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milkteabinniechan · 11 months ago

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†Dancing With Shadows - Minho

MINORS DNI 18+ONLY MEMBERSHIP//M.LIST

pairing: vampire! Minho x fem! reader

summary: Loneliness. Isolation. The only place a modern-day vampire can blend in is a dark, crowded nightclub. Minho has learned how to live without temptation, until you ask him to dance...

warnings: angst, mentions of blood, biting, predator/prey dynamic, character d3ath (sorry)

a/n: this one is definitely more scary than romantic. Minho has been a vampire for a long time and unfortunately you weren't able to survive this encounter. Next week will be more fluff I promise!

Did you know that the decibel level that can damage a human ear is 85? That's it. The average decibel level of a night club is 90 decibels. The decibels of a human’s scream is 120. This nightclub is pushing 88.7 at the moment. The bouncer looks annoyed. The bartender looks exhausted. And this is just a Tuesday night. This place gets a lot more out of hand on the weekends. But the weekends get too crowded for me. Crowds of people ask too many questions.

Why are you so pale? How old are you exactly? Why are your hands so cold? When humans drink, they have a tendency to be a bit nosy. But on a Tuesday, the crowd is small. The humans keep to themselves and their friends. That's where I fit in. Alone. Unassuming. Just a guy at the bar.

“Do you want to dance?”

You were very unassuming yourself. Not a particularly remarkable human being. Nothing about you screamed confident or powerful. You actually seemed a bit out of place here. This place of loud music and flashing lights. I knew one thing for certain however. You smelled absolutely incredible. A smell that only my heightened senses could pick up. This wasn't a perfume or a type of shampoo. This was a scent that shot straight through my lifeless body into my cold, unbeating heart. Damn you. You poor little thing. What do I do now?

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You liked this dive bar. During the day it was filled with greasy men in trucker hats that teemed around a single pool table or a single girl. But at night, the owner would turn the lights down and the music loud. Everyone blended in when the lights were low. You always enjoyed the night time. The cool air, the stars, the sounds. You even liked the people. That's when he caught your eye. Slumped against the bar, avoiding eye contact with everyone that passed him by. Mr. Cool Guy, huh? We'll see. You quickly made your way over to where he was posted and gave him your best flirtatious tone. How could he resist?

The two of you made your way to the dancefloor as soon as a new song was about to start. The beat started low and began to build. Like the Earth was literally rising around the two of you, Mr. Cool grabbed your waist and pulled you in. He was freezing. You were burning up. As you pressed your body into his, you worried you might melt him like an ice cube in the Sun. But he continued to dance with you. His moves were fluid and ancient. Like he had all the time in the world to learn every dance style ever created. He was talented. He was exotic. And you didn't know it yet, but you were completely under his spell.

You gripped his hand in yours and whispered softly, “come with me.”

He nodded as you pulled him off the dancefloor and into a darkened corner. You backed yourself into where the two walls meet and let his tall, slender frame cage you in. You looked up while he looked down, the two of you lingering in a heated standoff for what felt like an eternity.

“What's your name?” You finally managed to ask, your voice no more than a whisper.

“Does it matter?” He answered. His thumb brushing along your bottom lip.

You thought about the question for a moment. Does it matter? echoed in your head as you melted into the sensation of his thumb pulling and rubbing against your bottom lip and then your top.

“...No, it doesn't.” You responded without warning. Not even you were sure where that answer came from.

“Good girl.” He said, his voice taking on a more sinister tone.

You fluttered your eyes closed as you felt his lips press into yours. The kiss was surprisingly gentle. Almost loving, like the two of you had been lovers in many lives before this. The nightclub seemed to crumble away at your feet and you felt like you were floating. Not floating in the happy, romantic sense. Floating in a way that felt like you could fall at any moment and no one would catch you. That you would fall and you would die. And this handsome, mysterious, terrifying stranger would be the one to blame.

His hands snaked up your sides and tangled into your hair. His tongue pushed its way inside your mouth like it belonged there. Your tongue followed suit and danced around his open mouth. Soon the euphoric feeling of floating gave way to a sharp pain. You snapped your head back and brought your fingers to your tongue to feel a deep cut. Fresh blood coated your fingertips as you looked from your hand to the mystery man. His smile changed from one of flirtation to one of malice. His teeth gleamed in the flickering floodlights above you revealing two impossibly sharp canines dripping with your blood. Your eyes grew large and wet with unshed tears as your brain tried to make sense of what was happening. All of your senses were heightened and your body was trying to protect itself as you tried to break free from the wall. But the handsome stranger was too quick, pinning your wrists against the hard brick. His smile grew more menacing as his lips inches closer and closer to your neck.

“Well, I didn't want you to find out this quickly. I wanted to have a little more fun with you first, but here we are. Oh well. At least you'll taste good.”

A deep chuckle pierced your eardrums louder than the music. A laughter that guaranteed that this was going to be your last moment alive. You screamed loud. The loudest you had ever screamed. It was all you could think to do.

