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yelenasdog · 4 years ago

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heavy is the head that wears the crown (mob!arvin russell x fem! pastor’s daughter! reader)

genre: angst+fluff

summary: arvin had always heard the saying “heavy is the head that wears the crown” but never truly understood what it meant. not until now

words: 4.06k

warnings: since this is based off of a tdatt, family death, mentions of death, mentions of mobs, kissing, marriage, murder, smoking, suicide, cancer and i think that’s it. it’s also kinda melodramatic, and i haven’t watched tdalt in a while so a lot could be plot inaccurate also idk anything abt the mob or mafia so like dont k*ll me thx i just like joe pesci

a/n: first, i owe the amazing concept of mob!arv to @kelieah ! so go follow her for more mob!arvin goodness!! basically i’m obsessed w 90s mob movies and watched goodfellas and casino and few too many times lately and oops here we r! i tried to write this from the narrator in tdatt’s view, so if u wanna read it like that then cool! btw the pic w the dress is just an idea of the dress reader is wearing not what she looks like! ok enjoy i’ll stop rambling

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“So, Arvin. I was told you paint houses? That true?”

Arvin hesitated, opening his mouth and closing it again. He wasn’t a painter, no, he killed people. For a price, that is.

But rather than saying no, the jab in his side from his uncle told him to answer otherwise.

“Yes, sir. It is.”

The Pastor nodded, taking a drag from his cigar, imported all the way from Cuba. He then placed what was left of the long stick in the crystal tray in front of him, the tapping of it on the reflective surface seeming almost deafening.

“Can all your family be traced down to one place, son?”

Arvin gulped, avoiding his eyes, darting his own around the heavily decorated room. Another jab to his side. He winced, meeting the older man’s eyes. He may not know much about the life he was about to enter, but he knew enough about what that meant.

“Yes, sir. They can be, minus my father and my mother. They’re gone.”

Not even a full beat of silence later, the Pastor spoke.

“How’d he die?”

Arvin was taken aback, though he knew that question was coming. His jaw clenched, as did his fist by his side. If the Pastor noticed, he didn’t speak on it, barely lifting his eyes from the document resting on his desk.

“Suicide, after the war.”

“And your mother?”

He took his lip in between his teeth, feeling the skin break, the tears well in his eyes for reasons he would excuse as the pain he was inflicting.

“Cancer. It happened when I was young, I didn’t barely even know her.”

The pastor looked up, slimming his eyes. This time he did notice the glimmering droplets, welling up in his chestnut colored eyes, threatening to fall. He appreciated the boy’s attempt to keep his emotions in check in front of his would be superior, leaning back into his chair.

“It’s alright, boy. You’re allowed to cry, it was your mother.” His southern accent was thick like molasses, his words drawing out. Arvin still felt that it wasn’t acceptable, though, so he only sniffled and directed his chin further up towards the ceiling. He stood there for a while, nerves running through his every cell. It was electric, like white lighting making its way through his veins at a painstakingly slow pace.

“Right then.”

The pastor stood, walking towards Arvin and his uncle. His expensive loafers tapped along the cold floor as he went, the sound pestering to the ears of Arvin, taunting him. He reached a soft hand out, which the boy standing opposite to him gladly took. He observed how the Pastor’s hand was without scars, calluses. Anything that would point to evidence of him being a killer, doing his own dirty work (or “the Lord’s work” as he liked to put it).

“Welcome to the family, son.”

And as Arvin smiled widely and shook his hand with an iron grip, he began to wonder what his new life would entail doing the “Lord’s work”.

He thought he had a pretty good idea, but boy, was he wrong.

“So, how’d it go?”

It was later, and Arvin was sitting with one his most favorite people, Y/n. The pair were resting in an open field, the wildflowers around her just almost competing with the beauty she held. He bashfully looked to the dirt under his shoes, noticing how only inches away, her hands picked at the damp grass.

“Went well, I think. He told me I’m ‘part of the family now’.”

She smiled at him, and in that moment with her hair so widely astray, and wearing that pale blue dress he adored so much, Arvin’s heart felt a certain emotion he hadn’t necessarily felt for someone at this multitude before. He had felt it for Lenora, his mother, his aunt and uncle. But it was different, then. Because now as he sat with her by his side, his love for her was realized at its full potential.

She began to ramble on, congratulating him on becoming a member of her father’s so called “family”, telling him how proud she was. He couldn’t keep focused on the sweet words that were falling from her lips like honey, though, as he was too caught up in his own head, his own thoughts.

“Arv?” She asked, voice laced with slight concern, but mostly with curiosity.

“Sorry, darlin’. Just thinking.”

She blushes, it’s the first time he’s called her that before. She tries to carry on conversation, though with her heart beating through that pretty dress of her’s, it was a bit difficult.

“About what?” She questioned, doing her very best not to pry too far, to be invasive in the very reserved Arvin’s mind.

Truthfully? He was promising himself that he would marry her one day, make her his wife. But telling her that he was only thinking “‘bout the future” would have to do. I mean, truthfully, he really was!

So he answered her, and she was content with said answer, abandoning the subject and returning to many praises for Arv. The standards for the “family” were high, and though she believed in him fiercely, she knew that at his core Arvin was the sweetest soul she’d ever met, and she was skeptical he could put that aside to do whatever the job would require.

“Arvin?”

He looked up, and she nearly lost her breath. It was Arvin’s sunkissed skin, tanned from working under the hot sun, the beams beating down on him. Or perhaps it was the freckles that lightly dusted his crooked nose, like a constellation from the cosmos above. Maybe even it was the mop that sat on his head, the color all the same of those sweet brown eyes of his. Whatever it was, she felt it could only mean one thing.

Y/n Y/l/n was confident she loved Arvin Russell.

“Hmm?” He asked, tilting his head like a confused canine. Adorably endearing, she thought.

And though she had much to say, she was afraid that if he were the dog in question, then the puppy had got her tongue, so to say.

“Y/n/n?” The boy said, nudging her with his elbow, making a melodious giggle erupt from her chest. “What, cat got your tongue?” Arvin teased, and she only shook her head and smiled, as he had no idea how correct he really was.

“You could say that.”

The two shared laughs over the exchange, and at some point (neither of them are quite sure when, how, or who leaned in first), their lips connected in a short and sweet kiss. It seemed that it only lasted for a moment, and as soon as they pulled apart, Arvin and Y/n both were dying for more.

But they resisted, Arvin reaching out a cautious hand to entangle with hers. She bashfully grinned, as did he (though he did his best to resist).

“Y/n, I really like you.” He had said, his thumb running small circles upon her skin. “And correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you like me too.” He laughed, nervous notes to the sound.

“And well, I was wondering if you’d like to be my girlfr-”

And with a light groan, Y/n had wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing both of them to the ground. She connected their lips, the kiss so oddly blunt, an attack on his lips that he had no plan of fighting off. His hands found her hair, and her’s moved to the sides of his face, holding him so tightly, as if she was afraid he would let go.

“Yes.” She pulled away panting, her lips swollen, his flushed. “Yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend, Arvin.”

They smiled as bright as the setting sun above them, and Arvin pulled her close as she buried her face in the warm crook of his neck. They stayed like that ‘till the sun went down and the stars came out of hiding, the cool summer breeze blowing around them. They both still felt it, then, the love they had only just began to realize was there. And they would continue to feel it for years to come.

Like when Arvin would get back from a job, sometimes with blood splattered on his crisp white shirts, his dirty work getting, well, dirty. She would slowly peel it from his body, taking care to make sure he wasn’t hurt. She would do her best to wash the crimson stains from the fabric, sighing if it was seeming to be of no use. Arvin would come up behind her where she was working at the sink, wrapping his strong arms around her middle and resting his head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Arv,” she would start, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face, “damn thing won’t budge.” Arvin would just chuckle, reaching up a gentle hand, gentle only for her, to tuck the hair behind her ear, quietly speaking.

“Well I think it looks pretty good, darlin’. It’ll do just fine.” He would spin her around to face him, and pepper small kisses on her skin, smiling at her reaction. And if he was hurt, she would take care to use a warm washcloth, wiping the scarlet splatters from his creamy complexion.

The juxtaposition of the shades was always bewildering for her, oddly beautiful in a way. She never said so, though, only muttering praises of how proud she was, how strong he is, things like that. And Arvin would watch her, honey colored eyes following her as she moved about to fix him right up. No pain would have any real effect on him, not when she was there to reassure him, make him whole again.

As Arvin moved up in their small town world, in the “family”, he remained just as kind, just as gentle. Nothing really changed, no, only the lines on his forehead deepening and the crows feet becoming darker when he smiled; And Y/n’s role, as well. She stopped cleaning him up, stopped trying to rid his shirts of bloody reminders of his living. Arvin seemed to no longer be “painting walls’, but rather making sure jobs were done, everyone was staying in their places.

And things led to another, and all of a sudden Y/n and Arvin were moving into a big house, bigger than Arvin had ever even been in before. Deals and arrangements were made, settlements too.

One regular Tuesday, Arvin came home from what Y/n could tell had been a long, long, day. He was exhausted, but had this unmistakable look of excitement and joy plastered to his face. He had come in bursting through the door, not even taking off his hat or overcoat before making his way over to Y/n and kissing her silly.

“Well hello to you, too, Arv.” She laughed, amusement and curiosity both equally swirling around in her brain, wondering what could possibly have inspired this behavior.

“Things are happening, sweetheart, good, good things.” He took her hands in his, briefly shaking them before planting a kiss to them and walking away, a big smile on his face. And truth be told, not that she would admit it, it scared the Hell outta her. She wasn’t quite sure as to why, but something was itching at her brain, warning her that whatever was brewing wasn't a good thing. But nevertheless, she maintained her grin, painted lips never faltering.

The next day, when the “good things” were supposed to be happening, Arvin was seriously wondering why on God’s green Earth he had expected this to be easy.

“Come again, son?”

Arvin swallowed, shifting on his feet. He mentally scolded himself for ending up in this position again, standing in front of the Pastor’s desk, all kinds of confused. But it had to be this way, it was for the best, he knew. The sun shone through the window above the desk in front of him, right into his eyes, nearly blinding him. The Pastor didn’t really care, though.

“I’m asking for your blessing to ask Y/n’s hand in marriage, sir.”

The older man slowly nodded in understanding, taking a long drag from the expensive cigar between his fat fingers, the gold ring on his pinky also shining brightly under the harsh sun’s light.

“I just thought that after our arrangement-”

“Arvin, I don’t regret making you an heir, I don’t.” He stated, blowing out a long stream of smoke. “Hell, I can feel something big and bad coming, boy, you understand? I know God’s will is holding out on us, on this family. But it’s running thin.”

The young man clenched his jaw, internally cringing on what that might mean to the family, for the family, what it meant for Y/n. He bit his tongue, feeling the iron seep onto his taste buds.

“And I know those damn Teagardins are plotting, they’re plotting for our downfall. Making you next in line is something they won’t see coming, and I trust it’ll stay that way. But I don’t quite understand

“Well I love your daughter, I love her so much that it hurts. And if worst comes to worst…” he stopped, his bottom lip wavering for a moment, trying to carefully dance around the different outcomes of this conversation. “I feel I’ll be better able to protect her if we’re married, if she’s truly mine.” That part might have been a lie. Y/n has never been his, never would be. She was her own person, outside Arvin, outside the family. It was what he loved about her above all else.

The Pastor was quiet for a moment contemplating his response, calculating it.

“Would you die for her?”

“Yes.” The answer came without thought, it was automatic for Arvin.

The Pastor smiled widely, lifting his arms.

“So, when’s the wedding, Arv?

