chances. You’re an Alpha, your family’s well-connected and—“

“I know,” said Alfred, having heard this privilege talk many times before, “but being an Omega doesn’t mean you have to stay where you were born for the rest of your life. You’ve always been living for somebody else—“

“My family needs me.”

“I realise that,” said Alfred, “And I honestly can’t think of anyone more loving and caring than you, but what about your own needs?”

Arthur said nothing.

Alfred gazed at the sky in response. They had never been in this part of the country before— there was so much left to explore. He studied the light that fell on Arthur’s pensive face, thinking about the times when he wished he was with him in university to share beautiful moments like this.

His heart ached with passion. He wanted Arthur to realise every good thing that he was missing because he chose to stay in their little town. Then, he felt disgust towards the strangers in their town who raised him only to bring him down, helping him internalise that he was an Omega, and nothing more.

“Have you ever thought about visiting other places? Meeting new people? Doing something else for a living?” asked Alfred. “I mean, god, Arthur, don’t you think maybe, just maybe, it’s time to live for yourself?”

Arthur squinted when he raised his voice.

Alfred immediately took his hand and squeezed it in silent apology.

“I’ll think about it.”

They took turns driving, never revisiting Alfred’s sudden outburst again. They stopped to buy clothes from a charity store, checked in a cheap motel for the night, and brushed their teeth with their fingers because they forgot to buy toothbrushes.

They drove for days, stopping only to stretch out or eat. Somewhere along the deserted road, the car broke down. It tested their patience— they were on the verge of arguing again as there was a storm coming and they were desperate to get a ride.

Frustrated, Arthur crossed his arms and kicked at stones. Alfred hailed the cars that passed them, hoping to get out of there soon. Fortunately, a young couple called Gilbert and Eliza gave them a lift. Soon enough, they were engaged in a conversation that brightened their mood. They were even nice enough to let them stay in their house until the storm was over and promised they’d help with the rental car.

“I’m sorry, the house is a mess right now,” said Eliza, looking sheepish. “Haven’t had much time to clean up while looking after the kids and running the business.”

Like Arthur, Eliza was an Omega. She and Gilbert, an Alpha, got married three years ago and were sharing two adorable kids. Personally, he thought she was doing a good job maintaining the house while fulfilling her other responsibilities.

“What kind of business are you running?” asked Alfred.

“An online fashion store,” said Eliza.

“Oh she’s on top of her game,” said Gilbert, scooping their son in his arms. “She’s earning more than me and that says a lot.”

Eliza blushed. “Omegas are thriving in these parts of the country, you know. We’re not just for bearing children anymore. They finally realised we’re worth more than that.”  

After a hearty dinner, she handed them blankets. “As you can see, the house is a bit small. We’re sorry, you’ll have to sleep on the couch.”

“The couch is okay, really,” said Arthur. “Thank you very much.”

That night, he and Alfred slept spooning. Alfred couldn’t see Arthur’s face but he could tell he was wide awake, deep in thought. Arthur tugged at his arms and pulled him closer.

In two days, they had moved to the next city. They found Alfred’s friends, Mathias and Lukas, who were more than happy to let them stay at their place.

“They’re a bunch of hippies,” Alfred whispered to Arthur.

“How’s it going, Al?” asked Mathias, who didn’t hear him. “Biochemistry career doing well? I just got the license to wed people now, you know. Just wedded a couple last week in the garden—“

Alfred wasn’t kidding when he said they were a bunch of hippies. As the night approached, their enormous house was soon filled with their hippie friends. They drank, smoked, laughed, and played eccentric music. Their carefree attitude seemed to influence Alfred and Arthur. Somehow, they felt lighter and happier.

At around three in the morning, when a lot of the guests were passed out all over the house, the two of them spread a blanket and lay on the floor. Arms wrapped around Arthur, Alfred relished the quiet moment. He didn’t want to close his eyes, a little scared that the whole trip was a dream. He wished Arthur was still there when he opened his eyes the next morning…

This trip had made him see the world in new colours. He liked the connection he made with the people they met, sharing interests and opinions. He hoped Arthur felt the same too. He was never good at talking about his feelings, always putting other people’s feelings first.

He kissed Arthur’s cheek and lips and inhaled his scent. He ran his fingers across the Omega mark on Arthur’s forearm while Arthur traced the side of his face.

“Let’s get married,” whispered Arthur.  

Alfred’s heart jolted out of his chest. He was stunned for a moment. Did he hear him right?

Arthur stared at him with his bright green eyes, expecting an answer.  

Alfred sat up, his eyes were blurring with tears, his chest tight. He embraced Arthur and peppered his face with kisses. He didn’t want to let him go. “Okay, okay, okay…”

They called on Mathias and Lukas who immediately scavenged for suits and ties, and called everyone to the garden, announcing the celebration. Mathias found a plastic tiara and put it on his head to emphasise that he was the official minister of the ceremony.

Within the next few minutes, Alfred and Arthur stood opposite each other, both of them in a black suit and tie, and exchanged vows. After all was said and done, they kissed and hugged tighter than they ever had. People cheered and threw flowers petals.

Arthur squeezed Alfred tight, his eyes glistening with tears. He’d never been happier his whole life.  

[lingq328]

Around the month of June 2019, my bestfriend suddenly chat me up and said that she want to introduce me to her friend. At that time, I was not really in the mood in looking for a boyfriend but always open to meet new friends. One thing after another, she finally confessed to me that this guy is her cousin, she and his sister want to try to set us up. But, she informed me in advanced that he was divorced, a short marriage caused by his ex wife cheat on him. I said, just as friends, sure why not.

During these time, she and his sister keep in touch finding a way to introduce us, worrying as well that he might not be open for a new relationship. Finally, on the 7th July 2019, a message pop up with a "Hi", and so how it all begins.

At first, we only chat via Whatsapp, then continue to phone calls (he doesn’t like to type), then we finally decided to meet up. During these period, I was also introduced to another guy by my cousin and he is single. But I'm not really interested with the 2nd guy. So when me and 1st guy finally decided to meet up, don't know what actually happened, but we both have cold feet at the last minute, so it was cancelled. But we do still keep in touch. And finally, we decided to really meet up. I already had feelings for him before we met, so when we finally met, my heart skips a beat. But I tried to ignore my feelings, because he was divorced, my parents are very strict and they obviously won't approve this relationship. We chat till late, we had dinner and continue to a nearby cafe for another talk. And I found myself getting more attracted to him. I keep praying to God, if he is meant for me, then He will lead the way.

