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[kurthorton-moving]

Its 4:30 this is due at midnight lets go

[cafedanslanuit]

[ k i n k t o b e r ]  d a y   10    -   masterlist

↪ character: takami keigo / hawks [boku no hero academia]

↪ tags/warnings: +18, female!reader, praise kink (giving and receiving), mentions of scars, manga spoilers, a bit of angst but also sweet moments.

↪ a/n: set after the war arc in the bnha manga, so spoilers up to 271.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Keigo whispered against your lips before he kissed you hungrily. The fact that the first thing he saw when he got home after a particularly long day was his girlfriend dressed in black lingerie waiting for him had him seeing stars.

You chuckled in between the kiss, but let him push you on the bed as he kicked off his shoes. His jacket followed right after, your hand immediately caressing his arms. You hummed contently when you felt his muscles twitch under your hand.

"Long day, baby?" you asked, helping him take off his shirt.

"Longest ever," he groaned. He pulled away from you to take off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. His pants followed soon after and your legs immediately parted, making space for him to settle between them.

"Look at you, babe," he breathed out, his hips bucking against yours. "You're so goddamn beautiful. How did I get so lucky to have you waiting for me in these?" he asked, his fingers caressing the fabric of your bra. "You look so fucking delicious," he grunted, leaving a trail of kisses from your neck to your shoulder.

"You're not so bad yourself," you teased him, squeezing his biceps, to which he just laughed. You closed your eyes for a second and basked in the sound of his warm laughter.

"Maybe," he said, propping himself up and taking a look at your entire body. "But I can't compete with that. You're gonna make me lose my mind over the memory of you in this lingerie. Fuck, it's like you're doing these a favour," he exhaled, grabbing them hem of your underwear and snapping it against your skin playfully. "Makes me want to take care of every single part of your body,” he said, looking straight into your eyes.

He started leaving small kisses on your neck and your hands travel to his hair, ruffling it a bit and smiling. In a quick movement, you pushed him on the bed and straddled him. The absence of his wings made it no longer uncomfortable for him to be in that position. You held his head with your hands and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“What about you, my favourite birdman?” you said, looking at him tenderly. “You’ve worked so much today-- hell, you’re always working so hard,” you sighed, caressing his scarred cheek with your thumb.

“Doesn’t matter if you’re waiting for me at home,” he argued, but you put your index finger on top of his lips, silencing him.

“Shhh, no. Tonight is about you. I want to spoil my perfect boyfriend. My perfect, loving boyfriend with the most beautiful golden eyes I’ve ever seen,” you smiled. “My perfect boyfriend and his hair, always looking amazing even after a long flight. My perfect boyfriend with his beautiful face,” you sighed, kissing the scar on his cheek. “You work so much and always come home so tired, yet you always ask how my day was.”

Your hands travelled down to his shoulders and rubbed them with care, your fingers taking their time to knead the knots that were formed there, preventing him to relax fully.

“I got you now, baby. You’re mine and I’m yours, right?”

Hawks nodded and you kissed him again, your tongue stroking his bottom lip as he opened his mouth for you. The kiss was slow and sensual, your bodies flushing together as he held you by your waist firmly.

“I’m so in love with you,” you whispered against his lips, feeling your heart flutter like the first time you kissed him. “You’re so beautiful. You’re so kind. You’re such a good person.”

“I’m definitely not a good person,” he huffed, stroking your sides softly.

“You are,” you said firmly. “I know what you’re thinking and please, don’t. I know you’ve done some bad things in the past, but that doesn’t mean you’re a bad person. The Commission may have taught you a blotched version of this society, but you’ve seen the truth now. And even when you didn’t, you still were kind. You always tried to help out and do whatever you thought was the right thing to do. And I will always love you for that precious heart of yours that only wants what’s best for everyone. Even when it may not be the best thing for you.”

You stroked his chest softly, and took a deep breath.

“Even after losing a part of yourself,” you whispered, remembering the crimson wings that used to be sprawled underneath him. “You still go out there and try to do your best for everyone. And then, you come home to me. No, I’m sorry,” you corrected yourself with a chuckle. “You come back and create a home with me. So yeah,” you shrugged with a smile. “I’m in love with who you are, Takami Keigo.”

Remembering your earlier intentions, you began leaving small kisses on his neck and then lowered to his chest. You took your time in covering his entire skin with kisses, your hands caressing and squeezing his arms softly as you took care of the man underneath you. You whispered more praises and words of love to your boyfriend as you trailed down to his abs, your mouth watering a bit at the sight of his toned muscles. You pressed a small kiss right under his belly button and giggled when you felt him trembling under your touch.

“Hmm, you like that, baby?” you asked, looking up. As soon as you saw his face, your smile disappeared completely.

He was crying.

You quickly crawled back to his face, your eyes filled with worry as you saw the tears falling from the corners of his eyes.

“Keigo, what’s wrong?” you said, cupping his head and wiping his tears with your thumb. “Baby, did something happen today?”

He shook his head, but the tears didn’t seem to stop. Keigo gently pushed you to the side and sat up on the bed, rubbing his face with his hands, trying to control himself. You crawled to his side and kneeled beside him, scared about his current state. The image of your boyfriend crying on his underwear made your heart clench in pain, even more when you didn’t know what was happening.

“Talk to me, please,” you whispered, pressing a kiss on his shoulder. He turned and looked at you, his face damp as he was unable to stop crying.

Keigo pulled you closer in a tight hug and buried his head on your chest. Your arms quickly embraced him, stroking his back softly, trying to comfort him the best way you could. You gently caressed his hair, doubting whether it was a good idea to ask again what was going on.

“Please don’t ever leave me,” he muttered in a broken voice.

“Leave? I won’t leave you,” you assured him, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“No, no. I--” he started, but fell silent again. You felt his back rising as he took a deep breath before talking again. “What you said. Just took me off guard, I guess,” he sniffled, his arms still around your waist.

You immediately recalled the previous compliments and love promises you had made just moments ago. Even though you thought it was obvious how much in love you were with him, it seemed this was the first time he had taken your comments seriously. Your heart broke at the idea he had been so appalled by your loving words, his emotions had taken the best of him and he didn’t know how to handle it.

“You are the best man I’ve ever known and I’m hopelessly in love with you, Keigo. Leaving you would be my worst nightmare,” you promised, kissing the top of his head. “I will always be by your side. Always.” You felt him nod against your chest, and the tears followed soon after once more.

That night, when you both finally decided to sleep, you made sure to hug him a little tighter, promising to yourself that from that moment on, you would do everything in your power to fill the rest of his days with all the love he deserved.

[bbaronpiper]

Excess baggage

Hi guys! I dunno if it’s fluff or not but it’s supposed to be fluff. lol. 

2, 14, 19, 32, 43, 44, 92 (they don’t have to be all in one like you could divide them see which work together and write like more than 1 stories with any of theseee pls and thank you💞💞)

this is for 44. Twirling a strand of their hair - but I changed it to twirl a strand of his hair and 92. “Where’s your adventurous spirit?!”

 gif not mine. credits to the owner. :)

Arón x reader

You’re staring at your newly bought thong with tears streaming down your face contemplating whether to throw it away or not like what you’ve done with some of your clothes too.  You’re currently sitting on the floor of Italy’s airport due to excess baggage. You’ve tried plenty of times and threw away what felt like most of your things but still cannot get through. Until you’ve heard footsteps approaching. You looked up and saw a tall man wearing a hoodie with sunglasses on. He seemed familiar but you just didn’t know where you saw him. He took off his glasses once he reached you and spoke.

“Hola, I have an excess space on my baggage for your coat” he simply said. He looked so calm and reserved. “also, I’m not a thief nor a perv who’s trying to get in your pants. Just wanna help” he half smiled.

You wiped away your tears and thought about it for a minute before looking back down on your coat and throwing it on the trash bin beside you. You have trust issues, yes, but after all, you’re in a different country away from home, alone with a stranger hovering over you.

“Arón” he simply said again and extended his hand for you to shake. “C’mon your coat looks expensive” You had doubts but took it anyways. “Y/N… Bought it on a thrift shop for half the price though” you said and smiled a little. You then handed him some of your clothes including the thong you threw away earlier. You don’t often hand your underwear to random people but you’re just tired and desperate to go back home to Spain. Besides, he didn’t seem to mind when he grabbed it from you and put it inside his luggage with a straight face on.

Finally, you both got through and proceed to the boarding gate, you looked at each other while walking and smiled.

“Gracias”                  

“De nada” he returned a smile before looking away from you. This man is simply a man of few words you thought to yourself.

The flight back to Spain was quiet. You shared a simple conversation like where you’re from, what you do, names of your siblings and so on. Then you discovered why he looked so familiar. He was an actor but you didn’t treat him any different since he seems like a down to earth person. At some point you fell asleep on his shoulder and he just let you. He was awake the whole time though. After a few hours, he woke you up saying to get ready as you guys just landed on Spain.

While waiting for your baggage you asked him if he wanted to get some merienda (snack) with you as a thank you gesture in return for what he did for you in which he gladly said yes. You both ended up in a nearby restaurant which served beers as well. Being the alcoholic he is and the broken- hearted that you are, you both up ended up getting a bit drunk. He loosened up a bit now, He’s more talkative than when you met him few hours ago and he smiled more now showing the little gap on his front teeth which you find cute to be honest.

“I really liked your tattoo, says a lot about you” he said referring to the tattoos on each of your wrists. It was the creation of Adam tattoo. You really loved it too, being an art graduate, you looked at it as a masterpiece.

“How about you? do you have more besides the ones on your arms?”

“Yeah, here” he pointed on his collar bone.

“Can I see?” you innocently asked. You didn’t realized what you asked him to do until he smirked and lifted his shirt up until his neck revealing his sun and moon tattoo on his collar bone. Damn this boy, he should’ve moved his shirt on the side but no, he had to remove his shirt but you ain’t complaining though. You stared at it absent mindedly more than you should have, not to mention the stare you gave down his abs. You were snapped out of your eye fucking moment when he pulled down his shirt.

He cleared his throat and put a finger on his lips to stop himself from laughing at the sight of you.

“yep. It’s nice” tearing your gaze away from him embarrassed that he caught you staring.

“My abs orrr….?” He trailed off, teasing you completely laughing now.

“Damn you! the tattoo of course!” you said your face turning hot red now.  “My ex has better abs than you!” you mocked. Your asshole of an ex, yes. You never told Arón what happened nor why were you in Italy. He doesn’t care. you were strangers after all. But damn this alcohol, made you vulnerable and emotional. You ended up telling him every detail as to what happened and he just sat there with his straight face on and a blush on his cheeks from the alcohol he just drunk.

You went to Italy to go surprise your boyfriend of 8 years. You were so excited you even bought new lingerie. He moved there from Spain for work and you haven’t seen him in almost a year. When he broke the news to you saying his boss wanted him to extend 2 more years, that’s when you decided to go and visit him. Fuck. You even thought of moving in Italy for good. But the jokes on you, ‘cos he has a better surprise. You found out that he’s been with someone else already. He was cheating on you.

“I don’t love you anymore, you may go. that’s what he told me” You sniffed. “We’ve been together for eight years but he just ended us with eight fucking words too!” you were crying now while he just continued to stare and listen to you with a little to no emotion at all. “Don’t you think I deserve a second chance with him? ” you grabbed your glass of beer and chugged it all at once.

“He doesn’t love you anymore” he repeated to you. “what else is there to explain?” he shrugged.

“Yeah. But eight years? Just like that? don’t I deserve at least an explanation?” You fought back.

“If he did explain, would it change anything?” he questioned you looking a bit sad.  “Bottom line is, He. Doesn’t. love. You. Anymore.” He repeated and emphasized each word.

You looked at him, still crying. “Gilipollas! Are we close? Are we even friends?! Joder! You’re rude!” he was right but you can’t deny the fact that it went straight to your heart.

He burst out laughing and you laughed along with him. Damn this alcohol you are now both into a roller coaster ride of emotions. His concerned eyes were replaced with a happy one. He just got an idea to go to the beach. He told you that people trying to move on often go somewhere far away from home where nothing could remind them of their ex. You being a dumbass and drunk. You said yes ignoring the fact that you just met him. But somehow, being with him was a relief. Yeah, he made unsolicited comments about your life and looks at you with no emotion most of the time and probably thinks you’re stupid for crying over this goddamn ex of yours this whole time but he makes a good company. He’s a listener, a gentleman and hasn’t taken advantage of you despite your current state.

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You woke up with the sun almost blinding you from the bus window. You closed the curtains and looked on your left side and saw Arón’s head on your shoulder. His curls are now growing back and it looked so soft you suddenly felt the urge to twirl a strand of his hair with your index finger. It is indeed soft. You kept on twirling it until he moved a little. He then completely lifted his head up from your shoulders and looked at you.

“Where are we, bonita?” he asked while rubbing his eye. You blushed a little hearing him say bonita

“Italy”

“Fuck, No!” he straighten up on his seat and looked around.

You laughed at him and hit him softly on his perfectly toned stomach you’ve been eyeing all night. “Can’t believe you fell for that, dumbass. We’re on our way to Marbella. This is your idea, remember?”

“Oh, si!” scratching the back of his head. “well, I may not look like it but I’m a bit gullible” he laughed playing along with you.

You turned your head in front of you and saw a movie playing, you watched it for a few seconds before your face fell. Arón noticed this of course.

“Ahora, que?” he asked.

“The movie playing reminded me of him. We watched it on our first date.” you weren’t going to cry. You were tired of that but the sadness was evident in your face.

“Everything really remind you of him, huh?” Arón stated. There it is again, his damn comments.

“I have an idea! Every time I’m gonna mention him, I’ll give you one euro!” you stated excitedly but he looked back at you with a raised eyebrow. “what? It worked for my best friend!”

“Yeah okay, but one euro? What are we? 10 year olds? Make it one thousand euro.” He smirked.