But your screams fell on deaf ears as the music around you boomed and blasted. The last sensation you remember is sharp teeth sinking into your flesh like tissue paper. Like your human body was nothing more than a midnight snack for some unholy creature. Some godless abomination that laid its sights on you. It was all a waiting game. A predator that had already found its prey and just enjoyed the sight of it dancing around before he devoured it.

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abbysimsfun · 9 months ago

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 78 (Conrad's New Dad Mode)

Heather and Conrad brought baby Lavender home under a light snowfall. A dusting of white on the ground quickly disappeared: the calm before Brindleton's Bay's notoriously blizzard-like winter weather.

Inside the Nesbitt-Gordon home, not even the cries of a tiny newborn could dampen her blissful parents' spirits.

Baby Lavender loved attention from the start, often crying just to be held. Both mom and baby were in perfect health, and Conrad took to fatherhood immediately.

She was named to honour Conrad's mother, whose death so deeply affected him. Every night, he cradled his daughter in his strong arms when he came home from work, his heart full of love he'd never imagined possible.

"Hi, sweet girl. Daddy missed you today." The tiny infant gazed back at him, wide-eyed. "And what did you do all day? Did you sleep well? Did you let your mom sleep well, too?"

Heather woke from a nap and watched Conrad bond with their daughter. "I think she's already smiling at you," she said.

"I think I'm turning into my Dad. He loved everyone's babies and I always thought I'd drop them. But it's like I can hear him in my head telling me how to hold her. Like he's right here."

Heather shrugged. "Maybe he is. You know I'm not really into all that Watcher stuff, but we've seen ghosts, made friends with the Grim Reaper..."

"Mrs. Goth's daughter-in-law really walked in on her and Grim getting out of the shower together?"

"That's what Spencer said! If it wasn't Mrs. Goth, I might not believe it. But after everything she's shown us this past year, it just makes sense. Apparently Lydia wasn't even phased by it because living with Mrs. Goth is like walking around in a half-haunted house."

(Apparently actual woohoo actions with Grim aren't available until Tuesday because these two are fully official romantic partners now and would not get in the shower or even 'woohoo here.' HURRY UP, BELLA WANTS SOME GRIMMIE!)

"She brings up travelling on her seance table practically every time I see her," said Conrad. "And it's weird...ever since I got back from the Magic Realm I've been just as curious as I've been glad we've been too busy."

"You should go sometime. I told you, it was like going to school. I might need to stick close to Lavender to meet her demanding schedule, but Bella kept you safe in Glimmerbrook and we all trust her. Ash, too."

"I heard him talk about good tailoring the other day." He chuckled, placing Lavender back in her bassinet. "Between Bella and Nancy, I won't be surprised if he ditches the knit caps and hoodies for good, eventually."

"How was your day?" Heather stood, pulling him into an embrace.

"Long. I'm glad to be home. Hard to believe you're already going back to work next week."

(She didn't take traditional maternity leave as a small business owner. She just had a baby on Saturday and went back to work on Tuesday in-game.)

Conrad's phone beeped. "Is that work?" Heather asked.

He nodded. "Ever since I made sargent at the station, my cases have gotten a little tougher. But this can wait."

"My parents want to come this weekend to meet Lavender, and I said it was fine," she said. Conrad nodded as his phone beeped again. "Do you need to get that? Conrad, are you okay? Is this about those security cameras you ordered?"

"What? No. That's just a safety precaution."

"Well, why now?"

He froze, glancing back at their sleepy-eyed little girl. "She came along and I just...It's not like we'll be the only people in the world with a home security system."

"Conrad, if you're working a difficult case, you can talk to me. I can handle it."

He smiled. "Everything's fine, and the phone stopped beeping. What should I make for dinner?"

Although Heather and Conrad were officially engaged, they had no immediate plans to tie the knot - mostly because Heather and the Watcher wanted to wait for a warmer season to get married.

They were still a team, still committed, but for now they were both busy with work, caring for their pets, and raising two kids. Heather balanced Lavender's feeding schedule, helped Ash with his homework, and ran the clinic.

But unlike when Ash was born, Heather wasn't by herself and she could rely on Conrad to be there. Despite her exhaustion, this time felt so much easier. ->

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NOTE: I'm trying to make my posts shorter. Trying! This post was going to have 23 photos so it's been split into two and this episode is posting a lil earlier than I'd intended it to post tomorrow. I'm still trying to get out a certain amount of storyline before Halloween so I've already broken my plan to post every other day. I'm learning as I go and I'm slowly adapting to shorter installments, I swear, but thank you so much for putting up with my wordiness, guys. 🙏

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attapullman · 1 year ago

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The Boys Are Back / Whodunit? Origin Story

Summary: When best friends and childhood sleuths Bob Floyd and Mickey Garcia grow up, everything seems less fun. Thankfully things are about to completely change for these two hometown goofs.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, 80s inaccuracies, sci-fi opinions do not reflect that of the author

A Note From Mo: As would be the only appropriate gift for providing the inspiration for Whodunit?, happy birthday @bobgasm! Thank you for loving these two as much as me and helping make their story as fun as it is. Wishing you the best birthday on New Zealand time (we'll be celebrating America time as well, don't worry 😉)

origin story / prologue / whodunit? masterlist

“Are you really trying to convince me that Return of the Jedi is better than The Wrath of Khan?” Mickey couldn’t wipe the look of disgust off his face at this zit-faced teenager at the counter. The two fairly recent box office hits were a common disagreement, and this kid came in thinking he knew all that and a bag of chips.