After the meeting, I encourage myself to ask him out for a movie. Thats our second meeting. During these periods, we always call till late nights, talking bout life and dreams and more. During August, I was facing a huge dillema, as my mom found out that somehow I have developed feelings for him and she does not approve us, I was so stressed, crying to my bestfriend and finally we decided to make a short getaway to Singapore to clear my head.

While in Singapore, we keep in touch, and my bestfriend (who is like a sister to me), she finally asked me the big question "answer me honestly, if he say he love u, will u accept him? With all his past and everything?" Without a doubt and without thinking I said "yes" and she was so surprised. So finally I've made up my mind, I chose him and I keep praying to God, if he is meant for me, then He will lead the way.

Things began to change between me and him, getting into September, he starts to act differently, he starts to show his care, his attention and even started to ask me on my thoughts about marriage. I begin to feel weird what is wrong with this guy. Though I admit, my feelings for him do grow stronger but i keep it to myself, I don’t even have the courage to tell my bestfriend about it. She once told me, when u r ready, pray to God and say "God, if he really is meant for me, please make him say something to me." Day passes by and he started to act more strangely, more care and more attention and then 11th Sept, in the afternoon, he text me and say "u know wad, I actually want to tell u something,but later when we call" and I thought he was only going to tell me about his friend,but he text me again not to go home late that night and so I'm getting frustrated and I pray "God, please stop joking around will u? If he is really meant for me, please show me a sign and make him say something to me.." so the night comes, its our call time and I asked him what was he going to tell me, at first he keep avoiding saying that he forgot what it is, then denying and avoiding and finally after the umpteenth attempt, he finally said "so, after a lot of thinking, I really like ur personality, ur attitude. U know my past very well and yet u never judge me. U r very humble. U know that after what I went through, it is not easy for me to open up my heart again. But I have prayed to God, and I just want to say that I chose u, I chose u to be in my life, to be my partner in life and yes, I love you" and I was frozen in shock, and finally I was laughing and he is confused why I laughed and then I cried.(at that moment he might think that I'm crazy) but I was caught off guard, I didn't expect this at all. And then I told him, "u know what? I love u too.. I was laughing and crying because I just prayed to God this afternoon, if u r really meant for me then He will make u say something to me, then this happens now. I'm just so surprised." And so 12th September 2019 marked as the day when we began our Relationship.

We began the relationship behind the scene, we decided not to tell anyone yet until we are both ready. Every Tuesdays and Fridays, we went to bible study together and pray together, and finally, we confessed to my bestfriend almost a month into our relationship but we still go behind my parents back. But we keep praying to God to lead us and open our way. We keep our faith strong.

5th October 2019, early morning at 5am, in the car on our way to the airport, me and my mom are flying to Bali for my sister's wedding. She suddenly says "hey, if u r already in a relationship with the guy (1st guy), its okay, but just don't rush into things yet, introduce him to me first then to ur dad,after ur sister's wedding" and I was... "what?!" And in my head "how did she find out, what the.. how..what?" Again I was in shocked.

I guess it was early November, then me and him and my bestfriend and her husband we arranged to introduce him to my mom, and somehow my mom give her approval and tell him to come to our house next week to meet my dad and I was again in shocked. And meeting my dad was easier than I thought, everything went very well. And not long after that, we already start to talked about weddings and everything and both of our family decided to meet up on 22nd December 2019, where his brother in law represents his family to ask my parents to asked me to be their daughter in law. And after both parents happily shaking hand and everything and suddenly he drank his tea, pushes his chair and I was "where are u going?" And he got on one knee and ask my hand in marriage, an of course I said YES!

Days passes by, both our parents went along really well, they chat among one another, my parents love him very much and his parents love me very much too and we decided to have our Wedding on 29th November 2020. We have decided our venue, our vendors and even location for prewed photos and Covid-19 happens. And we are forced to postpone our wedding until 20th March 2020. I was sad and angry to God, why does this happen. I was often told, only God knows the best for us, if He postpone something then there must be a good reason behind it.

A lot of things happened in between, his relationship with his business partner getting worse, and finally they split up. And somehow, this is where God's work happen, don't know how, don't know why, somehow, with both of our parents blessing, we both decided to build a business together. Starting up a company is not easy and this happen so fast between May to August, we have to be ready with the location,office, license and many more and finally, TIS is officially operating on 20th August 2020.

Along the way, God really has open up His way for us. Before we even officially open, and the products are not even ready yet, only a few samples in hand, we already have a few strong and amazing leaders who believed in our product, our company and our system and even before we open, 500 boxes of our products have been booked. God is good, His plan is wayyyyyy beyond our plan. And with this, I thought, now I know why God made us postpone our Wedding, coz if we are starting a business and planning a wedding, I will definitely become a bridezilla.

Long story short, the moral of this story is, have Faith in Him, for only He knows what and when is best for us, for His plan is the best for us. We always grateful to God for his guidance throughout our relationship and now as a business partner as well. Have faith and do things with a good heart and God will open the way. We are so blessed and grateful to God for His blessing upon us, without Him, none of these will ever happen.

Keep praying with a clean heart, have a strong Faith in Him and Believe in Him, for what is impossible for us, is possible to God.

[harryff]

Chapter four Bellina. Part One.

The next month it was Emiliano’s birthday and there was no other place to have a large party but Ibiza. Emiliano chose the Hacienda Na Xamena to stay in. He invited a few close friends both from the celebrity world and his personal world. These days he was a mini socialite so the cameras followed him around sometimes depending on who he hangs out with. Bellina and Harry still hadn't talked only exchanging  a few words between each other, she wanted to ask him what was wrong but she knew and she wasn't going to let his ego make her feel guilty. When they arrived it was Bellina and Emiliano first followed by Harry and his friends who were invited months before the tension.

After Harry arrived, he longed to see her, but he wouldn't admit it to himself. After his much needed nap he invited everyone over to kick off the celebration. Bellina was hesitant to go if it wasn't for Emiliano threatening to pick her up and carry her over his shoulder and drop her on Harry's lap, he felt they were both being silly and they  needed to just talk about it.

