#samuel is the prettiest

[almostliving84]

Beautiful week in Sweden with the best people 🥰 @emperoredenofsweden @the-colour-in-everything @levok

[angel5ofp0rn]

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mission prep

[brklynlewis]

pretty de madrid <3

[thepsychopompsthrenody]

I wrote a love letter inspired by this post, and most especially this piece:

Below the cut so I don't crowd everyone.

“But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human.”--Kurt Vonnegut

When we spoke for the last time, I told you there was a door. I asked you to meet me there, halfway, but I was really only asking can you forgive me, really only wondering if I hold out my hand, will you take it? 

You said: “I can’t”. 

You hung up the phone, and I loved you so much I went outside to feel it. That night I prayed on a porch in the rain. You tell me you ended the call and you cried? My love, I ended the call and made a summer storm. 

I told you there was a door. I should have told you: I burned the door and I won’t look back, not like Orpheus, not like Lot’s wife, not like salt. I could make my every remaining breath an apology for what I didn’t say and still I would never be finished. 

But before

Before all that, there was this. There was 

“You look at her with eyes of love”. 

a moment so uncanny it felt almost like Bukowski

a dream I could visit again and again

So I do. Each time, it begins as it always does. First it’s

so beautiful, my god, she is so beautiful I can barely meet her eyes, so beautiful, my god, with her face like a light, so

Then it’s

“You look at her with eyes of love”

Then it’s

raining. So I call stop, step out of frame, change the ending because in dreams, nothing ends in rain. And so

Maybe this time I’ll dream you as Moira and make myself Orestes. Not Orpheus, not Lot’s wife, not salt. I will say

Orestes: Where have I seen you before?

You will say

Moira: In a dream.

I will say

Orestes: A thousand years ago. 

But I will really still be asking can you forgive me, really still be wondering if I hold out my hand, will you take it? You will say

Moira: In a dream.

I loved you, of course I did, and you can call me a liar but after seven years, Helena, I can still just barely meet your eyes. Tell me, what do you think that means? I am no longer asking your forgiveness. They say, “you can’t go home again”. I don’t need to go back. 

Once, when I tried to explain you to someone I said, “If everything were very different, somewhere, somehow, I would live with her even when we became ghosts”. They said, “Would she do the same for you?”. No, never, not in this world. She is a cusp, forest fire, smoldering earth. Fire signs, such obvious creatures, radiating light and causing pain. Earth signs, dependent on the telestial, needing to hold and be held. We are so different. 

Do you ever wonder about the multiverse? Of course you don’t. You are so certain of every single thing. But I do. I don’t ever wonder about Heaven, though; I know. But

But if you are correct, if there is no heaven, if we evolve and then evolve once more, world without end, amen, I will ask you this: I ask you to meet me in the next life. Meet me in a dream. Meet me in every iteration hereafter. In the meantime, my love, be of good heart. Be good. 

“What do we do now, now that we are happy?”--Samuel Beckett

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 28

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words: 5k

Masterlist

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Thursday, December 31; 12:00 PM - Home.

- What if your new friends don’t like me?

- Mapi, that’s enough.

- No, seriously, I don’t know them and they don’t know me either, remember?

- You’ve got nothing to worry about, I said, rolling my eyes for the umpteenth time.

Since we woke up, she’s been second-guessing her decision to accept my New Year’s invitation. She had a whole week to think it over, and now she’s reacting. She was so enthusiastic at first. Now I’m getting all these “Are you sure?” and “What if…?” questions. I don’t think I can take much more.

- Anyway, it’s too late to back out now, I replied calmly.

- Pff... Are you almost done packing your suitcase?

- Yeah, I’m good.

- Are you going to tell me who all these gifts are for?

- You’ll find out soon enough. Are you ready? We’ll be leaving shortly.

- I’ve been ready since yesterday, she chuckles. I think you’re the one we should be asking.

- I should have everything.

I’ve checked at least three times to make sure. Since I won’t be coming back to Barcelona, I need to make sure I don’t forget anything. My next return could be months away or just a week.

- Do you really think we made the right choice? We could always stay here.

- Stop it, my friends are great. You’ll love them just as much as they’ll love you, I’m sure of it.

- So, how’s it going to work, then?

Even though I’ve explained it to her a hundred times, I think it reassures her to hear it again. I still wonder why she’s so anxious. I’m sure everything will go just fine.

- Alexia and Alba are landing at practically the same time as us. We’ll wait for each other and then take a taxi together to Leah’s place. That way, you’ll get to know my roommate ahead of time. She’s really excited to meet you.

- Hmm... Anyway, I don’t have a choice, do I?

- Nope, I giggled. It’s time to go. Hector must be waiting for us.

She grabs her things without much enthusiasm. I laugh as I follow her out. Her suitcase is small compared to mine. We say goodbye to Samuel and Sofia, who were waiting for us at the door. My mother, Marcus, and Joan had already left around ten this morning to visit friends who live a few hours away. I got up at nine on purpose to say goodbye to Joan. It wasn’t hard since I was already awake.

- Have a great time, girls, Sam and Sofia wish us.

- Thanks, have a great evening too.

I give them one last hug as they thank me for the gift I gave them. It wasn’t much, but I wanted to mark the occasion. They leave at the same time as we do since no one will be home. I’m glad they can enjoy the rest of their day with family. As for Hector, he still has a bit of work to do, driving us to the airport. The return is close now.

Thursday, December 31; 4:00 PM - Manchester Airport.

I stretch and yawn loudly, to Mapi’s amusement. I need to stretch my legs after the two-hour flight. I slept really well, even with Mapi’s presence. Shay greeted me as we got off the plane. Mapi can’t believe I know a girl like her. She gives me a playful shove after we pass her, still glancing back.

- Goodness. Why do you always attract the prettiest ones? she laughs.

- You can have her, I say with a smile, knowing her tastes. She’s just friendly, that’s all.

- Uh-huh. It’s true you’re saving yourself for Bronze, she teases back.

I roll my eyes, keeping my smile, not responding to avoid fueling her idea. My only hope is that she’ll behave in front of my friends tonight. No one knows about my relationship with my boss. I’ve given her enough pointers on what to avoid saying or doing. I don’t know why, but knowing her, I probably should’ve avoided it. She might do the exact opposite just to mess with me. Her arm drops as we reach the airport. We’ve barely passed the arrival barriers when a new brunette practically leaps onto me. I laugh as I feel her legs wrap around my waist, forcing me to support her by the thighs to avoid a spectacular fall.

- I missed you sooo much! she exclaims, her voice rising into a high pitch at the end.

- I missed you too, guapa!

I glance to my side where Mapi seems to have trouble processing what she’s seeing, from what I can tell. These next few days will be very enlightening for her. She’ll probably understand why these exceptional people make me want to stay here. Especially Alexia, who remains one of my favorites because of her persistence. She somehow managed to break through my physical barriers with her tactile nature.

Her voice goes high-pitched at the end. I smile, noticing Mapi’s puzzled expression beside me. She certainly didn’t expect me to accept such an embrace from anyone other than her. She’s going to understand a lot over these next few days.

- You must be Mapi? I hear despite being muffled by Alexia. I���m Alba Putellas.

- That’s me, and I know who you are, Bonita, replies my best friend.

Mapi’s trademark tact hasn’t changed. As if remembering her presence, Alexia finally lets go of me. I’m barely surprised when she hugs Mapi next. Mapi seems slightly awkward at first but accepts the contact out of politeness. I take advantage of their meeting to greet Alba in turn.

- Good to see you again, Princess. Glad to be back where it all began?

- Princess, huh? Mapi interjects before I have a chance to reply. Why don’t you ever tell me things like this? They’ve got you figured out, she laughs.

- Should I tell them how you were acting a few hours ago so you don’t start? I jokingly threaten.

- I think that’s enough, she says, pulling a face. By the way, what time is it? Is it normal that I’m starving?

- Four o’clock, but it must be the jet lag, comments Alexia.

- Yeah, that’s exactly it. Good thing I came prepared, right?

- Awh, you’re the best anyway.

I smile, digging into my bag to pull out some cookies I grabbed at the last minute in the kitchen. I expected she’d be hungry. I was just like her on my first trip here. She munches on them as we head to the baggage carousel to collect our luggage. Alba and Alexia have already retrieved theirs, which means they landed well before us. Once we’ve all got our bags, we head out. Alexia had reserved a taxi to take us to Leah and Alessia’s place. The taxi is late, making Mapi grumble, who now, instead of being hungry, is cold. I had warned her there’d be a big temperature difference between Barcelona and here, but she didn’t listen. From what I can see, it hasn’t snowed too much yet. To our relief, the taxi finally arrives, shutting my best friend up. Alba sits up front while I find myself sandwiched between my two friends in the back seat. I regret my spot when they start chatting with each other the whole way. At least I don’t have to worry about them getting along, though I had very little doubt. I knew everything would be fine. Thankfully, the trip was short. Leah and Alessia live just outside downtown in a spacious house, not too big and not too small. Alba takes care of paying the taxi while we unload our bags from the trunk. Leah herself opens the door before we even have to ring. I’m at the front of the group, so I’m the first to hug her.