Turns out, it was exactly a year, a month, and 6 days until Y/n and Arvin would tie the knot. Arvin had spent time, waiting to find the perfect moment to ask her the big question. He had decided on a night where the moon was bright and the sky was clear. They sat together in what they had donned “their” field, the greenery around them rustling in the wind. Though he was nervous, he had delivered a stunning speech that had taken poor Y/n’s heart by force. It ended up with both of them crying like babies and a shiny ring on Y/n’s finger.

The wedding itself had taken place on a beautiful summer’s day, and Y/n had worn a pretty white dress that had made Arvin almost faint when he saw her, standing there on her father’s arm. She was all decked out in the most expensive diamonds and pearls, courtesy of her father, making her shine like a crystal of sorts.

It was the best night of her life, Arv’s too. But the joy they had felt must have an inevitable end, as the worst night (Arvin’s too) was soon to follow.

It had been an ambush, the death of the Y/l/n family. The death toll had managed to wrack up every member immediate member of the esteemed mob family, including the Pastor, his wife, and their two sons. A bomb planted in the trunk of their Cadillac that had gone off, placed there by who knows.

When Arvin had heard, his immediate reaction was to thank God that Y/n had decided to stay with him that day, to go lay in the fields just the two of them. Immediately after she had been told, she had fallen into Arvin, her entire body weight being put into his arms. Sobs wracked through her frame, her tears dampening Arvin’s yellow button up.

Once she had “come to”, Y/n had grown to be furious rather than sad. As when you look at the lineage of her family, look at the ranks of the mob and who’s to rise to power when the one in front of them dies, well Arvin was right after Y/n’s big brother, Jamie.

And Y/n had loved her big brother, she had loved him very much and would like to believe that Arvin, her sweet, sweet Arvin, would never do anything of that multitude just to satiate his hunger and appetite for power. The hunger for power she wasn’t even aware he possessed. But how in the Hell was she even supposed to be sure?

“I want to believe you, Arv, I do. But I can’t! It don’t make any damn sense, Arvin!”

“You really think that low of me, Y/n/n?”

Y/n had been shouting, trying to confront him for a crime he hadn’t committed. But Arvin was calm as he spoke, his eyes only watering and his voice only bordering on wavering. Y/n reached a trembling hand to her scalp, pulling lightly on her roots. The tears slipping down her face were hot and salty and she hated it so much.

“What else am I supposed to think?” She lifted an arm, sniffling before putting her other one on her waist, the blue of her dress, the same dress Arvin adored so much, just barely matching what was to become of her mood. She was started to regress, the red hot anger from before transforming to a stormy blue of unsure waters.

“My whole family is dead, and it just so happened that you asked me to stay with you the day they died! My whole family is dead!” She screamed, her voice a crescendo of sorts. “And everyone is clean, Arv, except you. You got the motive, you got the alibi, I’ll give you that much.” She paused, briefly wiping her nose and looking to the blank wall to the left of her father’s office. “It’s funny;” she dryly chuckled, and Arvin looked up.

“You went from doing my daddy’s dirty work to gettin’ some poor bastard to do your own. Ironic isn’t it?”

Arvin stepped towards her, pain twisting his insides up to see his best girl afraid of him, cowering away from his touch.

“You still have me, Y/n. I’m your family.”

She looked to her feet and back to him, shaking her head.

“No, Arv. You’re not. And you will be sorry for what you did to him, to all of them. You will be.” She said, walking away with her heels clicking heavily on the wooden floors. Arvin stood still for a while, not quite sure where to go next. But it dawned on him as the stained glass shone down on his feet in the most poetic manner, that he was already there.

So he dragged his feet along with him, breaths ragged and short, his head slowly tilting up towards the glorious light. He only had to go a few feet, before he sat down in the old leather chair, the only emotions he felt being those of an imposter. He thought back to all the nervous conversations he’d had with the pastor while he was sitting in that chair, a trembling Arvin usually standing opposite, awaiting instruction.

He darted his eyes across the mahogany surface in front of him, looking at all the various things that he only could associate with Y/n’s father. His valued cigar box, the crystalline tray that rested next to it. (He swore he could still smell the fresh smoke, wafting from the little dish.) He opened it, the latch clinking before his hand reached in and his fingers clasped around one of the thick rolls of tobacco. Before he could light it, he felt overwhelmed all of a sudden, and dropped it back into the box, slamming the lid.

He laid back, resting his weary head. Arvin took a deep breath through his nose, exhaling through his mouth, before falling into a not so peaceful slumber.

He was only woken minutes later, Joseph, Y/n’s uncle, wanting to know if Arvin had seen her lately. He shook his head, muttering an annoyed “No”. Joseph got the idea relatively quickly, exiting the room. He heard the chapel’s doors close, taking that as his queue to leave once he saw the time. So he grabbed his hat and his coat, leaving the office and making his way through the dimly lit space. His attention was caught, though, by the cross by the front pews, so beautifully shining. Arvin put down his things, and walked over to the pew, sitting down on the uncomfortable hardwood. He bowed his head, putting his interlocked fingers utop the surface in front of him.

He hadn’t done this in awhile, this whole praying thing. It seemed naive in his way of life, with the things that happened around him, the people lost. But nonetheless, if ever, now was a good time to try.

“Heavenly Father, I, I, uh, I need to talk to you. To, uh, set the record straight.” His hands were sweaty, tears welling in his eyes.

“Y/n, she’s- well she’s the love of my life, God, and I don’t think she loves me anymore. Hell, she wants me dead. But I don’t blame her, I couldn’t ever. Not after...” he paused, his bottom lip shaking, “Not if she thinks I killed her family. But I didn’t, Father, I didn’t and I could never. But she don’t see that. I need her to see that.” He raised his voice, the bitter droplets rolling down his reddened cheeks, hitting his shoes.

“I can’t live without her, I won’t. So I guess I’m askin’ you a favor, Lord. Just… let her know I didn’t do it, that I would never hurt her.” His voice cracked, his words barely audible, not that whoever was listening cared.

“That I love her so much.”

Arvin muttered something of an “Amen”, and then just sat there for he wasn’t sure how long. His silence was interrupted by a mellow and raw voice, cutting through the silence like the sharpest dagger.

“It was the Teagardin family. I just found out.”

Arvin stood and turned so fast he dizzied himself, having to hold onto the back of the pew for stability. His bottom lip quivered, his flushed features gaining a confused look.

“Y/n/n? How long you been there?” He questioned, not bothering to wipe his eyes. She shifted from one foot to the other, fumbling with her hands.

“Long enough.”

There was a mutual understanding at her few words from the two of them, and an apology within them all the same. Her eyes were bloodshot, her nose runny and her overall appearance disheveled. Despite that, just the fact that she was there, to him, made her the most beautiful girl in the world.

Arvin could tell she was holding herself back, her emotions, too, as she started to speak, barely able to get through a sentence as she rambled about how she shouldn’t have assumed things, and that it wasn’t right of her to accuse her beloved of something so dire. But none of it mattered to Arvin as he strode towards her, her words only ceasing when he finally wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m so sorry, Arv.” She sobbed, gripping onto him for dear life. That was all she said, repeating it over and over again with the exception of “I love you” also being reiterated.

Her husband spoke over her hushed tone, saying “It’s alright, doll, I know. You were right to think that, it’s not your fault. It was never your fault.” They continued that way for some time until they both regained their bearings, Arvin wrapping an arm around her shoulders and walking down the front stairs of the chapel.

“Let’s go home, sweet girl.” He had said, so they did. Arvin kissed the side of her head, regarding once more how he loved her, before starting the ride home, his hand on her thigh the whole time, not wanting to let her go for even a second.

His mind was plagued with thoughts of the past, and he remembered an old saying he had heard long ago. What was it? Ah, you know what they say.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”

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blackhole-imagines · 5 years ago

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His Combatant (Grimmjow x Reader)

This is a story i put a lot of work into, its on my Wattpad as well. I placed the link at the bottom so no one thinks I stole this story.

It’s kind of weird it has kind of lives me castle/mythology vibes, but I still really like it.

It’s about a Fraccion who was under Harribel, but due to her overconfidence in her abilities she was transferred.

Now that I think abt it it’s kind of out of character bc Harribel would never give one of her girls up but whatever let’s just pretend Lmao

Ch. 1

Hueco Mundo was very different than what an outsider may think. Hollows were savages; yes, but there was a whole intricate system that outsiders knew nothing of. As the beast became stronger it became more intelligent, so it is only natural that there is some order going on outside of Las Noches. Las Noches however, was much more complex. The Arrancars and Espadas didn't just roam around aimlessly through the castle halls. They have jobs, errands to run, friends. Some are better at socializing than others, but that is more than okay.

The Espadas are assigned castles inside of Las Noches. These castles didn't just house the Espada and Fraccion, but other arrancars as well. The Arrancars are each assigned a castle where they will be living and working. Naturally these Arrancars are commanded by the respective Espada of that certain castle. The castles weren't anything like the fairy tail ones, the were the typical white buildings of Las Noches with gold details on the outside. The castles were built so that they surrounded the main castle, Aizens castle. The buildings were ordered clock wise, so the First Espadas castle was in between the second and tenth Espada's. They never touched, the buildings, everything was spaced out so that no one was breathing down each other's necks. It prevented conflict.

There was a girl who had just finished patrolling the castle boarders. She was no ordinary Arrancar, she was one of the Fraccion. One of the more skilled out of the bunch. She belonged to Harribel: the third. Patrol was a crucial part of living in Las Noches. There wasn't anything like a civil war but it was pivatal to always have a look out. This castle was the only one ran by a female Arrancar, and some have tried to take that as an opportunity to attack. Other times they had to watch out for refugees. Many have taken refuge in the third's castle looking to escape the more ruthless Espada. At the moment they were at full capacity and could no longer take anyone in.

Announcing her entrance with a knock, she entered the third's quarters. Lady Harribel was seated by a small table and seemed to be filling out some paperwork. As the girl approached her rightful Espada, she descended on her knees. Harribel gave her a brief nod and allowed her to speak. "Lady Harribel, the northern and eastern boarders are quiet. Apache should be returning from her patrol duties soon". "Rise ___" She did as she was asked and quickly got on her two feet. "We need to talk" Harribel announced. The Fraccion nodded slowly becoming anxious.

Lady third scribbled one last thing on the document she was working on and placed her her pen down. Harribel's normally sharp eyes seemed softer today and it bothered the girl even more. She felt something was wrong the minute she stepped foot in this room.

"As of today" she paused "you will no longer be one of my Fraccion". Her breath caught in her throat, she was silent, in shock. Her thoughts ran amok in her head; did she do something wrong? Had she upset lady Harribel? Was she not strong enough? No, she knew none of those justified lady Harribel's reasoning. Not once had the Espada lifted her gaze from her now former Fraccion.

"So what now? You're demoting me to the bottom of the food chain?" She asked with a slight pitch of sharpness in her tone. Harribel noticed right away and stood up, the ex-subordinate quickly lowered her head. "You will retain your title as a Fraccion, just not mine". "Then who's" She implored. "Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez" there was a pause, she did not want to hear that name. He was one of the three most ruthless Espada's in Las Noches. The amount of Arrancar that had dragged their bruised and beaten bodies here, bleeding in order to escape, the sexta sickened her. "But lady Hallibel why? I'm the strongest of your fraccion, there in no reason for me to be sent to that brute. You've seen what he's done to who make him mad" her voice held frustration and desperation "then don't make him mad".

Her hands were balled in a fist, drops of red falling onto the white floor. Tears had threatened to escape her eyes, but she held it in. "____" she paused her voice much softer this time "this is precisely why I'm doing this, you're too confident in your abilities. It's not a bad thing, but you need a challenge, a reason to always be on your guard and this is it". The salty liquid broke trough and cascaded down her red cheeks. "You shouldn't be so trusting and comfortable around your environment, you never know when someone will come for you. Lord Aizen and I talked about this, it was either Nnoitra, Szayelaporro, or Grimmjow. I would never give you to the 5th, and the 8th was out of the question." She had parted her lips to respond, but nothing came out.