They walked in Bellina trailing far behind as possible Emiliano introduced his other friends to each other Bellina stood to the side she wore white jeans and a black bandeau with black red bottoms, she picked a seat that hid her view from Harry's perspective. There she sat distracted by her phone, not paying any attention to what was going on.

Harry frustrated texted her. She had greeted him when she walked in, and completely ignored the empty space near him

Harry: could you come here please

She sighed when she saw the text this was beginning to become emotionally draining.Waiting 10 minutes she finally  approached him

“Yes?” she stood arms length away looking down at him

“Come’ere” he said grabbing her hand pulling her down to sit next to him.Immediately after there was an extremely awkward mood between the two. But bellina didn’t like that she wanted things to be ok so looking down at his hands she slinked her hand into his. She played with his rings. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. There wasn’t any conversation between them except him putting his arm around her and her playing with his rings.

As always Emiliano had to have a dance. “Darling” he said holding out his hand

“Yes” she smiled grabbing it.

“A dance shall we?”

“Yes”

The finished and stood in the middle of the room talking

“So Bell what would you get for your birthday, birthday sex or spanks?”

“Why can't you have both?” she challenged

“Oooh hmmm”

She turned to face his boyfriend “he can have both right?”

Mike nodded in response

“I just brokered for you, I want a million dollars” some people laughed

Emiliano blushed “I don't know why i didn't think about it like that”

With a sly grin she said “the question for you now is do you want your spanks by the hand, the paddle, the belt, or the whip?” she said making whipping noise

“Hmmm that's hard, what do you recommend?”

“Well the whip is like acute intense pain cuz its skinny so where it lands obviously will hurt a lot. Then the paddle and belt are in between. The hand is more personable he can squeeze, grab” she raised her brows twice “oooh massage tease hmm? sounds good right”

“You sound like you're into this” he teased

She made a face “Uh i don't know about that” she said before laughing

“Into some kink are we?” he said nudging her shoulders

“I'll never tell,”

“But you can tell me they don’t have to know”

Harry listened very carefully although they had discussed sex this was a topic they had yet to discuss.

She shook her head before saying “But did you know that there's an anatomy to spanking i found on tumblr. Tumblr is dirty”

“Oh yes you showed me, do you guys know?” he asked the room the men looked confused and shook their head “You should find out right Bell?”

“Yes you should add some spice to the relationship” she blushed

“Anyway show of hands ladies and gentleman who says daddy when fucking” Emiliano asked the room. The girls around the room sheepishly raised their hands if not their boyfriends did for them. However Bell did not.

He raised his brow “Bell are you telling a lie?”

“I don't like daddy it's just weird and my mind always goes there...” she made a disgusted face “it's just no a no go for me, might say papi even that doesn’t work, cuz i feel like daddy is like take control but like in a fun flirty way and then it's just weird cuz then it's like the voice you use shouldn't utter those words. But” she smiled

“What?” he said noticing her grin

“I prefer master?” she said unsure

Emiliano’s eyes got big “really? we are delving into the BDSM world”

Harry really started to pay attention, he instantly got hard,hand on  his crotch she was making him horny. It also wasn't helping that his friends were giving him looks “We are” she stated matter of fact

“Have you ever used it or called someone that?” he inquired

“No, no one has earned that privilege, that word is heavy just can’t be calling anyone that. Has to be someone worthy of that”

“But why do you prefer that to daddy? It's weird that’s like BDSM are you into that?”

“Not really, not like that anyway no fifty shades of grey type stuff, maybe twenty five shades of grey cutting down a bit” she laughed

“So what is it?” he smiled

“It's just that..... like when you want someone to take control you say?” she said urging him to answer “Daddy”

“Right but do you really want them to take control?” She paused  “think about it”

“Well.... i don't know” he was having a dilemma

“Master on the other hand hmmm..... implies true submission,take over cuz i want you to be in charge of my person. Does that make sense?”

He thought about it “i guess”

She turned around and talked to the group “what makes sense ladies you use daddy as the take control word but thats just take control of the situation right?” “Well it depends yea take control but when i say it i mean it in the context of ‘master’ except i might have to like guide my guy” Katie answered

“What about you?” Amanda said “Daddy does imply take control but i don't want to give my all to that person you know?” some nodded “Right so it's more so like take control for the moment, sometimes for the whole time, some men like being called daddy, am i wrong?” she asked looking for answer from the men

“I love it, it just makes me go crazy”

“You know I like daddy, but I think I would much prefer master” Niall said looking at Katie who blushed

“Harry no opinion?” she asked him

He smirked and shook his head tongue tied

She turned to face Emiliano “I just prefer master, not really BDSM but who knows”  with a devious grin on her face her fingers doing waves near her face she’s thinking

“Oh boy what is it?”

“What is the difference between true submission and complete submission?”

“Its...” He paused

“I’ll let you think about that, but enough of dirty talk let's dance shall we”

“Wait we can’t just switch gears like that” “Yes we can and we are” she said spinning around

Sometime during the night Bellina finds herself being pulled towards Harry’s room he was drunk. But not wasted.She sat down on the bed while he stood leaning against the door

“What’s up?” she asked looking at him, he had this distressed look on his face

“We need to talk” he paused “I want to change the rules, cuz its not workin’”

She shrugged in response, he ran his fingers through his hair “‘M sorry for yeh know ‘sjus’ i can’t......the rules need to change” “Why?” she asked

“‘Cause ‘m not an average boyfriend, ‘m not your average bloke! yeah?, ‘nd lets say i was a millionaire without recognition yeh would still let me get yeh gifts, it shouldn' change jus cuz ‘m well known.” “Ok so what are you saying?”  

“Im sayin’ yeh need to let me do stuff that yeh would let a regular millionaire bloke do!” he stressed

“And what's that shower me with gifts and such?”

“Yes!”

She made a face and shook her head “it's a bit much that's all im saying, i appreciate it all but it's overwhelming to me”

“I kno ‘s not like ‘m doin’ it cuz i wan’ something from you” he explained walking towards her

“I know”

“So wha’ do you say?”