- Hey, Princess, I didn’t know you were so sentimental, she laughs. You’re slipping in my book.

- Be grateful you’re getting a hug from her, I had to work hard to get the first one, comments Alexia.

- Seriously! You wouldn’t believe how long it took me to get the first one, Mapi chimes in.

- Hey, you two, I can manage you separately, but if you team up, this isn’t going to work.

They exchange a knowing look that tells me I’m going to regret bringing them together. In the end, the one who’s going to be jealous will probably be me. They get along even better than I imagined. I move forward when Leah invites us in. Alessia arrives shortly after we enter to greet us as well.

- Are we the first ones? Alba asks.

- Yeah, Patri and Claudia should be here soon, Leah replies. They said they’re picking up Maya and Ella on the way.

- Owh, that’s a lot of names to remember, Mapi comments.

I smile, understanding her on that point. Not long ago, I barely knew half of them, but I eventually learned everyone.

- There aren’t that many, Alexia reassures her.

- Maybe, but at the same time, Ona never talks to me about you guys, she retorts.

- Are you kidding me? I exclaim, offended.

- OK, how about I give you a tour of the house? Alessia suggests to avoid our debate.

- Good idea, let’s do that, Alexia agrees, not without teasing us.

We follow Alessia through the house. We start in the large living area we’re already in. It combines the living room and dining room, along with the kitchen in the back left corner. This layout creates a big, well-divided space. The decor is neither too old nor too modern. It’s a lot like the house I grew up in. We continue upstairs where we bring our luggage. She shows us the bathroom, the toilets, then the three main bedrooms, and two smaller guest rooms. She explains that there will be four rooms with three people each tonight.

- Well, I guess the three of us will be together, Alexia says. Is that okay with you, Alessia?

- Yes, yes, of course. Whatever you want.

She lets us choose between the two guest rooms, even though they’re practically identical. A mattress has been added to each room, leaving little space for our stuff, but with some organization, we manage. Alessia leaves us to help the other with the preparations. We thank her before she disappears downstairs.

- Want to share a bed? Mapi suggests. I mean, if you don’t mind, Alexia.

- No problem, she replies. You’ve known each other longer, so it’s only natural.

- Ona?

- We’ve been sharing a bed for almost two weeks. One more night won’t bother me.

- So it’s settled, she concludes.

I silently thank Mapi for her suggestion. She’s saving me from a tricky situation. I love Alexia, but I’m not ready to share a bed with her. That’s still a boundary for me. Before joining the others, we finish bringing up the rest of our things. Well, mostly Alexia’s and mine since Mapi doesn’t have as much as we do. She still comes down with us to take Alba’s things, which we put in Leah’s room as requested.

- You could’ve told me Alexia was so gorgeous, Mapi comments once we’re alone. Do you think I’ve got a chance with her?

- No, forget it, I giggled. I already told you she has a girlfriend and it’s serious. I didn’t bring you here to hit on my friends, I frowned.

- I was joking, she giggles. But still, what a shame. She must be a heartbreaker... Just like you, it seems.

- Really? Why do you say that?

- Didn’t you see how Alessia was eyeing you?

- What? Alessia? I laugh. Are you out of your mind?

- Didn’t you notice? she’s surprised. I’m telling you, she’s got a crush on you! Pay more attention when you’re with her.

- If you say so...

We stop talking when Alexia returns from Leah’s room. She smiles at us as she approaches.

- Everything good?

- Yep, we can go down and help the others.

And that’s what we do. The conversation with Mapi leaves me a bit puzzled, though. I would’ve liked to keep talking about it so she could explain how she came to that conclusion. I’ll pay more attention; maybe I’ll figure it out myself.

When we get downstairs, we find a completely transformed living room that we had barely recognized earlier. Leah and Alba have totally changed it by moving the couches and some furniture to create more space. They’re currently adding a table and chairs for tonight.

- "Alessia is in the kitchen if you’re looking for her," someone says.

We thank them and head to the kitchen, where we find Alessia busily working at the stove. Alexia immediately volunteers to help her. As for Mapi and me, to avoid overcrowding the kitchen, Alessia suggests we take care of the drinks in the meantime, which delights Mapi to no end.

- "The garage door is here," Alessia shows us at the entrance. "Everything’s in the car trunk. Just put whatever you can in the fridge."

- "For the alcohol, I’ve set up a table here," Leah tells us, not far away.

- "Got it, we’ll handle that."

Everyone goes back to their tasks as Mapi and I head to the garage. It’s a very well-organized space, divided into three areas. The first area near the door has a lot of storage cabinets and even a collection of wine bottles that we definitely don’t have permission to touch. On the other side, there’s a workshop space that’s just as orderly. In the middle, there are two parking spaces, one of which is empty, presumably because their parents are using the car since they’re not here. We don’t waste any time and open the trunk, which is indeed full of various bottles. Since most people stayed in Manchester, we agreed that Leah and Alba would handle the shopping and we’d split the bill among the participants tonight. All we had to do was bring the money and list our preferences to make sure everyone was happy.

- "Wow, there’s enough here to really get hammered," comments Mapi. "Beer, vodka, tequila, Jack Daniel's..." she lists off as she sees them. "They thought of everything!"

- "Help me out instead of snooping!"

- "Yeah, yeah, easy there, mini-commander."

- "Shut up, idiot," I say with a small smile.

She mocks me while balancing several bottles in her arms. We start by filling the kitchen fridge, then the garage fridge that Leah showed us. After that, we set up the alcohol on the table in the living room, preparing the cups that go with it. For what we can’t store, we place them next to the garage fridge to refill it as needed. When we return to the kitchen, the girls have finished preparing the meat platters. We agreed to have a raclette grill, as it was the simplest and least troublesome option given our group size. All we had to do was prepare the platters, as the butcher had already cut the red and white meat. Alessia added some salads and sauces like mayonnaise and ketchup to go with it. Another raclette machine is supposed to be brought by Patri. Speaking of her, they just arrived, right as we finished the final preparations. Leah and Alba had time to change in the meantime. I’m surprised to see that they all made the effort to wear a dress tonight. Now it’s our turn to get ready for the party. Maya and Ella join us as we go upstairs. I learned that they’re from here, like Patri and Claudia. I also learned that the only person not coming tonight is Misa, who already had plans. I don’t know her very well, so it doesn’t really bother me. In a few minutes, Alessia’s room turns into a real mess. Six girls just invaded her space with a ton of clothes.

- "How about this?" I ask for their opinion, showing a pair of black jeans and a shirt.

- "Ugh. Are you kidding?" says Mapi. "Good thing I brought you some clothes."

Oh no… I’m already dreading this just from hearing that sentence. I knew she would bring me things without asking. I already regret it just seeing her pull out my navy blue dress with a long V-neckline. I love wearing it, but it wasn’t at all what I had in mind for tonight. She holds it up to the others, who gasp just at the sight of it. The back is covered in lace. As for the length, it reaches mid-thigh, like almost all the dresses Mapi managed to make me buy.

- "Oh my God!" exclaims Alexia. "It’s gorgeous! You have to wear it!"

- "Really?" I say, groaning.

- "Absolutely!" adds Ella. "It must look amazing on you!"

- "It looks incredible on her," agrees Mapi. "And don’t forget the heels, right?"

She says this while dangling the matching stilettos on her finger. I hate her so much right now. It’s like she chose my outfit without asking for my opinion.

- "I’m sure it’ll look great on you," comments Alessia.

- "Of course it’ll look good on her. Sexier than this and you die, right Batlle?" she says, slapping my butt.

I glare at her, knowing exactly what she’s trying to do. She’s trying to prove she’s right about Alessia.

- "Come on, go put it all on," urges Alexia.

She hands me everything and practically throws me out of the room, leaving me no choice but to pick another outfit. I sigh as I head to the bathroom to change. At least Mapi had the sense to think of everything. She brought me a pair of tights. She’s not my best friend for nothing. She knows I hate wearing a dress without tights. When I’m ready, I return to the room, and it’s no surprise that my outfit is approved. Then it’s Alexia’s turn, followed by Mapi and Alessia to change. Everyone has put on a dress, so I feel somewhat reassured. Mapi hasn’t had any trouble fitting in with my new friends so far. I’m glad she gets along with everyone. Then again, she’s never been unsociable, quite the opposite. I still wonder why she was so anxious. She especially gets along well with Alexia. My best friend’s extravagant personality blends perfectly with Alexia’s good mood. For the next part of the preparations, we return to our room to do our makeup. It’s impossible to do it in Alessia’s room, where we’d all be crammed.

- "Don’t you think Alessia has a thing for Ona?"

- "Stop with that," Mapi.