Harribel released a long breath "this will be good for you, pack a bag and be at the 6th gate by dusk" after nodding her head she made her way to the door "lady Harribel... may I visit" she questioned "Only if he allows". She bit her lip in frustration and quickly made her way out. She took the long way to her room, intaking every inch of her home. She didn't want to leave. As much as she hated to admit, she was scared. Injuries she had seen, had patched up that was made by the sixth, he was merciless. She had only been in Grimmjow's presence a handful of times and none of them were pleasant. The last time she had seen him she made sure to never see him again. She was mistaken.

Thinking about it made her body shiver. She will never forget that day. There was an Arrancar she had spotted while on patrol, he was dragging his body through the sand because one of his legs was blown off. She rushed to his rescue because at the time they were taking in refugees. It all happened so fast, one minute she was running and the next she saw blue and white in front of her. All she heard was a scream and the man was dead. The sexta's body had covered hers from the blood that gushed out of the mans body. Grimmjow turned towards her wearing a cynical smirk that she would never forget.

Entering her room had brought her back to reality. She walked over to her closet and began packing necessities. When she had finished she sat on her bed and pondered. She couldn't wrap her head around it, lady Harribel was right. She had become less attentive and more trusting, but it was no reason to send her away. When the sky became pink she got up and went on her merry way. To get to Grimmjow's castle she couldn't walk around to get to it, not unless she wanted to be fired at by cero's. Her new home was located almost across her old one. She had to go through Aizen's castle, his castle was connected to all the others.

The skies were now grey and she stood outside of the 6th gate awaiting her escort. The man who had come to pick her up introduced himself as Shawlong, he was tall, skinny, and carried himself with honor . She admired that in individuals, his hollow mask was very different than hers. His resembled a hat that had a spike to its right side and it covered his left eye. Hers resembled a forehead crown that had a sharp end that reached in between her eyes.

Unlike the thirds castle that was lively and full of life, this one was dead. There hadn't been a single other arrancar in sight. "Where is everyone?" She looked at Shawlong for an answer. "Many of our arrancar do not know how to behave around lord Grimmjow, so they die. Others flee to other castles" nodding her head she kept silent. "You mustn't be scared, lord Grimmjow detests fear" he paused "but he has good intentions" she scoffed, but kept her mouth shut.

Shawlong showed her to her room, it was different from her previous room. It was simpler, she didn't hate it. "I'll come find you when our lord returns, you may wander the hall if you wish. Do not go into the room with the double doors, unless you intend to die" that quickly caught her attention, she knew where not to go to. After Shawlong left she began placing her things down. The room was surprisingly clean, it surprised her that they kept up with their cleanliness due to the lack of inhabitants. She walked over to the large mirror in the corner of the room and began examining herself. Turning her body in different directions just to check herself out. She had the standard hakamas on, her top was a white long sleeve bodysuit. With a deep breath she undid the black sash around her waist, pants sliding to the floor. The rest of her clothes soon followed, she tossed them in a bin she assumed is where laundry went. Her nude frame walked across the room and entered the bathroom. She started her shower and planned to go to bed right after.

#grimmjow imagine #grimmjow #grimmjow headcanon #grimmjow x reader #grimmjow reader #anime #story #bleach imagine #bleach headcanon #bleach

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phan-of-the-pen · 7 years ago

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I Dare You To Stay: Chapter 3

Hey guys! New chapter! I also used the song Resistance by Muse. ALSO I’m on spring break today so I’m going to have more free time!! That means more chapters!! :D

Tags for chapter: fluff, lowkey flirting

Words for chapter: ~3.8k

Fic Summary: Dan Howell is a barista working a shitty job, frequenting his shitty apartment, and living a shitty existence, hiding his asexuality and going for a PHD in self-depreciation and depression. Phil Lester is a part-time intern, part-time employee at a local weather station, trying to get experience in his field and make a name for himself, while juggling a second job at the nearby Tesco’s to give him some financial breathing room. Their paths were never supposed to meet, but what happens when they do anyways, one rainy day in Manchester?

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After about a week had gone by, Dan was feeling much more like himself. His mental health had balanced out a little, the chemicals in his brain righting themselves to as good as they ever got, and the few symptoms that he had experienced due to his concussion had faded away. Which was good, because Dan was sure that if he forgot what kind of coffee he had been in the middle of making one more time Jaime was going to kick him out of the store until he was fully healed.

Besides the normal mishaps that happened on a day-to-day basis regardless of concussions involved, the week was relatively decent enough and lacking in any special "charm", as Jaime put it. But it wasn't like Dan was complaining. Yeah, it was good to be doing something, but having a slower-than-normal week was perfect for giving Dan's health a little bit of time to catch up. Dan also didn't have to work with Steve at all this past week, which was an absolute blessing, thank god.

Dan did end up taking the whole "limiting screen time" thing a bit hard. There were multiple times where he would subconsciously pull his phone out of his back pocket to check the time or scroll through social media when there weren't any customers around, just for Jaime to pluck it right out of his hands with a tsk. And he would groan and mumble about how "unfair" she was being, but really he was kind of glad that he had someone to make sure he didn't screw his brain up any more than he already had.

And, because staying up until 4AM on Tumblr wasn't an option anymore, he was significantly much more well-rested, resulting in a much smaller consumption of caffeine, which his body seemed to be thanking him for. Funny how things can work out like that.

It was a Monday, and he was for once alone in the shop. Steve was in some other country for holiday and Jaime had come down with a nasty cold over the weekend. And, surprisingly enough, that exhausted all of their options. The store itself was small, so it easily got by with few employees, but as it was minus Dan, Jaime, and Steve, the rest of the help were teenagers still in school that took shifts on the weekends and some nights. What was Dan going to do?—call one of the kids and ask them "uh yeah hey I know you're in the middle of class right now, but could you maybe cover for someone who called out sick?". No, Dan would pass on that.

His phone dinged in his pocket, and his chuckled. That would be Jaime, for the millionth time today already, complaining that she was "literally dying". There was no one in the shop, so Dan palmed his phone, unlocking it with a swipe of his finger. He laughed at Jaime's message and replied, biting his lip to unconsciously try to hide his smile.

>> From: my maraschino cherry

dan i cant even get out of bed to write my will

how will ppl know all of my millions go to my cat

>> To: my maraschino cherry

two problems:

1 you dont have a cat

2 i know full well you have abt 37€ to your name

>> From: my maraschino cherry

i cant believe you would be this rude to me when im dying

>> To: my maraschino cherry

if ur gonna die im getting ur paycheck

>> From: my maraschino cherry

if im gonna die im gonna haunt your ass for the rest of ur miserable life howell

Dan laughed, but a teenager that was obviously skipping school walked in the store, so he pocketed his phone for the moment. She ended up ordering a coffee but didn't stray from the counter, instead she very obviously flicked her eyes over Dan and tried to flirt with him. Fortunately for Dan, however, she could tell after a few moments of his awkward stuttering and the uncomfortable hunch of his shoulders that he wasn't interested, and she backed down, wishing him a good day and walking back out of the store, throwing a "Thanks for the coffee!" over her shoulder.

When she was gone Dan let out a sigh of relief and relaxed against the counter. He hated being flirted with. It made him way too anxious and stressed out.

This Monday was the slowest day he had seen in a very long time, possibly the most empty he had ever seen the store in the entire time he had worked here, which had been quite a while. Three hours had passed since that girl had come in, and no one else had entered the store, leaving Dan alone. He'd made himself two coffee's, had his lunch break, played several games on his phone, and even face-timed Jaime. Now though, Jaime was sleeping, his phone was nearly dead, and he still had another four hours before his shift was ending. Would he last until six? Time would only tell, that was for sure.

Dan slumped through another forty-five minutes of him lazing around the coffee shop, counting the cars as they passed by. He nearly fell asleep once, and because he so happened to be working in a coffee shop, Dan made him a double caramel macchiato with an absurd amount of sugar in it. He quite nearly chugged it, just for something to do, but settled for a slightly more reserved series of large gulps.

Afterwards, he used the key in his pocket to unlock the manager's office. Well, "office" was a bit of a stretch. It was mainly just a tiny room where the security monitor was housed as well as the filing cabinet that was sure to hold things like employee records and information on ingredients purchased and such. Dan's key didn't open that, and since his key was actually Jaime's she didn't have access to that either. The only one who did was the owner.

Dan sat at the desk, looking around for some sorts of PA system. He had never really been back here, only seen Jaime come in to turn the store's music on and turn it off every day they worked together. And frankly, even if Jaime was technically the manager, she had given Dan the temporary title when he stopped by her apartment to grab the keys to the store when she called him to tell him that she was sick, and that meant that he could choose the music, today. He'd been playing songs on his phone for the day, as some source of background noise, but with the nearing death of his phone, he had stopped the app awhile ago.

Maybe music is the key to ending this suffering, Dan thought, shuffling papers out of the way, still looking. Maybe, if I can ever find the damn thing.

Dan huffed, defeated, slumping against the chair. He absentmindedly spun in it a little, rocking from left to right, thinking. So, there was obviously no little radio or something back here, connected to the speakers, so that was out of the question. There was also no microphone or anything of the sorts that could be used to broadcast music via an outside source like a phone, which wouldn't have helped him anyways with said almost-dead battery. He sat, turning the problem in question around in his head. Dan left his head fall back on the headrest, puffing out his cheeks and staring at the ceiling. He spun himself in the chair with his foot, watching as the peeling paint above him swirled with him. When he came to a stop he picked his head up, thinking about how that was probably not the greatest for his head after a recent concussion, and his gaze landed right on the computer.

He wasn't sure about his possible success rate, but he sat up, switching the monitor on. A screen for a password came up, and Dan looked at it for a moment before putting in his employee pin. The computer beeped but the screen didn't change. A pop-up surfaced: Your password was incorrect.

Dan frowned, but then lit up almost immediately as the pieces clicked into place. Of course his pin wouldn't work; he wasn't the manager of the store and didn't have a key to this back room, so it wouldn't make any sense for his employee number to work. However, Jaime was the manager, and they had clocked in for each other more than enough times at this point for each other to know their pins.

He typed out her six-number pin and hit 'enter' but this time when the computer beeped, there was no pop-up. The home screen opened and Dan smiled. There wasn't much on the screen, but he flicked his eyes over the small selection of apps lined up on the left side of the screen and clicked on one who's icon was a blue eighth note. What was basically a souped-up Spotify opened, and Dan scrolled through the music selection available. There was a history bar, but the only thing on there was the local pop station, which was obviously what Jaime played day to day.

Dan knew that this was a work computer and everything on it was probably recorded and such, and—not to mention the fact that at some point today there were going to be customers so he couldn't choose something nuts—as a result he passed by everything in the search that was heavier, more on the rock and roll side. He finally picked with a huge grin on his face, settling on one of the band's albums and hitting play, cackling when he heard the sound burst through the speakers in the front of the store. Dan raised the volume a little—just a tad, really—and stood, making his way out of the manager's office in higher spirits than he entered it with. Dan re-locked the door behind him and made his way back behind the counter with a bounce in his step.

The next half an hour was better with music to keep him company, especially with his favorite artist easing the boredom that Dan felt. He was enjoying himself, if only slightly. Darkshines faded out and Dan had just finished texting Jaime (who was probably still asleep) that he was having a ton of fun here by himself (which was only half true; the music was good, yes, but he would have preferred some company too). Dan wasn't really paying too much attention to what was playing through the speakers, but when the almost haunting sound was taken over by a wonderful piano solo and the backbeat of a drum that Dan knew so well, he dropped his phone onto the counter and forgot about it completely. Dan grinned so wide he might have been afraid of his face splitting right in two.