“Force lightning? Luke trying to redeem his father? Dude, George Lucas made the last two movies true masterpieces, cinematic perfection!”

Rolling his eyes, aware that this knucklehead has no clue who he’s going against (all the best film geeks in town knew to not go against Fanboy Garcia and his sci-fi knowledge), Mickey dropped the copy of Raiders of the Lost Ark into a plastic bag along with the receipt.

“The Wrath of Khan brought people to tears. Invested us deeper into the characters we’ve loved for years, grown up with. Spock’s death shocked an entire nation, no doubt about it. And don’t be stupid, Vulcan nerve pinch defeats Force lightning every time.” He slides the bag across the counter with a scoff. “Movie is due back Tuesday. Come back with some real ammunition next time, airhead.”

Cheeks red, the teen grabs his bag and scuttles out of the Blockbuster. The bell chimes and suddenly the shop is empty.

While the access to new releases and movies in the break room were great perks, Mickey was so over this job. The blunderhead teens with their gnarly opinions, the bratty moms who always complain about the return dates. It’s just renting a movie for a week, not that complicated. When was his cousin going to get back to him about that maintenance gig at city hall? The sci-fi fan slumped against the counter and continued watching the copy of Legend they just got in.

Across town, Bob was also struggling with his work day. When was everyone going to realize he didn’t set the price of parts? He wasn’t even really a mechanic, just a guy who needed a summer job in high school and never stopped coming in. A star employee, he enjoyed the puzzle of putting components together and the purr of a perfectly oiled engine.

It may not have been his dream job, but the free parts for his ’65 Mustang and the content silence he and his uncle worked in wasn’t horrible.

Two more customers come in and try the haggle the price. Neither are impressed with the calm way Bob explains the cost of labor and parts, rubbing his greasy palms impatiently on his coveralls as he breaks down why he doesn’t work for free. And when he asks if they’d like him to undo the work to cut the cost, pocketbooks are pulled out and he’s got money in his pocket for beers later.

His uncle is long gone by the time Bob locks up the shop with a heavy padlock on the garage door. His boots scuff in the dirt as he makes his way to the Mustang, her blue paint shining in the late summer sun. She was stunning.

The breeze whipped through his hair - too long for his mother’s liking - as he drove across town. Mickey was just opening the door to The Alibi as he parked on the street. The best friends tip their heads in greeting.

“Bobby.”

“Fanboy.”

The two slap their hands together. Palms first, then two slaps from the back, before looping around to fist bump. A handshake from elementary school that somehow has carried on twenty years. After a few drinks a shimmy will make its way into the mix.

They take up residence at the bar, the same spot they’ve occupied a few nights a week since they walked out of that Navy enlistment meeting and never looked back. The bartender always knows to hand out whatever’s cheapest unless they’re holding paychecks.

“How many people confuse Star Wars and Star Trek today?” The cutting glare Mickey gives him says it all. Probably not the best time to make a Darth Khan joke.

Lost in the clatter and whoops of the bar, the best friends mull over their meaningless hourly jobs and contemplate the meaning of ‘the man’. Bob’s leather jacket hangs off the stool back, the sticky air of the bar clinging to the twentysomethings’ skin. One beer becomes two, two becomes three as the weekend arrives.

A loose curl hanging over his forehead, Mickey makes eyes contact with a babe across the room. He’d happily spend the evening with those beautiful eyes. The only perk of this dingy bar is it’s the only one in town, and a mix of old classmates and new-in-towns keep the dating game fresh.

Bob himself does a quick look around at the night’s prospects, doing a double take. No, it couldn’t be. When did the police captain’s daughter get back into town? She shoots an amiable smile and nod back before turning to her own drink and friends.

Mickey raises his eyebrows at his bud. Bob shoves him off his stool on the way to the bathroom.

As the night progresses, only the young and the young at heart (and alcoholics) are still in their seats at The Alibi. The best friends are a handful of beers deep, leaning across the bar to chat with Mickey’s childhood neighbor, Tom - a gruff guy with a beer gut and a penchant for belching when he laughs. They love making him laugh.

“I tell you two about the rocks that keep showing up on my doorstep?”

Mysterious rocks? The boys lean in closer, their light denim-clad pelvises nearly over the bar top. Shaking their heads, all ears, they urge Tom for more information.

“Been happenin’ for months now. At first I didn’t think anything of it. Animals maybe? But they keep getting bigger and bigger. Tripped over one the size of a melon yesterday, stupid fucking rock. Belchhhh.” The boys snicker into their beers. “Can’t figure out who’s doing it. Gonna end up breaking my front step with a mountain one of these days.”

The boys exchange a look as they contemplate the conundrum. Who would just leave rocks on Tom’s doorstep? Wouldn’t it get old after a few weeks? And rocks of all things?

“It’s not that big of town. Who could it be?” Mickey cocks his head to the side. Tom has always been a nice guy. A little oblivious, but harmless. “Your ex-wife back in town?”