“That can change” she smiled

“Now let's talk ‘bou yeh ignoring me in public” he stood in front of her with a stern look on his face

She blushed and said “No you cannot change those, we cannot act like we are together”

“I don’ wan to do tha’ but.... it drives me bloody mad! I don’ like men coming up to yeh i hate it even more when yeh ignore me.” he said pulling her up

“So what are we gonna do?” she said looking into his eyes

“ ‘M not sure but i thin’ it needs to change”

“I’m not budging Harry, sorry” she said raking his hair

At that moment her phone rang it was her mother face timing her

“Hi mom” Bellina greeted her stepping away from Harry. It wasn’t like her mother had not seen pictures of him she just wanted to give him privacy.

“Why didn't you call me?!”

“I did!” she smiled, she was lying

“No you didn’t! and where are you?”

“At the hotel mom” she said spinning around so she could see

“Are you ok?” her mom asked

“Yes are you?”

“S tha’ your mum?” Harry asked listening to the conversation “Yes” she said turning to face him

“Who is that?” her mother asked

“Harry”

“Harry?”

“Yes!” she said looking at the phone wondering why was she acting like she hadn’t mentioned him before

“I don’t know a Harry”   

She walked over to him and aimed the phone at their faces  informally introducing them “mom Harry, Harry mom”

“Nice to meet you mum” he greeted her doing his 2 finger salute

“Ooh british. What do you want from my daughter?” she questioned

He shook his head.”Not..”

She interrupted him “I'm just joking you take care of her and oh i've heard alllll about you” she said before hanging up

“Omg” she mumbled before hanging up

He started nuzzling her neck

“Time to party” she said doing silly moves moving away

“ ‘M already drunk i don’ need to party” he said pulling her close, he was silent for awhile “ ‘M sorry” he said apologizing for his behavior “I know” she said looking at him  

The next day Harry woke up the next day to an empty bed, the last thing he remembered was refusing to go back out to the party and making Bellina cuddle with him on the bed. Her fingers caressing his scalp was the last sensation he felt before falling asleep. Hearing a lot of movement he decided to wake up.  

Emiliano was expecting the girls to be ready for a shopping spree but he expected them to look their best because after all it was an event not a party the men were expected to do nothing but be ready by 6pm that evening. Bellina settled on a white mini bandage skirt with a orange off shoulder top. Her shoes and accessories were blue her hair in a low updo. Rushing into Harry’s room Bellina needed to find her wallet.

“Don’ yeh look beautiful” He said sitting up and putting his phone down.

She smiled glancing at him, “ Hey,have you seen my wallet?”

“No” he said on sitting the side of the bed watching her tear the room apart

She finally found it under his bed. “Oh yes!” she rushed into the bathroom to do a once over

Harry watched her “Yeh forgive me puddin’?”  he asked.

She giggled, at first she hated that pet name but she didn't mind it now. He gave it to her after he learned how much sweets were part of life but it interchanged from ‘pudding’ to ‘poppet’ to ‘pet’ to ‘love’

“Yes” she confirmed turning to face him

“Can I get a kiss then?” he said reaching out to her

Walking over to him she gave him a quick peck

“Tha's not a kiss luv”

“It was!” she stressed looking down at him

“I wan’ like a true kiss” he said his arms wrapped around her waist

“If it wasn't a kiss then what was it?”

“Shit! Tha’s what it was... I wan’ a kiss” he said resting his head on her chest looking up at her

“I just kissed you” she said caressing his face

Thinking quickly Harry grabbed her wallet off her hand “if yeh don't give me a true kiss yeh won' get your wallet back” he said holding it behind him

“Harry!” she fussed reaching for it

He leaned back “Kiss or yeh’ll be late” she was already pushing the time limit

She huffed before planting a kiss his lips which was followed by another thinking she was slick she tried reaching up for the wallet only to have him to stretch his arm out further,  causing them both to chuckle at their antics, coming up with another plan she went in for a deeper kiss her tongue danced with his slowly, slowly she eased up his body, she got him where she wanted him distracted. Grabbing the wallet quickly she broke away from the kiss

“Bye Harry” she said attempting to flee pushing herself off

With quick reflexes he grabbed her arm pulling her back “I wasn' done Bell” he said in a deep smooth tone with one arm draped across her back fingers spread pulling her in and the other hand on her chin. Harry hungrily attacked her lips this time it was him that had her in a trance. Kissing down her jawline to the nape of her neck to her sensitive spot behind her ears Bellina was helpless grabbing onto his arm she gasped every time he licked her neck which was followed by a moan, Harry's hand traveled down to grip  her ass. Going back for a kiss he teased her taking her bottom lip into his mouth and biting it lightly he watched as ecstasy plastered itself on her face.

“I gotta go Harry” she said when he returned to her neck trying to push herself off of him. Which only gave him motivation and he pulled her back “Harry!” she fussed

He chuckled at her antics only further attacking her neck.

As she regained her strength and focus she knew the only way to get out of this was to act silly . Abruptly she started wiggling up and down

Harry erupted in laughter which caused him to loosen his hold on her. She giggled at herself “I gotta go bye”

“Wha’ the fuck was tha’?” he asked still deep in laughter

“I don't know” she shrugged rushing out

She met up with the girls in the lobby

“You look flustered are you ok?” Katie commented

“Yes!” she stressed

“Ooooohhhh I see” Emiliano teased

“Nothing happened”

“Mhm” he sized her up

“Let's go shopping” Amanda interjected

“Finally!” Bellina said in relief  

There wasn't much Bellina got even with Harry's card she refused to buy much during their shopping spree. They took pictures which Emiliano posted on his Instagram, he posted one particular one of Bellina, with her sitting down leaning on the table legs crossed her hair a mess on her face biting her lip looking directly into the camera

“Whoa!”  Liam said showing Harry the picture

He bit his lip in reaction

“Oii! off it mate! when ‘re yeh gonna make her your girl?” Niall asked

“Soon”

“What's soon?” Niall asked

“Yeh betta secure your spot before someone else does” Jeff commented  

He shook his head thinking about this morning making it official was soon to happen.

The girls decided it was best to surprise the men that evening so instead they got ready at Emiliano's room.  

Bellina settled for a reddish orange body con dress, a midi that stopped right at her knee with an open back that stopped right at the small of her back. Her makeup was a dramatic eye and soft pink lips her hair in bouncy curls that was cascaded to the side to emphasize the back of her dress. Her shoes Giuseppe Zanotti heels and gold accessories to top it off.