He sang along, gaining confidence in the vacant coffee shop with every verse. Dan drummed on the counter to the guitar, the drums, even the rise and fall of the vocals of the song itself. Dan laughed, dancing on his feet as the chorus crashed.

Love is our resistance,

They'll keep us apart and won't stop breaking us down,

Hold me,

Our lips must always be sealed

Dan was honestly having fun at that point. One of his favorite songs of all time was on, and frankly, it had picked up his whole mood.

So, really, Dan couldn't be blamed when he didn't notice the little chime of the bell on top of the front door over the music, but he did notice that he had an audience when he spun around—still, admittedly, dancing—to find a tall, skinny man with dark, dark hair and very pale skin standing, a few steps inside the store, stopped dead in his tracks, mouth open a little and eyes wide, eyebrows high on his forehead.

Dan yelped, startled and very nearly slipping on his own two feet. He felt his face flush immediately and the guy himself had a dusting of pink on his cheeks, but it was undoubtedly much much more controlled than Dan's. His mouth went dry and he suddenly wished very much that Jaime was here, because if she was, Dan wouldn't have had his choice in music, and him getting caught dancing by a stranger wouldn't have happened, damnit.

"Uh...sorry. C-can I help you?" Dan stuttered, his face still hot. One of his hands was shaking but he just slipped it into his pocket. The guy blinked and Resistance was over, the music fading into something else, and the spell between them seemed to break, returning reality to its original state. The stranger nodded, stepping forward, a small smile on his face.

"It's okay, I like Muse too, I just wasn't expecting it," he said, chuckling, "and I'll have one caramel macchiato, please," he finished, biting his lip a little at the end of his sentence. Dan nodded, turning around and started to make the coffee, grateful to not have to hold the guy's gaze, but Dan could feel his eyes burning holes into Dan's back the entire time that he mixed the drink. He tried not to feel more uncomfortable and embarrassed than he already was. It wasn't working.

"Here you go," Dan said, handing the drink over, "one caramel macchiato." Their hands brushed and Dan flicked his eyes up from where his gaze was resting on the counter. He was looking at Dan weird. Did Dan say something? Offend the guy?

But as Dan finally met the stranger's eyes with his own, he became abruptly aware of how blue they were. A memory surfaced, one of colliding head-first with a stranger on the street with similarly gorgeous eyes, causing Dan to look the guy over. He had the eyes, the same combination of pretty and handsome that Dan remembered through the haze of his headache, the same everything that Dan had remembered. Except for the pair of black glasses perched on his nose.

In all fairness, the guy had flicked his eyes over Dan too, and was looking at him expectantly, a question that Dan couldn't read in his eyes.

"Did you...this is going to sound weird, but did you happen to, ah, run into anyone? Like last week-ish? And them possibly fall over?" Dan squeaked, his small amount of confidence burning out mid-way through his question but Dan's social anxiety keeping him from dropping it.

The man smiled, and it was blinding.

"Yeah! I was wondering if it was you because you looked so familiar, but I didn't want to say anything and seem like a creep. I'm glad you said something!" He laughed, and it was the happiest sound Dan had ever heard. He could feel his blush. The stranger who Dan did-and-didn't know stuck his hand out, that smile still there.

Dan shook it, his head still whirling. His hands were just as warm as Dan remembered them, as utterly creepy that sounded in his head.

"I'm Phil, by the way, it's nice to meet you again."

"Uh, Dan. And...yeah," he replied lamely.

Internally, he groaned. Can he really be any stupider in a social conversation? Is that possible?

Phil was still smiling, but it dampened a little and he looked concerned. "How is your head, by the way? Better, hopefully?"

"Oh, yeah, it still throbs every once in awhile just to be a pain in the ass, but I think I'm good at this point. You were right though—I had a concussion. My friend ended up taking me to the doctor's."

Phil grimaced in sympathy.

"I can't say that I'm jealous of that. I'm quite a clumsy person, so I've had my fair share of concussions. I'm glad you're feeling better though! I was wondering if you were okay like, the entire rest of the day we ran into each other. I felt so guilty."

Damn, he'd probably double over if I told him that I stayed in bed for like 48 hours straight after that fall, Dan thought, eh, it was for a different reason though, maybe not.

Instead of voicing his thoughts, Dan chuckled a little.

"The whole day, huh? That's pretty empathetic, especially for a stranger."

"Oi! You looked like you were about to fall over! It was like walking one of my drunk friends home!" Phil said, almost a whine. Dan laughed, he couldn't help it really, there was just something inexplicably funny about Phil grumbling as he was.

"Besides, we aren't strangers anymore, so you're point is totally invalid."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. I'm Phil, you're Dan. Dan and Phil. Phil and Dan. We know each other's names so we're totally not strangers."

Dan snorted and shook his head. His phone beeped on the counter, definitely just Jaime replying to him, probably telling him not to have so much fun when she was dying.

"Aw, you're ringer isn't a Muse song. I'm disappointed now." Phil said and Dan rolled his eyes.

"I don't like Muse that much, mate."

Phil scoffed playfully, and gave Dan a look.

"Really? I walked in here with you giving your own little performance of Resistance by Muse. Quite entertainingly, really, and I can bet that no one who 'doesn't like Muse that much' would do that, mate."

Dan felt a little off at that. Partially because Phil saw right through Dan's bullshit and his easy-going jibe at Dan's use of 'mate'.

"Fine, you caught me, guilty as charged and all that—I love Muse. They're my absolute favorite music group and the owners of my literal soul." At the end, Dan had gotten a bit sarcastic, but overall the statement was true. Phil smiled, but this one was different, it was slyer, like he knew a secret that Dan didn't.

"I thought so, Dan."

Dan almost choked on his own spit when Phil said his name like that. And Dan wasn't even sure what 'like that' even meant, he just knew that there was something different at how his name rolled off of Phil's lips.

Phil's eyes went a little wide, his mouth forming an 'o' like he was remembering something.

"Oh yeah! I totally forgot to pay!" Phil reached into his back pocket, and Dan's eyes totally didn't follow the movement, thank you very much. He pulled out a leather wallet and opened it up, placing his coffee on the counter so he could use two hands and was already pulling out money, but Dan snapped back to attention and waved it away.

"No no, you keep that Phil."

"Dan, I've got to pay for my coffee."

"Nope, I won't let you. It's on me, okay? I ran into you that night, you walked me home and made sure I got in safely, trust me, you keep your money, Phil."

"Dan, we ran into each other, you can't really count that," Phil said, trying to hand Dan what was enough to buy two coffees. Dan pushed Phil's hands away, giving the guy an exasperated look.

"I can and I will. Look, even if you don't count that, you still walked me home, I still owe you."

"That's not how it works."

"You did a favor for me, I'm doing a favor for you; that's so how it works."

"Dan-"

"Take the damn coffee, Phil," Dan said, and following an impulse, plucked the wallet out of Phil's hands, slipped the money back inside and shut it. Dan leaned over the counter a little for a better reach, one of his hands braced on the counter, and put the wallet into the pocket on Phil's shirt. Dan pulled back, rocking on his heels a little, and flashed Phil a little smile. Phil shook his head, but there was a smile on his face.

"You are very stubborn, Dan"

"Thanks."

Phil laughed and picked up his coffee, taking a sip. His face lit up and he looked down at the steaming drink in his hands.

"Wow this is actually really good," he said, surprise in his voice.

"You are one of those really supportive friends, aren't you, Phil." Dan snorted.

"Hey!" Phil cried, indignantly. "How do I know that fall didn't, like, scramble your brains or something? Forever impair your coffee-making abilities?"

Dan laughed again, and honestly, he couldn't help it if he tried. Phil was just too...too Phil. Dan didn't know what was about him, but now that he wasn't severely concussed, he was aware of how fun Phil seemed to be around.

It turned out that Phil had been looking around for a place to stay and burn some time before he had to get into work, so he stayed up at the counter, and he and Phil fooled around for a little, joking and teasing each other. Dan had made himself a drink (a smoothie this time because he didn't think his system could handle any more caffeine without imploding) and Phil had another coffee and a danish from their display case (which he actually paid for because he quite literally just wouldn't accept Dan waving the money away). When it came time for Phil to leave, however, the process nearly took almost fifteen minutes because neither of them would shut up. When Phil was at the glass door and they were still trading jokes, he looked at his watch and said something about running late from staying too long, and even though he didn't seem too concerned about it, Dan certainly was, shooing him out with a "Phil! Go! I swear to god if you're late to work!". Phil had laughed his way out and so had Dan, really.

When he was gone though, Dan couldn't help but feel a little lonely. He hadn't really had anyone around all day besides the very few customers that had popped in for a few minutes, and Phil's presence was a welcome change in all of it. Now that he was gone the store felt much more empty than before.

Thankfully for Dan though, soon after, things started to pick up. More and more people came in for their evening coffee, and with the customers, Dan was busy, which was good enough. When his shift was over, and two teens had come in to take over the store, Dan had forgone getting a taxi home to walk under the gloom of the Manchester skies. He stopped by a fast-food place to grab some dinner on his way back to his flat.

And if he paused and looked around at a particular corner close to home, his spirits dropping a little at the sight of nothing and nobody around him, no one had to know.

#phanfiction #phanfic #my fics #allyssaTM #phan #chaptered #dan howell #phil lester #i dare you to stay #i dare you to stay: chapter 3 #fluff #ace!dan #dan and phil #phandom #PHIL BACK LOOK AT THAT #this was really cute

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fhujami · 7 years ago

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You promised to come back. Chapter 7 [Sam Drake/OC]

Pairings: Sam Drake x OC

Warnings: Okay i think this is a little bit NSFW Umm, Reference to sex, cursing, minor violence, maybe some NSFW? I don’t know. (I haven’t write so much to know all the practical things, sorry)

A/N: Sorry abt the whole re-writing of the scene.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Epilogue

Chapter 7 - I was fine before all of this

Me and Elena managed to find a motel where Sam, Nate and Sully were. On the plane, I told her about Henry Avery’s treasure, how it was Nate’s and Sam’s dream. About how Sam’s life was now on line and Nate wanted to help his brother, which he had missed for the last fifteen years.

I tried to call Sully but his phone was off and I hoped they were alright. Elena walked to Nate’s room and saw all the stuff on the wall and the table. She finally realized that Nate had lied to her, that everything I told her was true. We looked down the maps and notes on the desk.

Elena shook her head while looking at the table, and guns on the bed. She took her time to look at the papers, and we waited for them to come back.

Then we heard guys talking outside and key drifting in the lock. I heard Nate talking: “That treasure is it as good as our... Shit.” I turned and saw Nate, Sully, and Sam inside. Nate looked shocked when he saw Elena standing next to me.

“How’s the Malaysian job going Nate?” She said and turned her sad eyes to Nate.

“Seems like your hair of course.”

Nate looked me. I moved my lips and said “I’m sorry.” to him.

“Elena it’s. It’s not what it looks like.” Nate said and turned his gaze to Elena and I watched Victor lowed his head and Sam leaned against the wall and looked at me.

“Really? Because what it looks like, it’s that you're searching for Henry Avery’s buried treasure.” Elena said and threw the paper on the desk. Then she turned to the bed and started to walk toward it: “And given the Shoreline soldiers that are all over town.” She grabbed a gun from the bed and looked at it.

“I bet you're not the only ones looking for it.”

“Alright well uh I...” Nate said and turned to look at Sully.

“I guess it kinda what it looks like. But, but I can explain.” He sounded that he didn’t know how to explain. He knew that I had told her about Sam already. That I had told her everything.

“Okay, it’s gonna sound crazy.”

“Try me.” Elena said and I could hear her voice that she was so disappointed. She threw the gun on the bed and stepped closer to Nate.