“Cabron! One thousand euro your face!” you spat back

“fine, five hundred?” he fought back

“10 euro!” you laughed

“Wooww! Ten?! four hundred?” he laughed while mocking you.

“fifty euro!! Take it or leave it!” you stick your tongue out at him

“one hundred euro! C’mon! with this, you wouldn’t even dare to say his name!”

“fine! Deal! One hundred!” you then shook his hand. He smiled brightly at you knowing he won.

“So what are you gonna do with the millions of money you’ll save from this? Why don’t you just buy yourself a man” Arón joked

“Ijo de puta!” you spat at him.

“Damn, you really cursed a lot for a girl!” he laughed again.

“Shut up! I’m not like that!” you knew he was joking so you just laughed along. “I’ll just donate it to a charity. You know, the one where they support women, who were hurt and abused by their fucking exes, like my fucking ex! specially my fucking ex! Fuck my ex I hope he get what he deserved. That fucking assho—” you cut yourself as you saw Arón’s smile appearing on his lips and giving you the look. You both smiled and he then held his palm at you. you slapped it away.

“Arón! We’re not on yet!” you said laughing your ass off

“No, we had a deal already!” he smiled happily at you when he heard you mumble a curse and get your wallet and hand him the money. “Yes, I’ll be rich!” he mumbled.

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After an eternity, you finally arrived in Marbella. You stretched your arms and body as soon as you got off the bus. Arón did the same while walking around the bus to get your baggage.

“Arón, thank you for this” you looked up at him and noticed how his hair is a bit shuffled, his plump lips and his brown colored eyes that shines through the sunlight.

“What do you mean by thanks for this? It’s not for free you know?” he looked back at you and hand you your baggage. You smiled at how you two became closer with just almost a day together. You’re just happy to be with him you start to feel like you knew him your whole life. The awkwardness was now gone.

“Sure! But just not my body! It’s expensive, you can’t afford it!” you played along.

“Damn! Too bad” he mumbled. Obviously, that was a joke right? But just to be sure so you looked at him with raised eyebrow and crossed arms. “god, I’m just kidding Y/N!” he winked and raise his hands up in defense.

The path from the parking lot to the hotel was a challenge, the wheels of your suitcases kept on sinking onto the sand. Take note, you have 2 suitcases and 1 shoulder bag. Arón, being the gentleman he is, offered some help but you insist that you can manage on your own. Damn this boy who decided to tease you again.  He walked up in front of you and lifted his baggage with one hand.

“it’s heavy, no?” he was smiling like an idiot.

“yeah, it is but I can manage” you lifted both of your baggage with each arm as Arón walks further away from you.

“you can, but you’re slooooow” Arón teased more.

“but I can” you spat back. He then walked further away until he disappeared on your sight. After 10 mins of struggling, you finally reached the hotel’s entrance. you then rolled your suitcases until the front desk, wiping away the sweat on your forehead and took a deep breath. Arón was on the side with his right foot over his left and his elbow leaning on the handle of his suitcase. Of course, he still has that goofy smile on his face watching your every action. He hands you a bottle of water. You smiled and blush on how thoughtful he is.

“oh, you made it!” he said while looking on the watch in his wrist.

“I managed! slowly but surely” you winked at him. At some point you thought that you both aren’t talking about the suitcases at all. You know that the whole interaction has a hidden meaning to it. you were both referring to your process of moving on. It’s too heavy for your heart but you can manage as time goes on. Slowly but surely.

You are now settled on your room. You trust Arón enough to stay in a room with him but of course you got the room with two beds. Not that you didn’t want to sleep beside him but it’s the right choice. You sat on your bed while cracking your neck and massaging your shoulders. You heard Arón laugh from across the room.

“you brat! That’s what you get for being so stubborn!” this man loves to make fun of you didn’t he. “let’s go get a massage!” he walked towards you in one swift and grabbed your hand. It happened all so fast you didn’t get the chance to protest. Not that you will. You mean, the feeling of his hand on yours is magical. You felt butterflies on your stomach as well. The feeling you haven’t felt in a while. You walked towards the spa with him in front of you absent mindedly. All you did was to look at your fingers intertwined with his.

“two full body massage please” Arón said to the woman on the front desk.

“couple’s room, sir?” the girl asked staring at Arón. She definitely recognized him, she was biting her lips and eye fucking the man in front of her.

“nahh. We’re not a couple” you smiled at her. “I don’t want him to peek at me naked!” you nugged Arón on the side.

“Wow, Y/N! me?” he pointed on his chest. “you were the one staring at my abs, remember when I showed you my tattoo?!” he nugged you back.

“You wish! I was looking at your collar bone!” you said suppressing a laugh

“my tattoo is here!” he pointed on his collar bone. “you were looking down here!” he then pointed on his abs. winking at you.

“First of all, asshole, you don’t have abs! you’re stomach is bloated!” you laughed loudly. The lady on the front desk started to laugh too. “C’mon, Arón, show her your non-existing abs” you said referring to the lady in front of you.

Arón then smile shyly, he refused to show it but you urged him. “Do it!” laughing more than ever. He protested but lifted up his shirt so fast and pulled it down right away. Showing just a glimpse of his stomach. “There! Happy?!” he was blushing and smiling happily. He looked so cute, his dimples are showing.

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You must’ve fallen asleep through out the whole massage session as you felt someone poke on your cheeks. You opened you eyes to see Arón’s face close to yours.

“Morning bonita, get up! I have something to show you”

You put on your clothes and got out of the room. Only for Arón to take your hands on his again and drag you out to the beach. When you said drag, you meant like literally drag. He was walking so fast you almost stumble.

“Y/N! take huge steps! C’mon the sun is setting!” he said excitedly. The fuck is wrong with this man? “This is the best I can do, bruh!” he laughed and looked back at you. you were surprised when he stopped walking and bent down a little only to scoop you up on his arms. “Aróoonnn! Put me down!!” you giggled but wrapped your arms around him afraid you’ll physically fall. Not that you aren’t falling for him emotionally though.  He almost ran across the beach with you on his arms, he stopped when he reached a huge rock. He put you down, the smile you had on your lips slowly faded away as soon as the feeling of his skin against yours disappeared.

To cut the story short, he wanted to climb that huge rock. You just looked at him in disbelief.

“You’re fucking crazy, dude!”

“Where’s your adventurous spirit, Y/N!” he challenged you.

After multiple exchange of curses and a lot of convincing, you both decided to do it. you mean, how can you say no to this gorgeous man. If you’re gonna fall and hit your head on the rock and bleed to death then at least you got to do it with Arón. You would thank him even. besides, he promised not to let that happen. And he sure did, as you were now on the top of the huge rock.

The view of the sun setting across the horizon and the sound of the waves crashing against the rock made it all worth it. you closed your eyes as you felt the wind blow softly against your skin, enjoying the moment. You felt Arón hugged you from behind. He placed a kiss on your shoulder before placing his chin on it.  you held his arms and smiled

“Let it all out, bonita” he said softly close to your ears. That’s when it starts to hit you. The heaviness on your chest starts to resurface. You felt your tears form on your eyes again. You tried to stop it by keeping your eyes tightly closed but somehow it still escaped from your eyes. “It’s okay Y/N, scream, cry, let it out, it’ll make you feel better” his voice was so soothing. You did what you were told. You screamed it all out. You screamed all the pain you had inside you, all the disappointment, all the crushed plans you had with your ex, everything. You felt your body trembles from all the screaming and crying but Arón held you tightly keeping you from collapsing.

You were breathing heavily now, you turned around to face Arón and hugged him tightly as you cried on his chest. He returned the hug and rubbed your back to soothe you while whispering things like “sshh it’s okay Y’N” “You’ll get through this” “I’m here Y/N” and it did calm you. You pulled your head back and looked in his eyes as he stared back down at you.

“Gracias, this means a lot to me Arón.” You half smiled at him. He wiped away the tears streaming down your cheeks with both of his hands and holding it after. “No lo menciones, it’s my pleasure” he reassured you. He held you close, nudging you a little. You’re still crying but you managed to give him a small laugh. Letting him know it really helped you emotionally. You felt your emotional baggage became lighter. You knew it was too soon, but the butterflies on your stomach doesn’t wanna leave you alone. You felt yourself falling for this man, you mean, who wouldn’t. right?  

You pulled away from each other but decided to stay a while longer. You sat beside each other closely as the sun completely set right in front of your eyes.

“How do you forget someone?” you asked breaking the silence still looking at the sky

“Que?” he cleared his throat. “Umm, I don’t know. For me, I just woke up and she’s gone. I forgot all about her.” Arón said his eyes focused straight ahead.

“How long did it take you?”

He shrugged. “I dunno, A long time. I guess”

“6 months? 1 year? 2 years..3…4…5 ..?” you trailed off

“Does it matter? What’s important is that I forgot” he simply said “in your case, it might take 10 years” he bit his lips trying not to laugh

“Noooo!! Take it back, Arón!” you laughed nudging him with your shoulders. “I don’t think soo..” you added

“I dunno. All I know is that it all depends on you” he pursed his lips into a thin line before speaking again. “you can drink every night to forget. You can cry your heart out, you can go on dates with random people. It’s really up to you.” he paused “orrr you can find a new love” he smiled.

You snapped your head towards him and he did too. “you know as my man, F. Scott Fitzgerald once said” he smiled, his eyes glistening as the moonlight shines across it. 

“There are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice”

You both stared at each other for a while before you snapped and put your head on his shoulder, he then wrapped his arms around you. It was silent, no one dared to say a single word but it was good kind of silence. The one you wouldn’t trade for anything else.

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That’s it guys, sorry it’s a bit longer than I usually write. also, it’s inspired (changed some parts and dialogue) by a Filipino movie called “that thing called tadhana” tadhana means fate in english. lol. it’s on netflix. you should watch it! it’s so much better than what I wrote. 

[country-club]

Games #4

#1/#2/#3

*Gif not mine* Wordcount: 2.456 (oops) Warnings: drinking

> In which you go swimming with the Pogues

It has been a couple of days since you’ve been out, either with Rafe or Sarah. You had been focusing on picking the right college, you had been accepted in a few colleges in North Carolina. The plan was for you to go to Yale next year. Connecticut wouldn’t have been such a long drive from your hometown. However, it is a 10-hour drive from Outer Banks. And that means living on campus. You hadn’t yet received a letter from Yale. Maybe it got lost in the mail or sent to your old address? Could be. You weren’t sure where you wanted to go, but Yale was not your main focus, it was your stepdad’s plan and your mom agreed that it would be great. Even if it meant barely seeing you and probably paying double to study out of state. You had already written rejection letters to almost every college you got into so far, except for Duke University, just in case you didn’t get into Yale. Duke was a 4-hour drive, but at least you didn’t have to move to another state.

“Y/n?” You heard a girl’s voice, along with a knock on your door.

“Yes?” The door opened and Sarah stepped inside. You greeted her.

“Your dad let me in.” Sarah took a look around your room. “I like your room.”

You thanked her and got up. “What can I do for you?” Sarah grinned at you.

“The Pogues are going for a swim, want to accompany me?”

“Let me put on some proper swimwear.” It was nice outside, the sky is clear and the sun is hot. You put on a swimsuit, a dress and slippers. “All right, let’s a go.” Sarah and you biked to the cut, where the boys and Kiara were already waiting on you on John B’s boat. You parked your bikes and sprinted over to the boys.

“Good to see you again, y/n.” JJ smiled as he reached you his hand to help you on the boat.

“Ditto!” You took his hand and got in. Sarah hopped in as well. Everybody sattled down and John B started the boat.

“How have you been?” Pope asked you.

“I’m alright. My stepdad’s trying to get me to look for a dorm room.”

“Moving out already?” JJ asked, sounding somewhat disappointed.

“If there’s any chance I’m getting into Yale, but I doubt it.” You kicked your feet around. “I don’t even want to go to Connecticut.”

“Impressive, Yale is definitely a Kook place.” Pope laughed at you. “Did you skip a grade or something?” You nodded.

“4th grade, plus I’m almost 17 so-“

“So you’re gonna throw a huge party to celebrate?” John B looked proudly, stopping the boat in the middle of nowhere.

“Perhaps.” You kind of wanted to change the subject. “Anyways, it’s summer so no time to think about school.” You laughed, taking of your dress, kicking off your slippers and jumping into the water. Very spontaneous.

“Damn right.” Kiara followed your lead and jumped in as well. The rest followed, while John B threw out the anchor.

The six of you dicked around in the water. The water was cold to your skin. After a while you climbed back onto the boat, tying your wet hair out of your face. You wrapped your towel around your shoulders, sitting down in the boat. You watched as Sarah wrapped her legs around John B’s waist, who struggled not to drown. The boat started hanging to one side, startling you. JJ climbed up the boat, his wet abs looking glorious with the sunlight reflecting on them.

“Y/n! Stop drooling!” Kiara yelled, holding on to the side of the boat. You reached out for her hand and helped her inside.

“I was not.” Kiara winked at you, knowing fully well you were checking JJ out. You rolled your eyes at her, though you must admit; you had fun with JJ a couple of nights ago.

John B, Pope and Sarah climbed on the boat and sat down. You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked over to see JJ offer you a beer, which you took. You thanked him and opened the can. Sarah put on some music. Kiara stood up, pulling John B up with her to dance. The other boys got up as well and soon Sarah followed, dragging you on your feet as well. The boat was swaying around, and beer was spilling. Sarah took your hands and spun you around, which led to you bumping into JJ. You apologized to the boy, who just laughed it off and tried to dance with you. You must admit, he looked really handsome.

“You’re doing it again, Y/n.” Sarah whispered. “You know you can just talk to him, JJ doesn’t bite.” You shook your head and sat down.

“Guys I’m feeling like food.” JJ announced.

“You’re hungry, JJ.” Pope looked disappointed at the blonde boy. However, everybody agreed with his statement and John B started the boat again, heading back to the cut. You picked up some pizza and more booze, as you were running short on beer. You spent the evening at John B’s place, eating pizza in hammocks and getting to know more about the Pogues. Pope told you about his future plans and wanting to go to college, so you had that in common. After a couple of drinks, Pope also told you he’s got a thing for Kiara. You acted like you wouldn’t have known if he hadn’t told you. You knew.