“I think you should go get the men” Emiliano commented eyeing her outfit

“Why?” she asked confused

“Cuz girl if Harry didn't jump on you then? he will now! I'll tell the girls to wait for us I'll make something up go go go” he scurried her out the door

“Ok ok” she said

“Confidence ooze it!” he teased

“I will” she laughed

As all the men waited they were having a deep conversation, they didn't notice Bellina walk in

“Gentlemen” she spoke as she walked in they all instinctively turned. Their reactions were priceless although some tried to hide it out of respect for Harry

“Whoo look at yeh!” Liam commented

“Are you ready?”

“Yes!” Jeff said enthusiastically. “Finally!”, they stood up walking towards her

“Follow me” she spoke before turning around

Curse words were mumbled even by Harry.They followed her to the elevator where they stood in silence secretly stealing looks while Harry didn't care at that point who knew and who didn't she looked damn good. They followed her in silence to the elevator. As the elevator dinged indicating they had reached the lobby she spoke before stepping out “meet you at the yacht” before walking the opposite direction towards the front as they walked to the back. Her hips swayed the tight dress accentuated and enhanced her curves. She glanced back a sign of pure cockiness and indeed Harry was still watching other men stopped in their tracks to watch her walk out the door

Jeff taking him by the shoulder said “Come on mate”

Turning around Harry bit his knuckles “fuuuuck!” He exclaimed

As she got to the car she spoke to the “ladies get ready to be fucked tonight”

“Whoo!” they cheered after all it's not a birthday celebration without sex is it?

As the two cars made their way towards the port, the paparazzi were in hot pursuit this was a night anyone hiding something had to behave the pictures would be in the tabloids the next week

The women arrived before the men. They were greeted by the first mate who showed them to the dining area

“Can I get you any drinks ladies?” they ordered and waited for the men who arrived ten minutes later. They were to have dinner then set sail for the party extra people were to arrive after. Harry and Bellina sat across each other which didn't help his situation he had to keep his hand on his crotch the whole time.

After dinner the yacht set sail there was an upper deck which was turned essentially into a lounge/club. Harry sat on one of the sofas paying close attention to the men who approached her. Trying to get close and personal she maneuvered around their arms and hands which yearned to touch her skin. He loved to see her work her charm.  He wasn't going get drunk tonight, this night was a night to remember.

Emiliano grabbed her to dance saving her from the never ending line of men

Texting her he said

Harry: Could you come sit next to me for a bit pet?

When she didn't respond he noticed it was because he had her phone in his pocket she had slipped it to him before the extra guests joined. Feeling eyes on her Bellina turned around to see Harry's intense gaze. Noticing that she was looking back Harry raised his brow and smirked sending chills down her back

“Where's your boyfriend?” A stranger asked her

She challenged “What makes you think I don't have one?”

“What man would let you walk out like this without him close by?”

She shrugged

“So again my question stands”

“Do I have a boyfriend? is he an illusion? is he real? is he a place?” she said being sarcastic

Harry walked up behind them

“Oii! Harry!”

“Hello mate!” he said shaking his hand

“Yeh look good man!”

“Thank you, I need to borrow her real quick “

“Yea no problem she's great company” he flirted

She smiled before walking away with Harry

“Yes Mr. Styles how may I help you?” she said as they stopped to face each other

He ran his fingers through his hair clenching his jaw. His eyes were a dark green, he couldn't say what he wanted to say

She made a face took a step back “cat got your tongue” she teased

He had a devilish smirk

“Should I shimmy for you again?” she said wiggling which caused him to break out in laughter

“Bell come with me” Emiliano said walking up to her and grabbing her hand

“I gotta go”

He lightly dragged his hand down her back as she walked away it was electric

At the end of the night a drunk Emiliano needed to be put to bed

“Sweet dreams darling” she said to him after making sure he was alright

“Thanks” his boy friend said

“Get some dick tonight bitch!” Emiliano commented  she laughed walking away

She walked up the steps to the penthouse suite there she heard noises of lovemaking mixed with giggles.

She retired to Harry's room taking off her shoes and removing the pins of her hair she contemplated sleeping in the dress. Sitting on the bed she did her toe exercises  she was so focused  on her phone she didn't realize Harry had walked out of the bathroom.

“Bell” he called to her as he approached her

“Yes?” she said not looking up oblivious to the evil grin he held on his face

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《GOT7•JACKSON》 The Past is Better Left Behind Pt. 1 (A/T/F)

I DO NOT OWN THE GIF. CREDITS TO THE OWNER.

NOTE: One of my first ever scenario/story that i’ve ever written. you can find this story on my WATTPAD (@moonchild1x3). Since I haven’t written anything lately, I decided to just share this story on here. Hope you all enjoy!

SUMMARY: Jackson Wang, your wild and sexy boyfriend finds out you were in an abusive relationship, ommo… what to do?! Read on to find out! WARNING!!! LONG STORY + TRIGGERING MATERIALS. please DO NOT read if you are sensitive to these type of topics and if your moods can be altered easily. Thank you!

Word Count: 1245

READ: Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (End) |

“Ugh, seriously!? I’m so tired of this Y/N! I’m so tired of you always assuming things! Why can’t you ever believe me, or more like why won’t you believe me at all?!” Jackson bellowed at you.

“Why won’t I believe you Oppa?! You’re asking me why? Maybe it’s because everyday, every single day; theres always a girl clinging onto you, holding your arms, running into your embrace! I don’t care if it’s just a variety show, I don’t care that its all ‘acting,’ do you know how much I’m bothered by a girl running into your arm?” you screamed back at him.

“I know its your job, but have you ever considered what it feels like for me, what if it was me, what if a guy would run up to me and hold me tight and rub his hands on my body, what would you feel?” You crossed your arms glaring him down. No way were you going to lose this fight.

“Ahh! Y/N! I’m so tired of this nonsense, you’re right, it is my job, but thats it! It’s my JOB. JOB. J-O-B. Job. It’s all an act, at the end of the day, I still come home to you, YOU! I don’t go home to them, I come home to you, I run into your arms instead, so why do you keep picking up fights?! Are you that bored?” Jackson said looking at you, his eyes dark.