“For starters, uh.” Nate said and took a little step away from Elena. Nate turned to look Sam, raised his arm to him and turned to look back at Elena.

“This is, ah, Sam. Sam Drake. My brother.”

Sam raised his hand a little bit and gave Elena small wave before said quietly hi to her. Even though I didn’t saw Elena’s face, I was sure the look on her face was heartbroken. All of what I had told her on the plane was true. His husband had lied to her all these years. She turned to look at Nate and then leaned to look at Sully who told her he was sorry.

“We thought he had died in a Panamanian jail.” Nate tried to say but Elena raised her hand and took couple steps back.

“But we were obviously very wrong. He’s been stuck there for fifteen years, and it’s because of me. And the guy who broke him out want’s a lot of money and the only way we could pay of the debt is Avery’s treasure.”

Elena leaned to the backseat of a chair and she was about to burst into tears.

“That’s the good news, we found it, it’s on an island just off the coast.”

“Okay just stop.” She asked him and raised her hand to make him stop, her hand was shaking.

Nate didn’t know what to say. I saw how Elena rounded her wedding ring on her finger and I realized she was actually ready to take it off and handed it to Nate. I couldn’t watch it anymore so I closed my eyes while a tears fallen down on my cheek.

I heard that Elena mumbled and she stepped to the door and Nate yelled her to wait.

“I don’t get you!” I heard how they argued. I tried not to listen.

“I had to protect you.” Oh god Nate please, don’t say that she knows that’s not the case. Stop lying, she, she deserves the truth. “That is bullshit Nate! You just didn’t have the nerve to face me. Again.”

“I knew you’d react like this”

“How would you react? You lied to me, for weeks. If you were killed, I- I wouldn’t have even known about it. And now you have a brother?”

Elena sounded so heartbroken. I was heartbroken. I opened my eyes and saw Sam staring at me. He looked a little bit mad at me getting Elena involved to this.

“Who are you?” I heard Elena asking.

“C’mon I’m me. C’mon it’s me.” I saw how Nate stepped closer to Elena who was behind the corner.

“It’s different this time.” He said. I heard that Elena sighed. She had heard that before.

“I have to save him. I don’t even care about the treasure.” Nate said. I looked at Sam. I was mad at him. Did he have nothing to say? His brother was there, fighting over his marriage and he didn’t stand up even though this was all his fault? Because of him, Nate had left to the hunt. Because of him Nate lied to his wife and returned the game he had to get out of long time ago.

“The look on your face when you walked into this room. If you're done lying to me then you should stop lying, to yourself. I got a plane to catch. You do what you have to do.” And I heard Elena left the room.

Nate walked back to the desk and Sully asked what he was doing and he should go after his wife. Nate looked at me with a hate in his eyes and I looked him back. If a look would kill I would be dead by now. Nate was so mad at me telling Elena. But I had no choice. She deserved to know.

“We’re not done here.” Nate said and grabbed the paper from the desk and put his hand on his chin. Sully stepped forward and stood up that maybe they should be. Nate sighed and turned to Sully.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying maybe there’s a smarter way to save Sam.” Sully said and pointed with notes in his hand to Nate.

“Such as?”

“Such as were giving him a new identity, we, we put him in the hiding somewhere.”

Nate interrupted him. “He’s been prison for fifteen years he’s not going into hiding.” Then he leaned to the chair and Sully continued pointing his hand on Nate’s back.

“Okay, fine, you go after your wife. Sam and I will head off to Libertalia.”

“Without me?” Nate asked and turned. His voice was much deeper.

“C’mon you get both of you killed.” Sully chuckled, looked Sam, me and walked front of me laughing.

“Kid, I’ve been doing this for helluvatime. I think I might be able..”

“You wanna be helpful, Sullivan?” Nate said. I saw in Sully’s eyes how he reacted to Nate calling him Sullivan. That hurt him. And Nate realized himself what he just did. But he pointed to the door and continued:

“Go keep an eye on her.” Then he turned back to the wall and sighed. I put my hand into Sully’s hand, to make sure he was alright. He placed the notes on the table and said to Nate: “Whatever you say” and he headed to the door. Nate looked at me while I shooked my head to him. I knew his brother was all he had when they were growing up, but now he had a new life with Elena. And Sully was part of it too. And me and Jonathan. And now he just pushed us all away for the fucking treasure.

I went after Sully, but Sam grabbed my hand and I stopped. I looked down at my hand where he was holding me and then I looked up him into his eyes.

“Don’t.” And he let go of my hand. I followed Sully to outside.

I saw Sully standing further holding his hand on his forehead. Elena sat on the sunbed next to the pool and cried. First I went to Sully, I put my hand on his shoulder and asked if he was alright. He nodded at me. I heard the door open and I hoped it was Nate, but when I turned I saw Sam. He closed the door and looked at me. I turned to Sully and tapped his shoulder.

“I need to talk to Sam. Take care of Elena, I’ll join you two later.” Sully nodded.

I turned my way and started to walk to Sam. He looked me under his eyebrows.I crossed my hands over my chest and stopped in front of him. He shook his head and grabbed me by my arm and dragged me into his room. I tried to rip off his grip but he pulled me into his room and closed the door and locked it.

“What the fuck Samuel?” I yelled at him and spread my hands.

“Why you took her in this? Now Nate is not focusing because he’s thinking about her!” He said back to me. My whole body started to burn. Did he just fucking said that? I was furious. He was blinded by the treasure, even though it was his life in line too, but so were all of us now when Rafe and Shoreline were in the picture.

“Actually it was our son who told me to tell her and come here!” I yelled at him and Sam flinched.

“You told him about me?” Good. Now Sam was focusing on more important matters.

“Yes, I told him.” I answered and wrapped my hand where he had pulled me into his room since I realized it hurt a little.

“Look, I need to find the treasure, otherwise you won’t be safe.” He said and stepped closer and waved his hands.

“Well what about the safety of your brother, huh? About his marriage?” I asked and raised my voice.

“He was there fighting over his marriage, Elena was so fucking close to give him her ring back! And she might do that still! And you didn’t stand up and took the blame on yourself, even though all of this is your fault!”

Sam turned a little, raised his head into the ceiling and shook it. I turned my back on him and placed my hands on my neck and sworded while I leaned against the wall with my head. What a fucking asshole.

“He chose to come, I didn’t force him.” He defends himself.

“Jesus, you know how much you brother loves you, he’ll do anything for you! You just know how to pull the right strings to get people do as you want!” I yelled and turned back to him and spread my hands.

He raised his finger and pointed it at me.

“I never did that to you.” He said. He was furious. I was furious. We had never argued like this. But he did. Somehow he had managed to get Nate to get me involved into all of this. I was fine before all of this. I was fine when I thought he was dead. And I needed to tell that to Sam.

“I was fine before all of this.” I said to him. I saw how his heart shattered. He had maybe thought me for the last fifteen years, but I had got over him and moved on. I couldn’t go back and ripped my healed scars open.

Before I managed to blink my eyes he was in front of me and placed his hands on my shoulders and leaned against the wall behind me making me lean on the wall with my back.

“You don’t mean that.” His voice was breaking. I saw how his eyes got wet. I felt how his warm breath hit me in my face. I felt how my heart started to beat hard, but I tried to stay strong. I looked deep into his hazel eyes and saw how he tried to see if I truly meant what I just said. But I did. Mostly.

Then he kissed me and pushed me against the wall with his body. I wanted to push him away but I couldn’t. All the old feelings came back into my mind when he kissed me. When he touched me, I realized how much I actually had missed his touch. How his touch made my body burn. My heart and head told me to stop and push him away but I couldn’t. His lips were dry, he smelled awful. But beneath all that, there was that familiar scent and taste. Scent and taste, what I had already forgotten. What uses to make me forget everything around me. When he pushed his tongue into my mouth and pushed his hard cock against my hip I stopped thinking. I let my feelings took over. He pulled away and started to kiss my neck as I embraced my fingers into his messy brown hair.

“Oh god, just fuck me.” I gasped in his ear, just like the old times.

I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down to put my shoes on. Sam laid on the bed naked on his side and looked at me, with a sheet covering his lower body. I was mad at myself. How I let this happen? I let old feelings to took over and given myself to him. Sam tried to take my hand but I pulled it away. He raised and got closer to me and kissed my shoulder and smoothed my arm. I closed my eyes and pulled myself away and leaned down to get my shirt on the floor.

“Stop.” I asked, he dragged my hair away from my neck and started to kiss it.

“I missed you.” He mumbled while kissing my neck. I pulled my head away and stood up and put my shirt on. I heard him asking something about what just happen meant nothing to me. I pulled my shirt down and tucked my hair out of it. I looked forward and sighed.

“It was just a moment to surrender of lust. Nothing more.” I said before I headed for the door. My heart was shattered. I was lying. But I couldn’t do this. Before I placed my hand on the doorknob, I turned and looked at Sam, I saw how tears fallen down on his cheeks. I felt a crushing feeling in my chest, but I stayed strong.

“If you got out of here alive. Come to meet your son.” I said before I opened the door and stepped outside.

When I closed the door behind me, I fell down on my knees and burst into tears. All of my healed scars were now open.

#sam drake x reader #sam drake x oc #sam drake #samuel drake #reader #original character #uncharted 4 #uncharted 4 fanfic #fanfiction #You promised to come back #fhujami's-writings

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cheekbites-moved · 6 years ago

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ok so i watched love simon for the first time last night & i was too tired to make a ‘final thoughts’ post then, so here it is now! lol

obviously this is gonna be long as hell so im putting it under a read more for ur convenience lmfao

im actually gonna start with what i didnt like bc it was just one thing.

obviously, if uve seen the movie (as many ppl hated this too), or read my liveblogging posts, u know what it is lol

ill be honest, as a gay person, im incredibly biased towards simon. ill admit that. that being said, how his friends treated him after he got outed was fucking disgusting.

here’s the thing: the actions simon did that his friends got upset over were motivated by the threat of him being outed. now, if this movie was just some fluffy, fantastical movie, the threat would just be ppl knowing he’s gay and that’s it. no repercussions, just ppl gaining the knowledge that he’s not straight. not that big a deal.

however, since this movie tries its best to be accurate and realistic to things, it’s not that simple in the movie, and it’s not the simple in real life.

the risk of being outed is not just ‘ppl knowing ur gay’ and that’s it.

the risk of being outed involves the risk of getting bullied (which does happen in the movie, twice. once to ethan on screen, once to simon after he comes out.), getting abandoned by ur friends (which also does happen in the movie), getting expelled from school or fired from ur job if either of them find out & are lgbtphobic, getting kicked out of ur house if ur parents/whoever u live w find out & theyre lgbtphobic, and, at worst, it can come with the risk of getting beaten or even killed.

and no, this isnt me blowing this up to be more serious than it should be. bc unfortunately, in the world we live in, these things can happen as a result of someone being lgbt, whether they came out themselves or were outed by someone else.

the worst thing simon did was hurt his friends’ feelings a bit.

he didnt notice leah’s feelings for him (which. why would he? he’s not interested in her, or any girl for that matter, so obviously he’s not looking for the signs of interest. why would he notice that, and why was it his responsibility to know anyway??). he tried to set nick up with her because he genuinely thought she had feelings for nick, and that’s the main reason why he didn’t realize that she liked him.

yes, part of the motive was trying to get nick out the way so he could set abby up with martin, but ffs. let me reiterate that his life, and potential future, were on the line. having the possibility of all the aforementioned things potentially happening to him should make his actions at least understandable.

like falling for someone that doesnt like u back bc theyre not attracted to ur gender (which like.. hello. gay ppl fucking experience that shit all the time too & we have to learn to deal w it.), or being put in a game of matchmaker bc ur friend was trying to save their own fucking life is rly not that big a deal compared to said friend’s situation of trying to save their own fucking life.