- "No, she’s absolutely right," agrees Alexia. "I wanted to talk to you about it before we left, but Bronze came too quickly. Even though your exchange was intense, she seemed to like that you’re lesbian."

- "Aha!" exclaims Mapi. "See!"

- "Yeah, yeah, whatever!" I roll my eyes.

Alexia teases us. Seeing that I’m not thrilled with the conversation, she changes the subject to our plans for the end of the evening. She still hasn’t changed her mind about joining her girlfriend. She’s very careful when she talks about it, knowing how I reacted in the messages. She must have realized I wasn’t too keen on the idea.

- "What’s the plan?" Mapi asks excitedly.

I had filled Mapi in. If I leave, it won’t be without her, which Alexia completely understands. Although I know she can handle herself alone, there’s no way I’m leaving her here.

- "If Alba finds out, we’re dead…" I whisper.

- "Don’t be a killjoy," Mapi exclaims. "If the love of your life were two blocks away, you’d go too. I know it! I’m surprised Alba doesn’t know, though. You seem close."

- "She’s very… protective," she grimaces. "If she knew who I’m dating, she’d lock me up for life."

She’s joking, but knowing Alba, it’s not far from the truth. I’ve never seen anyone so caring about their family as she is. It’s like Alexia is the most precious thing she has. That’s probably true.

- "So, where will your guy be?" she continues her questioning.

- "Not far. She’s spending the evening with her friends, maybe five or ten minutes’ walk away. We haven’t seen each other in a while, so I really want to go. She wasn’t too keen at first, but she finally gave in to my insistence."

- "So, if I sum up the situation, we just need to distract Alba long enough for us to leave. The best plan is to get her drunk, right?"

We laugh with Alexia. She’s just proving she’s still far from knowing my friends. Alba will probably be the last to get drunk tonight if we all start drinking. Over time, I’ve learned that she’s very attentive to those close to her and likes to look after the people she cares about.

- "I doubt she’ll drink much alcohol. Am I wrong?"

- "No, you’re right," Alexia sighs, shaking her head. "She’ll drink, but not to the point of forgetting the evening. But," she starts with a mischievous smile, "I want you to drink."

- "Me?" I ask in surprise when she points at me. "Why?"

- "Because this is the first party we’re having together. I know you drink at parties, and I want us to go crazy, like it’s our first and last night together."

I smile sadly. I know exactly what she’s thinking. Will we get to have another night like this? Tonight is an exception, and no one can say if it will happen again.

- "Bronze won’t be happy if she finds out…"

The words slip out before I can stop them. Once again, she’s the first thing I think of. I know she kind of gave me a free pass for tonight, but I promised her I’d be reasonable. Knowing that I didn’t listen to her will bother me more than I’d like to admit. Mapi groans in frustration.

- "Stop thinking about her for two seconds," she grumbles. "She’s not your mother, and you have the right to have fun."

- "I know, but… I don’t know," I shrug. "I just don’t feel the need anymore."

- "You say that now. We’ll see after your third drink."

I chuckle, shaking my head in amusement. She’s probably right. Mapi often plays bartender for me at parties. If she serves me things that go down like water, I’ll probably break my promises quickly.

- "I don’t want to lie to her when I get back, and we’ll definitely talk about the party."

- "No one’s asking you to lie. Just leave out that little detail."

My best friend’s determination makes me sigh. I won’t win on this topic. If she’s decided to make me drink, she’ll do it, and she’ll succeed. She has this persuasive influence over me that I can never resist. Sometimes I wonder who would win between her and Lucy now that she’s in my life. Has she dethroned her? I can’t say at this moment. Our conversation is interrupted by Alessia, who comes to check if we’re ready. We’re surprised to see it’s already seven o’clock. It seems everyone is already waiting for us downstairs.

- "We’re coming," Alexia announces.

She nods, lingering a bit. I realize when I turn around that she’s looking at me a little longer than the others before quickly leaving and closing the door behind her. The girls giggle, teasing me about the moment. After that, we decide to head down to start our last night of the year. We greet the last to arrive, Laia, before sitting in the remaining seats. Leah and Alba did a great job setting up the little appetizer table. They added chairs so everyone has a place. Of course, I’m seated between Alexia and Mapi. My eyes linger on the many appetizers arranged on the small living room table in front of us.

- "Alessia made everything this morning," Leah, who’s sitting next to Mapi, tells me.

- "Impressive," I say sincerely.

- "I know, right? She was on a mission. No one could stop her," she says with a laugh.

I smile timidly before looking around. I’m happy to be here. I really missed everyone. I feel like I belong here with them.

- "So, what can I get you guys?" she asks the group.

The evening starts off slowly. The drinks so far range between beer and champagne. I opted for a glass of champagne, as I'm not particularly fond of the other option. This drink is tricky because it doesn’t taste strong, but it can go to your head quickly if you don’t eat something with it. The first conversation revolves around our holidays and Christmas. I realize that it was a disaster for most people.

- "No way, seriously?" Alba laughs. "Your dad gave you condoms for Christmas?"

- "Don’t laugh, Girl," Patri responds. "He said it was time for me to find a someone. It's like he’s afraid I that I’ll end up alone."

I sink into my chair as my friends laugh. Mapi Is very touchy with me and It seems she’s not planning to stop anytime soon as she kisses me on the corner of my lips. Her intention hits me immediately when I see Alessia's eyes, half surprised, half upset. Mapi is trying to provoke her to prove she’s right, and I’m forced to admit she is. I must be appealing to Alessia, given her reactions. I feel sorry for her that it’s not mutual. I sigh and gently pull away from my best friend. No one comments on the little moment. They must have noticed by now that Mapi is important to me. She’s the only one I let touch me freely.

- "I forbid you from doing that," I growl at Mapi immediately.

- "You won’t stop me," she retorts with a playful smile.

- "I’m giving you credit. Now stop."

- « No," she smiles even more. "You’ll see, it’s going to spice up our evening. »

- « You two were dating right ? » Alessia ask 

-« Yep  » I answer

- "At least you’ve managed to keep your friendship," Alba says.

- "Our friendship was too valuable to lose. We’ve become pillars for each other," Mapi replies.

After that little exchange, the evening continues, though I remain a bit on edge. Knowing Mapi, she’ll stick to her plan just to have fun tonight. Her inevitable bluntness doesn’t reassure me, and I’m worried Alessia won’t get through the night unscathed. Alexia seems to be in on it, as every time Mapi drops a hint about our past relationship in a conversation, Alexia insists on getting more details, further crushing Alessia with each revelation. Everyone is always surprised by what my ex says, as if they’re discovering a bit more about me with each little snippet of my past before I became who I am now.

We sit around the table around eight o’clock. Everyone’s already had at least three drinks. Mapi managed to position us opposite Alessia so that she can clearly see Mapi’s hand resting on my thigh under the table. Alexia can’t stop quietly laughing, watching Alessia simmer. She even asked us if we were back together, referencing our necklaces. Mapi delighted in telling her no, but that we care a lot about each other. I think Alessia might lose it before the night is over.

We eat while mostly talking about school. Leah recounts all the antics she’s gotten up to since her arrival, and the others quickly join in. I realize that no one at Camp Wiegman is really serious. They’re just lucky no one’s there to notice. If I were in their place, Lucy would’ve had my head for everything they’re describing. Bottles of wine are being passed around since Alessia offered us some sweet white wine. I recently discovered that it’s my guilty pleasure, so I couldn’t refuse. I’ve been drinking only that since she brought it out, it’s so good. Mapi wisely put a stop to it so I wouldn’t be drunk before midnight, and she’s right to do so. I almost forgot for a moment that I’m supposed to stay reasonable.

- "So, are you still studying, Mapi?" Claudia asks.

- "Yeah, in mechanical engineering."

- "Seriously? I like you more and more," Patri responds.

- "I’ve always liked anything related to mechanics," she shrugs. "I got into school thanks to Ona’s support."

- "Don’t say that, you would’ve gotten in regardless."

- "Maybe, but it was mostly your support that encouraged me to apply. You were there when I needed it most. We stick together, remember?"

I smile as I fist bump her. It’s true, we’ve always been like that. Just because I went through a rough patch doesn’t mean I abandoned my principles when I came back. I’ve always been there to help her when she needed my support, whether before or after my time with Feli. As for her studies, that was just before. She was really down about choosing her field. She didn’t know what to pursue, so I encouraged her to follow her dream, without worrying about what her family thought. Mostly her parents, actually. There was a real rift between them after her choice. They never saw her in that field at all. Yet, she doesn’t regret it one bit now, even though her parents have become even more distant.

The meal eventually ends. Everyone helps clean up. We take a break before having dessert. The girls dive into the alcohol, as does Alessia, who’s decided not to hold back tonight. My friends can’t get enough of her reactions. Poor thing, if only she knew that Mapi is doing it on purpose. I really feel for her.