It’s 10pm, seeing how it’s Friday and it is summer, you figured your parents wouldn’t mind you staying out. You texted your mom to let you know just in case.

JJ came up with the idea of playing truth or drink. Which turned into truth or dare and drink. You had to start. So just to be save and out of interest, you asked Sarah what the last movie is she watched. She looked at John B, who whisperd something in her ear.

“Right, The Edge of Seventeen.” She says. “I would hate to be in her shoes and having your best friend dating your brother.” Sarah eyed Kiara.

“As if I would ever want to be with your brother!” She exclaimed. They’re talking about Rafe. You somehow could imagine yourself being with Rafe.

“Hmm, JJ, who’s the last girl you slept with?” Sarah asked. That went from 0 to 100 real quick. JJ grabbed a bottle and opened the cap.

“You know he doesn’t remember that shit.” John B laughed at his friend. You were confused, but before you could ask, JJ opened his mouth.

“That, or, I just respect Tourons enough not to brag about them to my friends.” Everybody burst into laughter. “Yeah, no, I was out of it.” JJ started laughing as well. You were looking at him, but immediately stared back to the ground once he made eye contact.

“So, JB, have you done it on the boat yet?” JJ playfully asked his friend. John B looked at Sarah and took the bottle from JJ.

“Kie, fuck, marry, kiss, the Pogues.” John B said after swallowing the shot. Sarah shot her boy a look.

Kiara rolled her eyes and sighed. “I guess I’ll fuck JJ, marry Pope and kill you.”

“Hey I said kiss, not kill.” John B said, offended.

“I know.” Kiara looked very pleased. She then turned to face you. “What was your first kiss like, Y/n?”

You felt the redness on your cheeks. It was very embarrassing. You reached for the bottle and got booed by JJ. You looked up at him, took a shot and opened you mouth. “I was very much under the influence of alcohol and luckily don’t remember much of the embarrassment that is called my first kiss.” It was quiet for a second. “Anyhow, Pope; what is the biggest lie you have ever told your parents?” You managed to change the subject.

Truth or drink only lasted for a couple of rounds. Things escalated as time went by and you were laying in the hammock with Sarah and Kiara, watching the boys show off. You joined Sarah and Kiara, who were talking about the hatching of the turtles. Sarah asked if you would join them once they would hatch. Of course you would. You were interrupted by John B, who had a fabulous idea to continue your game of truth or whatever you were currently playing.

“So, everybody has to stand on one leg and the person who loses first has to do 5 shots, the next 4, the one after that 3 and so on.”

And on that note, you were all standing in a circle on one leg like a bunch of flamingos. With you all being very tipsy and wobbly, the game didn’t last long. Pope was first to drop, you were next. The two of you shared the bottle and played jury. Kiara and Sarah were the last left standing, opposite of each other. They were desperately trying to get the other to drop. Sarah tried blowing Kiara’s way, which made everyone laugh and Kiara drop. You handed the bottle over to JJ.

“What’d I win?” Sarah asked happily.

“Me.” John B said, before lifting Sarah up off the ground and placing his lips on her.

“Get a room!” JJ yelled at the couple.

“We will once you fuck off.” John B replied. JJ laughed it off. Sarah struggled to get out of John B’s grip and walked over to you once she did.

“Hey, y/n, I think I’m going to stay at John B’s tonight, will you be okay on your own?” You nodded, reassured her you’ll be alright and told her to have fun.

“Can we at least finish this bottle?” JJ asked, taking another shot. John B waved to JJ, before heading inside. Kiara decided to head home, rejecting Pope’s offer to walk with her. The three of you hang around for a while. It was mainly you and JJ who emptied the bottle. The alcohol really started to kick in and everything felt 10 times more funny than usual. You weren’t usually a clingy drunk, but JJ’s shoulders were very inviting. So, you rest your head on them. Pope got up, needing to take a piss. JJ looked over his shoulder to make sure Pope was out of sight.

“I got another truth for you.” Your eyes met. “Do you want to kiss me?” You must have had too much to drink. Who asks such a thing?

“I’ll drink.” You decided. You wanted to but you barely knew him and didn’t want to ruin your awesome summer.

JJ held the bottle upside down. “You’ve already had a couple.”

You bit your lip and looked away. You felt JJ’s finger under your chin and turned you head back. “I, I really –“ You were cut off by Pope, asking you if you were ready to head home. You told him you were coming. “I would really like to hang out with you sometime.” You said, standing up. JJ pulled himself up as well.

“Sounds good.” He smiled. You pulled him in for a hug and kissed his cheek. Drunk kissing isn’t really your thing. It’s sloppy, tastes disgusting and you barely have control over what you’re doing.

Pope’s place was on your way home. He was riding your bike, you on the back. “Sure you don’t want me to tag along?” He offered.

“You’re too nice Pope. I’ll see you around.” You gave him a hug and went on your way.

You were swinging over the road and didn’t see that sharp anymore. Suddenly your shadow became very long and dark. You heard a car from behind you and decided to scoot over to the side. The car slowed down and drove next to you. Maybe you should have asked Pope to drop you off. This is why you don’t go out alone at night because some creep-

“Y/n? Why are you alone?” Rafe rolled his window down. You stopped biking and stepped of.

“Nice to see you too.” You leaned against the car, trying not to trip over your own legs. You were dizzy and tired.

“This feels familiar. Get in, I’ll drop you off.” You tried to refuse at first, but you were longing for a bed and were a bit lost. Rafe put the backseats down and placed your bike in the car. He helped you with your seatbelt and sat down. “I’m guessing Sarah isn’t coming home for the night?”

“Nope.” You started playing with the radio. “Why are you so nice to me?”

Rafe was quiet. “Did you have fun?” You nodded, rolling down the window to stick your head out of it like a dog. “Dude you’re gonna get flies in your face.” Rafe tried not to yell at you.

You turned to face him. “Why are you out alone at night, you were stalking me weren’t you?”

“I was not, in fact, I was just picking up something from a friend.”

“Alone at night at the cut?”

“Yes.”

And it was quiet again. You didn’t understand this tall, broad, beautiful blue-eyed boy. There was this weird feeling in your stomach. You were hoping it wasn’t the alcohol acting crazy. Though butterflies didn’t sound great either. “Hey Rafe,”

“Yes, Y/n?” You noticed he was driving quite slowly. As if he wanted the conversation to last longer.

“what was your first kiss like?”

“It was fun, I guess.” You must have given him puppy eyes. He sighed and continued. “It was my first year of Kook academy and there was this girl who liked me, so we hung out, kissed and then she told everyone we were a thing. I didn’t really mind, I also wasn’t really into her.” He said. He sounded so pure and honest. Something you wouldn’t expect from someone like Rafe. Who is someone like Rafe? Kiara wouldn’t want anything to do with him and the Pogues said some bad words over the evening about him. Your eyes felt heavy.

Rafe must have been too focused on telling you the story, he didn’t notice you almost falling asleep. “Y/n? Can you get to bed yourself?” He asked as he pulled up on your driveway. “Y/n?”

You mumbled something that sounded like a ‘yes’, but he didn’t believe you. Instead he drove the car back to his place. “C’mon kid, let’s get you to a bed.” He helped you out of the car and inside his house. You enjoyed holding his arm and walked with him upstairs.

The last thing you remember is Rafe shushing you, you falling down on a bed and cocaine?

#5

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[juniperpublishers-toxicology]

Fulminant hepatic failure induced by antipsychotic drugs (a case report)

Introduction

Fulminant hepatitis is a rare condition but has a very poor prognosis in the absence of liver transplantation. It is important to identify the cause as soon as possible to start the etiological treatment, which may be drug poisoning, viral hepatitis, or alcoholic ... [1-3]. N-acetylcysteine (NAC), a glutathione precursor, was first used as a treatment for paracetamol overdose in 1979. Since then, it has been firmly established as an effective and safe treatment for paracetamol induced IHC prevention. NAC has also been shown to be effective outside paracetamol intoxication. It has been evaluated as an option for acute IHC other than paracetamol in adults and children. In a randomized clinical trial comparing NAC with placebo in adults with paracetamol-free IHC, NAC was associated with a marked improvement in survival without liver transplantation [4]. NAC has also been evaluated for non-hepatic clinical conditions, these indications include its use in lung diseases (COPD and pulmonary fibrosis), in the prevention of contrast-induced nephrotoxicity and for the treatment of certain cardiac diseases [3,5]. In this article, we report the case of a neuroleptic overdose in a 16-year-old who has rapidly progressed to fulminant hepatitis. The oral administration of N-acetylcysteine has allowed a dramatic improvement [3].

Observation

A 16-year-old man consulted at the emergency reception service (j1) for asthenia, disabling diffuse myalgia and uncontrollable vomiting, in the context of cutaneous-mucous jaundice, which had appeared for 4 days. Her antecedents included herpetic keratitis since the age of 3 years and chronic epigastralgia for 4 years. In the emergency department, the clinical examination found a sleepy, sleepy patient, a conjunctival subitem, muscle pain with manual pressure. The temperature was 37.8°C, and blood glucose was 2.2mmol/l. The blood pressure was 85/38 mmHg, the heart rate was 104 beats per minute and 95% saturation in the air. The biochemical assessment was very disturbed, with: an inflammatory syndrome (C-reactive protein at 150 mg/L, fibrinogen at 6.6g/L), renal insufficiency (urea at 14.4mmol/L, creatinine at 159 , 12mmol/L), cytolysis (ASAT: 10454 IU/L, ALA at 4408 IU/L), cholestasis (conjugated bilirubinemia at 151mmol/L, gamma GT at 489 IU / L, PAL at 657 IU/L ) and a disturbance of its hemostasis (TP <15%, a TCA at 96.4 s and a very collapsed factor V). The hemogram showed the following: white blood cells at 9210mm-3, platelets at 159 000mm-3 and hemoglobin at 11.2g/dl.

On the diagnosis side

The patient was admitted to intensive care (1st day). Etiologically, an infectious hypothesis has been ruled out by the negativity of his liver serologies (anti-HVA Ab, anti-HBV Ab and HBs antigen and anti-HCV antibodies) as well as the serology of CMV, the abdominal ultrasound was without particularities, blood ceruloplasmin level was normal, anti-smooth muscle and antimitochondrial antibodies were achieved returning normal. The preferred toxic hypothesis was a neuroleptic overdose because the interview reported a prescription of 3 different neuroleptics, by his doctor for his chronic epigastralgia of psychogenic origin (Olanzapine, Mainspring and Metoclopramide). Supported: Symptomatic treatment consisted of stopping neuroleptics, infusion of fresh frozen plasma, vitamin K, laxatives and ciprofloxacin were initiated associated with administration of N-acetylcysteine with a dose of oral load of 140mg/kg followed by a dose of 70mg/kg/day maintenance for 48 hours.

Evolution

The evolution was quickly favorable. Hyper-bilirubinemia was divided by five in three days, the state of consciousness improved rapidly with appearance of an asterixis, the correction of the hemostasis disorder was more progressive with normalization towards the 4th day (Figure 1), a dramatic improvement in hepatic transaminases was observed as early as the second day (Figure 2). The patient left the intensive care unit to the gastric department on day 6. The symptomatic treatment was continued until day 10, the PBH was performed on day 11 without abnormality then he left the hospital on day 17.

Discussion

IHA is defined as a sudden failure of liver function in a patient with no history of liver disease. The cardinal signs of hepatic failure include coagulopathies and hepatic encephalopathy of any grade in the context of acute liver injury [4]. Currently, there is no scientifically proven beneficial treatment in the treatment of IHC, apart from liver transplantation Lee [5]. More than 1000 drugs have been listed as being responsible of hepatic side effects; 16% of these agents were neuropsychiatric drugs. Antidepressant drugs (tricyclic agents or SSRI), mood stabilizing agents and neuroleptic drugs have been implicated in biological or/and clinical hepatotoxicity. For these reasons, some psychotropic agents have been withdrawn of the pharmaceutical, On the contrary, in case of clinical hepatotoxicity, challenge or maintenance is absolutely inadvisable. Mechanism of the hepatic troubles: precise mechanisms of the hepatotoxicity remain unclear. Contrary to phenothiazine drugs, no information is available on the respective rule of the agents and their metabolites. Hypersensitivity syndrome or eosinophilia has been reported, suggesting a possible immuno-allergic mechanism. Presence of risk factors: risk factors have been retrieved, in some observations, like high daily dosage, high plasmatic concentration, age, alcoholism, obesity or antecedent of hepatic disorders like Gilbert syndrome. [6] Special care is advisable with these patients. As hepatotoxicity has been observed after surd Osage (or suicide attempt), a hepatic check-up has to be performed in these clinical situations [7]. Co-medication with hepatotoxic drugs may increase the risk as it has been suggested. Acetylcysteine is a precursor of glutathione. It is well known as an antidote for acetaminophen overdose due to its ability to increase glutathione levels, which inactivates the toxic metabolite of acetaminophen [8]. N-acetyl-pbenzoquinone mine. Glutathione is a major antioxidant that can serve as a scavenger for free radicals; therefore, acetylcysteine may increase glutathione stock during periods of oxidative stress, increase nitric oxide production, which causes vasodilation and therefore tissue oxygenation, and may also have an antiinflammatory effect. by inhibition of pro-inflammatory factors (TNF alfa and IL8) [9,10]. The majority of studies evaluated the use of NAC in acute IHC secondary to acetaminophen poisoning. There is little research on the use of NAC in IHC secondary to other causes. Hu [8]. evaluated the efficacy of NAC in patients with non-acetaminophen-overdosed IHC (safety and efficacy of NAC in patients with ALF not caused by acetaminophen overdose), in a meta-analysis, which consisted of analyzing four assays prospective clinical trials evaluating NAC versus placebo in the treatment of non-acetaminophen-induced IHC[3].