The bearded man shakes his head, scratching the underside of his belly as he realizes it’s time to call it a night.

As Tom goes to pay his tab, Phil, who’s been manning the bar at The Alibi since before LBJ was in office, spoke up. “You two solved mysteries as kids, yeah?”

The young men give him a perturbed look, confused why he’d bring up their silly sleuthing games from decades before. Hesitant, Bob nods. Who could forget the years spent hunched in random hiding spots, notebooks and binoculars at the ready. Mickey still had a scar from falling out of the second floor stairwell in the community center.

Tom is delighted, his drunken eyes lighting up. “Any chance you two could take a whack at figuring out who’s leaving all these fucking rocks on my doorstep? There’s a twenty in it for ya.”

It’s been…years since they last solved anything. Petty crimes from other classmates, some neighborhood drama, but that was before puberty. Did they still have the gift?

“Sure man, why not?” Shoulders are shrugged, hands are shook tipsily. They’d stop by in the morning before their shifts. Natural curiosity has them dying to see the assortment of rocks.

Tom heads out and the boys clink the necks of their bottles together, enjoying the last sip of the night. Who knew where this was going, but they were always up for a challenge.

A week later, the two returning sleuths are hunched over behind a bush with a pack of pretzels and a six-pack, mud caking Mickey’s new Air Forces. There’s cigarette stubs in the dirt and they’ve been arguing over the best flavor of Fanta for an hour.

In the wee hours of the morning Tom’s next door neighbor sneaks into his garden to place a rock roughly the size of a pumpkin on the front step. The shared fence issue Tom thought to be resolved? Definitely not.

Another neighborhood drama solved. Twenty dollars in their pocket.

But with the solve comes a burning itch that Mickey can’t scratch. Keeps him up at night, lives in the corner of his brain while he rents movies to bored-face teens. A blazing fire that can only be tended, not extinguished.

“What if we started our own detective agency?”

Bob spat out his ginger ale on Mrs. Garcia’s freshly cleaned granite countertop. Was Fanboy tripping?

“C’mon man, why not? Put up some flyers and solve whatever rinky dink shit comes up in our free time? Make some extra cash? We might actually be able to move out on our own. Don’t you want freedom?”

They’d been bitching about it for months, wanting to get out of their childhood bedrooms and actually do something with their lives. So the Navy wasn’t for them, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t serve their community in other ways. Maybe this was the answer to their unsure futures.

Bob grabbed his best friend’s hand, the decade-old handshake turning into a brotherly hug. “Just promise me we won’t get into anything too crazy. I like my Sundays on the couch.”

In six months they’d raised the cash for their own apartment, a small two bed in the dusky pink modular building off Main Street. In a year the amateur sleuths had been in the local paper twice. And two years and several police case assistances later, they stood across from the police captain’s daughter, not a smile in sight.

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wildlife4life · 1 year ago

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Seven (+) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the super lovely @prosperdemeter2 @gayedmundodiaz @lemonzestywrites @rainbow-nerdss @devirnis @cal-daisies-and-briars @buddierights @disasterbuckdiaz @exhuastedpigeon @dangerpronebuddie @daffi-990 @tizniz @try-set-me-on-fire and @rogerzsteven Thank so much! Go check out all their snippets and works!

Well would ya'll look at that... I'm actually participating in a tag day with an actual wip and not a coda. Whoa. And even better... Its an NFL Buck snippet! WOOOOO! Want to see more NFL Buck? Please check it all out here!

"So." Karen begins, pulling Hen's attention from the book she's been trying to read for the past week. She quirks an eyebrow at her wife, "So?" "So my boss's son's, partner broke their leg Tuesday after tripping over their 15 year old terrier." Karen explains and Hen can't help but look back towards where Paisley is lounging on the arm chair (Hen's favorite seat that she has lost to that sassy fur ball) with worry. Her wife chuckles reading Hen's internal concern, "Babe, Paisley is as pure bred as they come. We'll be lucky if she makes it to 10." "That pure bred survived an earthquake and a collapsed building. I wouldn't put it past her to make it way past 10 out of spite alone.” Hen remarks, turning back to Karen. Karen rolls her eyes, but gets back on topic, "Anyway. Harris, that's the partner, got their hands on some passes to that super exclusive gay club, The Green Carnation for this Friday." "You mean the place that runs a background check rivaling the FBI, makes every patron sign NDA's, and will blacklist a person from every gay bar from here to Vegas if they break said NDA? The place that is rumored to host not only out celebrities, but also the deeply closeted, tilt the world on it's axis if they ever came out, big names? That gay club?" Hen questions, her excitement starting to rise. Her very sexy and somehow very connected wife smirks, "The very one. And poor Harris just can't fathom trying to hop around on one leg and not drink thanks to their newly acquired pain meds. So they had their partner-" "Your boss's son." Hen remembers, leaning towards Karen, who instinctually gets closer as well. "Karson, with a K, starts to asks around his dads work because you know, we're literal rocket scientist working on very classified information." "Who better to invite to a secret club than those who work on secret projects." "Exactly." Karen's smirk becomes wicked (and very sinful), "And wouldn't you know, the only non-straight and married person around is yours truly." Hen honest to go squeals, loud and bubbling with elation, "You got us passes to The Green Carnation?!" "With a pre-paid drink package. All we have to do is agree to the background check and sign the NDA." Karen replies with a broad grin. Hen can no longer hold herself back and practically tackles her wife with a teeth clattering kiss. Karen, as always, catches her and kisses back 110%. ("So, my 48 off falls on the weekend." Eddie states and he takes notice of Buck's sly grin forming, his boyfriend most likely on the same train of thought, "And since it's still your bye week..." "You want to dance the night away with other secret gays." Evan finishes. Eddie smirks, "And get a private room blow job." The quarterback's smile is almost feral like, "I'll make the reservation." And Eddie watches Buck tap on the contact Florists with the green clover next to it. The phone rings twice before a deep voice comes through the speaker, "State your member id." "Buckley, 201-09-18." "Diaz, 201-09-19." A quick moment of silence, then, "What can The Green Carnation do for you today Mr. Buckley and Mr. Diaz?")