one situation hurts, but can eventually be healed from (which clearly they do in the movie since abby and nick got together anyway in spite of simon’s actions, and leah’s fine). the other situation has the chance of resulting in a fucking future/life being ruined or taken. i think that one is much more fucking important.

all in all, i just wish they wouldve fucking apologized. bc they screamed at him after he got outed.

abby saw how fucking terrified he was when he came out to her, but she’s not gonna have a single ounce of sympathy when he was outed to the entire school against his will?? like what the fuck!

also wish they wouldve stood up for him when he got bullied. they just sat there with guilty expressions, but none of them did anything. it was really rough to watch.

as much as all this seriously pissed me off, though, especially as a person who has been outed against my will so all of simon’s heartache as a result rly resonated with me..

i appreciate that they put that shit in.

bc u know what unfortunately that is how cishet ppl react sometimes. guilting u for being lgbt, guilting u for not coming out to them despite knowing how scary it can be, etc etc etc.

and getting apologizes from cishet ppl for that kinda shit is rare. so, as much as i was annoyed that they didnt apologize, that is unfortunately realistic. as much as i wish they wouldve stood up for him, that was also unfortunately realistic. so im still glad it’s in there even if it did piss me off.

simon’s speech to martin was nice at least, and i hope that it taught some cishet ppl that have outed ppl, or threatened to out ppl, or wanted to out ppl, why u just dont fucking do that shit.

woo now that that’s outta my system lmfao onto all the good stuff! in bullet list form bc theres a l o t lmfao

the soundtrack ESP for the emotional moments wOw

‘i wanna dance with somebody’ gay musical addition

simon’s subtle annoyed looks whenever straight nonsense™ happens

simon’s terrible attempts at being straight

simon’s extremely subtle, but still noticeable if ur lgbt, panic whenever the potential chance of him being outed/discovered arises

the dog

simon’s parents’ speeches to him after he comes out to them

seriously as gay, nb person w lgbtphobic parents that shit meant a lot to hear.

the fact that this is not only a mainstream lgbt rom-com, but also a mainstream movie abt a gay kid learning to love himself and be confident with himself and his sexuality

simon’s journey to being able to proudly proclaim that he’s gay.

the speech he has near the end is so fucking powerful bc we see him struggle throughout the movie to say it.

first he cant say it at all, then he can only say it quietly, but by the end of the movie, he’s proclaiming to the entire school, loud and proud, that yes. he is gay. and he’s not going to feel wrong for that anymore.

i feel like that entire journey is one that can really resonate with a lot of ppl, including myself. so im so fucking happy that this movie included that progression, and ended it with him having such an exuberant amount of confidence. it was honestly really beautiful, and im glad i got to witness it.

simon practicing pickup lines in the mirror

“hey barack its me jacques”

abby trying to teach simon how to flirt

simon googling “how to dress like a gay guy”

simon not having martin’s bullshit and telling him off for how fucked up blackmailing him was from the start, but especially his speech about how important/personal coming out is to ppl and how shitty it was that he took that away from him

MRS ALBRIGHT IN GENERAL BUT ESPECIALLY HER ICONICALLY STICKING UP FOR SIMON IN THE CAFETERIA I STAN HER SO HARD!!

ethan in general, but especially his speech to simon in the office, and super especially the line “one gay’s a snnooze, two’s a hilarious hate crime”

like i seriously appreciate how real this movie is. and it doesnt have lines like this, or plots like the blackmailing/outing just for drama.

it’s to show that this is how being lgbt can be sometimes, this shit rly happens. and i just rly appreciated seeing all that in a way that didnt even try to pull any punches. it was so clear they seriously cared abt making this an accurate movie, and that meant a lot

GETTING TO SEE TWO BOYS KISSING ON SCREEN MULTIPLE TIMES, AND NOT JUST THAT, BUT GETTING TO SEE THEM GET A HAPPY ENDING!!!!!

i seriously cried for like 20 minutes starting from when bram showed up at the ferris wheel to well after the credits had ended.

i cannot even begin to express how fucking incredible it was to get to see two boys kissing, getting cheered on, and getting to be happy.

especially in the scene where simon picks up everyone, and leah moves so bram can get in the front seat and he kisses simon when he gets in. IT WAS SO SWEET.. AND BEAUTIFUL I LOVED/APPRECIATED IT SO MUCH IT MEANT SOOOO FUCKING MUCH TO ME GOSH

my thoughts of the movie can be boiled down to this: im so fucking happy this movie exists.

im so fucking happy that a movie abt a gay kid learning to be confident in his sexuality, falling in love and getting to have a happy ending with his boyfriend exists.

ive never cried more at a movie than i did at this movie, and ive especially never cried harder out of sheer happiness for a movie.

knowing that this movie was in theaters, and that gay kids/teens have a movie that lets them know early on that not only is gonna be ok, but they do have a chance at a happy ending, and they deserve it, was so goddamn amazing.

this movie is so, so important. and im so happy that it, and the book its based off of, exist.

and it’s a prime example of why representation matters so much. it was so fucking amazing to see myself, as a gay person, represented so well, so thoughtfully, so respectfully.

i just... i love this movie so much. and im so glad it exists. and im so happy i finally got to see it.

i hope it inspires more movies/stories like it to be made.

i hope that it results in lgbt stories being happy, uplifting stories.

i hope that it results in lgbt characters getting to be the main characters.

i hope it results in coming out stories being about the lgbt characters, and not how them coming out affects the cishet characters around them.

and i hope it results in less tragic endings for lgbt characters, and more happy endings for lgbt characters.

for a long time, a future where we get the stories just mentioned has seemed bleak. but this movie changed that. and im excited for the road i hope it’s started us on.

#long post//#text heavy//#gotta fight the urge to rewatch it a million times now tbh tktjrkjrtj #potentially new fav movie? or at least fav live action movie #aaa im just. i love!! sm!!! bless...#luna watches love simon #homophobia mention//