Conclusion

NAC is a beneficial treatment in the context of nonparacetamol induced IHC, it can prolong the survival of patients with or without liver transplantation and survival after transplantation, but it cannot improve overall survival. Therefore, due to the lack of available scientific evidence, current data is unable to conclusively determine the role of NAC in patients with IHC without paracetamol. Thus, they are unable to make recommendations for clinical practice.

[stevewilliamsacceleratedcoaching]

Improving my Health 

22nd July 

I have recently turned 47, and until now I have not given much thought into internal health and fitness.  Of course I think I know the basics right.  When I was in my twenties I was a fitness instructor for the british Army and that gave me insight into the right foods and exercises to do.  Like I know that burning off more calories than you consume will ensure you lose weight, The thinking was pretty dated compared to now, so as I would advise to any client of mine I would be building new knowledge and seeing what works for me.

Now that I am 47 years old and this must really be my last chance to achieve that body that I have wanted I have made a commitment to myself that I will give this some serious attention.  I will be basically self coaching myself to use the right tools and mindset to achieve the results I want, and to show the steps to take.

I have set myself the following goals to achieve which will change my life if I build these in as habits.

These goals are to be internally and externally healthy.  This will mean a change in diet and also lose some fat, then build and tone the right muscles to look how I want to at 47.

The second goal is to have a more positive approach to my life, that’s not to say I wasn't  already positive but I want to use this positivity to actually achieve improvements in my life.

Now that I have my goals, I need to assess how motivated I am to achieve.  I explored the following observations.  I  told myself this would really be my last chance, I pictured the benefits of what my life would look like, and the biggest motivator for me was I wanted to have longevity for my children.  I was highly motivated to succeed.

I needed to identify potential obstacles or barriers to achieving.  I came up with the following.

Work is busy, and I eat on the go and usually reach for items high  in sugar. 

I enjoy chocolates and biscuits and alcohol which is a happy trigger for me.

Foods not accessible in the house.

Each valid barrier needed a plan e.g meal planning the day before would ensure that I always had the right food in the house. 

I am following the following 3 steps to my diet, these are to ensure that I consume 2000 calories per day, this is below the average for a male which is 2500 and will ensure that i lose weight.

Second is for me to ensure that the calories I do consume are the right mix.  I am balancing my diet with 55% of carbs, 20% fats and 25% protein.  

Lastly I am building habits to improve my life, I know me if I try and change all at once then I just won’t do it. Small simple habits each day will help me stick to them.  I am only planning on adding a new habit every two weeks, which means the habits should stick.  Habits so far, have been drinking the right amount of water each day and taking time each evening to plan meals for the following day.

Recap of steps I am taking.

Track calories, ensure that I do not exceed 2000.  

The balance in my diet to be 55% carbs, 20% fats and 25% protein.

Build in simple habits, one every couple of weeks to ensure these are formed as habits.

Measuring Progress  is a key step for me.  I have reviewed the last 5 days ensuring that I have achieved the above and also through body observation.  If i do slip and not achieve one of the 3 steps on a given day then that is fine,  I reflect on why and consider if there is a habit that I need to have which would minimise this happening again in the future. 

Exercise plan, to compliment my diet I am following the following exercises to tone and achieve the body look I sm after.

At the time of writing we are still in Covid 19 lockdown so some exercises are limited, which is why I have chosen to ease my body into it.  The best way to tone and build is to workout a range of muscle groups rather than just specifically the targeted one.  My exercise goals are to flatten my stomach to  tone my chest and to build shoulders and arms. My suggested starter workout is daily the following.

Circuits x 3 of the following :

Triceps arms extensions

Triceps  dips

Full press-ups 

Arm Curls

Barbells Curls

Various Abs exercises

Chest Press

Cardio of a light run for a distance of approx 2 miles.

I will be enhancing the workout after week 2, this is primarily to start using these muscle groups and to build in a habit of exercise.

This brings me up to date, I will be posting an update on progress in the weeks to come which will include the new habits and building my current exercise plan.

I have recorded videos to accompany my progress and journey please check them out on YouTube ( link is below ).

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC5xtxCrS6apmEgkKXMhEqMg

Please also visit web-site : 

http://stevewilliamsacceleratedcoaching.com/

[yfere]

Shipping Calculus! Live Updates from C2E58

In which we learn that shopping episodes are not necessarily shipping episodes. A lean week, but one that allows time for feelings to percolate, perhaps? Masterpost here

+1000 to Yasha/Caffeine as Caduceus’ experiments with brews finally pay off and pull Yasha from her somnambulatory state and into alertness. She is so impressed by the power of his tea that she goes looking for tea leaves in all of the shops. We don’t want to lose her again to a sleep attack, after all.

-2 to Fjord/Caleb. Positives: Caleb defending Fjord from his murder cat, pointing out the “very special manacles” in his bag and that alone when Fjord asks him about items—manacles which, might I add, Fjord has been avidly collecting throughout the campaign—and which effectively shuts down Fjord asking Caleb anything else for the next forever. Asking Fjord to please do the introductions to the miners, supportive intimidating pissing. Negatives: Fjord all “lawl what if we just left Caleb to wander the city alone wouldn’t that be funny” no you absolute asshole.

+1 to Jester/Caleb with a +1 carryover wink from the day previous. A perfect balance of point gains and losses from this point on, with Caleb immediately giving Jester a truly obscene amount of money for diamonds (but it’s for the group, he says, preventing point gains), losing points by giving away all of Jester’s precious pets to keep Yeza happy, but making up for it by gracing her with a purring Frumpkin to adore in their absence, and accidentally mumbling something that sounded a little like “yeah” when Jester asked to keep Frumpkin forever. Jester must know the cat comes with the wizard, though—if she’s going to keep Frumpkin, Caleb will have to be part of that package.

+12 to Jester/Fjord which may have been more, were it not for Jester merely earning what we in the lab call A Point For Trying as she put her foot in her mouth not once, not twice, but somewhere around fifteen different times during the truly horrific conversation at the blacksmith’s, funneling all the rest of her points from the first half of the episode into +20 to Jester/Fjoot in Mouth. However, the pair make up some excellent ground with jellyfish references, switcheroos in riding placement on Yarnball, picking the same infiltration team, much mention of Fjord’s handsomeness and smartness, and “Captain” and “Lieutenant” roleplay which makes Jester the most highly ranked so far of Fjord’s beloved “you work for me” roleplays (it always starts out high…) Nearly earned points with Jester interrogating Yarnball on her tracking ability in response to Fjord’s question, but she was cockblocked by Caduceus Clay and his ability to actually speak with animals, earning the firbolg fond looks from Fjord and +10 to Caduceus/Cat Shaped Creatures

+8 to Caduceus/Fjord. The current theory circulating in the lab is that Caduceus Clay and Jester Lavorre share similar taste in near everything—jewels, armor, tattoos, dresses, and, tragically, men. Which means they must vie for the same romantic interests for perpetuity. Here we have a Caduceus who manages not to put his foot in his mouth (Jester looks to him for help! A bad sign for her), who very effectively talks up how Fjord saved his life on multiple occasions, and marvels at the “layers” he’s discovering Fjord has. Like an onion. Cooking with onions is great, onions are delicious. Therefore Fjord is…..? Anyway, Caduceus also very keenly and insistently “Captain”ing at the man throughout the episode, happily deferring as he makes excellent suggestions on how to proceed with the Giant-Killing-Job, and effusively complimenting Fjord alongside Jester on his intimidation prowess. But no amount of subtlety or cockblocking is going to keep up with the Sheer Baldfaced Panache of Jester’s flirting style—at least not for the moment. Fjord, for his part, contributing a point by steering Caduceus away from random pottery shops and towards a blacksmith like the exasperated husband he is.

+6 to Caduceus/Caleb as Mr. Impatient Wizard Man smears his beard with magic bean paste while Caduceus frantically looks through his bag for something resembling lather. “Never mind, that’s beautiful,” Caduceus says, seeing this. Caduceus wanting to know if he thinks Caleb actually needs a shave, because like the rest of us he is probably attached to a certain level of Caleb Scruff. Keeping a Cure Wounds at the ready for when Yasha inevitably stabs Caleb in the face, but Bleeding Impatient Wizard Man slips away from him before he can use it! Caduceus’ inordinate faith in how of course Intelligent Wizard Man Caleb knows absolutely everything about this magic darkness, and Caleb as always having to poke holes in others’ excessively high opinions of him.

+50 to Caduceus/Every Single (Male?) NPC as Caduceus carries on the kind of conversation you’d have with a date with Wursh the blacksmith, who admiringly speaks of how Caduceus is a “crazy motherfucker” while Caduceus speaks admiringly of how “even his advice has abs.” Both of them going on in a sickening way on how much of an “absolute pleasure” it is to spend time together, how glad they are of each other’s “company” in the blasting heat. Gag. Caduceus also, upon gaining the assistance of a “ballsy” mine worker, being “into it.” Of course you are, Caduceus. Of course you are.

+2 to Fjord/Elvis Impersonation for pelvis thrusting in public.

+10 to Caleb/Cat Shaped Creatures as Caleb is incredibly disappointed he can’t cram the moorbounders into his already cramped Tiny Hut. His affectionate “Who’s a good apex predator” to his blood soaked murder kitty. Also, while the others who bonded to the moorbounders learned only the commands “Halt” and “Jump,” resident cat person Caleb Widogast flaunts his superior connection to catkind by successfully employing a third command: “Piss.” Also +10 to Caleb/Pissing in the Wind

+2 to Beauregard/Lesbian Amnesia as she is incapable of recalling the word “shaft” in any context. Fjord helpfully fills her in, with some instructive hand motions that will also slip completely out of her memory within ten seconds. 

+8 to Beau/Jester as upon Jester’s sincere request, Beau successfully puts a dick in a book at the library! “Would Jester be proud of me?” Beau asks eagerly, as Caleb rolls his eyes at her hopelessness. Beau grinning and entering the stratosphere at the prospect of spending a day clothes shopping with Jester, an activity which by definition involves the putting on (and taking off) of a lot of clothing with a very attractive blue gal. Beau calling on Jester to bring out the heart to the foreman, which didn’t intimidate him most likely because the whole time Jester and Beau were making gooey eyes at it reminiscing about mutilating corpses together.

+1 to Beau/Professor Waccoh as Beau is pleased as punch to show off her youth and muscles and tendency to bite. Failing to hit the mark with a “my fair lady” and stumbling worse with a “professor woman of deep knowledge” flirt, but managing to wring an “I like you!” out of the woman nonetheless.

-5 to Caleb/Books He was so excited to read the books, and he did not get to read the books! Caleb then immediately throws himself 50000% into helping a known weapons developer in her quest to more effectively spill Empire Blood, because no amount of moral handwringing can outweigh his bone deep need to Get A Library Card

-2 to Caleb/Item Hoarding as he resists, barely and with Great Effort, his Spoiled Only Child greediness to just take and keep all the items Waccoh offered as payment. Beau tries to point out that taking item payments and rewarding the group are not Mutually Exclusive, but this does not compute.

+42 to Nott/Yeza as post-reunion the pair perform surprisingly well even while under the Shipping Law of Rising Sexpectations. Pet names, screamed “I LOVE YOU”s, saving your wife from getting fleeced/stealing from assholes rude to your husband, showing the world how #Kinky you are, suggestive eyebrows at fake sex potions that Yeza is definitely going to find a way to brew into Real Sex Potions by the time the crew get back. Points lost for leaving Yeza alone, under effective house arrest in a hotel room as Nott gallivants off to her one true love, Killing Things.

-10 to Yasha/Reading the Room as Caleb tries and fails to gracefully duck out of another greatsword shave because Yasha is too adorably insistent that it’s no trouble really, he doesn’t have to worry about inconveniencing her, she really wants to do this for him. Paying an insane amount of money for a used straight razor for Caleb with no awareness, giving that same shopkeeper the impression that she came to the shop looking for extremely racy alchemical concoctions—if what the duergar had on the counter was “too tame” for her, what kind of amazing sexual adventurer could she be?

-10,000 to Sam Riegel/His Presidential Campaign I don’t know if he can recover from what happened to him this week. I don’t know if it’s possible.

[riderdrauggrim]

Day Unknown. Friday. Sep 25. 2020.

I'm not dead! But my battery is.

Riding up to Fort McMurray, through to see the Giants of Syncrude - old massive mining machines by the roadside.

ABS light comes on. Weird. Maybe something to do with the new tires. Should fix with a restart.

Dashboard display turns off. Worrisome. No speedometer, gas level etc. But I don't need those immediately. Start looking for someplace safe to pull over.

There isn't any. I'm on something locally known as 'Supertest hill'. A very long climb. It's three lanes wide, with no shoulders, and a deep several meter dirt ditch slanting down the right side. I realize if I crest the hill, I'll be virtually invisible to anyone making their way up it, so I make the judgement call to pull over as far as I can maybe 300 yards before the top.

The road edge is loose dirt and gravel, I have trouble with footing to stabilize the bike and get the kickstand down. I turn off the machine. Wait a few. Turn it back on. The display reappears, but not as bright as usual. I press the starter. The display vanishes and the starter makes a few weak clicks.

Shit.

Well. I thankfully decided to bring my emergency booster. Almost hadn't because it's very heavy, but added it back in at the last second. Dismount, unhelmet, dig it out of the tail pack, hook it up, wait. My cigarette lighter socket USB charger/voltmeter reads around 10. Usually it's around 12. 14 when running.

I get it back to about 11.6 and decide to try my luck. It starts! I rush to repack my tools and put my gear back on. I get on the bike and notice the voltage is dropping. Try to go and... Dies again.

The sun is starting to set and I am in a BAD location. Time to call CAA.

I don't know if I just need a Boost (bad battery? End of life? Unable to handle the extra drain of the phone/gps and the new chain oiler?) or a full on Tow (where to? There's no motorcycle shops on her list. The tow driver can't let me ride along because of the pandemic. How do I get back? Where do I go?)