We continue with the other bottles of alcohol we had brought out. Mapi chose tequila shots for the two of us. She’s starting off strong, making us take several in a row, but not enough to be out of it. I know when to stop, and I’m especially careful to snack between drinks to balance it out. We’ve turned up the music that’s been playing in the background since the beginning. As usual, Mapi drags me to dance even though I hate it. We’re quickly joined by Alexia, as well as Ella and a few other. Alessia joined us when Mapi started having fun dancing close with me like she does at almost all our parties.

We eventually return to the table when we decide to have dessert around eleven o’clock. We opted for ice cream with chocolate sauce and whipped cream. Some people had coffee with it. This break was short-lived as we quickly moved on to some drinking games. For once, I managed to escape. I didn’t feel like participating when I remembered my last few parties. Mapi surprisingly left me alone. I suppose it’s thanks to Alexia, who decided to stay with me. We laugh at Patri, who is really getting drunk, unable to hold her alcohol. Surprisingly, Lotte is also feeling the effects, and even Alba is starting to let loose, much to her sister’s delight.

Midnight is approaching. There are only a few minutes left before we ring in the new year. We’ve stopped everything to gather in the living room. Leah is busy filling glasses while Alessia finds a channel doing the countdown on the TV. Once everything is ready, we just wait for the countdown, which isn’t far off. We all shout it out loud together.

- "Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven… Six… Five… Four… Three… Two… One… HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

I take hold of my two friends who had the idea to jump on me at the same time. We go around and kiss everyone. We even had some surprises when Patri suddenly kissed Claudia.  Mapi confessed that she gave Patri the idea after seeing them practically devouring each other with their eyes. Mapi won’t let go of me and even forces me to dance with her. I really hope this year is the one where I can finally start fresh. So far, it’s off to a great start. I’ve never felt so well surrounded. The changes I’ve been waiting for are finally happening, little by little.

[definitelynuwonhere]

I can’t stop giggling about the Wedding Audio. I’M NOT EVEN LISTENING TO IT, DIALOGUE JUST KEEPS COMING TO MIND OR LIKE, I IMAGINE WHAT ELSE COULD’VE GONE DOWN, IT’S CONSUMED ME.

- LIke i swear the guys got to the venue first because the mates had to take a pitstop to get drinks, because the weather was not it

- And they definitely had a dance party in the car, like Shut up and dance played, you can’t tell me otherwise. And they also played a song for each couple. ‘Five Minute Friend’ by TROY for Baabe and Ash, and ‘I’m inlove with A Monster’ for Angel and David

-I also wanna say that when the bouquet was thrown it was caught by Samuel and Darlin’ winked at them

-David and Asher had a dance off, with Milo interjecting to show that he was the prettiest of them all

-Darlin’ getting a little too competitive with ‘Pack Trivia’

-Christian getting jumped into a hug by Asher, and then there’s just a cute moment with all the other pack members

-Marie gives a toast that leaves Asher tearing up and David fucking weeping.

-All of them playing the ‘Drink If you have’ and Angel and Darlin’ are just getting absolutely hammered

I could do this all day long guys please

[wannaeatramyeon]

Big Deal... Clubbing/Drunk Headcanons

(It was time for my monthly reread of Jake Kim and One Night II arc... So here's some brainrot)

Assuming everyone is of age, or just gets let in cos they look like 30yr olds... don't you think Big Deal would be the funnest group to party with?

Imagine all the guys drunk, dancing with shitty cheesy moves and someone getting hoisted in the air, chanting "SINU! SINU! SINU!" then the bouncers get involved.

Note: everyone here exc Samuel unapologetically loves fruity colourful cocktails. And it goes without saying the rizz of Big Deal is unmatched.

Samuel Seo

Inferiority complex comes out in the form of buying drinks for everyone

"What? You think I can't afford this? NEXT ROUND ON ME"

Doesn't like to dance but gets dragged by the rest of the crew

The one guy that always takes their top off when drunk

Bouncers threaten to throw him out whilst rest of Big Deal try to wrestle his clothing back on

Sinu

Loud emotional drunk

Loves dancing, pulls up everyone on the dancefloor

Tells everyone how proud he is of them and cries on their shoulder

Tells massively embellished stories about Big Deal to anyone that would listen

Talks about Yeonhui ALL THE TIME, how she's the prettiest, the best, he's going to marry her etc.

Jake Kim

Another loud drunk

So cheesy, thinks he's the funniest guy. Amplified by 100 with alcohol. Puns, one liners, joke, all accompanied with the sloppiest wink

Would tell a joke, wait for your reaction and if you don't laugh "hey did you hear what I said??"

Shows off his butt to all the guys (not the ladies) in the club while they ooh and aah and ask for his workout routine. "NICE GLUTES BRO, WHAT YOU SQUAT"

Definitely the I love you broooo type, goes round kissing everyone on the cheek. Has his lipbalm at the ready

Jerry Kwon

[sips juice through straw]

Confiscates Sinu's phone to prevent drunk dialling or texting Yeonhui

Usually plays the peacemaker if the boys are too boisterous

Bops along to the music, loves if any cheesy pops or ballads are played

So much fun on the dancefloor. Knows all the latest trending dance moves

Brad Lee

Can not let go of Jane Kim and Brenda

Takes it too far, and drunk Jake is like "you sure? you really leaving Big Deal to be a nail artist?"

Loves talking about 'philosophical' bullshit

Thinks he's clever af but actually saying shit like "crazy how our skin is waterproof"

The one that suggests the sloppy drunk food at 4am as they stagger home

Jason Yoon

Vibin, chill, enjoyin the club

The wildest dance moves. Incorporates kicks everywhere

Hits too many drinks then gets confrontational

"SAMUEL YOU DID NOT UNITE THE NORTH AND SOUTH KOREA"

"I SAID I UNITED THE HIGH SCHOOLS YOU FUCK"

Gets apologetic, cries a little

Tells everyone about Jeju Island, gets homesick, cries a bit more

Lineman

Listens to everyones bullshit with wide eyes and sincerity "REALLY???"

Braincells literally dying in real time as he drinks "JAKE, BRAD SAID HE WAS LEAVING TO BE AN ARTIST??"

Will not be corrected on any misinformation

Very affectionate, open admiration for everyone in the crew "I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M HERE!"

Samuel's BFF when drunk, the praises are good for his ego

Lua Im

Crazy giggly

Finds everything hilarious EXCEPT Jake. Literally stops dead mid-laugh after catching his jokes

Has lots of white knights trying rescue her from the gangsters (Big Deal)

She punches them instead

LUA IS ACTUALLY THE ONE THAT GETS THEM THROWN OUT

[stelly38]

I thought Cambridge Spies was *the* most British thing I’d ever seen, until I watched Maurice shortly after. I’m still on my Toby Stephens kick, which explains Cambridge Spies, and lord, is he pretty in it. But I also wanted to ogle the very young, stunningly beautiful Hugh Grant in Maurice, so I watched both.

I nursed a bit of a crush on Grant back in his Four Weddings days, around the same time as Maurice, but I’d honestly forgotten how incredibly, ethereally gorgeous he was, like some androgynous nymph out of a Waterhouse painting, smooth and luscious, too perfect to be real. For the record, I do love today's older, rougher Hugh, who has managed, over time, to turn ass-hole-ish curmudgeonliness into a charming brand all his own.

My overall impression of Merchant Ivory flicks is that they are much like paintings: pretty to look at, and if you stare long enough, something in your field of view eventually moves, but it takes, like, days. Days. I don’t know if my attention span has been worn down over the decades like everyone else’s, or if these movies need some tighter editing, but good lord, at two hours and twenty minutes, not much happens in Maurice. Or is it EM Forster?  Maurice is a Forster adaptation; and similarly, so is A Room with a View, which also flows like molasses. I’ll never know if it’s the writing or the editing, because I’ve never read anything of Forster’s except for Room, which I attempted when I was a teenager and quit halfway through, because what in the fuck was he going onnnnn about? And I even had a better attention span back then, in the nineties. I said to my husband after Maurice ended, perhaps he and I needed a course on Forster to truly appreciate the literature and the movie adaptations. It’s unlikely to happen, but there it is.

Maurice follows the lead character, played by James Wilby, as he discovers and wrestles with his latent homosexuality. Hugh Grant plays Clive Durham, Maurice’s good school friend and first (unconsummated) love. The two men pal around London and the countryside as they age well into their twenties, spending time together and apart, both grappling with their sexual identities in different ways. The movie also casts a very cute Rupert Graves as Maurice’s first lover, and Ben Kingsley (with hair and a weird American accent—what a hoot) appears in a cameo as a shrink who attempts to hypnotize Maurice into heterosexuality.

My bitching isn’t a condemnation of Forster or Merchant Ivory; the film was a rather pretty little trifle to look at. I thought the story was good, and I love that a major film studio was tackling the horrors of being gay in Edwardian England so long ago (1987, when AIDS was still considered “the gay cancer.” —Hats off to them.) And I’m always game to watch pretty boys cavorting about. There was a good deal of that, one scene with full frontal nudity (gasp!)