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eunnieboo · 2 years ago

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IYHM ask replies!!

also, a current snapshot of my mind:

💛 burrito-puppy asked:

Love to see the progress and art you made along the years! Can’t wait for the release 💕💕💕

thank you so much! 💞💞💞 i can't believe it's less than a week away... i can count the number of days left on one hand! AHHHH

💛 Anonymous asked:

Listen. The way that I too am freaking out! Gah. So excited. Can't wait.

THANK YOU!! every day i wake up and i lose my mind LMAO... the only time i'm calm is when i'm distracted, so i can forget it's actually happening haha!

💛 mickiee-art asked:

Where have you been my entire life?? I love your work so much! So excited for your graphic novel release! 💕🫶🏼

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I just found your art today and after scrolling through your stuff I went and pre-ordered your book. I'm so excited!!

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when i tell you this means everything to me... it means everything to me. thank you forever T_T ❤️

i've been so focused on IYHM for the past couple months... now that the pub date is so close, i'm full of giddy anticipation and terrible dread. so thank you everyone for the love and well wishes! it's really getting me through it.

also, i wasn't sure how to announce this so i wanted to mention it while i'm here: Waterstones now has a special sprayed edge edition of IYHM! i got my copy a little while back and it's really gorgeous. if you like paperbacks i think the color is a lovely touch!

and as another reminder, i'll be having an in-person launch event next tuesday with Brick & Mortar Books in Redmond, WA! truthfully i'm torn between my desire to interact with people and my embarrassment at being seen in public, so please feel free to spare yourselves lmao 😭 i wasn't sure i'd do an event at all but i decided to try at least once before deciding if it's for me. so we'll see how it goes!

whew. the 17th is coming up so fast but i still have so many little tasks to do. the last time i talked about my busy schedule on here, someone sent me a message that said "you deserve a spa day," and i think about it all the time. maybe someday, anon. maybe someday...

#iyhm #anon #replies #jeweljupiter #albedosleftb0otych33k #nimona-antifa #tabsters #mickiee-art #burrito-puppy

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tavolgisvist · 3 months ago

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JEFF DEXTER: …It [The Speakeasy] took over from the Bag O’Nails in Kingley Street. It was where I] first saw Jimi Hendrix. The Speakeasy had a band every night, so a lot of the new bands would play there as a matter of course and all the stars would get up and jam. It was a great melting pot for the old and the new styles. Then they had these nights where they’d have new acts. Tony Howard was the booker. They had the Floyd, the Soft Machine, who had a residency there. It was open till 4am and often I’d go there after work at Tiles. You’d have dinner, meet your friends and talk.

ANDREW BAILEY: The Speakeasy, a dreadful place! It was this cellar off Margaret Street, a roadies’ heaven. <…>

JO CRUIKSHANK: I was going to the Speakeasy.<…>When you’re young and vivacious and you don’t get pissed, clubs absoiutely adore to have you. You’re just a sparkly young thing, you’re not a tart — so they give you free memberships. The Speakeasy gave me a free membership. I used to go three or four times a week. I’d sit and drink and not drink very much but I’d want another, which I couldn’t afford, and they’d say, ‘It’s all right, darling, we'll put it on Brian’s bill.’

So Brian [Jones] would come in, holding hands with Anita Pallenberg, and didn’t know that in fact he was standing drinks for half the Speakeasy. There was always someone footing the bill without knowing it. Keith Richard was another. Jimi Hendrix used to come. I was sitting at a table one night, I’d been off to have a little dance and I came back and Jimi Hendrix was sitting there and I walked up and said, ‘Sorry, this is my a table,’ and he was so polite and apologetic — ‘Have I taken your seat, here have it back’ — and I thought ‘My goodness!’ and I became a complete Hendrix fan after that.

The Speak certainly wasn’t a hippie club, it was medallion man club — record producers and things. All the people you’d see parading on the King’s Road on a Saturday you’d quite likely see at the Speak on a weekday night. No one ever went on a Saturday, of course — that was strictly for the plebs. Tuesday or Wednesday was when you went, showing how you didn’t have to get up next morning.