You looked down at the floor, not wanting to look into those eyes that were usually filled with love and playfulness. If only Jackson knew about why you acted the way you acted. You never told him, because you thought if he knew, he wouldn’t want to be with you. In the past, you had been in an abusive relationship. Your ex had abused you emotionally, physically, and mentally to the point where you became an emotional wreck. After leaving the dumb asshole, you had spent a lot of time rebuilding your self-esteem and learning how to love yourself. But, despite all the efforts spent to build yourself back up, the hateful comments and bullying you once suffered from still haunted you. There were days when you would wake up and feel like the shittiest person on earth, yet you still smiled, walking forward. Traumatized from all the negative things you had once received, it was hard to be with someone, especially someone like Jackson. Jackson was from the popular K-pop boy group Got7 and he was without a doubt, the most popular member. With him appearing on multiple variety shows, and with his humorous personality and drop dead gorgeous looks, it was a miracle he chose to be with someone as simple and plain as you. Of course, you were a secret girlfriend for he wasn’t able to date publicly due to his contract. Therefore, nobody except his members knew that he was dating, and that was why girls drooled and chased after him.

***FLASHBACK TO THE PAST***

When you first met him, it was at a fan-meet. Your friend Yuna was head over heel in love with Mark, another member of Got7 and had wanted you to accompany her to the fan-meet. With finals out of the way and nothing to do, you had complied and went with her. During the fan-meet, one particular member couldn’t stop staring at you. You had thought that it was due to the fact that you were the most ugliest girl there. With your long nappy hair tied up in a messy bun, and your baggy sweatshirt, you were the most unkept girl there. “I should’ve dressed up more,” you had thought. When it was time to go up for the high-touch and to talk to them, your friend had rushed to Mark, eyeing him and smiling so hard her face looked like it was about to explode. You had followed her and before you was the member who couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. “Jackson” the card name read.

“Hey, what’s a pretty lady like you doing here?” Jackson had said giving you a toothy grin. “I don’t know, maybe cuz i want to- duh,” you had replied sarcastically. What the fuck? Why am I being so rude, he was just asking a simple question!~ you thought.

“Sorry,” you mumbled immediately. “This is my first time at a fan meet. I don’t even know who you guys are, my friend is here because she wanted to eye-fuck Mark.” OH. MY. GOD. Your face turned red as you realized what you said. “Oh lord, I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to cuss!” you said mortified as Jackson laughed at you.

“Ahh, it’s okay, every girl wants a piece of Mark, thats why he’s the visual of the group,” said Jackson. “You don’t know who we are? Where have you been girrllll, we’re Got7! The hottest kpop male group right now!” he exclaimed.

“Really? The hottest?” you laughed. “I dont really listen to kpop that much so i dont know anything…”

“Well, trust me, if you listen to our songs, you’ll fall in love with us immediately. Especially me. I’m the wild and sexy member Jackson,” he smiled at you.

“Oh, I would say you’re rather dorky than wild and sexy,” you joked back.

Suddenly, the line had to keep moving, so you couldn’t talk to Jackson anymore. As the hours went on and the fan-meeting continued, you couldn’t stop thinking about your little bickering earlier with Jackson.

“Ahh, don’t tell me, has one of the members caught your eyes,” Yuna joked. “I know that look because I look like that all the time when I’m fangirling!” she laughed.

“Of course not, I’m not into any of them. I barely know anything about them and cant even tell them apart,” you scoffed. “And plus they’re IDOLS. We- well, you are a fangirl.”

“Well, just because im not famous doesnt mean i dont get a shot at getting closer to them,” Yuna cheered. She started going off on how she well she had used her seducing skills on Mark and how well Mark had paid attention, you didn’t hear a thing. The only thing you kept thinking about was Jackson.

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Finally, the fan meeting was over and as you stood up to get ready to head out, a security guard came to you to ask you to head backstage. What now? You thought. Did you do something out of line? Yuna wanted to accompany you backstage but the security guard had shooed her away like a fly. Heading backstage, Jackson was waiting for you. “I didn’t get to say goodbye properly” he blurted.

“Okay… Goodbye?” you were confused. He asked you backstage just to say goodbye? The fuck?

“I… I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me. I know this seems sudden, but I feel… I feel like theres a connection between us and I know its too soon because we’ve only just met but I know that if I don’t ask now, I’ll regret it,” Jackson told you.

“Oh…” you were at a lost for words. “Well, um, I don’t know what to say….” you stammered.

“Can I at least have your number?” he said looking at you with those puppy eyes.

“Sure, its xxx-xxx-xxxx,” you said. He typed it into his phone and looked back at you.

“Anticipate my call Y/N,” he said flashing you a smile, before walking away and leaving you all alone with your heart pumping so loud and fast it felt like you just jumped off a bridge.

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Introducing Genghis Khanmeleon (part two)

Name: Anna Beattie

Strengths: Can drive, has done adventures before, determined to cross the finish line. Doesnt drink so able to supervise unwieldy team mates. Alright at blogging and photo taking. Knows that gaffer tape, zip ties and kicking stuff fixes everything.

Weaknesses: suffers from road rage, never driven on the other side of the road abroad, doesnt know left from right, think i know mechanics but really ive just memorized some buzz words and shout them willy nilly.

Why drive a clapped out car to Mongolia?

Well after the rickshaw run i wanted to do something else. I promised myself i would do the mongol rally. Thats my selfish reason, probably not enough to push me through this whole year of fundraising and then the race. But i have another reason, the charities, which were so easy to chose. To explain why i have to tell you a story. A one of 6 months of last year and every painful day since.

On the 31st march 2016 i took my mam to hospital, we had known something was wrong for a bit but we didnt know what it was. After an examination mam was given a diagnosis of cancer. Vulva cancer to be exact, never heard of it, me either til then. Its rare and I’ll talk about it again another time but for now back to the story. After a scan we were told that it was stage 3 and there was nothing they could do but make her comfortable to the end. All this within 24 hours. This should never happen. How can it be on diagnosis that thats it, treatments are too strong and your body can’t withstand them or there is simply no cure. I remember the fear, the heartbreaking pain of that diagnosis and a million things that ran through my head. Mainly about time and how much we had. The doctors couldnt tell us, it was complicated.