Speaking of pretty boys, several feature in Cambridge Spies, which takes place about thirty years after Maurice, shortly before WWII. The prettiest of them is Toby Stephens, who is just dashing dressed in wide leg trousers, fedoras, and the well-tailored suits of the era. He plays Kim Philby, one of the notorious Soviet spies that comprised the group known in real life as the Cambridge Five. Rupert Penry Jones plays Donald Maclean; Samuel West is Anthony Blunt, and Tom Hollander is Guy Burgess. Since American public-school curriculum doesn’t teach any history but its own, (much of which is white-washed lies, but that’s a kvetch for another day), I never knew about the British turncoats until I watched this, which was last week. Yay for me.

Spies is a four-part miniseries, the last two episodes of which are far, far more entertaining and engaging than the first two. It’s good they decided to balance the episodes thusly, as I was ready to throw in the towel after the second one. The only reason I continued on was because I’d already invested time in watching the first 50 percent—in for a penny, in for a pound. I think the writers wanted the first two episodes for back-story and character development, but there is little that reveals the principals’ various motivations for spying other than that they were all friends at Cambridge, and they shared a deep hatred of fascism. Weird that that was all it took, right? I dunno, maybe I missed something—these were the two most boring episodes.

The entire series really belongs to Tom Hollander. He steals every scene he’s in; he has the best lines, the most cuttingly funny remarks, and he’s the craziest and loosest cannon of the bunch, hence, the most entertaining. Previously, I’d only known his work from 2005’s Pride and Prejudice (the boiled potatoes), and from his creepily-repressed turn as art critic John Ruskin in Desperate Romantics. He’s great and memorable in those, but he is phenomenal in Spies.

Hollander’s Burgess, as well as West’s Anthony Blunt, are gay men, compelling because they'd opted into an overwhelmingly straight-male power structure: espionage. Spies doesn’t really speak to this much, rather than to have Hollander portray Burgess as an out and proud gay man, I suppose as much as one could be on the brink of WWII in England. But it is striking to see the difference just three decades made in how gays were perceived by English society (or not) when you compare the attitudes on display in Maurice to those in Spies. Homosexuality was the worst sin one could commit in the world of Maurice; but by the time we get to Spies, it’s barely an issue. I suspect that homosexuality was still offensive to many in England at the time, as that country’s decriminalization law only took effect in 1967, but for some reason unknown to me, the writers and producers of Spies made it mostly a non-issue.

Overall, Spies was a good series, educational for me, at least, and I got to stare at Toby Stephens for four hours, including a couple safe-for-granny sex scenes. Would I write home about the show? —probably not, but it was not wasted time.

Tom Hollander’s best scene (and they’re all good) is a tantrum he throws during a trip to the States, where he drives across suburban lawns, destroying several white picket fences, then stands atop his car screaming “God Bless America” (in a good American accent), and decries this country’s never-acknowledged social and political hypocrisy.

Brilliant. And funny.

[bastardtrait]

oh what's that? side characters? this is a teenage miss Diamond Feng, who was made by @simsandgiggles for me literally years ago. like probably 2020. she has FINALLY made her debut.

Diamond: i'm just happy to be included :)

she comes with a family: her parents Jillian Feng, Samuel Shibasaki, and her baby brother Phoenix. tbh her original bio stated that she was a great-great etc etc... granddaughter of Lillian and Victor, but since Lillian appeared in this generation unwittingly, she'll just be a regular granddaughter. and am I saying that that means Lillian Feng named her daughter Jillian? why...yes. I guess I am.

anyway Diamond and Jillian are not friends. lmao. eldest Asian daughters roll call in the comments tbh.

Jillian: daughter. you look like you enjoyed breakfast well today.

Diamond: thank you. you yourself look like you were the prettiest girl in school forty years ago.

[welldonebeca]

A Perfect Match**

Summary: To Ravenna, her little sister deserves only the best when it comes to marriage: a man who will adore her and wants her for his wife not because of her money, but because he loves her deeply. It’s why she brought Rosetta to their mother’s land, so she could have the same luck their parents had when they fell in love. Rosetta and Mr Samuel Winchester hit off so quickly and so easily, it must simply mean to be. If only his older brother and her older sister didn’t hate one another so much. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Ravenna Matarazzo (OC), Sam Winchester x Rosetta Matarazzo (OC) Warnings: Regency Era – very loose historical accuracy (I’m a lot of things, but not a historian). Smut. Tension. Patreon Promo.

Dean tossed his head back in pleasure, resting it on the fluffy pillow behind him as his sweet ballerina slowly sunk on his cock, steady and with the thigh firmness he’d only find on her well trained body.

“Fuck, yes,” he moaned, focusing his eyes between her legs to watch his cock be swallowed by her beautiful pussy, disappearing in her trimmed curls and surrounded by her warm wetness.

Oh, to live his life buried in her cunt.

Dean wasn’t a fool, he didn’t keep her. Sometimes he sent her gifts and tokens, but he and Lisa weren’t much more than two people who shared fun times occasionally.

She rested her hands on his chest, not for balance but to tease him, moving up and down to make him shiver as she moved her hips, taking him eagerly, wet and slippery, and she rolled her hips in search of her own pleasure.

His eyes travelled up to her body, slender and toned, and the prettiest small tits, just fleshy enough to bounce when she rode him.

So damn willing, his ballerina, always eager for his cock.

It was torture some days, watching her move her body like it was as light as a feather, dressed in her light fabrics, showing off her arms and the way down her neck without a thought.

And the way she looked at him….

Dean grabbed her by her hips, pushing himself all the way into her cunt and flipping their position so she would lay under him, and fucked her so fast her voice came out in little stutters.

Some nights, he liked thoroughly using her, fucking her slowly, near torturing her.

Dean had made her cum so many times one night she couldn’t stand when he left her.

That was a good day.

But Sammy was coming back home in the morning, and he wanted to sleep before Bobby was knocking on his door, and the old man always arrived far too early for everything.

So he was in a little bit of a rush.

Dean fucked Lisa into the bed, closing his eyes as the pleasure made him grunt, filling his veins.

It was a fucking good pussy.

“Gonna fucking breed you,” he grunted. “Fill that flat little belly up, making it fucking round.”

He couldn’t help himself, moving his hand down her belly to where he could feel his cock inside her, and Lisa moaned pathetically loud.

“Good girl,” he hissed.

Dean moved his hand, rubbing her clit with his thumb, holding himself back as he played with her.

What kind of man would he be if he didn’t make her cum before he painted her skin?

So he played with her, until she was crying and moaning so loud all her little friends could hear her, and her cunt was squeezing him and milking Dean.

He held back, groaning deeply in his throat as she squirmed and moaned and cried.

Dean pulled out from inside her seconds before the orgasm hit him, taking his cock in hand and stroking himself, moving to aim for her belly as she panted under him, and he sat down on her mattress to calm himself.

That was the good life.

Lisa nestled against Dean's chest as he lay down, her lips finding his in a tender kiss.

“Are you spending the night?” she asked, her fingers brushing his hair gently and slowly.

Dean sighed, closing his eyes.

Oh, how he wished he could.

“Not tonight,” he told her. “Sammy is coming home.”

The season was starting, and his brother was looking for a wife, someone to continue the Winchester legacy so Dean didn’t have to deal with the hungry hyenas throwing their daughters in his direction, looking for the Winchester title.

Sammy was old enough to find a wife now, and Dean was going to help him by chasing off the opportunistic ones.

Lisa smiled softly when he turned his eyes to her.

"I'm sure you miss him," she murmured, pressing another kiss to his cheek. "I won't keep you."

Dean hummed in agreement, returning her kiss before getting up from the bed to retrieve his clothes, still scattered across the room. He dressed quickly, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to at least get it decent before he went on his way.

Oh, he just knew he had overstayed when he walked out to his horse and saw the darkness of the sky was slowly giving away to light. He patted Baby’s neck as he urged her to make her move faster, out of the theatre and to the street.

Dean was in such a rush he was shocked when he reached his street and heard the sound of someone hitting something, and looked around for someone in distress.

But there was no distress. Instead, he looked up, and his gaze caught by a lone figure in an upstairs window, struggling to close it against the morning breeze.

And what a beautiful sight she was for dawn. Pale, with pink cheeks and midnight dark hair and beautiful large tits that certainly caught his attention as they moved in reaction to her body moving.

"Cosa testerda," she muttered, her words foreign to Dean's ears but her voice very, very interesting.

He could see her figure as she moved, free from all the layers little ladies used to wear and illuminated by her sunlight.

Dean couldn’t help chuckling at the sight, right before the window fell closed, and her eyes found his, full of embarrassment as he watched her, terribly amused, dark and bird-like in how they moved and found him.

She stood there, frozen, and Dean made no attempt to avert his gaze as the sun's rays slowly hit her. He couldn’t stop staring for a moment. Actually, he wished he could see her closer.