(Days in the Life by Jonathon Green, 1998)

#jonathon green #keith richards #jimi hendrix #the speakeasy #60s #london

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gazsluckyhat · 7 months ago

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Sunday Worship

Two - Swedish Fish

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Merry Crisis everyone. And if you don't celebrate, Happy Tuesday!

Sasha has a thing for accents. Always had. Maybe mutton chops too, and cigars.

Sunday's are for worship.

A week in and the team had decided that when their temporary stay in America was up they were taking the curly haired angel with them. Sasha had made the transition so light and easy, John had hardly any paperwork to do. Everything that hit his desk had already been looked over, sticky notes attached and sorted by content. Most of it she could fill out herself and then send back. She was always there before them, shoeing them out right in time.

"C'mon hen. Join us." Johnny always persisted, lips attacking her cheek as he tried to steer her towards the door but she was steadfast, a quick swat and she was walking back to her desk.

"Next time, ya?" Then she'd wave them off with a smile. They'd come to learn everyone loved her, people swung by their office all the time to chat. She'd indulge them until duty called and she’d flit off. There was only one issue. Connor. The soldier found every opportunity to try and talk to her. His tactic was invading her space, would sit on the edge of her desk, mat and pens messed up and close to falling off. They all saw how she'd try and fix it, his fingers making room once again. Ghost had caught him cornering her, a quick bump of his shoulder and Connor was tumbling into the wall, Ghost guiding Sasha down the hall.

"He bother you often, love?" Kyle had asked one day while they made coffee. Sasha had smiled and waved her hand.

"OH, Connor? No, he's just overly friendly." Kyle shook his head.

"Johnny is overly friends, he's just, pushy."

"Always been like that. I'm a big girl though, promise."

John had decided to completely ignore his feelings towards her, which was quite hard because she choose the prettiest outfits each day. Making her hair into living art and her nails bright. She was the sunshine in the gloomy old base.

"Not fair!" She was perched in Johnny's desk chair. "You cheated Johnny!" Her lips formed a pout, Johnny happily sneaking down for a kiss on her cheek.

"Sorry lass, fair 'an square." John watched them, Kyle laughing at his own desk, Ghost even seemed to be smiling under the mask.

"No! You said it had to land five times, no helping it. You clearly pushed the fish in!" She squealed as she was lifted and set on Johnny's lap.

"Did not!" He tickled her sides. "I'd never. Honest man I am." She laughed, attempting pushing his hands away.

"Ugh, cheater. You wanted to win." She hmphed as Johnny smiled proudly.

"And what was the prize, darling?" Her brown eyes found his as Johnny answered happily.

"She has to go out to the pub with us tonight." Suddenly, John didn't mind Johnny cheating.

"Ugh! I only agreed because I didn't know you were a cheater." She was pushing off him, his hand giving her side a pinch. "It's not even a pub. It's a bar." She was right.

"Only if she wants to go Soap." He frowned but the angel smiled at him, she placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke.

"It's okay Captain, I've pushed him off as long as I can I suppose." She stuck her tonuge out at Johnny. Who mimed cutting it off.

"Don't worry love, we'll take care of you. Scouts honor." Kyle crossed his heart. She placed her hands on her hips and squinted her eyes.

"Why do I feel like you and lover boy are plotting, hmm?" Kyle and Johnny shared a mischievous look before a knock brought them out of it. Standing before them was Captain Will, her old boss.

"Captain." John nodded towards him. He gave a sheepish smile.

"Sorry to bother but can I still Sasha for a moment?" She sighed loudly before walking to her desk and grabbing several things.

"Will, I've told you before, you're a grown man and should be able to run a team without my help twenty-four seven." He blushed.

"It was a accident, I hit a button and everything is gone." She stopped and turned towards Ghost, her hand easily grabbing the freshly opened energy drink from his hand and taking a long sip. Ghost nodded and handed her a second one.

"Make sure you 'rink a glass of water."

"Thank ghostie." Then she was shooing Will down the hall and complaining.

"Are we pussy whipped?" A red Swedish Fish smacked Johnny in the eye.

Sasha sat between Kyle and Johnny, both squishing her. Ghost had gone and fetched the first round and had picked a fruity pink drink for her, her own request.

“Should try a sip.” Kyle tipped his beer in her direction. She pinched her lips together and made a face.

“No thanks. Don’t feel like drinking piss.” She took a long pull of the pretty liquid. The men chuckled. Ghost caught the look that she hid quickly when Johnny set his pint down off the coaster. The slight furrow of her brow and twitch in her fingers. It bothered her. He’d took notice of a lot more things over the past week. The repeated opening and closing of drawers or doors that she seemed to pass off or do silently. The constant rearranging of her desk if something was moved. She had bought special coasters for Johnny specifically after she found a water ring on his desk.

“Oi, Johnny use the damned coaster.” Johnny flipped him off but set the cold drink on it, Sasha let out a breath and seemed to focus on something else. Ghost had a feeling who knew what was bothering her, had seen it before.

"Tell us more about you love." Kyle smiled so prettily at her, John couldn't help the feeling of jealousy stirring in his chest. There was no doubt that the boys had taken to her. Easily. She seemed to adjust to them just as easy. Didn't get annoyed with Johnny's constant touch or Kyles humming.