After two weeks in hospital mam returned home, district nurses coming in twice a day to clean the tumour. With 3 weeks we couldn’t manage. The family was exhausted, mam was is constant agony, we couldn't provide the care she needed and i was so afraid that everyday was her last as i could see her getting weaker. The district nurses suggested that we go to the hospice for pain management but i knew that look. The look that said they didnt expect to see her again.

We went to the hospice not sure what to expect. We had had so many bad experiences with hospitals. Mam initially went for 2 weeks to get her pain under control. I remember being on pins waiting for them saying it was time to leave, knowing i couldnt manage to give mam the care she needed. The hospice was a warm, welcoming place, where laughter was heard through the corridors. Doctors, nurses, health cares learnt our names, our sense of humour and of course milo our dog.

To my surprise mam improved; infection reduces, pain managed as well as a lot of other symptoms. I could relax. I could sleep. I still lived with the phone on loud by my ear incase i got the call but i knew mam was well cared for. She got a social worker, they recognised the need for specialist care mam need and the support we as a family required. Mam needed nursing care.

Whilst it was found we set about making memories. Amazing, heart warming, wonderful memories. Mam still suffered with pain, she struggled with her mobility but she pushed through and was good humoured. We laughed in cancers face. Mam decided she wanted to do the race for life and raised just short of £3,000. She was so proud and i was so proud of her. I spent all the time i could with her, talking, laughing, watching TV and being as normal as we could. The hospice became a second home, always feeling at ease and within a family. They didnt just care for mam but for the family too. There was always someone there to explain how things were going with mam, to listen to my fears and mop up my tears. They even ordered me to take a break, fearing i would burn out trying to make sure mam was never on her own. I was offered alternative therapy to help me relax and to off load some of the pain that was ever present within my heart knowing i couldnt change what was happening. That there was no stopping the cancer that continued to spread and breakdown mams tissue.

Mam went to nursing care. And i wont say a lot about it but it was not the care we had become accustomed to at the hospice.

When it became obvious that mam was in end of life care we managed to get her back to the hospice. She knew and was relieved to be there. She was given the most amazing last few days. Mam had told me she wasnt scared of the end, just the pain that the cancer would cause. The hospice made sure that mam didnt suffer, she wasnt awake much due to the meds she needed but they always spoke to her like an old friend when they came to check her.

We were able to stay with her 24 hours a day, given a family room so we could take it in turns to sleep and be with her. We also had a blessing for mam to tell her how much we loved her. Family and friends gathered for a little service. When mam roused later that day i asked if she knew we had all been there. She nodded. I asked if she knew that we all loved her and she said ‘i know’. They were the last words she ever spoke. Thats a debt i will never be able to repay to the hospice, the most beautiful thing i had or will hear.

Mam passed away on 10th October. Me, my brother, Andy and milo by her side.

The hospice guided us through those initial few hours but there care didnt stop there. The chaplin we had got to know so well did the funeral service. Personal and perfect. Shes also just help us scatter mams ashes.

I didnt do well when mam passed away. I didnt know what to do any more. I was lost. The hospice provided counselling and support. I still am welcomed warmly by all the staff when i see them. Its comforting to know we were never just a number. That mam meant something to them. That they still care.

Mam was my best friend. She wasnt perfect but the perfect mam for me and my brother. She was funny, creative, loving, supportive and so practical. She was mammy b to so many people. A taker in of waifes and strays. Cancer robbed me of her. Not just me but she was taken from her dad, brothers and sister, her friends, nieces and nephews and cousins. Thats the things with cancer is it just doesnt affect the person it affects everyone around them.

So i want to do this because no one should be told on day one that there is nothing that can be done. Cancer research do amazing work trying to find a cure, raising awareness, developing treatments that are more gentle on the person.

Eden valley hospice are there for those who reach the end of their life. Who need specialist care and for their family. You never know when you might need them or a hospice near you. Like I’ve said i owe them so much for the care they provided mam and me. I truely believe thay they bought us a few extra months with mam to maake our memories ans say our goodbyes.