The tow company calls me. He suggests 4G Motorsports, a Can-Am and Ski-Doo dealership. It's that or a Harley place. 4G, please. He is currently on a tow and will be here in about an hour.

I have a reflective vest on, but I'm standing on the ditch side of my bike for safety. There are no road lights. And obviously my hazards don't work. A few semi trucks come uncomfortably close as they struggle up the hill in the growing dark.

I shift the vest to drape over the tail luggage, and abandon attempting to boost the battery, using the charger instead for its blinking flashlight feature, pointing it down the hill and activating the three pulse flash.

Nothing to do but wait. Behind me, over the forest, a pillar of smoke wafts high into the night sky. The stars are out. At least it isn't raining. Each time a vehicle approaches, I brace, praying they see me and shift away from my precarious position.

I glance back to the forest and notice the smoke pillar has warped and shifted, and there was other light glowing overhead.

Oh, shit.

It wasn't smoke at all.

I'd finally found the Northern Lights.

I tried to enjoy the show, in between tensing as trucks surged past, as the green band stretched and wriggled through the planet's magnetosphere, or whatever the correct term is. Pictures proved elusive, as single snaps resulted in too dark an image to share the sight, and iso delayed shots would lose the definition of the individual bands of particles. But that didn't stop me from trying.

I'd love to be able to relax and enjoy the show some night, but at least I got this.

The tow service arrived, EMI - Eastern Mechanics Inc. Kind young gentlemen, the driver from Nova Scotia, came to work the sands like so many young people of the Atlantic provinces. A game attempt at a boost proved ineffective as the battery again tapered out once the charger was removed. The driver, his buddy, and me struggled to get the bike up the dual incline of the hill AND the angled flatbed, but eventually everything was secured. They called a cab for me and waited until it arrived, destination 4G Motorsports, Fort McMurray.

The cab got there first, the driver perplexed as to where I would spend the night. The local hotels have a monopoly on shelter, so the prices were all upwards of $120 for the night, and me facing an undefinable repair bill. That and the night was already half over - no discount for only using a room for four hours. I assured him I'd be fine.

The tow pulled in about ten minutes after, same driver, different buddy. We unload the bike, they refuse a tip (thank gods, I'm so stressed about finances), and now I'm alone. 4G opens at 9am on Saturday, so I do the logical thing and set up my bivy next to the bike at the edge of their parking lot. The Aurora is gone, but I was too exhausted to watch the skies any longer anyway.

I sleep.

[mamthew]

I figured for you fine folks playing Persona 5 Royal, I'd take some time to write about some Japanese cultural features I learned while researching the game that might help some folks to contextualize the game's themes. I hope that this knowledge might enhance others' experiences with the game that way it has enhanced mine. Before I start, though, I'd like to start with two disclaimers: First, it's important to remember that while these cultural features might hold different levels of importance in our own respective cultures, that doesn't mean they're entirely alien to us, either. Bong Joon-ho said of the success of his film, Parasite, that "we all live in the same country now: that of capitalism," and that sentiment similarly applies to many of these other concepts. Much of what I'm writing about here are simply the Japanese flavor of power dynamics and societal structures we all live in, and I'm neither looking down on Japanese people nor claiming that my own culture is free of these power dynamics and societal structures when I identify them. Second, I'm not Japanese, and thanks to the Covid outbreak, I actually missed my shot to visit Japan. I have a close friend from Japan with whom I've discussed much of the research I've done, but I'd love to hear from other folks who are more familiar than I am. If I say something here that's inaccurate, or doesn't line up with your own experiences, let me know in the comments, or direct message my page! I've pulled much of this from a bunch of different academic sources, but unfortunately I've only got the one personal source with whom I can regularly discuss what I've learned, and he obviously can't be an expert at everything I've read about. The most central theme to Persona 5 is that of seki, which Joanna Liddle describes in "Rising Suns, Rising Daughters: Gender, Class, and Power in Japan" as "the idea that there is no proper place in society for a person who is not registered in an institution or organisation." Persona 5 is a game in which all of its characters are stuck on the margins of society, and playing it through the lens of seki helps to place this into sharp focus. Seki is best understood as the organization of society into in-groups and out-groups. In Yasuo Aoto's "Nippon: The Land and its People," he notes that this very strong consciousness of who is and isn't in groups can be attributed to historical factors, citing the need for joint cooperation in rice cultivation, the long history of feudalism, and the Confucian emphasis on belonging to a clan. The most clear example of a seki is the koseki family registration system, an outdated holdover from a bygone era, maintained for so long essentially to maintain some form of codified oppression of women after the current constitution bestowed them full rights. The koseki was once a fully public document that displayed the names of every member of a specific family. Women who married were stricken from their family's kosekis and written into their husband's kosekis instead, while women who divorced were stricken from those, finding themselves and any children they took with them without a family to which they officially belonged. Women who married into families without kosekis (to foreigners, for instance, or to a "mukosekisha," a person whose birth wasn't registered) were stricken from their own kosekis but weren't written into new ones, essentially making them less Japanese. Now, kosekis aren't accessible to the public, but they still legally enforce that certain people are less legitimate as citizens. In some ways, not being in a koseki provides similar issues as not having a birth certificate or social security number would in the states. This is a major factor in the stigma against divorcees, as it is common knowledge that a divorced woman and her children are not logged in any koseki. Most of the characters in Persona 5 are from broken families, which means that many of them are not in kosekis, and therefore on a cultural and legal level are less legitimately Japanese for it. Only one of Ann's parents is Japanese; Ryuji's mother divorced her husband; Yusuke, Futaba, and Akechi are orphans. However, seki as a concept is broader than this. One's family is a seki, but so is the company for which they work, their group of friends, their group of coworkers, their classmates, clubs or social groups to which they belong. Sataka Makoto writes in "105 Key Words for Understanding Japan": "There are only a very few people who hop jobs or religions. Job-hoppers are criticized as unstable characters and 'isshakenmei,' [or] devotion to one company, is considered better than 'isshoukenmei,' [or] trying one’s best (....) The Japanese companies are still very much like feudal clans. The top position is often hereditary, like that of a feudal lord, but the employees don’t complain strongly." This strong devotion to one's company has been purposely cultivated to suppress class consciousness. It's commonly believed in Japan that over 90% of Japanese people are middle class. Nakane Chie states that social stratification in Japan is broken up vertically, between companies, rather than horizontally, between classes, saying that, "it is not really a matter of workers struggling against capitalists or managers but of Company A ranged against Company B (...) [they] do not stand in vertical relationship to each other but instead rub elbows from parallel positions." Obviously, it's not true that Japanese is almost entirely middle class; Liddle notes that the economists who argued this defined members of the same class as "homogeneous in lifestyle, attitudes, speech, dress and other status dimensions," but that there is still much variance in assets and vulnerability to economic change. On top of this, the ruling class does still function as a bloc, acting with much more class unity than the working class does. Persona 5 discusses the drastic amount of worker exploitation in the Okumura dungeon. The game shows us "karoshi," a term that literally just means dying from working too much, which is a common occurrence in Japan, and absolutely a result of exploitation of the proletariat by the ruling classes. It's hard to fight back against this exploitation, though, because of the vertical stratification of workers into different corporations. It's a major barrier to class solidarity when workers from two different companies see themselves as being members of different sekis, and therefore not really meant to interact all that much. There's more I'd like to write, especially about the single-party system and just how much Shido is mean to represent Shinzo Abe, but it's almost 4 AM, so I'd better hold off on that. Anyone who's interested in the Koseki can read at least parts of Gender and the Koseki in Contemporary Japan on google books: https://books.google.com/books?id=gR9WDwAAQBAJ This article from 2016 on the koseki system is a quicker read and helps to bring to light some of the system issues: https://www.japantimes.co.jp/community/2016/07/10/issues/japans-discriminatory-koseki-registry-system-looks-ever-outdated/ Part of Rising Suns, Rising Daughters is on google books, and it's a fascinating read if you're interested in class, gender, and the intersections between the two: https://books.google.com/books?id=X7h_6gCRuAUC This article was a good jumping-off point to start seeing some of the real issues discussed in Persona 5: https://www.usgamer.net/articles/the-real-world-problems-behind-persona-5

[fireflys-glow-journey]

It’s the End of the Second Week (Part 1)

Today is Friday, January 17th. I’m currently waiting to start my shift at work, and so I decided to sit down and pop out this update. I made it through my first week of my last semester of college! I know that’s not saying a lot, especially since this is my eighth semester and I know the ins and outs of learning a new class schedule and adapting to new classes pretty well. But I’m extremely proud of myself for one reason: I stuck to my fitness schedule almost perfectly.

Monday: 2 classes, finished for the day by 12:30pm. Fitness schedule: stretch/yoga in the morning, full body workout in the afternoon. Monday is a good day, because I only have my two morning classes and then the rest of the day is mine with no work, research, or extra-curricular commitments! Because I have so much free time, I decided to make Monday’s one of the days where I work out in the gym. My sister was free, so she joined me! I won’t hesitate to admit that I used to hate going to the gym, especially on busy days, but honestly, I had a good time today! Because I hadn’t seriously worked out in a long time, I was really just getting used to the machines again and taking inventory of what my body can and can’t handle. First, I noticed that I’ve lost a ton of the flexibility I had from dance and soccer. Second, I realized that I couldn’t do as intense cardio as I used to be able to. But I didn’t feel too upset about this, because I knew that Monday was just the beginning of a semester of getting it all back!

Tuesday: 3 classes, research, and a club meeting. Busy from 9:45am to 8pm. Fitness schedule: yoga and arms in the morning. Tuesday’s are my busiest days of the week, so I decided to make this day a less intense one. I do a simple 10-minute yoga routine in the morning, followed by a 7-minute arm workout. It’s not terribly intense, but because I am restarting a regular fitness routine, I did feel a little burning in my muscles throughout the arm workout. 

Wednesday: same class schedule as Monday, work in the evenings from 4-8pm. Fitness schedule: stretching and yoga in the morning. Wednesday’s and Sunday’s are the least intense days. I like to call them my “rest” days, even though I am still doing some light exercise. The stretching routine I follow differs based on the day. For days where I only have yoga or a lighter routine, I use a 20-minute full body stretch video. Otherwise, I use a video that’s about 10 minutes long to help me warm up before the rest of my workout. 

Thursday: two afternoon classes, research. Fitness schedule: stretching and working out at the gym for a couple of hours. Thursday’s are my second-busiest days, but the nice thing is that I don’t have any commitments until 1:30! I get up at the same time every morning: 8am. This allows me to rest well and establish routine/habits as well as gives me plenty of time to go to the gym (and then some). Because my university has a large rec center, I decided to leave a half hour after I woke up to have time to work out, stretch, and explore the rec center a bit. It has four floors and many nooks and crannies with fitness machines here and there. On the third floor, there’s an atrium track with an area to the side where you can do weight exercises or take a mat and do yoga and stuff. I decided to take a mat and do my 20 minute stretch routine. Afterwards, I got myself a fruit smoothie with protein and went home!

Friday: same schedule as Monday and Wednesday, but work from 2-5pm. Since I only had a little time in the morning, I decided to do my stretch routine and arms. Shortly after showering, though, I realized that I was supposed to do abs instead of arms! I made a mental note in my head to do an ab routine on Sunday, when I usually only did stretching and yoga, and get back to my planned schedule next week.

I’ll make a part two since this is so long! Thank you for reading and keep glowing, little lights!

xx Firefly

[scandinavian-girl]

Stutter

A/n: 2.5K of boyfriend!shawn touring with his girlfriend who stutter

Having trouble speaking your whole life, had its consequences. Especially when it came to speak to new people. When you went to Toronto a few years back, you met Shawn. Your current boyfriend of soon 2 years. When he found out you stuttered, he told you it wouldn’t change his opinion about you. In his mind, your stutter was the most beautiful this he had heard.

Your first date with him went better than you had expected. He was so patient with your stutter.

“Why did you want to visit Toronto?” he asked as he took a sip from his white wine.

You went quiet. Just the thought of answering him, made you anxious.

“It’s okay. Take your time,” he reassured you with a soft gaze. Eyes not leaving your nervous features.

You gave him a nod, so he knew you understood it.

“I-I,” you stopped, getting embarrassed from your stutter. Shawn taking your small hand in his large ones, making sure that you took it easy.

“J-just a v-vacat-tion,” you said quietly as you looked down at yours and Shawn’s hands.

He nodded with a small smiled that made you, fall even more for him.

Thinking back at the date always reminded you that, Shawn would always be there for you.

“Honey?” he whispered into your ear as Andrew kept talking to the crew in the back of the bus, before heading into the Arena Shawn should play in tonight. “W-what?” you whispered back.

“Wanna join the q&a tonight? I promise you won’t have to answer anything, okay?” he was speaking a little louder, making sure you understood. You nodded with a smile. Such a caring boyfriend.

“Anything you two wanna share?” Andrew said a little angry.

“No. We’re good,” Shawn spoke up.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the situation between Andrew and Shawn. After a couple of seconds, you quieted down and went to check on your phone for any important messages. You had received one from your sister, best friend and lastly your mum.

iMessage from Sister: hey sis <3 Since you are in Lisbon, could you try to get the shirt I talked about for mum? Also say hi to Shawn from me 😊

You smiled from that one, reminding that your mum had birthday a few days after you came home, from the European leg with Shawn.

Next you thought.

iMessage from BFF: Hey girl. How’s tour life with your hottie of a boyfriend? 😉 Exited to hear everything you have experienced during this leg of the tour! <3

“I-I miss y-you,” you whispered to yourself.

“hmm?” Shawn hummed confusingly at you.

“J-just m-my best f-friend and sist-ter,” you smiled happily at him.

He smiled at you and looked at you with so much love. “I love your stutter so much,” he mumbled and hugged you into his side. “Shawn,” you giggled without a stutter.

It happens every once in while you didn’t stutter when you, especially, laughed.