"Like what?" Her eyes caught his and she smiled at him.

"Anything." She seemed to think before talking.

"I'm the oldest, got two younger siblings. All girls." She chuckled as Johnny piped up.

"Are they as pretty as you Bonnie?" She blushed and nodded.

"We all look almost identical. I enjoy mimosas and long walks on the beach."

"Now, doll that's not what we're asking." She chuckles at John. "Why are you sat behind a desk instead of being out there?"

"I've been out in the field if that's what you're asking." She shrugs. "I just prefer to be behind the desk. I'm better there. Why? Did I do something wrong." John's stomach flips at the look on her face.

"God no Love. Never." She nods and takes a drink.

"You're the only one making this somewhat fun." She smiles at Kyle.

"Well you make my job not exhausting." John chuckles.

"Think I'm gonna go get another round." He slips out of his seat, Sasha does the same.

"Think I'll join you sir." His blood heats. She follows beside him, their hands almost touching. Her dark skin is warm, a slight shimmer. She smells amazing. Fresh flowers and vanilla. "Thanks, for making the transition easier." He smiles at her.

"You did all the work Love. We just had to sit and be pretty." Sasha laughs and it sounds like bells. John's so close he can smell her perfume. All pretty flowers and coco butter.

"I'm not the best with change." Her cheeks darken.

"You seem to be doing just fine sweetheart." Their shoulders were touching. She turned to face him, her head tilted back to look into his eyes. Despite his best intentions he brought his fingers to her cheek. Her eyes simmered under his touch. The pink of her blush seeming to darken.

“John.” He loved the way she said his name. Sounded so sweet. She leaned further into his touch. He was thinking with his dick, not his brain. This is wrong. He knew it. He’s her boss. This, whatever it is, can’t happen. It’s against the rules. If they got caught who knows what could happen. He slipped his fingers off her cheek and cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry.” He grabbed the pints and turned to walk away. He didn’t see the hurt on Sasha’s eyes or the way her body shook.

She never came back to the table.

#call of duty #john price #call of duty smut #call of duty imagine #johnny mactavish #kyle garrick #soap #price #gaz #ghost

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kylesvariouslistsandstuff · 1 month ago

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Wait a minute... What's this?

#2 on Tuesday with a nice 75% rise (compare to ELEMENTAL's first Tuesday, where it fell 6%).

#2 yesterday, too!

ELIO opened at #3 over the weekend, and now it's pacing ahead of the other new movie of this past weekend that out-opened it (28 YEARS LATER). It's still a few clicks behind leftover HTTYD '25, but... Nice!

I mean, yeah, the kids are out of school. Might be seeing some... Early momentum here? The movie is now out and can now speak for itself? And successfully work off of its own strengths? I think so. I know this rodeo all too well.

Regardless of whether this film makes a profit or whatever none-such, it'll be nice to see it have legs. Proof that audiences are quite diggin' it! Another animated movie plays the long game, as per usual.

All that, while Disney announces - to the shock of NO ONE - a LILO & STITCH '25 sequel. Love how the internet complains that there are no original films, especially from Disney themselves. Then one comes along, and they choose to miss it, always using that well-worn excuse "We want GOOD original movies!" When the movie in question is pretty well-liked by those who actually saw it.

I know, it's redundant. I'm in my 30s. I'm used to this same old song and dance, going all the way back to IMDb message boards and talkback sections of movie news articles. Always the same vocal minority of nerds clamoring for more original stuff, and then not showing up for most of it. This week's model was "Urrghhh woke grubhub animation style, Pixar needs to stay put and recreate the past for every new movie that they make, PASS!" And then, on cue, they get all grumpy at the next sequel or remake announcement.

Meanwhile, moviegoers seem to think, "Wow, cool movie!" Future leggy movie and Disney+ monster, incoming? This weekend might do it good, the only new movies are F1 and M3GAN 2.0, I think it should be fine honestly. Might even have one of those really slight drops, but we'll see.

I still haven't seen it, myself, because life just loves to get in my way. 50/50 it's tomorrow for me, if not? Then, I'll try try again.

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auroraescritora · 2 months ago

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SITTER’S LOVE (AMOR DE BABÁ) [Bi-lingual]- Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Arc 2, Chapter II (Arco 2, Capítulo II)

Post in English and Portuguese! / Post em português e Inglês!

Texto em português na segunda parte!

Arc 1:

[I] [II] [III, IV and V] [VI and VII] [VIII and IX] [X, XI, XII and XIII] [XIV] [XV] [XVI and XVII] [ XVIII and XIX] [XX and XXI] [XXII and XXIII] [XXIV, XXV and XXVI] [XXVII and XXVIII] [XXIX and XXX] [XXXI and XXXII]

Arc 2:

[Prologue/Prólogo] [I]

Hi, how are you? Today we have another chapter. From next week we'll have updates on Tuesdays or Wednesdays. I hope you have a good read!

Arc 2, Chapter II

“Nico!”

He groaned and put his hands on his head. Who had turned up the volume?

“My head, could you…”

“No!” Logan said energetically.