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olusegundare · 6 years ago

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BROTHER SAMSON & SISTER DEBBIE’S STORY CONTINUES

Sister Debbie writes on "what are your advices?" 2nd May 2012 As my spiritual son and his fianceé, Miss Shield drove off, I took "mai" lord's hand and arm-in-arm we are heading towards the main entrance of the fast food auditorium as we approached d door, d security @ d door opened d door for us and we walked in talking about his spiritual son."He is such a nice person", I said."Oh, Yea! That is him 4 u...He is a lively person to be with", "mai" lord said."Oh Yea! I can see dat u were much engrossed in your conversation with him", I said"You know it is getting close to a decade dat we parted. When we were 2geda he was such a nice person to me...he followed me everywia,...to d wilderness of prayers...valleys of prayers...mountains of prayers...he is my very good companion those days...when he wanted to leave, the only thing i did not do was crying, bc I knew I will miss his companionship greatly..." Broda Samson said."Uhm Uhm", I said...by now we have moved close to the counter where we will get the foods we have paid for...we bought tandoori, pies, and drinks...as we walked back to a corner designed for lovers...there is another private corner within the premises of the Fast Food Complex...there instant photographers there to put Lovers, and other people who may wish to remember, relive the events experienced at the complex days...years afterwards...so we went to this Lovers corner...there are about two love birds there also enjoying themselves...we also got for ourselves a place...sat down...to relax ourselves...after some days of separation...as he continued 2 talk abt his spiritual son..."I missed him greatly you know, bc he usually assist me when I was just starting my business...he will help me to market some of my goods...Wash some of my clothes and ironed them...go 2 d market to get me soup ingredients...cooked it...at some other times he will sleep @ my house...So, all these activities readily came to my mind when he left...""Unfortunately, I have not come into your life then" Debbie interjected."Oh Yeah! Quite unfortunate. Had I even known you then? Maybe, maybe not", He said."But, I have known you before that time," I said, as I put a meat in my mouth.""Eegun mọni ni, eniyan ni ko mọ eegun"" as he grasped my hand from taking anoda meat to my mouth..."you are even not a good lover"...and he signalled that I shoudl put the meat in his mouth as a sign of love..."Eyin o tile mo wipe e ti ndagba, awa omode loye ki a ma je eran", I said."Are u also believing what those "eyibos" are saying? How many of us ate meat when we were babies, when we were children? Few if there are...this is because, our parents will say, meats are for our parents, but not for children...so leave acedemic researches that is centered for the developed world for the developed world and let us live our life here, and live it to the best within our confines", he said..as he poured the drink into a wine cup...and put the cup into my mouth and said, "...gulp down the juice of love darling..."...I also did di same to him, as he continued his saying after gulping down the juice..."many people know me, but I do not know them then and even till now, some get annoyed when I do not greet them "specially", as such they usually call me to order, telling me where they know me from...and after hearing that, I usually apoligise and re-greet them, attaching some "speciality" to such greetings", he said."You have not greet me specially oh...that is partiality", I said."How special do you want my greetings to you to be again?" he inquired."As special as special can be now...even more than theirs", I said."I have been doing that all along and I will continue to do that", he said."Hun-hun-hun, (shaking my head like a baby) you have not been doing so, you need to start now", i said."Alright." He stood up from where he was, come to my side, embraced me...okay..."how is my parents, my lecturers, my friends...oh, how are the brethren?..."I was by now laughing...pat him by his side..."a ti gbọ sa, gbogbo wa wa lalafia ara"...I said"okay. Good. That is a tips of the iceberg of the greetings...more later", he said."Ẹ se sire! But honestly speaking, many people wouldnt know you considering the number of people you address weekly then, however some may have exchanged some greetings with you once, maybe after d programme and such people may think you have known dem, maybe dat is why dey think you are deliberately ignoring them" I said.said"That is it...That is what I also guessed is happening...but whenever anyone greets me after a programme and I answered, I immediately forget afterwards, how many faces will I commit to my memory? That is why it is not good to presume dat some people deliberately ignored you, sometimes those people may fix their gaze in d direction of d person, but d person may not be seeing d person not bc he is blind but bc the person's mind is elsewhere", he said. "That is true..."I said "That is why one may call d person & greet d person if one sees dat d person ought 2 greet one but d person does not, one should not assume dat d person ought to have seen u as such ought to greet", he said. "Many people have been embittered by dis, many have nursed ill feelings, ill thoughts to d oda person bc of dis which shdnt be", I said. "Yes, such shdnt be. I read an article & d man said, doing un2 odas wat one wants odas 2 do unto him/her includes one calling d person whom one thinks ought to greet 1st & bell the cat by being the 1st person to greet the person", he said. I nodded my head in support of what he said, "it is a good summation", I said. "My love, you have insisted we come here...which we have done, but you are yet 2 tell me what we are "washing"" Broda Samson said...I did not answer him immed8ly, as i kept on looking @ his face.."why are you looking at me like dat?" He asked. "I am appreciating God for sparing you, giving you me, that is why I am looking at you", I replied. "Oh thank God for that..but that has not answered my 1st question, whats up? What is d good news all about? Have you been promoted? Have you seen some of your results?" he inquired. "Nope. None of the above", I said. "Then wat is the goodnews about? A change of job to a beta one? Or have you received reply from baba @ home giving a nod to our relationship?" He asked. "Nope. It is none of what you guessed. But, I know Baba has no other option other than yielding to what I said in the leta. He is a simple man, he just want to be sure I am in safe hands thats all", I said. "Okay wat is it? I dont think I can guess again" He said, as he took my fingers and was playing with them,,."your nails are even dirty, d lecturers ought to be checking the nails of students these days", he said. "Itumo? Se a wa wa ni kindergaten (KG) ni tabi "primary school"?" I said. "Ki wa niyato eleyi ti e wa ati alakobere bayi?" He said. "E o mo iyato tabi? Ma gba ìka mi kuro lowo yin o", I said. ""Emi o ti mo iyato o" bc d nails of KG pupils are usually cleaner..but yours are dirty...Later, ti e ba bimọ, kini e fe ma so fun awon omo nyin ti eekanna won ko ba mọ?" He asked. "Eyin na laba nibe"" she said. "Lona wo o? Gbogbo enia e gba mi o", he said Smile..."" Awon wo ni yio gba nyin"? Where are they? Who dare come and un-nest this lover's birds nest dat we are in? Bi won ba ntan yin e ma tan ara nyin ko si enito le gba nyin kuro lowo mi nibiyi o...mo ti gbe nyin wa sibi oju olomo ko to o" i said. "I thank God my spiritual son knows I am here", he said. "Yes. He knows you are in the right hands"... "And whose hands, if I may ask? Interjectingly asking. "My hands ofcourse, he has sanctioned our being here together", I said smiling. "Then I will appeal to other authorities that I have been kidnapped..." "By?" i interjected. "By a beauty personified...by a star from a special planet...by "eyin-fun ju owo", by "ẹleyinju ege", by "ibadi aran", by spotless faced lady, by..." "Uhm! I think I shd be recording some of your words, it will make a good sales", I said "You want to add business to salary to academics "ni"? Jack of all trade mama", he said. "It is money we want...whatever legal means of getting it is acceptable globally", I said. "Kama fi oro sile soro", I hope u have not prepared anything for me @ home?" he asked. "Why do u ask?" I asked. "I asked bc of these dirty fingernails "ni", bc I wont eat it lest I eat micro-organisms and become infected", he said. "That will be good. We will give it to animals...but, before you talk further my nails got dirty as a result of the cleaning i did @ home", I said. "Has The cleaning said you should not trim your fingernails?" "Okay. "Se ibi ti ẹ nba ọrọ lọ niyẹn"?" I said. ""Ibẹ ni o"" He said. "Nigbati e o fi owo ti a o fi ra abefele ranse na ni a o fi ge ekana wa", I said. ""Laduru gbogbo owo ti a fi nranse yen""? "Photocopies, Lamination, printings, typesettings "ni gbogbo re ba lọ", I said. "Haa! Debbie mi! Wo epo lenu rẹ", he said. "There is no oil on my lips...", i stylishly took my handkerchief to clean my lips.. "No one sees the lips of liars bleeding", he said. "Well, I am not lying. I am just telling you dat my allocation needed to be increased”, I said said"Your prayers on me is not enof "na ni" bc d Gross Personnal Profit(GPP) is yet to be increased", he said "GPP yin ma increase "loruko Jesu"" we said "Amin" together. "Eyin na e je ki adura wa o gba lori yino.."I concluded. "" Iya aladura, adura yin ko ni ni idena lori wa o...so, what are we celebrating here?" he asked again. "You mean to tell me dat nothing crosses your mind as we are here sitted?" I asked. "Nope love. Nothing that I can think of", he said. "You did not remember any past thing that brought you here..", I asked again. "Sincerely, I do not...what do you think or know?" He asked. "Okay. "Mai" lordship sire. What happened to you when you were 44 years old that brought you here?" I asked "That should be few weeks before you came into my life... "Eh", I said interuptingly. ""Pause" me to think it out" "Se" you "don" become DVD player "ni"? I asked "Okay. Have you laid your hand on one of my diaries?" he asked. "Hun-hun", I said. ""O tile" serious. That one belongs to the past and it should be treated as such", he said "But what happened, something must have led you to its documentation", I said. "I wouldnt be too sure if there is any specific occurence that day, but generally speaking, anyone that is undergoing some trials do have a time when the thought of such things shall grip the person's heart beyond measure.. "Ehn-Ehn?" I said surprisingly. "Yes..and I think that was what happened that day, the thought of loneliness, going lonely all these years gripped my heart beyond measure that day to the extent of shedding tears...and after I cleaned my eyes, I decided to come here and relax...taking my heart off the issue generally..." "But can there be stimulus to such occurences?" I asked. "Yes, stimuli usually come via people's utterances...somtimes they may mock the person, sometimes they say it unintentionally, sometimes it is due to the manner of presentation by some other people which wil make the person undergoing the trial to think they are deriding him and thus it will pain the person...and depending on the person's threshold to issues, the person may weep or cry...lose appetite..become unsettled...lose focus etc", he said. "So, when such happens, what do you suggest such a person do?" I asked. "To such a one, I will advice she or he leave the spot...move to another spot where she or he will think less of such incident...try as best as she or he can to eat good food", he said. "Okay", I said. "Is this why you have brought us here?" He asked. "Not really..I just want to tell you that I am here for you forever and that there is no loneliness for you and I again till death do us part... May 3rd write upAfter leaving him, my fiancé, bro Samson, I became morbidly restless on my student bed, as I turned left, I think of him, when I tried 2 sit, I think of him, wat could have been d matter? I left him few hours ago...I could neither do anything substantial nor close my eyes in sleep...so I decide 2 come off d bed n sit down 2 pen down something 4 him...Here is what i wrote:When my heart was failing, I couldnt think straight, Just then some1 entered,The entrance of the person, Into d room I was, Illumine d room,The illumination, drives off darkness, And I could see, though dimly, Everything in d roomThings in d room, Yea, in my immediate n distant vicinity, Were afore unseen by meAs I withing me thank God, And my stars For d illuminer, Then, I also speak 2 God in my mind,What I uttered in my mind, Was not a mono-traffic, as I abinitio thought, Because d person actually comes to where I wasThe touch of d person brings me relief, The odour of his body is like a Nasal decongestant As my breathing returns to normal, The shadow of his presence wipes away Perspiration all over me The over-bearing burden on me, Becomes lighten by the Person's smile The Person's word is not a tingling to my ear, As it sets vibrating d oscicles n labrythyn of my ear, which orientate my disorientations As I began 2 wonder, Then a finger touched my lips, And yet some other fingers were on my foreheadWords that followed were those of love, Such wordings that I have ever longed for, Wordings that I have ever prayed for, Wordings that I have ever hoped for-Igniting words of love. As if by permutations and combinations, The subsequent followings are, Nostrils to nostrils; Breath to Breath, Mouth to mouth... The dying heart has been given a drug, Acetycholine has been infused into d cardiac muscles, Rescurcitation has occured, The collapsing mind is deeply subsumed, In the oceans of care, affection, warmth and Love, The pulse of the mind is nay collapsing anylonger The failing heart fled, The dimmy eyes become lightened, I became well again... Oh, bro Samson my love, Since, I opened the door of my life 4 your entrance, I have always been envied by all What can I do for you my love? What can I give my love? How can I express my love 2 you? I summarize my love 4 you in the common Yoruba sayings; "àkèré wipe kàkà ti ohun ko fi ni dun ọbẹ̀ tapà-titan ohun ni yo lọ sí i" (meaning a triped frog with smooth skin says "for me not to be rich in soup, my fore and hind limbs will go for it") and this biblical sayings, where you die, I have decided to die... In me, you shall ever find irreplace-able love and lover... Loving you now and always. -Debbie, written in d year of amnesties. NOTE: As I said before I used Yoruba interjections, i have bring out those words that may be clumsy and obscure to you and interpreted them here...Here are the meanings of the words beneath: "mai" -It is a special word coined out for this special story and it means "mine or my" everywia,-Everywhere Eegun mọni ni, eniyan ni ko mọ eegun- Yoruba Proverb meaning, Masquerades know people, but people do not know the masquerade (The masquerade usually put on several clothes as well as cover their faces with their eyes open like Muslim women, so masquerades can see and recognize people but people cannot recognise them because of the paraphernalia on them) "Eyin o tile mo wipe e ti ndagba, awa omode loye ki a ma je eran"- Yoruba word said by the lady (Sister Debbie) meaning don't you know you are getting old? It is those of us who are young who ought to be eating meat eyibos -Means the whites (Scadinavians, Caucasians etc) a ti gbọ sa, gbogbo wa wa lalafia ara" -We have heard you sir. We all are in sound health dey -they dat -that odas -others bc-because anoda-another Ẹ se-Thank you wat -What broda -Brother baba/Baba -Father Itumo?Se a wa wa ni kindergaten (KG) ni tabi "primary school" -Meaning? Are we in Kindergarten or primary school? "Ki wa niyato eleyi ti e wa ati alakobere bayi?" -What is the difference of where you are and those in KG/Primary school? "E o mo iyato tabi? Ma gba ìka mi kuro lowo yin o"- don't you know the difference? I will retrieve/take away my finger from your hand Emi o ti mo iyato o-I am yet to know the difference ti e ba bimọ, kini e fe ma so fun awon omo nyin ti eekanna won ko ba mọ?-When you give birth, what shall you be telling your children when they keep their nails and the nails get dirty Eyin na laba nibe-You are behind it "Lona wo o? Gbogbo enia e gba mi o-How? Everybody come to my rescue oh Awon wo ni yio gba nyin"-Who are those who will rescue you from me? Bi won ba ntan yin e ma tan ara nyin ko si enito le gba nyin kuro lowo mi nibiyi o...mo ti gbe nyin wa sibi oju olomo ko to o-If you are being lied to or deceive, do not deceive yourself for I have taken you to a place where parents can neither monitor you nor deliver you from me eyin-fun ju owo-Teeth that is Whiter than money ẹleyinju ege",-Beautiful and inviting eyes "ibadi aran"-Beautiful buttocks ni-or what? "Se ibi ti ẹ nba ọrọ lọ niyẹn"?"-Is that where you are going? or is that what you want to imply? or is that what you want to get at in your word? ""Ibẹ ni o"" - Yes, that is where i am going "Nigbati e o fi owo ti a o fi ra abefele ranse na ni a o fi ge ekana wa", - It is because you have not sent the money to buy blade or nail cutters that is why i have neither cut nor trim my nails ""Laduru gbogbo owo ti a fi nranse yen" - Upon all the monies I have sent? ni gbogbo re ba lọ", - Where did all go or on what did you spend all? "Haa! Debbie mi! Wo epo lenu rẹ", - Ha! My Debbie! Look at palm oil at the edge of your lips (It is a word saying somebody is lying) enof -Enough "na ni -that is itloruko Jesu"" - In Jesus name "Amin" -Amen. "Eyin na e je ki adura wa o gba lori yino.." - You should also let our (or my) prayers be answered on you oh "" Iya aladura, adura yin ko ni ni idena lori wa o - Praying woman, your prayer would not have hinderances on us Se - Is it that (Insert these interpretations there and you will understand the story line... The story is about a Christian brother whom I give the name of Samson, a good Christian brother who finds it hard becoming engaged despite the fact that he has grown old and is ripe to be engaged.... After a while he talked to a lady, Debbie (Deborah) who is far younger than him, and the lady agreed and they started the courtship... It is a LOVE STORY, fictitious)