As Shawn hugged you, you went to check the message you had received from your mother.

iMessage from Mum <3: Hey Darling. Call me when you can. Gotta tell you something <3

That made your heart skip a beat. What was she going to tell you? Something good? Something bad?

“Honey? What’s wrong?” Shawn asked with concern in his beautiful voice.

“N-not-thing,” you said a little more quietly. “D-don’t t-think about i-it,” you continued shortly after.

Shawn pulled away from you to have a good look at your nervous features. He grabbed your free hand and gave your knuckles a soft but long kiss of reassuring. Knowing fully, he would understand whatever that was in your mind.

“M-my mum t-texted m-me,” you stutter now being more visible than before.

“What did she say?”

You just showed him the text, knowing fully it would take you a good while before you could finish saying what she had texted you. He softly took your phone and read it a couple of times before handing it back to you.

“You don’t have a pet?” he started.

You shook your head no.

“Old family member?”

“N-not a s-sick one,” you said quietly getting a little shy and embarrassed about talking so much within such a short about of time.

“But she added a heart to the end of the text. There is a possibility that it’s a good thing,” he said with a soft smile and gave your soft redish cheek a peck.

You nodded at him with a soft smile as well. You answered your mother first.

iMessage to Mum <3: Hey 😊 I’ll call you back as soon as I get some time. Heading out in a few minutes with Shawn <3

Shawn stood up and went to put on his denim jacket that for sure made you swoon. You noticed he took a small box in his pocket, that were placed in his bunk. Then Brian came into the bus to say it was time to go on a little walk around the arena era before Shawn had meet and greets.

“S-Shawn?” you asked nervously standing up and pulling your matching denim jacket on. His hazel eyes were quick to find your soft ones. He licked his lips quickly and reached his left hand out for you to take.

You gladly took his hand and interwinding your fingers with his longer ones. “W-what’s in t-the b-box?” you asked quietly as you walked together down the street beside the arena.

“Nothing special. Don’t worry about it darlin’.” He softly said back to you and gave your small cold knuckles a long warm kiss.

You nodded at him and looked around the beautiful place. You now realize how beautiful Lisbon really is. The thoughts of Shawn proposing in Lisbon made you somehow nervous. You looked down at your intertwined hands as you continued to walk away from the arena.

**

It was time for Shawn to do the meet n’ greet and q&a with some fans. “Do I look good enough for them?” he twirled around to show you his casual outfit. Simple slacks with a thin silver line on the side paired with his black tank top and a dusty pink bottom up. “L-looking g-good,” you smiled at him happy he choose the dusty pink over his cut off sleeve bottom up.

“I-I love t-that b-bottom up,” you said blushing cutely and played with a ring Shawn had giving you in Oslo.

“There’s a reason why I took it with me. I know you are obsessed with this one,” he gave you a smirk.

“Shawn, time to go,” Jake said to him and went over to the door and opened it for him.

“See you in a few minutes. Right?” he referred to you, joining him at the q&a. You gave him a soft and shy nod.

Before he left, he grabbed your face and gave you a deep and passionate kiss. Shawn’s sign of saying he loves you and he really appreciate you.

“Shawn?” Jake pressed a little on him. Shawn pulled away from you with a grin. A grin you knew all to well. It was the grin Shawn would give you, when he had plans for a long night a head.

“Gotta go,” he pulled completely away from you and went towards the door. “S-Shawn?” you stuttered a lot. He turned around with a question on his face. “H-Have a g-good t-time,” you looked at him with a soft smile. “I will. I’ll text you when I go to the q&a so you can join me and the small group. Okay?”

You nodded again and watched him as he left the dressing room.

**

“You, with the blue shirt!” Shawn pointed to a fan in the q&a room.

“Are you performing Light On tonight? ‘Cause it’s my favourite song,” a fan asked Shawn as you stepped inside.

“No, I’m not singing it tonight but I’m glad that you like the song. I love that song too. It’s one of my top 4 favorite songs of mine!” Shawn smiled brightly. He looked a little around before he picked the next lucky fan to ask him a question.

“In the white in the back,” he pointed to a girl with a white t-shirt with some print on.

“Me?” she asked Shawn to be sure it was her he meant.

“Yeah,” smiled and leaned a little forward to get to hear her better.

“What’s your top 3 favorite songs?” she asked confidentially.

Shawn just stared at her like really? “Oh my god you’re gonna ask me that question?! Uhm maybe ‘Fix You’,” Shawn started off. The small crowd cheered because Shawn had picked that song to start off In My Blood. “uhm, maybe ‘Breakeven’ by The Script and..” he looked down and thought for a few seconds. “Our Song by Taylor Swift,” he finished with a smile.

“What’s your question?” he pointed to a girl with some coloured hair.

“How’s your life with y/n?” the fan asked confidentially.

Shawn looked up and found your sweet eyes. “Amazing,” Shawn smiled widely, as he returned his attention back to the girl who was asking him.

“Even though she stutters so much, I give her time to talk, you know? Cause if I finish her sentences, she feels bad about her stutter,” he continued and made eye contact with you in the back. Not long after you felt everybody stare at you. You looked around and shot them a smile and a soft wave.

“I promised her that she wouldn’t have to talk here. Because of her stutter,” Shawn paused for a second before a crowd of hands came up in the air, knowing that most of them would be about Shawn and you.

**

Now standing backstage with Shawn going on stage in 10 minutes, you kept thinking about one question a fan asked about the two of you. “When will Shawn propose?” Those 4 words keep going around in your head. Was he planning on doing it? “S-Shawn?” You asked him softly as you rested your head on his shoulder/upper arm.

“Yes honey?” He asked with a low voice. “I-I k-keep think-king about t-that q-question the f-fan asked us ab-bout our f-future,” you said nervously to him and holding his free hand tightly.

“And?” he pressed a little but keeping space for you to answer at your own pace.

“D-Do you s-see a f-fut-ture w-with m-me?” you locked eye contact with his, really wanting him to answer before he went on stage in a couple of minutes.

He went silent for what felt like forever. “I do see a future with you. A long future with you finishing all of your exams next summer, you are joining tours, maybe a little one in a couple of years and a house in Pickering, so our kid could see where her father grew up,” he smiled at you. That smile that made your knees weak.

He really did have a plan for your future. Where you were going to live. Having children and having you joining him in future tours. He had thought a lot of things through without you knowing it.

“Shawn, its time to go,” Jake said loudly.

“See you back here after the show?” he asked excitingly. You gave him a big smile and a nod. Shawn then gave your red cheek a peck before leaving to go in stage for the many fans waiting for him.

**

A couple of weeks later you were on your way to Dublin. You were sitting in the back of the bus, together with Geoff, Josiah and Connor, reading a book. Shawn were in the front of the bus, talking to Andrew and Cez about some stuff he wanted to add to this tour.

“Y/n?” Connor ask you. You placed your book mark in your book and closed it, then turned your attention to him.

“There’s a flower field a few miles a head of us and I was thinking we could take some photos there?” Connor asked you with a smile. A smile that maked you weak in your knees. Yes, Connor was a cute guy and yes if you didn’t date Shawn, you would totally ask Connor out.

“S-Sure,” you smiled shyly and put your book down on the little table there was.

“I’m gonna ask the diver if he could stop there,” he smiled as he got up and went to the front.

“Got a flirt there?” Josiah smiled at his own comment as he looked through some pictures, he had taken the day prior.

“st-top it,” you giggled. “Y-you know I-I’m with S-Shawn,” you looked the other way kind of embarrassed. Shawn knew you thought that Connor was cute, but whenever Shawn got the chance to be with you or show you off, he would. Especially after a long romantic night 😉.

“We are there in a few minutes. Wanna get ready and put some other cloth on or you just wanna be in that?” he asked softly.

“J-Just this,” you smiled at him as he went back to the front where he told Shawn, that you and Connor would go and do a mini photoshoot at the flower field.

“I’ll join you in a couple of minutes. I just need to figure something out with Andrew,” you heard Shawn say. Soon you saw Connor’s head sticking in from the hall. “We are here. You comin’?” he smiled at you.

You nodded and stood up to walk out to the flower field with Connor.

**

“Maybe you could try to lay down right there?” Connor pointed to a spot with some beautiful yellow flowers. You did as told, to lay down between the flowers. As Connor tried to take a photo, a small bumble bee flew towards you. That made you scream/squeal and making your body turning into a defensive position.

A few seconds later you heard Connor laugh. “I-It’s not f-funny,” you giggled once the bee flew away from. “It is,” he now laughed. Not long after you saw Shawn jogging to Connor and you with concern in his eyes.

“What happened? I head you scream,” he helped you stand up.

“J-Just a b-bumble bee,” you giggled and gave his rosy cheek a soft peck. His face fell but shortly after he let out a giggle. “Gosh I’m so over protective,” he rubbed his tattooed hand over his face as he felt embarrassed.

“Yo, y/n. I got a really cool and cute picture when the bee came flying to you,” he walked over to the couple and showed them a picture of you in a defensive body position. “Wow,” came out of your mouth. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Conner quicky asked with a cute smile on his face.

“My girl is gorgeous. I’m lucky to have her,” Shawn said as he gave your temple a long kiss.

**

@//shawnmendes: what did I do to deserve her? Love u and your stutter <3

**

@//connorbrashier: love birds at a flower field @//shawnmendes @//yourusername

**

@//yourusername: bees like me apparently #flowerfield #bee

[cxramel-cat]

POSSESSION - chapter 10

Chapt. 01 ◾ Chapt. 02 ◾ Chapt. 03 ◾ Chapt. 04 ◾ Chapt. 05 ◾ Chapt. 06◾ Chapt. 07 ◾ Chapt. 08  ◾ Chapt. 09

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( INJUSTICE: GOD AMONG US VERSE ) 「one minute  one life change  one decision  one action 」 ────────── ❝ Why? ❞

The question wavered through Kal’s mind. He threw away the corpse he was holding. His attention settled on the boy who had witnessed his every action. His original plan was to kill the young Bruce Wayne from existing in the future. Joe Chill was making Kal’s job easier. The man was going to do the dirty work for him.

He could change things back, to the way they were supposed to be. No deaths. No betrayal. No Batman.

Mature Content: Detailed description of sexual intercourse between male and male & male and female.

Kal watched in silence as the man above him slowly ground himself deeper down onto his cock. He loved the tightness of Bruce's muscles clenching around his shaft. The human's thighs were trembling in exertion as he lifted himself up and down. His hands rested on Kal's shoulders for purchase, his head pressed against the corner of Kal's neck as the cock in Bruce's ass hit his prostate with pitless accuracy.

Kal loved the whimpers escaping from Bruce's stubborn lips. Shameless soft whines were forced from Bruce's throat with every deep thrust. The human would gasp out, little pleas for more stuck in his throat as he tried to secure the last piece of his pride. However, his body betrayed him as he twitched violently from the sinful pleasure.

"Beautiful," Kal whispered fondly. His hands reached up to grip Bruce's hip bones. He enjoyed the view of Bruce's trembling frame as the man impaled himself on Kal's cock. Kal knew how to awaken all of Bruce's erogenous zones. When he leaned forward to suckle at Bruce's shoulder blade, the man tightened up in response and gave out a moan of surprise.

Kal could take control of Bruce's motion easily, reducing the human into nothing more than a doll as he forced him to accept everything he gives to him. He could lift the human with ease, leaving only the head of his cock inside the man's body before sliding deep in again. He did so as he pleased, repeating the motions with a vicious delight.

Bruce clung to him, pleasured gasps and moans leaving his lips as he was forced to accept Kal's control. There was nothing the human could do, aside from allowing the Kryptonian to use him as he wished.

"You love everything I do to you, don't you?" Kal murmured. "You love how I am filling your starving ass. You want me, you always have, since the day we met. You were just too much of a coward to admit it, right?"

Bruce nodded, whimpers spilling from his mouth as Kal jerked the unsteady breaths from his lungs.

"Yes... yes..." He pressed his forehead to Kal's shoulder, pressing tiny gentle kisses to Kal's skin as he was moved, hitching breaths skimming across sweat. He moaned again as Kal gave a sharp thrust, head lolling forward as he panted, allowing Kal to see the glazed look in his eyes and the pretty flush which spread across his cheeks.

Kal stroked a hand across Bruce's cheek, holding him in place as he rocked deeper into Bruce's body, gleefully watching Bruce's mouth fall open in a filthy moan, eyes wide in sheer bliss.

"You'll never leave me again, right? This time, you'll stay. You will never try to escape again, because you understand that I am right. You could be my right-hand man, and we can have created the perfect world together. Tell me how much you need me, Bruce... Tell me that you're mine." He accompanied his words with sharp thrusts into Bruce's exhausted body, arousal already burning in his stomach.

"I-I'm yours, Kal," Bruce whined, eyes stared deep into Kal's. "I won't leave again! I won't! I promise, Kal—!"

★

Kal jolted awake. His heart was racing, and it hurt his chest. He could hardly breathe fast enough. He felt exhausted, although he was asleep just a few seconds ago. What a dream!

"Kal?" Diana, who sat in front of the makeup and was combing her hair, called out. "You're awake?"

Kal reply with a groan. Sleepily, he raised to his elbows, only to feel the stiffness in his trunks. Looking down, he saw his arousal tenting straight up.

'Damn it...' Kal grabbed the covers in his fists, feeling angry, disappointed and frustrated that his subconscious mind was giving him these sort of dreams, fantasies of things he wanted so badly, things he desired more than anything. It was something he could never have.

"Kal? What's wrong?" Kal didn't realize that Diana had moved. Currently, she was sitting next to him. Her hand reached out and touched his cheek. "You've been making noises in your sleep while I was in the shower. Was it a bad dream?"

Her hand guided him to look into her eyes. She was giving him the stare again — the look that was filled with love and care — but yet it didn't calm his frustration.

He let his gaze drop to her chest. She was wearing a loose robe. The swell of her breasts were barely concealed in the fabric. It was like an invitation for him, and he had taken up the bait. Again.