They hadn’t met, not that Dean remembered, and he would remember those eyes and tits everywhere.

Her pale cheeks went pink, and he tilted his head, greeting her quietly, with a tip of his hat, right as she rushed away from the window, hiding behind the curtains and still slightly visible through them.

It was very improper, what he had seen.

He couldn’t quite care, in all honestly. She was a beautiful sight, one way or another.

Dean was very much still smiling to himself as he urged his horse forward and back on the path home and the clip-clop of Baby’s hooves echoed through the empty street, but he couldn’t quite get the house out of his mind.

. . .

"A Perfect Match" is a Regency slow burn AU. To read it now, consider subscribing to my page! It's just $2 a month and I promise you won't regret it.

[lixielovess]

CASTING SKZ AS BROADWAY MUSICAL CHARACTERS!!

genre: fluff? crack?

warnings: mentions of blowing up a school

part: 1 (hyung line)

Bangchan as..

reason: he just is.. i dont know how to explain it but he just is, he seems like a guy so nice and sweet and smart that you freak out about wondering what it'd be like if he knows you like him. he follows you around (not in a bad way) not giving up on you and your love.

"I'm gonna do this right- show you I'm not movin' wherever you go, I won't be far to follow. Oh, I'm gonna love you so. You'll learn what I already know. I love you means you're never, ever, ever gettin' rid of me"

Lee know as...

Jason Dean!!

reason: hes just so jd... i dont know he'd seem like the dude who'd blow up your school/j. but genuinely it's just kind of his aesthetic, dark and kind of gloomy. he is kind of an introvert aswell so i think hes very jd

"So it's only a matter of when i don't learn the names, don't bother with faces, all I can trust is this concrete oasis. Seems every time I'm about to despair, there's a 7-Eleven right there"

Changbin as..

Lafayette

reason: he is hilarious, is an amazing rapper, underated vocals AND the best person you could ever meet??? oh to hear changbin rap guns and ships.. i also wanna hear changbin speak french

"I’m takin this horse by the reins makin’ redcoats redder with bloodstains- And I’m never gonna stop until I make ‘em drop and burn ‘em up and scatter their remains, I’m- Watch me engagin’ em! Escapin’ em Enragin’ em! I’m— i go to france for more funds.. i come back with more guns"

Hyunjin as...

Aaron samuels

reason: based on the vibe that he seems like the guy in highschool who everyone had a crush on, the guy who dated the prettiest girl in school. but despite his gf being kind of a jerk, he'd be genuinely nice! and kind of smart in a way.

"I would prefer the girl you were, not who you're trying to be.. You think this works with me? Well, you thought wrong."

lmk what characthers to do for the other members 😋

[kyriat-stories]

A couple of months later there were new visitors in Manthos.

- My dearest Yousif! I can't believe you are here!

- Sister! You are just as beautiful as I remember, time has been kind to you. You must be the prettiest woman in Manthos!

- Pff! Goofus! Now who is this handsome young man?

- That's my son Samuel, Fifi! Unless you were referring to me?

- Haha! You haven't changed a bit! Now come in!

- I'm so glad you are here my brother. It's been too long.

- I agree. We are so happy to be here, sister, and I'm really sorry to hear that your health is not the best.

- I am an old woman you know, it was bound to happen sooner or later. But let's not dwell on that. You should find something to eat, Kyria Noor has prepared some lovely dishes.

- Don't you want to eat with us sister?

- I don't have much appetite these days, but I will keep you company for a little while. How long will you be staying in Manthos?

- We haven't really decided, but at least until next full moon.

- Good, then we have time. We have a lot to talk about.

After setteling in for a few days it was time to pay a courtesy visit to Eira, who had invited them for a glass of wine. Even if Yousif Eláïom and his son talked fluent Simsk, they had foreign manners. Eira felt a bit awkward at first, but later found it quite charming.

- Dear Kyria Simintha, it's such a joy to meet you. We had the pleasure of meeting your husband several years ago. I'm delighted to see he has such a beautiful family.

Khará and Bansabira were excited to meet a new and handsome bachelor, and it seemed the excitement was mutual.

- So how is your sister Kyrie Eláïom? Is she feeling better?

- Please call me Yousif. Unfortunately my sister is not much better. I'm glad we dropped everything and came immediately, because it seems we came in nick of time. Thank you so much for calling upon us.

- Actually it was my sister Noor's idea, I'm not sure if you have met her yet?

- I have! A very charming lady, much like yourself!

Eira blushed a tiny bit. She wasn't used to getting so many compliments, and didn't know how to respond.

- Oh dear, she thought, I hope he doesn't misunderstand my friendliness...

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[boyinatown]

Samuel, the daddy ( litereally )

Might make a part 2 of Samuel being a dad !

Scenario : you and Samuel have sex, you both had a baby fever luckily it worked out. 💙

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, backshots, Samuel seo ⚠️

Reader : Female 🍒

“ yeah, you feel that? Does that feel good ? I can feel my self poking out of your stomach fuck..the prettiest girl all mine”

You were looking through your teary lashes down at where you both were connected, and indeed his cock DID poke out. His big rough hands pushing on the bulge.

You trembling under his touch aching for more, and yet you only started.. you were so desperate and oh you needed him SO badly.

“ what’s wrong? You want me to move..? Does it feel good when I do, THIS.” Thrusting up into you the bed creaks and you grip the sheets for stability but you soon loose it when he kept rutting.

“It’s ok, just relax…stop being a whiner , it’ll feel good I promise . Your doing good so far, my pretty woman”

He moved some hair strands out of your face, and stroked your cheek before smashing his lips onto yours. You hold onto his neck and he starts fucking you to deep Into the mattress .

“ look at you, your so messy.. Does it feel good? You know I feel good to.. ah I can’t get enough of you.”

your bodies pressed together , his arms swallowing you whole and just giving and giving you what you couldn’t take and he knew you were overstimulated.. but he loved seeing you ruined.

You scratch at his back and cry against his ears out of pleasure still wanting more of him. Who is he to disobey your wish?

Feeling him turn you around, your ass up face down he gives you no time to adjust before plunging his self back into your pussy.

he keeps your head down silencing your moans and whines , just keep fucking and breeding is what goes on replay in his head. He wants to see you pregnant and he damn right WILL.

“ hey, it’s ok if I come inside right? You will allow me right, I mean I pleasured you. Let me see you round with my kids ok? I’ll mhhh make you the best fuckin mom.”

You were obviously To fucked out and you had this baby fever before fucking, a win win situation.

He still waited for your answer , when you looked back with those eyes and a fucked out smile and answering with a “ yes Samuel , please fill me up, make me your pregnant wife.”

He let his mind take over and absolutely destroyed your insides, then filled them up nicely like he said he would. Finally letting go of your hair he hugs you.

He Loves the idea of you as his wife , his pregnant wife. Just him being Samuel the Dad, his heart thumped.

[theoddcatlady]

The Girl Named Bea

I met her while I was weeding the flower garden.  

I had just about finished up when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. They may have been trying to get my attention for a while, I had my headphones in and the only reason I heard anything was because I was in between songs.

“Sorry, sorry,” I pulled out an earbud and scrambled to my feet, “I didn’t hear you back… there…”

My voice got choked up in my throat as I stared into the soft dark eyes of the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. Her golden hair came down in waves past her shoulders and she had a smile like sunshine. She quietly laughed. “I wasn’t waiting long. You seemed to be enjoying your music, anyway.” She offered me her hand. “My name is Bea.”

Her name could’ve been Mud and I would’ve thought it was the prettiest name in the world. “Um, I’m Cassie, but everyone just calls me Cass,” I shook her hand, inwardly kicking myself as I saw I got dirt all over her hand. “Shit, I’m sorry-”

Bea laughed again, just brushing her hand off on her skirt. “A little dirt won’t kill me. Sorry, I’m just trying to find the Lakeview Cemetery?”  

“Oh, you’re not far,” I pointed down the street, “Just down the ways, take a right at Petunia Road, it’ll be on the left. If you hit Black Street, you’ve gone too far and you’ll need to turn around.”

Bea turned to look, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “I see. You visit often?” She asked.

I nodded. “It’s where my parents are buried. I try to go every other week. If you need to pick up flowers, Mary’s Garden is right nearby. Tell her you’re there to pick something up for a deceased relative or friend and she’ll give you a good deal-”

“It’s you!”

I nearly tripped over my feet to look up at the door. My grandfather was leaning against the door frame, with an expression like he had seen a ghost. “Grandpa, what are you doing out of bed!?” I rushed to his side, all thoughts about the pretty girl in my front yard gone. “You need to be resting.” Resting wouldn’t change his rapidly approaching fate, but it would make him more comfortable when the time came.

He pointed a shaky finger at Bea. “It’s you. I know it’s you. How… where’s Francis? Is he still with you?” He asked.

The woman blinked owlishly before her eyes widened in recognition. “Robert! The years have changed you, I am terribly sorry for not realizing you were still living here.” She looked at me before curtsying. “I’ll come talk to you again, I have to be going.”