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cheerstocrazy · 7 years ago

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I've been seeing this med student from Michigan who's currently out here for his rotation. I met up with him last Saturday at a bar in Fullerton. Some backstory: matched on Tinder, not a huge fan of him bc he's an essay texter and just terrible texter overall (not my type), and he's not my type physically. But take a chance on the smart ginger. lol. He asked me for tacos but I didn't want to go bc I didn't mentally prepare myself, but we went to the bar instead super late, at 1 am or so. I got a few catcalls, and he was like wow people catcall here so much more than back home. I was like that was nothing, it was only abt 3x, and no one touched me. (Being a female is hard) Afterward, went to get tacos and talked until 3:45 ish?? It was platonic, but we got to talking about our token crazy friends and music festival and finally found some common ground. I could tell he wanted to keep talking to me, but it was kind of late. We parted, and I saw a preview of his text, but I assumed it was a goodnight text. Then when I got home, I saw he asked me if I wanted to drink some modelos at his place. I would've said yes had he just asked me in the parking lot, but nope texted me instead. Anyway he continued to annoy me for days after bc he texts back within a minute. And I was like wtf, you need to calm down a bit. Met up on Wednesday the week after at a bar. Caught some of the World Series game, then he asked me abruptly if I wanted to drink blueberry ales instead. I wasn't sure of the context, but I said sure anyway. Then I realized this was his trick to lure me back to his place, and I didn't wanna do anything sexual bc I was not interested in him, and I didn't want to. So I was freaking out in the rr texting PP asking what to do. I suggested we go to the beach instead bc we couldn't do too much. Drove there and couldn't find parking. I was hoping he wouldn't be able to find it either, so I could just drive home and avoid all this awkwardness that would ensue. Anyway he found parking, I grabbed my blanket bc it was cold. We were walking to the lifeguard tower, and he's like I wish I grabbed my jacket, and I said we could just share the blanket. I wrapped it around him and just left my arm there, which is a very unlinke me move to do. Then I lowered it after I realized my arm would get so tired being in that position. He wrapped his arms around my stomach and love handle. Why do guys like to touch the stomach?? IS NOTHING SACRED ANYMORE??? I could see that he wanted to kiss me and put his face next to mine, but I always feel so awkward abt that, so I just let it build. I kept looking away from him and stayed quiet. Then I finally turned around to kiss him. Surprisingly he was pretty good at kissing. I tried to go into his pants to give him a hand job, and I squeezed too hard, and he said sorry but that hurts a little. All I could think of in my head was Jenny telling me about something related to being too aggressive with hand jobs. I died and was mortified too. I dont really remember much except he fingered me, said I was a good kisser, said I looked sexy in my black dress, complimented my necklace. After we were all done, he also asked out loud Idky I'm so attracted to girls with long hair, and why guys are in general??? Anyway, it was all very nice, and I thought he was a lovely kisser. Everyone on that beach saw my butthole, I'm sure, but it was so dark, so I guess it's alright. We just laid down and cuddled for a bit after. I felt so comfortable lying with him, which isn't generally what happens with strangers. My neck was gonna get strained bc I was lying on his chest, and it was a little too high. A bit later, I kept seeing a bright light approaching us and it was the cop patrol car coming. So I put the beers on the bottom with my throw on top. Then he's like what do I do with these beers? I said dump it and then held the case up so he could put it in. I said put it to the left, but I forgot we were standing opposite directions, and he was getting super flustered/nervous, so he said aloud, uhhh Idek what I'm doing or where there's even empty space. The patrol car ended up passing us and didn't even see us. We left after that. I said goodbye and he was abt to just walk off without kissing me or anything and so I initiated the kiss and I was on my complete tippy toes and could barely reach him. It was nice.3rd time: He wanted to go out to a place with live music, but I was like but I'd rather watch stranger things....so that happened. Went over, he bought some wine. I honestly should've drank more lol. We watched it and obv the progressive arm over the shoulder and then he put both his arms around me. He complimented my nail polish lol. It was nice to watch something with someone for once. he rested his face on my head, so I felt his scruff. He'd smell me and lightly kiss/bite my ear. He told me my hair smelled so nice, so I said thanks, I didn't even wash it! l o l There was also a scene where the girls check out a guy's ass, and he's like so is that a thing girls being into asses? I was like you're asking someone in the minority, but yes it is a thing. A nice ass is good to have, but I'm pretty indifferent. He replied with "so you're a boobs person" yes. After ep 2 finished, I finally got up to go to the rr and felt a mild buzz at best. Did my round of snapchats, came back, and the room was totally dark. My initial thought was DAMMIT I WANTED ANOTHER EP OF STRANGER THINGS UGH.Well I knew the drill, I sat down to kiss him, then I straddled him. Afterwards, he held me tightly then carried me to his bed and put me down lightly. (I also dr when, but I felt his arms at one point when they were flexed and was like ZAMN lol) He took off my shorts and just went down on me, which felt like an eternity, but I think it was around 20 minutes. Holy shit best 20 minutes of my life for sure. Not sure if I orgasmed or not, but it was literally mind blowing lmao. At one point, I told him to grab my boobs too (and I've never instructed anyone to do anything before hah hah). He went psycho down there. I'm usually pretty quiet when the things happen, and I'll grunt/moan at best, but I was actually cussing out loud and saying his name too, which I normally do not do. It was AMAZINGGGGGGG, he just got more and more intense, it almost became too much for me to handle. I remember him saying "Oh this tastes so damn good". It started to hurt, but it felt so pleasurable too. 10/10, A1, all the accolates for sure. Idek if he ever even went up for air. I would never have expected it from here. For sure, he went down on me like a possessed person. After he finished, I had to return the favor, and ugh I HATE BLOW JOBS LOL. They're exhausting for my mouth.I was so tired of smelling my saliva too, but dick feels/tastes good. I deep throated him a few times, but I didn't want to leave it too long, bc I didn't wanna gag, and he had good dick. haha I got really tired after a certain point, so I just gave him a hand job on my knees, silently praying for him to cum, so I wouldn't have to put his dick back into my mouth. Lmao. He ended up getting on top of me and I could feel his dick touching me and almost inside of me, so I just said do you have a condom? He went to go put it on. Then I don't think he could find it, so I slid it in. It didn't feel astronomically different, it just felt like a different sensation, since it was something new entering me. I was just getting used to it, so I wasn't too into the pleasure of it, though it did feel good. I can't really explain it. It didn't hurt when we were in missionary or doggy style. When we were doing doggy style, he couldn't find it, so I kept putting it in and it'd slip out, then he put it in my butthole, and I was like nope, and he just started laughing bc this had been after multiple tries haha. I put it in correctly, but since we were at different angles, it just wouldn't stay, it slipped once, and my vagina was just clamping around it, and he didn't even realize, so I just let him have a go at it before I told him it was outside lmao. He was grabbing my boobs then too, and he said out loud "God, I love your tits." Then he made me go on top, and I put it in but it hurt so much at that point and he was touching my clit, and it was overwhelming for me, and I didn't even know what to do. I should've went down and used his shoulders as something to hold on and thrust like that instead of riding him like a cowgirl lmao. It hurt, and Idk whether he could sense I didn't like it or that he wanted action, but he turned me over and just did missionary again. He came inside of me and just left his dick inside and kissed me so tenderly. It was so nice. Afterward he pulled out, and we just held each other in a full embrace with our bodies fully intertwined for 2 minutes or so. It was such a nice moment. Post-coital bliss/afterglow IS A VERY REAL THING. I loved it so much. It was such an intimate and personal moment -- possibly one of the most intimate/vulnerable moments ever. Then I said I'mma go use the restroom and attempted to find my clothes in the dark. He went to the restroom first, while Iooked for my shorts. I couldn't find anything else. He turned the lights on, and I was like Im just gonna wear your shirt since I can't find my shirt, so he just stood in front of me as I put his shirt on. I don't mind too much about the boobs. I wore my shorts without underwear, so when I went to the rr, I saw hints of blood on my short bc I was spotting. I was like fuck, I forgot about this. I wore my shorts without underwear, then idk when I went to the rr again to put on my underwear. Afterward, we watched one more ep of Stranger Things, and he just wrapped both his arms around me while I laid my head in the nook of his shoulders. We were exhausted afterwards, honestly I was exhausted during the entire thing and just wanted to sleep.We both crawled into bed and I took inner left, and he just draped his arms and body over me. He knocked out immediately and started snoring into my right ear. I laid there petrified and thinking oh fuck me, I am not going to sleep tonight BC HE SNORES AND I DON'T HAVE EARPLUGS. I could hear the piercing sound of silence so clearly! I was delirious and felt like I was living in a lucid nightmare bc I kept thinking we were inside a restaurant area and there were a bunch of food trucks around like in Austin. I wanted thai food, he was standing next to a bbq stand, and I was like how are they even gonna make food for us at this hour and where would they even make it?? I got up bc I needed to pee and it was 6 am, I stumbled when I got out not realizing how fucking tired I was. When I peed, I looked at the toilet and it was completely bright red. I was like fuck. I came back and he asked me if I threw up. I was like what lol no. I finally was able to sleep on and off after. At one point, he cuddled up to me and he was sleeping in the upper bed with just sheets, then I think he got too cold and migrated to the lower bed with blankets. Also he sleeps on his back, so it's hard for him to cuddle with me and sleep, since I'm a side sleeper haha. Idr most of the morning, but he awoke around 9 ish and I woke up for a bit too. He asked me if I slept well, and I said not really. He asked if he snored too, and I said yeah. He said I'm so sorry, you should have kicked me. I rolled over and said out loud "I'm so cold, do you have any blankets?" He said yes, he took the blankets and draped it over me and then went under them and cuddled up with me, UGH LOVED IT. He's so sweet. He went over me and cuddled me from behind on the left side bc I turned over. He wrapped himself around me once more and we fit so perfectly. He would fondle me, he did this for the past hour, but I was too self conscious about spotting and also I WAS EXHAUSTED, I couldn't open my eyes. I thought abt it so many times -- turning over and playing with him too for morning foreplay -- but I couldn't bring myself to. I needed the sleep. He laid on my hair so many times and I was like T_T He kissed the back of my neck and just softly caressed my stomach side boob top of vag. He nibbled at my ear too, it was all so nice and comforting. I was just too tired, I couldn't do it. sorry bro bro. Then at 11:30, I finally woke up and was on my phone scrolling thru insta. I also dr when but he saw my phone screen with all my nieces and nephews and went "oh how cute!!" -__- did I say you could look? He's like do you wanna go get breakfast burritos, then I got right out of bed. and he said I thought you'd be more excited by that...I was like well I finally got out of bed after 9 hrs, what more do you want? Then he said yeah I woke up earlier, but I knew you were tired so I let you sleep. lol lol lol. For some reason, he asked me if he should wear his half fabric/leather kinna like brogues, but not quite out or chukka boots, and I was like chukka boots all the way. I also asked him if he had listerine or anything I could use to clean my teeth, and he's like uhh...have you tried the finger with toothpaste method before. I said yeah lol. There was so mcuh freaking toothpaste leftover in my mouth. omGOD. He said "I would've told you t bring your own toothbrush, but that would've been presumptuous." I also changed in his restroom bc I said I was gonna pee as well, Idk just thought it'd be weird to change in front of him. Ok it wouldn't be weird, I'd just feel weird haha. We left to grab breakfast. He ordered first and the cashier was like is that all, and he kinna stood there awkwardly while I stood way behind bc I was just gonna pay for myself. Then he bought my food for me, and it was kinna weird lmao. We sat across from each other talking about politics (ofc!) and he held never moved his gaze from my face, and all I could think was omg I haven't washed my face, I dont even have makeup on anymore. GOD. The burrito was pretty good. The conversation was so casual, everything was so casual as if nothing happened hahaha. We walked back to the car, he sat down and he blurted out in a hushed manner "I think I pulled a muscle in my tongue last night." I lold so fucking hard and just said GG bc what ELSE WOULD I SAY?? HAHAHA He's like what does that mean? Then blah blah he asked me about parks & rec, and said he's a lot like Chris Traeger bc he's really optimistic and we were talking abt the word literally. I said I'm a lot like April Ludgate. He said oh I can totally see that. I saw it in the text that you sent me yday. People tell me I'm kind of like Andy Dwyer. I was like what are you implying? That we're gonna fall in love bc you're not my type. Anyway he parked in front of me, so I just kinna walked to my car and peaced out. He walked over and wanted a hug, and I was like ugh making it so awkward, so I gave him a hug and saw he wasn't gonna go down for a kiss then he did last minute, and it was so messy and jumbled and it was a quick peck. lol. To describe him physically, I'd say he's very affectionate, sweet, gentle, cuddly, and romantic. The sex was 6/10, but I think it's bc first time and also him going down on me was way better haha

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