Kal toppled over Diana, his lips locked with hers and devouring her like a beast. He did not intend to stop, even if she tried to tell him that she had just came out from the shower and they have a meeting soon. He slipped through her mouth, licking and inspecting every corner of her mouth as he started to strip her off of the loose robe.

★

Kal tried to focus on Diana's moans. Her hands grasped his arms, her breasts bouncing underneath his grip... but slowly, it all dissolved into the imagination of Bruce. His moans would be deeper and stronger, like they rumbled up from his soul. Kal knew the strength in those hands, and the heat, and that mouth... would it be soft? Moist? Hot?

'Stop... stop thinking of him! Focus, Kal! Focus!'

It was no use. The fierce blue eyes were suddenly in his mind, glaring at him with a deviousness to them. It was as if Bruce knew precisely how he had wormed his way into Kal's mind.

Then those words from his dreams returned.

I'm yours... I won't leave again...

He had looked at him with such a tender gaze as he said those words.

If this was Bruce... If Bruce had wanted him...

That hot mouth, strong hands, those moans, those piercing blue eyes...

I promise! Kal—!

No... NO!

"... no ..." Kal's voice was frail as he slowed down his thrusts. He hadn't reached his climax and he wasn't even close. However, he'd started to feel sick. Everything about Diana; her breasts, her slender hips, her long hair, her voice - they didn't fit with what he truly wanted.

"Kal...?"

Diana's voice brought him back to reality. She was looking at him over her shoulder in confusion and concern. He was still hard and buried deep inside her, but he wasn't moving. The atmosphere was awkward, and Kal felt ashamed that he was thinking about another person when he had a goddess in front of him.

"... I... I'm sorry..." Kal didn't know what else he could say, aside from apologizing for being distracted when he was supposed to enjoy what he asked for. "I... don't feel so good."

"You're probably mentally exhausted from all those stress." That was the only reason which Diana could come up with. "Here, let me."

Gently, she guided him to lay back against the pillows. Diana ran a hand across his face, caressing his cheek as she slowly sat on his cock. Kal groaned out once his dick was planted deep in her. It felt good, the warm tightness of her insides wrapped around his cock, but it didn't feel right.

He had his hands around her hips, but he didn't take control. Diana rode his cock the way she knew he loved. Her eyes stared deep into his as their noses slightly rubbed against each other's. Her hair flowed down, brushing against his shoulder blade. Their lips were so close, and Kal knew that she was waiting for him to lean forward and kiss her.

But he didn't. Instead, his hands slid down from her hips and towards her ass. He gave the soft globes a tentative squeeze. Diana responded with a pleasured gasp as she ground herself on his cock.

Diana was beautiful. Plenty of men and women lusted over her, but she was always out of their reach. Kal was one of the rare breeds who'd had the honor to see and touch her body. He used to enjoy it, his priority of taking something which other people couldn't have.

But not today.

Kal closed his eyes, furrowing his brows in frustration. Sometimes, he closed down his senses and tried to imagine Diana as Lois. It was not a secret between them. Diana had always been understanding about the issue as she knows how deeply he had grieved for his wife.

But this time, Kal wasn't imagining Lois in his mind. Instead, it was the Bat who had been appearing in his dreams recently. Kal tried to remember how it all happened in his dream. Bruce riding on top of him, his strong arms wrapped around his neck, and Kal's hands were placed on his ass. The thoughts sent shivers running through his spine, but it wasn't enough.

"I could give you so much more," the Bruce in his imagination smiled slyly as he said. "Not only a hole to fuck, Kal. I could have given you a pleasure she could never give you..."

The entire scenario changed. All of sudden, Bruce was behind him and dressed in his Bat costume. His hands roamed around Kal's chest - pinching his nipples, rubbing his abs and licking his collarbone. All of the sensations was too much, and it caused Kal to strangle out a frustrated moan.

"Four years now and you could have killed me at any time, couldn't you? But then you'd have to admit how much you want to touch me again..."

During those sinful dreams, Kal had always imagined Bruce being the submissive one. However, that didn't mean that he wouldn't allow a dominant Batman to claim him as his. If Bruce had never betrayed him, he would have allowed the human to take him and claim him as his mate...

"Kal, relax..." His voice would be deeper than Diana. His hands were bigger and rougher than hers. His insides would not be moist like Diana's cunt, but it would be tighter... and feel better than what Kal usually had.

Close your senses. Lie back. Pretend it's Bruce.

"I'll take care of you, Kal. Just relax..."

Gentle words. Loving touches.

But not Bruce's voice. Not Bruce's scent. This was not Bruce.

Everything was just a fantasy. Because the reality was too painful and sad.

With an enraged growl, Kal gripped tight on Diana's ass and started to pull her down with every harsh thrust. His sudden action surprised Diana. However, she didn't mind the rough fucking. It didn't feel like the usual gentle love making they did whenever he tried to imagine her as Lois.

It felt different. It made her feel like this belonged to her.

Diana felt her hips tighten, her thighs tense up, her toes curl, and the muscles in her lower stomach began to constrict and shiver. She was already feeling exhausted, yet Kal had her worked up. Right now, she could hardly help but be overwhelmed by him. She grabbed him, clawing his shoulders, pulling him tight to her as she clenched hard and moaned out.

"Ngggh!"

Diana could feel deep throbs pulse within her as Kal groaned out in pleasure. The stickiness leaked out over her thighs. She was still clutching against Kal, her body involuntary clenching on Kal's cock as her breaths came in ragged gasps. His breathing was slow and heavy, matching hers.

Everything was perfect. They had never embraced each other during their intimate moment. There had always been a wall between them. Now, it felt like the wall had crumbled down and Kal was finally ready to accept her...

"... Bruce..."

Kal's voice was barely audible when he murmured the name under his breath. However, Diana heard it loud and clear. Her eyes bulged in shock at the name he had just called out.

That was the last straw. Diana pushed Kal off, getting out of bed. Her eyes threatened to well up with tears as she looked at him in anger and disgust.

"When I'm out of the shower, I want you out of my sight!"

★

"When is Kal coming home?"

Barry sighed. It was a good sight to see the boy start to grow familiar with him, but this was the sixth time Bruce had asked him the same question. To be honest, it was starting to distract Barry from the paperwork he was writing. However, there was no way Barry could get angry at Bruce. The child seemed lonely and bored.

Well, who could have blamed him?

He was stuck in the office room with Barry for the whole afternoon. And although Alfred did accompany the child, he was only given three hours. It was a rule set by Kal, since he didn't want Bruce to grow too attached to the British man.

"Probably tomorrow, Bruce." The boy dropped his gaze on the floor, pouting at Barry's reply. Chuckling at the child's behaviour, Barry tousled Bruce's hair. "Hey, I know you miss him, but he had work to do. You can understand, right?"

"Yeah..."

Bruce tightened his grip on his drawing book. Today, he had drawn an amazing picture of Kal and him having fun on a big, green field filled with colorful flowers. He was excited to show it to Kal, especially since the man was very interested in the drawing he did last time.

Barry took notice of the drawing book that Bruce hid behind his back. The child had been focused on his drawing for the past thirty minutes, which was a huge relief for Barry, as he had managed to finish writing most of his paperwork. Seeing how excited the child was when he drew, Barry's curiosity raised up.

"Can I have a look of the drawing?"

Bruce, a little surprised at Barry's interest, nodded before he gave the book to the adult.

Most of the papers in the artbook had been drawn on. There are a lot of stick figure drawings where at least one stick-person was wearing a red cape with a yellow 'S' sign. Barry smiled and continued through, recognizing Superman's insignia through the doodles. But as he flipped through pages, the adult began to notice another drawing pop up a lot as well.

On the recent pieces of drawing, the scenarios were often set in places such as the playground and garden.

The arts were hinting Bruce's silent desire to go out to the outside world. Ever since the child arrived here, he had never went out. He had always been locked down in the small space which was Kal's room and the office. The mere thought made Barry feel sorry for the boy, because he did not deserve to live like a prisoner.

"Hey, Bruce..." Barry knew he shouldn't, in any way, try and oppose Kal's rule. However, Bruce was alone and bored to death. It made Barry want to desperately do something to cheer the child up. "Do you want to go out? We could go to the playground for... thirty minutes? If you want."

Bruce's eyes widened in surprise as he froze in place. To tell the truth, he had been getting a little bored of staying inside. Kal was always busy during the day so Bruce had to keep himself occupied by drawing, reading the books or playing the video games. Normally, Bruce was okay at the fact that he had to stay alone... But recently, he had been craving outdoor games. Bruce missed playing at the playground. He had been wanting to tell Kal about his temptation of going outside, but he never had the chance to do so before the man left for his three-day work trip.

"I..." Bruce started, "I want to go to the playground... a-and can I have ice-cream too?"

It was against the rules. However, seeing how excited Bruce was at his suggestion, Barry decided that it was worth it. Blame his big mouth for giving the risky suggestion. But hey, the child's happiness was worth some minor risk!

"If you want, we could get ice-cream when we arrive at the playground." Barry smiled. "But you have to promise me that this will be a secret between us, okay? You can't tell anyone, not even Kal. Or else, we could never go out together again."

Bruce hesitated a little at the request, but he nodded.

"Well then, give me a minute." Flash slipped out of the room and went back to Bruce's room, where the child's clothes were being put. Hal, who happened to be standing outside of the office and who'd overheard the little conversation between Barry and Bruce, followed his friend from the back.

The yellow lantern's eyes widened when he realized what Barry was trying to do.

"What are you trying to do, Barry?"

Barry, unfazed by Hal's arrival, continue to rummage through Bruce's closet. "Finding a change of clothes for Bruce. Preferably a shirt with a hoodie."

Instantly, Hal grasped on one of Barry's hands.

"Are you insane?!" Hal's voice was a hoarse whisper, as he were afraid that someone might hear about what Barry was trying to do. "If Lord Superman found out about this, it won't go well, Barry. Did you forget what he did to my arm?"

"Kids this age are balls of energy. Besides, it's just a walk to the park, Hal. No one would realize if none of us tells them. Right?"

Barry's sudden stare irked Hal. The yellow lantern pulled away from his friend, looking as though the other man were crazy - which, in some ways, he was!

"You expect me to help you hide the evidence? Barry! How could you?!"

Barry was losing his patience, so he brushed past Hal. He heard the yellow lantern calling, but he just headed back to his office.

"Okay... here we go, Bruce."

Barry wouldn't deny the fact that his heartbeat rapidly at the ridiculous decision he was making. He was as good as dead if Kal ever found out about this. Everyone knew that Kal was merciless towards anyone who disobeyed his rules, even if they used to be his closest friends.

"Thank you, Barry!"

However, at this very moment, when Bruce showed his gratitude with the sincerest smile, it made Barry feel that all of his efforts were worth the risks he had to face.

It made him feel like a hero again.

"You're welcome, buddy."

To be continued.

[dorotheajanegilmore]

Closer to you - Chris Evans

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I could feel the mascara clumped around my lashes and under my eyes, it felt heavy gross. I opened my eyes and ran my pointer fingers along my lower lash line to remove the dark makeup. Disgustingly, I went to rub it into my pyjama bottoms only to meet my bare thighs. Then my eyes traveled to the white duvet. Mine currently has a Christmas cover that I couldn't be bothered to change and just kept washing.

I sat up and scanned the foreign room. The gigantic glass windows exposed NYC in all of its 7am glory. I was high up in an apartment on the Upper East Side. Fancy.

"Morning."

"Argh!" I jumped as Chris spoke from beside me. My chest heaved for a second as my eyes frantically found his. "Shit, Chris. You scared me. What am I doing here?"

Chris rubbed his eyes and sat up, the duvet slipping down and revelling his naked torso. His abs fully exposed and his tattoo drawing my eyes in, it was hard to look away. I knew it was impolite and was caught by a smirking Chris. "Do I impress you?"

"No...yes.”

His cheeks turned a bright shade of red and he shook his head. "I think from the clothes thrown around my room and our...lack there of, I'm guessing we slept together."

"You don't remember?" Narrowing my eyes and tilting my head back suspiciously as I spoke, I clutched his duvet closer to my chest and hoped for an honest answer.

He playfully rolled his eyes before shaking his head, no. "Well neither do you."

"Touchè.”

"Breakfast?"

"Breakfast."

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I slid on yesterday's clothes after a shower in Chris' fancy bathroom. When I stepped out of his bathroom into his bedroom, he had just returned from using the shower in the guest room. He had a grey towel wrapped around his waist and water droplets dripping down his abs, it was a knee-buckling sight for sure.

Chris caught her staring and smirked, a red blush spreading across his cheeks and up his neck. "Avert your eyes, Perri. Before you start dribbling." He winked at her and her jaw dropped.

She blushed wildly and closed her mouth. She scrunched her face up as she mentally cringed at how obviously she was gawping at him.

Chris put his can of body spray down and sauntered towards her. He held a hand out and she took it. He pulled her in until they were chest to chest. He wrapped an arm around her waist and used his free hand to push a loose wave out of her face and let that hand wonder down her arm. "I really like having you here. Waking up with you this morning...it felt right."

"It was nice." She nodded honestly. "I agree. I'm usually so awkward but this, it was natural."

A soft smile spread across his face as he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Their kiss was gentle and slow, as if they never wanted it to end. The pace quickened as if they were finding some sense of urgency. Alessia put her hand on his chest and pushed his back a little.

They pushed apart and Chris looked down at her, worried that he had done something wrong. "Everything okay?" He checked.

She nodded and bit her lip. "Yeah, god yes. I just think we should go a little slow."

"I think it's a bit late for that." He joked and she shook her head with a little giggle. Her laugh was the cause of his smile to widen. "You're so beautiful."

She blushed and instinctively covered her face with her hands. He had such a strong effect on her, somehow turning her to jelly with just a few words.

He chuckled and pried her hands from her face. "Don't act shy." He teased.