“Bye,” I said, waving as I watched Bea return to her car. She opened the door and held it open just for a second to let a young man poke his head out. He wasn’t nearly as graceful as Bea when he seemingly recognized my grandfather, his jaw dropping and eyes nearly popping out of his head.  

He dived back into the car before Bea slipped in and it drove off. I looked at my grandfather, who looked like he’d experienced a shock. “Do I need to call Dr. Samuel-”

“I just need to be alone for a bit.” My grandfather shuffled back to his bedroom, leaving me alone.  

It wasn’t until the sun was going down that he called me into his bedroom.  

My grandfather was a quiet man, I’d never known him to make the outburst like the one earlier that day. Even when I entered the room, he just pointed to his closet. “Check behind the coats, there’s a photo frame,” He said.

I moved aside old coats and a far outdated tuxedo to find the photo frame. I brought it out and sat beside my grandfather’s bed to get a better look.

The picture inside was faded and black and white, but I could recognize a much younger version of my grandfather sitting out on the front porch, his arm wrapped around a black teenager about his age. “I’ve never seen this picture before,” I said, tilting it side to side. When Grandma had been alive, she’d shown me her albums again and again, even as the cancer wasted her away.  

“I keep it just for myself. His name is Francis.”

I nodded while reaching for my cellphone. “Listen, grandpa, you’re a little tired, how about I call-”

“Listen to me, Cassandra!” My grandfather snapped, causing me to nearly jump out of my skin. “You bring up calling the damn doctor again and I’m sending you to your room!”  

Even with me being twenty-one, that was a very real threat. I sunk down in my chair, deciding not to question him any more. “Who is Francis, Grandpa?” I asked.

He calmed down and looked back at the photo. I saw a touch of a smile on his lips. “… Francis was my best friend. See, his father saved mine. After that my father referred to him as a brother- white and colored was never an issue. Our families were close, I was just a few days younger than Francis. We never could attend the same schools or play together in the park, but if I wasn’t at his home he was at mine. If he couldn’t sleep, he would sneak in through my bedroom window and we’d stay up just talking about anything and everything under the sun. I had his back, he had mine. We were just as close as our fathers.”  

The story was heartwarming, but there was certainly a part nagging at me. “Why have you never talked about Francis before then?” I asked.

That smile on my grandfather’s face vanished.

“Because I never wanted to think of him again.”  

He handed me the frame to hold as he told me the story.

“It was probably a week after this photo was taken that we met her. We were on a walk through the woods, we took a lot of those. Just so we couldn’t be bothered by people who thought a black man and a white man couldn’t be friends. We were on the way back when we heard a car refusing to turn over. Francis insisted we take the right path to see if someone needed help. I followed, he was always the leader out of the two of us. We didn’t expect to see such a nice car way back where we were, but what we didn’t really expect to see the behemoth of a man poking away at the engine… or the girl standing beside the car, her dress spattered in mud as she shivered in the cold. She looked up at us and her eyes met Francis’… and I knew it was all over then. Because he looked at her and he fell in love.”

“Who was she?” I asked.

“She was Bea.”  

“You mean she looked like Bea?”

He shook his head. “No, I mean that the Bea you talked to today was the same Bea standing on the road next to the car that wouldn’t start.” He scowled as he saw me open my mouth. “I’m not crazy, you know I still have all my marbles. You shut it and listen.”

I closed my mouth.

“Good girl… now where was I...” My grandfather’s eyes went glassy as he was transported to a much different time. “Right. Francis was just about frozen in place so I had to shout out and ask if they were all right. Turns out they’d stopped for a picnic and when they got back damn thing wouldn’t start. That’s when Francis’ brain started working again and he offered his help, he was pretty handy with cars. I just sat with the giant as Francis got to work and started chatting with Bea. I found out his name was Sten but we didn’t really talk, we just watched Bea and Francis interact, and let me tell you- you could tell the attraction was mutual by the way she laughed and how she’d brush her fingers against his arm. I think Francis was disappointed when the car finally got running, but I’ll admit I was relieved. I didn’t know what she had going through her head, flirting with Francis like that.”

“I thought the color of Francis’ skin didn’t matter,” I said.

My grandfather shook his head. “Cass, you have to remember where we live. About three years before a black man was accused of groping a white woman. No evidence, it was just what her brother said what happened. What happened to that poor bastard…” My grandfather shuddered, “It wasn’t human. Humans don’t do that to other humans. I was worried about Francis’ safety. I gave him an earful on the way home about it. He was a bit embarrassed but he realized where I was coming from. I was worried for him. He promised me he’d be more careful and that was that… or so I thought.”  

My grandfather took back the picture frame and removed the back. He took out a photo hidden behind the other one and placed it on his lap.  

This one was slightly better quality. I now knew what my grandfather meant by behemoth, the one man standing next to Francis was an absolute giant. Next to them stood two women, one crossing her arms and trying to look serious while a woman of Asian descent was practically leaning all of her weight on the serious woman, clearly laughing and having a good time.

“Sten, Francis, Alana, and Lihua.”  

My grandfather pointed at each of them when he said their name. “So many things you can’t see in this picture… Alana’s hair was so red you’d think it’d somehow find a way of bleeding into these old picture. Lihua had the most joyful laugh, when she got going the whole town could hear it. I never saw her without a smile. Sten’s arms were covered in this old scars, I never got the story for all of them but he was a warrior, a soldier in another life, he told me.”

I leaned in close to the picture. “Who are these people?” I asked.

“They were Bea’s.”  

Leaning back in the bed, my grandfather sighed. “Almost two weeks after we found her stranded on the side of the road, I would’ve forgotten all about it. But when we were heading home after work, we were suddenly surrounded by Bea’s two girlfriends. Lihua looped her arm in with Francis’, Alana put hers with mine, and they pulled us down the street towards a car as they chatted us up like we were old friends. I’d thought I was about to get robbed when I recognized who was driving that car- it was Sten. Alana and Lihua drew straws to see who would be walking, there wasn’t enough spots for us all to sit, Lihua lost and proceeded to call Alana a bitch before laughing and starting to walk. Sten drove us to probably one of the nicest houses in town, and that’s when we had tea with Bea.”

My grandfather rolled his eyes. “She said she always had a taste for the dramatic. Any advice I gave Francis he promptly forgot and the two flirted the whole. Damn. Time. I mean, by then I realized she wasn’t just trying to get Francis in trouble, she’d had him brought to her just so they could be on a date. But I still didn’t trust her. She was strange. Something about her just didn’t sit right with me.”  

He paused for a while. “… But when she came to me, asking for my help to find ways to keep seeing Francis, I couldn’t say no. She said she found him… handsome. Charming. Genuine. She called the time we lived in full of sociopaths that would stone Francis if they had any idea they were interested in each other romantically. She promised me she wouldn’t hurt him. Promised me that if anyone tried to hurt him, they’d have to go through her. I told her to get in line, cuz they’d be going through me first. That smile on her face almost seemed a little condescending, but she said that Francis couldn’t ask for a better friend.

“They started seeing each other weekly. I was their go between. I’d pass letters in between the two of them, tell them when the other had time to meet. I took that picture right there,” He pointed to the one with Bea’s friends, “And I watched their romance blossom. I learned more about the world from Bea and the others than I ever learned from school. I considered them friends… but the perfect little secret that Francis and Bea had couldn’t stay secret forever.”  

My grandfather’s shoulders sagged as he placed the photograph on his bedside table. “It was just a whisper. I think someone noticed the look in Francis’ eyes whenever Bea passed by, or maybe they weren’t nearly as discreet as they thought. But when the whispers started, I knew my friend was in danger. People had killed for less than whispers. We made a plan. Dead of night, they’d pack up, head north. I’d accompany them to New York and see them off to France. Hell, I even considered going with them, go see the world… We never got a chance.”

I shook my head. “I’m not going to like this story’s end, am I?” I asked.

My grandfather didn’t answer, instead he continued with his stories.

“Francis and I were heading to Bea’s house, our suitcases were packed. Francis was humming love songs under his breath when I heard the gunshot.” Grandfather’s fists balled up, knuckles turning white. “I saw blood shoot out from Francis’ side and he fell to the ground. I turned and saw the sheriff leading a mob of angry men. I could’ve left Francis then, saved myself from the heap of trouble I was going to be in. But I didn’t. I picked Francis up and carried him the rest of the way.”

My grandfather reached up and pulled down his shirt sleeve, revealing an old puckered scar. “They got me once in the shoulder, twice in the leg. I remember you being a little girl and asking why I walked the way I do. I did say you I’d tell you when you were older, well, now you know. I don’t know how I made it to Bea’s house, but I collapsed at the front door. Francis was cussing, I was too. The door opened and out walked Bea. When she saw how bloodied up we both were and how Francis was hurt bad, I saw a tear sneak down her face before she just went dead calm and wiped it away.”