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Free Writing

I feel sick. On friday i came home dizzy feeling like I was dead walking and passed out sleeping for most of the night into the day. I woke up sunday feeling a lot better but as i tried to eat my body was not having it. Even now I can’t stomach too much but apples and even then that is pushing it. i feel like at any second i will puke but It’s a faint sensation. I had two dreams that had me startled and put a slight cloud on my day until i forced the thoughts away. The first was strange and happened about 2 days ago. i was in an apartment listening to a friend of mine talk about his life. I was trying my best to fight trying to have sex with him and failing. even going so far as to entering the bathroom with him. ugh. i was pretty upset at myself in my dream cause I watched myself do it but in my head I was like ‘why are you doing this. don’t do it’. so anyway I have a pair of headphones on connected to like a walkkie talkie and I hear my ex’s voice on the other end. he’s talking about old money business and i click the talk end and ask him to repeat it. He is shocked and he says ‘your voice is too much right now’ and I apologize and ask him to repeat it. he starts to cry and i can hear the emotion and I look up feeling his pain. It was strange because I didn’t really care too much about the situation. I feel like I already moved on from him a long time ago and I didn’t regret my decision at all but haring the pain and emotion in his voice was too much. the dream ends and its a shallow dream so i know im near to akinng up. I carried that with me for the majority of the morning and it bothered me because i feel like i am being punnihsed for how the relationship went. I dragged it on for longer then it needed to be. wayyy longer and I still look back now and regret it but I’m learning to move past it and not dwell too much on it. I eventually was brave enough to face being alone and potentially being unloved so there is that. The other dream happened today. jesus had a weir dtanget and left a silly conversation we were having. i think he really just wanted to step away from me and i was actually pretty okay with it. I feel when we talk too much it puts a strain on our friendship. i wanna-say relationship but...I don’t like that. Inn my head im much more happy seeing it as a friendship because that means its safe. i almost don’t give myself any reason to be jealous  about others and i can give him my love in friendship and that is much more better for me. but some things he said got to me. He was talking about how dull and boring my life would be without him and at first i just joked about it but now I’m startting to see his point. Would i have been exposed to music without him? not as intense bth.My obsession with music and desire to persue it in some shape or form was inspiredby him and who he pointed out to me. I covet his songs so much. They are like staples for me and i dunno im actually listening to one of his songs now (let ‘em know by bryson tiller). So now that he has done his typical thing pretending to be upset and leaving “for couple of days” I have time to think. Its also venus retrograde whihc is like time to revisit and reassess how I see love, how i want to be loved and how I love others. also how my relationships look like and if there is a need for change. This is a simplistic view but its my understanding of it. So I know his venus is in Leo. which lmao is very fitting. hmm sometimes i wonder if I need to slow down with my thoughts of him. I am fascinated by him, pused by him, fired up by him, irritated, annoyed, and some feelings that i cant or wont name. So where does that leave me? Sometimes in my head i’ll call him allan and that makes me pause. Am i waiting for a saviour again? if i am i need to step back and realize that that only ends in pain and dissapointed hope. My last relationship i leanre da lot but it was under duress. it was painful and like forced me out of my caccoon under his hand and i felt so constrained as i tried to heal. it was too much for me and he never did understand me. Now that i’m just feeling jesus out I now see i see him as a saviour and i’m torn bewteen seeing him as one and being okay with it. is it so bad to have friends as liferafts? but at the smame time i dont think he should be treated like one :/ idk its weird though things have been feeling so surreal to me. watching my hands type and literally giving form to my words is unsettling to me. I feel like something is happening to me and i’m scared that its something bad. i don’t rmember being so sick before. in 3 years i only ever experieneced slight sniffles and here i am full blown sick and shit. i’m worried for myself and my body.I ask for michael’s healing and proetction. I am in a strange place and I wonder what will become of all of this. I feel so out of place. maybe its the books i have been reading too. When i read i somtimes carry bits of it into my life. i wake up in this world slightly disjointed and off. I finished reading parable of the talents and that left me shook. i have oto write a book review for that but ive been avoiding it for some reason? anyway I’m a lil way halfway trough lilith’s brood and I find the book fascinating and also scary in a way. i’m not scraed perse about the alients. or maybe i am idk. I’m more scared of the future where women and children will be vulnerable. why is it that males resourt to being bullies again once oscieties are gone? why sare they the most dnagerous? i mean even now they still are and its wrapped up in laws, decorms etc but in a dystopian futuere? terrifying. I couldnt be like Olomina and dress like a man because I am too fullfigured and womenly to pass. i am worried for myself. I just want to be free....i dunno what is going on with me? I ffeel like im drifting in and out of reality and things feel dreamy. I had a thought about my empathy and pisces power and like...maybe all my empathy is for books? thats when i feel so misty and out of it after reading ike my mind really led me away. im happy im reading again at least. it unsettles me that i am becoming  a women. I am entranced with myself seeing the curves, my skin and body seeing how beautiful it is but also seeing how dangerous it is to me and my life. How many times will people punish me for how i look? men mostly. and i dont mind suing what power i apparently have over them but its like i know it will be used aaginst me soon. i never feel wrong for knowing that my body is beautiful. I know it is and i know i am beautiful and a creature many may want to touch and have. I am growing into it and i feel like a flower that is maturing before peoples eyes and im afraid. i know fear is bad so let me say mor elike it unsetles me. but with chnage comes growth and i feel like because of my freeizing myself as i unthaw and turn into who i was supposed to be i am going to blossom very quick. its also weird too because as I say i want this this and this in my body over time i gain that. i was so e skinny and i wished to be thicker and now here i am getting thicker and i know if i atemore id be even thikcer and yet my stomach has not changedd and actually has remained smaller then it as before? i am also finally looking pretty. i felt like such an ugly child and now i wonder if its not that im being graced with it now but that i am seeing it in myself. i know i have eyes that can trap people. I actually look away to make them feel comfortable because if i stare too long at eople they either get caught up in my face (men especially) or they paue for a second.. idk. i feel like im changing t into something that ahs power that i am not comfortble handling;. or am i just being dramatic? the voice in my head is soft and quiet and that is the true me. I have to protect her because thhis world wants to hurt her and she is too good for it. that sounds weird.. But i know i have to keep this shell around me because peope see weakness and want to go for it/. when i gaine dback my sag and leo self i have used it like a shield against people and emotions. only a few know about my soter side/. jesus nampende and allan do. allan has used it and used it agains me to quiet myself, jesus looks down on it and i think nampende is the only one who sees it and sympathzes with it. alone i am soft and always ondering. when im with peoplei am dynamic lughing being wild and having fun. i know that that needs to be my face to protect me. these days i feel like i need to make a descion.  I dont know when and what i need to decide on but i know something will happen soon in my life. something big. idk.maybe its the new moon in virgo? or maybe its just me. im usually okay with momnets of confusion but coupled with this sickness and weird feeling im worried. i had my period so im worired im pregnant but....idk.anywasy on a more shallower side im getting my hair done and im trying to get a new phone. i know its mostyly because i wanna just fuck show people i actually am cute asf? for some reason i cna never capture how beauiful i am in pictures. maybe its the dymanicness of my face. idk i mosty want jesus to se it i think he thinks im ugy af and im like not??? if he saw me in person i dont think he would be saying and talking to me the ay he does. but i cant help things and tb its better that way. if i eve rsee him it will be a good suprise for me when i smirk at him like boyyyy you don fucked up;. anywyas im being etty and yes my exercises ha and will be fueled with this drema in mind veen tho i know it may not actually happen nor go the way i want ti to go. ughh sometimes i forget that im 23 and dont need to have it ll figured out. like thast not un expuse but i always be putting so much pressure on myself to know so much and catch up because i froze so much of myself. i know my body ma=eant well with how it chose to protect me but sis, i suffer lol.I am trying my best to just do my best. I feel tested and tested constantly but i guess with trying to be a better person and working on yourself. oh wait. PLUTO. i remmeber asking pluto a month ago to reveal all my bad shit a lotttt over the course of a month and sicne its a slow moving planet its prob now just hitting me. yikes. well if i cna make it through this then i really will be rdy for anything. so much pressure and stimulation i know i can survive but damn i need a break and shit.well i have tomorrow off so im probgonna chill and dhit. i have a meeting with some witches and other femmes in about an hour so lmao idk man im just trying my best. I hoope the universe sees that im trying because awd jesus i am. I love myself through this no matter what. the feeling that im gonna die is creeping up again its so strange i hvent felt this oh...its probably just anxiety over this sickess. ugdwheteriutuieyte45465hthrethuwt im gonna stop lol this has been too long already (peep the change in tone thast my sag self shining through)