"I'm not acting. For some reason you make me all giddy and weird like a twelve year old experiencing their first crush."

"Well isn't that cute." Chris nodded to himself, blushing as she basically admitted she had a crush on him.

"Whatever." She waved him off. "Put on some pants so we can go get McDonald's breakfast. I don't care if your Captain America I want a bagel. My treat."

————

They stood separately in the elevator as the traveled down each floor to get to the lobby of Chris' building. The elevator contained them, a business man in his late forties, a posh elderly woman with pearls the size of tennis balls adorning her neck (an exaggeration but they were huge!) and a woman in her easy thirties eyeing up Chris.

Chris and Alessia kept stealing glances at each other, trying not to laugh at the awkward tension as the thirty year old woman twirled her hair around her finger and kept fluttering her eyelashes at him.

The elevator came to a stop and did a little bounce as it steadies itself on the mechanism, causing Alessia to stumble into Chris. He wrapped an arm around her and held her tight. "You alright?" He tried not to laugh.

She resented as the people on the elevator gave her questioning looks. She quickly nodded and stepped out behind the other people exiting the contraption.

"Excuse me?" The thirty year old called to Chris. Her eyes firmly planted on his arm around the other woman.

"Yes, Ma'am?" Chris replied politely. The 'Ma'am' calling caught her off guard and she stuttered and stammered and tried to collect her words.

"I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go grab a coffee?" She smiled, unfazed by Alessia's raised brow.

Chris looked down at Alessia before bask at the woman. "I'm sorry but I have company. Thanks for the offer though."

To get away from the awkward situation as quickly as possible, Chris simply span around and power walked to the front of the lobby, basically pulling Alessia with him as his hand was still on her waist.

"My god that was strange." Alessia looked back at him as she pushed open the glass door, not paying attention to what was waiting out front for her.

As soon as she stepped out into the New York breeze, her ears were filled with sound of cameras clicking and men shouting. Her head snapped in their direction only to have her vision blurred by bright flashes and having microphones and recording devices shoved in her face.

Her body seemed to be flooded with so much panic that she froze. She stared at the paparazzi in front of her with so much shock and fear that she felt like she couldn't physically move.

Chris watched the situation unfold from behind her and quickly sprang into action. Protection mode quickly took over him and he slung his arm around her and began to pull her away. She began to walk again as she focused on the man escorting her down the street.

They ran around the corner and could here the distant sound of running as the paparazzi followed them. One of them even tripping and dropping their camera.

"TAXI!" Chris yelled and stuck out his thumb.

The yellow cab pulled up at the curb and Chris practically ripped open the door. He gently pushed the bottom of her back until she was in the cab. He quickly slid in beside her and slammed the door.

"Where to?" The pale man asked as he flicked his cigarette out of the window.

"Drive until we lose the the press and I'll double the fee."

"I'll tip." Alessia added in a breathless voice, clearly shaken by the experience.

"Wooah." The man smiled. "You got." He said in a thick New York accent before speeding away from the curb into the busy street.

Chris let out a puff of air as he put on his seat belt and held Alessia at his side. He heard her sigh and rest his head on top of hers, silently hoping that this didn't make her hate him.

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[riseandshinelittleblossom]

Kismet : Chapter one ~Falling for You

Okay some of you may or may not remember this fic as it was the very first one I ever posted on my old blog, but I’ve decided (with gentle nudging) to repost it. As always if you’d like to be added or removed from the tag let me know.

Pairing: Maxwell x OC (Charlotte Scott)

Song from the Title: “Falling for You” by Colbie Caillat

Disclaimer: Maxwell belongs to PB...Unfortunately. As does Riley

Tags: @fullbeaumonty @ritachacha @cocomaxley @leelee10898 @speedyoperarascalparty @ao719 @choiceswreckedme

      Charlotte stepped out onto the beach the sun bright and high in the sky above.

       “I’ve never seen water so clear,” she said as her sister finally caught up to her.

       “Well I’ve never seen so many sexy guys in one place,” Riley retorted.

       “Of course, that’s all you care about.”

       “C’mon Charlie, we’re on vacation. Hot guys are what we’re supposed to be thinking about. Besides, we only have this one week in Crete, I’m not gonna waste it reading in the sand.”

     Charlotte gripped the book in her hand a little tighter while her sister continued.“I plan to find me one of these hotties and get swept up in a steamy summer romance!”

     “Yeah, yeah Riley. Go on ahead and chase your Greek prince charming. I’m gonna find a place to set up.”

     Riley smiled and raced off toward the water. Charlotte surveyed the beach, one hand shielding her eyes from the sun. She selected a spot not far from the water and laid out her blanket. In no time she was completely engrossed in her novel.

      “Watcha readin’?” a voice rang out. She snapped her head up to find the source. A man with chocolate brown hair approached her as he emerged from the water. Charlotte marveled at the sight of the ocean water dripping down his perfectly tanned, chiseled abs. She could feel her jaw drop reflexively and her cheeks got hot.

      “Watcha readin’?” he repeated coming to a stop in front of her, his body blocking the sun.

      “Oh, uh, ‘1984,’” she stammered, unable to think for a moment.

      “Is it any good?” he asked.

      “I would recommend it.”

      “Same. It’s one of my favorites,” he almost sighed the response.

      He smiled and took a seat in the sand beside her, his body still dripping and glistening. “Still, I can’t help but feel like you’re wasting this beach.” H smiled and shot her a sideways glance.

      “Oh, I guess so. Sun’s out fun’s out, right?”

      “Exactly.”

     She extended her hand to him, closing the book without bothering to mark her page.

      “I’m Charlie,” she said.

      “Max.”

       “Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

        “Believe me, Charlie, the pleasure’s all mine.” Again, she blushed, and he continued, “So wuddaya say? Care to take a dip? Or maybe we can take a walk in the surf.” Over Max’s shoulder Charlotte saw Riley approaching with a smug grin and she motioned for Charlotte to “shoo.”

   “Sounds good,” she replied. A smile flashed across Max’s face as he rose eagerly from the sand. He extended a hand to Charlotte and she accepted it smiling.

    They started down the beach in contented silence for a few moments before Max asked, “Are you just visiting Crete?”

    Charlotte nodded. “My older sister and me.”

    “Older sister, huh? Should I be worried?”

     “About?”

   “I dunno. I’d hate to get my ass kicked for, ya know, trying to seduce you or something.”

   “Are you trying to seduce me?” she smirked.

    “That depends. You feeling seduce-able?”

      “Perhaps.”

     Max laughed. “I will admit, for the record, I think you’re smokin’ hot.”

     “You’re not so bad yourself. So, what about you? Are you just visiting?”

     He nodded bending to pick up a seashell. He turned it over in his hands.

    “Business or pleasure?”

    “S’all about the beaches, Baby. I come to Crete as often as I can.”

    “So, can I say something? Just for the record?”  Max raised an eyebrow expectantly.

     “That,” Charlotte began pointing at the tattoo on his right pectoral muscle,“is the most adorable hippo tat I’ve ever seen.”

    “Why thank you.”

    “I want to get a tattoo. It’s part of my 10-year plan.” Again, Max raised an eyebrow.

    “It’s not what you think. It’s more like a bucket list I suppose, just fun stuff I wanna do before I turn thirty.”

   “That’s pretty cool, actually. What else is on it?” Charlotte bit her lip thoughtfully.

    “I mean there’s the tattoo….travel to Greece, which I’m currently doing…go skydiving.”

    “Ya know, if you’re interested, I can take you to the shop where I got this bad boy done.” He pointed to his chest. “The shop’s not far from here. Maybe we can get some dinner after?” Charlotte’s eyes lit up and she beamed.

    “I’d love that! Although I should probably head back to the hotel and change first.”

   “Me too. Wanna meet back here in an hour?”

    “That’s perfect. I’ll see ya then.”

     “I can’t wait.”

     Catching her off guard, Max leaned in and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before he turned to leave.

***************

     Max stood on the beach enjoying the sea breeze as it ruffled his white button down.

    “It got windy.” Charlotte mused. He turned around to find her walking toward him in a yellow, off the shoulder sundress, her crimson hair flying wildly in the breeze. For a moment he was stunned into silence.

   “You ready?” she asked.

    “Uh, you know it! Let’s get you off of this beach before you fly away.” He extended her an arm and she took it.

    “Such a gentleman.”  she teased, grinning..

    “Only the best for my beautiful date.”

    “So, this is a date. Just how many girls do you take to this tattoo parlor, mister?”

    “So far? Hmmm...Just the one, but she sure is somethin’.”  Charlotte grinned and this time, Max was pretty sure it touched her ears.

    They strolled up to a tiny shop and Max held the door open for her. “Milady.” He bowed slightly.

    “Why thank you, fine sir.” Charlotte giggled.

    As they stepped into the entryway Max asked, “Have you decided what you’re gonna get?”

    She shook her head. “Nah, I’ll know when I get in the chair.”

     “Ooooo impulsive. I love it.” He flashed her a giddy grin.

     “Something about you makes me feel that way.” She replied with a wink.

       A short time later they emerged onto the streets of Crete. Charlotte was sporting a small piece of clear wrap over her fresh ink.

      “Alright, I have to ask. Why ‘serendipity?’”

   “It’s one of my favorite words. It basically means a series of events leading up to a happy accident. I dunno,it just felt right.”

    Max grabbed her shoulders and examined the small script just below her left collarbone. He angled his head this way and that. “I like it. It suits you.” he declared with a decisive nod.

    “Well thank you,” Charlotte replied,  “Now, I believe I was promised food. I kinda like you, so I would hate for you to see me when I’m hangry. You wouldn’t like me when I’m hangry.” She gritted her teeth in mock ferocity.

       “Okay, Lady Hulk. To dinner!”

    Max started down the street and Charlotte stealthily slid her hand into his. She rested her head on his shoulder and he glanced down at her. The warmth of her body made Max giddy.

   They reached a bistro style restaurant with an outdoor deck and slowly made their way past the sign that read “Please have a seat” in both Greek and English. Max selected a table in the corner and pulled out a chair for Charlotte.  After placing their order Charlotte said, “Tell me more about you, Max. I feel like I’ve been talking about myself all day.”

      “Well I’m an open book. What would you like to know?”

       “What about your family? You must have one.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and Max watched her, entranced. His gaze followed her finger as it trailed down the length of her hair and rested on her shoulder as she propped her elbow on the table.

   “Hello? Earth to Max! You okay?” Charlotte snapped him back to life.

   “Right! Sorry…My family. Um, I have an older brother. Mom died when I was fifteen. And, uh, and then Dad died last year. So, yeah my brother is all I have left.”

   “I am such a jerk and I immediately regret asking that. I’m sorry.” The waiter returned with their food and then promptly dismissed himself.

   Max sighed. “S’okay. It is what it is. I mean, I miss them; but dwelling on it won’t bring them back. Like I always say no other way but forward. So--”

  Charlotte interrupted. “My dad used to say that before he…. No other way but forward.”

   “He sounds like a wise man.” He smiled. “You know, you look beautiful in the sunset.”

    He laughed as he watched her cheeks flash red. “Do you always blush so much? As much as I’ve seen you do it today I’m beginning to think it must be a sunburn.”

     “Who’s blushing?!”    

     “You, Miss Blushy-pants!” They both laughed.

      “No. I usually don’t. Guess it must be the company.” Charlotte replied as her lips curled seductively.

         After dinner the pair headed towards the hotel.

        “Of all the hotels on this island, I can’t believe we’re staying at the exact same one.” Max mused.

     “I know, right? It must be a stroke of…well, serendipity.”

     He squeezed her hand a little and she returned the gesture. They walked a few paces in silence, Max unable to stop staring at her. The moonlight on her soft features made her look almost angelic. “So, I have a confession to make.” He said.

    “Spill that tea, Mister.”

   “I was supposed to head home today; but when I went back to the hotel to change I extended my stay. I hope I’m not being presumptuous, but I wanted to stick around and see what kind of shenanigans we could get up to.”

   “Max! Are you asking me on a second date before the first one’s even over?” She elbowed him playfully, a laugh on her lips. “How do you know I’ve even enjoyed this one? Hmmm?”

   “Just a hunch. Am I jumpin’ the gun?”

   “No,” she giggled,“I’d love to be your partner in shenanigans.”

    She turned to face him as they reached the hotel. Standing on her tiptoes she leaned close to him, her hands on his shoulders. He wrapped his arm around her waist and jolted forward covering her lips in a heated kiss. It was brief, but his whole body tingled as he pulled away.

   “Those are the best kinds of shenanigans,” she purred.

   “Seconded.” Max smirked.

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Mine looks like this: Last login: Thu Jun 23 22:10:30 on ttys001 Welcome to fish, the friendly interactive shell Type help for instructions on how to use fish ~ ❯ It will differ depending on the system and configuration you have. When you start the Unix command line, you will get some kind of greeting. What are environment variables, and what can you use them for?.It is used by the terminal to locate the command you write. Look at what files are in a directory and filter out files or directories you are not interested in.Navigate around the file system just as you would do with a graphical file manager.In this article, I will teach you how to do the following things: Searching images of a graphical UI is much harder. These notes can later easily be retrieved using search tools. Complex operations which you easily forget how to do, so you can easily copy to a notebook and write an explanation. Text-based interfaces in contrast are straightforward to explain in articles such as this one.

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Finding the right buttons to click or dialogs to open may require a video or series of images with careful step-by-step instructions. Large and complex graphical applications can be hard to learn. It is true that it is easier to understand a graphical user interface, but only up to a point. The second point requires some justification. Text-based interfaces naturally lend themselves to automation, which can be a big time saver.Complex graphical interfaces are harder to learn than complex text-based interfaces.They often prove a lot more power and flexibility.But text-based interfaces have numerous advantages which are hard to replicate in graphical user interfaces: Why should you learn how to use a Unix command line interface? Isn’t it much easier to just click around in a file manager? Indeed, graphical user interfaces tend to be easier to explore and learn. Finder file manager showing Godot directory