For a few moments he was quiet. “Cass, you know I’ve not lost my mind. I’m sharp as I was back then, maybe even more so. But what I saw… I just wanted to forget all these years, and I never can.

“Bea walked out in front of the mob, followed by the others. She looked at the mob and quietly asked who shot Francis. One of the stupid bastards near the front raised his hand… and then she snapped it off with the same amount of effort it would take to break a twig. He howled before she went for his throat, her canines became sharp as knives and she’d grown claws an inch long. The others followed suit. Alana ripped open the sheriff’s ribcage and stomped on his heart. Sten took a man’s head and crushed it between his hands. The man’s brains splattered over his face before he roared like a lion and charged into the fray. Lihua caught a coward trying to run away before dragging him into the dark. I heard him scream once for his mother before I heard a crack and nothing else.”

Grandfather shook his head. “It was over quicker than you’d think. That mob was about twenty men in their prime, and in about five minutes each one was dead. Sten licked off each of his fingers before coming to me, picking me up and carrying me indoors while Bea cradled Francis in her arms. I wasn’t sure if he was breathing anymore… and that was the last time I saw him.”  

“What happened after that?” I asked, shocked I could find my voice.

“They disappeared.” My grandfather shrugged. “When I woke up the next morning, I was in my own bed, all bandaged up. The whole town was in an uproar. The sheriff and his sons, all dead, along with several other ‘upstanding’ men of the town. Bea was gone, along with the others. No sign of where they’d gone. Francis… Francis was also gone. They never found his body, but they went and said he was dead anyhow. Probably for the best, I can’t imagine how they’d blame the slaughter on a single man but I’m surprised they didn’t try. We all just pretended nothing ever happened. I took care of Francis’ little siblings like they were my own brothers and sisters. I never told anyone before tonight about my best friend.”  

I couldn’t believe it. Most of me wanted to reason out how that couldn’t have happened. Stuff like that didn’t happen.  

Instead when I opened my mouth I asked, “Was the man in the car today, was it really Francis?”

“Looking just like the last day I saw him.” My grandfather sunk into the pillow, I could see how tiring this whole experience was for him. “Whatever Bea was must’ve crawled right up out of hell. You need to know that, before you go with her.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

My grandfather smiled sadly.

“Because the way your eyes lit up while looking at her, it was the same way Francis’ did when he first saw her… I think I’m going to shut my eyes for now, I’m feeling tired. Go to bed, Cassandra… I love you.”

I swallowed the hard lump in my throat before getting up. “I love you too, Grandpa,” I said before fleeing the room.

Just before I closed the door, I think I heard the sound of his window being pushed up. But I wasn’t sure until I came in the next morning and it had been left open. My grandfather had passed away with the most content look on his face. He was at peace, finally having revealed his darkest secret.

The funeral had long been planned, nearly everyone in town attended. People came up to me and told me how my grandfather was the most open-minded and kindest of people. I got told stories of his generosity, his good sense of humor.  

Hours passed until I was finally sitting alone between his grave and the ones of my parents. My tears had dried up, leaving an empty hole inside me. For the first time in my life, I could truly say I was alone.

I heard quiet footsteps approached and I looked up to see her.

Bea was wearing a dark coat and black stockings. Her hair had been carefully pinned back, her eyes reddened with tears. “Can I sit with you?” She asked.

I nodded and patted the ground next to me, the side closer to my grandfather’s grave. She nodded before taking her seat, folding her legs under herself. “… Your grandfather was my friend. I owe him a great deal. Did he tell you about me?” She said.

I nodded.

“Shot three times, carrying the bleeding body of my dearest love and his dearest friend,” Bea’s breath shuddered and she wiped her eyes, “I could never repay that. I offered, but I knew he wouldn’t accept the only thing I had to give before he even responded. I’m not sure if even remembered the talk we had before I took him home that night.” Her fingers combed through the freshly turned earth.  

“What did you offer?” I asked quietly.

“… Eternity.”

She got up and glanced at the other pair of graves next to me. “He’s with his wife, his daughter, and his son in law. I think he couldn’t live in a world that he knew he’d never be able to see them again, so I am glad he didn’t take my gift when I offered it again last night.” She looked down at me and smiled, extending her hand. “Would you like to go on a trip? A chance of pace might help you.”

I knew what offer was hidden behind those words. I glanced at my parents’ graves, dead when I was just a little girl. I looked at my grandparents’ graves, much newer than theirs.  

I took Bea’s hands and she pulled me to my feet. “I think I wouldn’t mind visiting Paris. I’ve always wanted to see the Eiffel tower. Is it more beautiful in person?” I asked.

Bea smiled widely.  

“It will take your breath away.”

Together we walked to the car, this one was probably a lot bigger than the one my grandfather talked about. Sten was even bigger than the picture suggested, he was sitting in the driver’s seat while Lihua took selfies of them both. I think I caught a glimpse of some sort of Instagram filter on the screen before Lihua dropped the phone, she was laughing too hard to hold it. In the back seat Alana was reading something on a Kindle, absorbed entirely in the digital pages.

The car door opened and there sat Francis. His eyes were also tinged red from tears, but he smiled as he looked at me.  

“You look a lot like your grandfather. Come on in, we got space to squeeze in one more.”

[mariamakeslemons]

Spooktober 2024: Day 18 Insanity

Warning: Use of the actors names while talking about fictional characters (hopefully it's clear why, but don't do this in real life), reader is gender neutral

You avoid room 141 to 145, unnerved by the patients that reside in those particular rooms. All four men insist that they are fictional characters from some popular game, but they all look at you like prey. As just an intern nurse, you’re treated the worst of the staff, often given the really bad jobs and forced to do things you don’t want to do, including being forced to interact with 141 to 145.

Walking up, you hold the tray holding their pills steady as the first door opens.

“Hello, Love,” Barry greets you, smiling under his imperial beard.

“Good afternoon, Mister Sloane,” you reply. His smile drops and his fist clenches as he stares at you.

“I’ve told you, my name is John Price,” he intones, a warning. You simply swallow and hand him the pills. He blows a sigh out of his nose, but takes the cup, knocking all the pills back at once, making you panic, despite seeing him and the others pull this a few times. You take back the cup with a strained smile, especially when he rubs at the back of your hand, before hurrying out the door.

Next is Samuel Roukin, a mammoth of a man who just stares at you. The only reason you know he believes himself to be some character is that he answers to Ghost and follows Mister Sloane’s orders like a subordinate to their superior.

“Good afternoon, Mister Roukin,” you greet, stepping into the room. He looks up at you, completely silent as he rises and walks up to you. You swallow nervously as he purposefully towers over you, shakily handing him the cup of pills. Maintaining eye contact, he downs them all like Mister Sloane did, before silently handing the cup back. You nod and scurry out, shaken as you usually are by his silent behavior. Like he’s observing you for weakness.

Taking a moment, you regather yourself before entering Neil Ellice’s room. The man’s head snaps up as you enter the room, and a grin crosses his face.

“Bonnie nurse, back t’ heal mae soul,” he greets, his eyes focuses on you like a predator. You offer a still strained smile.

“Good afternoon, Mister Ellice,” you greet, handing over the pills. Mister Ellice pouts, but he takes the pills nonetheless. Once those are swallowed down, he leans in.

“C’mon, sweet thing,” he whispers, completely focused on you, “Ah’m Soap, nae Neil Ellice. Don’ even ken where tha’ name came from.” You tremble, taking a few shaky steps back before scrambling away, rushing out the door and closing it quickly. You turn and lean against the door, fighting back your shaking. You work through a few breathing exercises you’ve looked up, blinking back tears of fear. And you have one more to do.

Last for his pills is Elliot Knight, who’s the prettiest of the men but also gives you the chills. There’s something about how he looks at you, that screams manipulation. Swallowing again, you reluctantly enter.

“Good afternoon, Mister Kight,” you greet, freezing when he looks up and smiles at you.

“C’mon, Lovely,” he coos, “Call me Gaz.” You offer another strained smile and just hand over his pills. Mister Knight huffs, giving a playful grin before downing the pills. He hands the cup back and walks calmly back to his bed, allowing you to leave without any fuss. Taking another breath to calm down, you finally gather your things and leave the hall, shaking the whole way.

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“Poor thing,” Price huffs with a shake of his head, the others gathered at the table in the hospital rec room, “Doesn’t even remember t’ call me by my name.”

“They think Barry Sloane is y’r name,” Ghost points out, throwing down two cards and accepting two more from Gaz.

“Yeh think we can get t’ Kate soon, Captain?” Soap asks, pouting at his cards and exchanging one. Price huffs as Gaz continues to handle the deck for their game of 5 draw, all of them keeping a subtle eye on the guards around the room and the patients wandering around. Honestly, Price doesn’t understand how he and his boys ended up in a mental hospital, especially after just going to bed and waking up in a strange place. Sooner or later, something will make sense and his team will be released. Perhaps with the sweet thing that brings them their pills.