“Medicine?” Alice, sweet and angelic, always helpful, had the solution to his problem. She placed a pill in his hand along with a glass of water. Nico thanked her and drank it in one gulp. If it had been poison, he would probably already be dead; Nico could barely open his eyes, let alone understand what was happening around him.

“What happened last night?”

“We read a story and then went to sleep.”

He remembered Annabeth, the cute waiter and… had he done it again?

“This time you didn't take pictures, did you?”

“We wanted to. But it was too depressing. It lost its charm very quickly.”

“It's good to know that my suffering amuses you.”

“It’s not fun. But I want to have everything documented for the family archives. When you and Dad get back together and decide to adopt a child, it’ll be fun to look back on all this.” Alice said, ever the lady, smiling sweetly at Nico while Logan hid his face behind his hands, trying not to laugh.

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“So can I invite dad to the next dinner?”

“No one is stopping him from coming, are they?” Nico realized too late what he had said. Well, it wasn’t what he had said, but how. “That’s not what I meant.”

“I know that,” Alice said anxiously. She walked around the bed and sat down beside Nico, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly. “I’m just… I’m tired of waiting. You said Daddy needed time. But how much time does someone need before things change?”

“I can't speak for him. Neither can you. He's not obligated to anything. Neither am I. Or you.”

“I wish we could live together. I miss movie nights and dinner with the four of us, without all these people.”

“They're your friends. Don't you like seeing your mother every week? Your grandparents?”

“I do. But I miss Dad. I see him every day, but it still feels like he’s so far away. No matter what I do, I can’t reach him.”

“Things will get better. I promise.”

“When? Two more years? Ten?”

“Have a little patience, will you?”

“Nicollas, I--”

“Alice, let's go downstairs. Let Nico get changed.” Incredibly, the one speaking was Logan himself, who had remained silent all this time, just watching. He took his sister's hand and gently pulled her out of the room. Alice didn't resist, looking like she was going to burst into tears at any moment.

Before leaving, she turned to Nico and said:

“I'm sorry. I know it's not your fault. I just wish things were the way they were before.”

Me too, was what Nico wanted to say. However, that would only make things worse. Because, honestly? He didn’t know if things would ever work out. Alice’s questions were the same ones he asked himself night after night. How long did someone need to heal? And if he were to draw from his own experience, there was no cure for these kind of things; he would never recover from what he had experienced as a child, so why would Percy recover from whatever it was he was going through? Was it guilt for being interested in someone underage? Was it self-punishment for letting an outsider become so closely integrated into his family? What could take up so much of Percy's time that he distanced himself from his children, something that Nico thought was the most important thing in his life? These were questions that would be left for another time. Because, right now, all that mattered was comforting the children and making this damn headache go away.

Then, with great effort, feeling the world spinning, Nico got up, took another sip of water, brushed his teeth, washed his face and finally changed his clothes. He took a deep breath and went downstairs. The day had barely begun and he was already late. It seemed that college would have to wait for another day.

***

“Has Mr. Sleepyhead finally decided to grace us with his presence?” Reyna was doing this on purpose. She told him in the loudest voice possible, placing the plate full of eggs and bacon in front of him and making as much noise as she could.

“Are you trying to get revenge on me? Did I do something last night?”

“Apart from drinking for two hours straight and then having to be dragged to bed? No, you didn't do anything. Nothing at all. Nothing different from usual.”

“Reyna. I will get you for this! The next time you two fight, I'll do the same thing to you.”

“So, you admit that you fought with him? You even swore revenge on Percy.” Annabeth, who was already at the table with the children and Reyna, took off her sunglasses. She insisted that they helped with the hangover.

“Who could I have fought with? With my own brain?”

“When are you going to stop the drama and talk to Percy? It’s getting too depressing,” Reyna said again, as she brought juice and coffee, along with toast and a muffin. He knew it was her way of comforting him, even though Reyna was always stinging him with her usual insinuations.

“I don't know what you're talking about. Actually, I have to go. I have class later.”

“Okay, I won't insist any longer. Before you go, don't forget your cell phone. It rang a couple of times.”

He had barely taken his first bite of the cupcake when he remembered Alabaster, his boyfriend. Well, his current boyfriend of three months and who probably wouldn't last long, something that had happened with other men. Nico just... didn't have much time for them. But this time, he was trying, he swore he was. Alabaster Murphy was one of his oldest college friends who had always been by his side; that's why he had hesitated for so long. Nico didn't love him and Alabaster knew it perfectly well, but the problem was starting to appear now; when everyone around you was talking about another guy that your boyfriend was in love with, things tended to get a little turbulent.

Feeling his head spin a little less, Nico stood up and walked to the living room where his phone was charging in one of the outlets near the television. He turned on his phone and the notifications popped up nonstop. Seven messages and three missed calls, from Sally, Jason and Alabaster. He had completely forgotten about Alabaster, he had promised he would call last night.

He pressed the icon and the cell phone immediately made the connection, returning the missed call.

“Al?” Nico muttered when the call was answered.

“Nicollas? I was so worried! Where were you? Why didn't you call me? I tried to talk to Jason and--”

“It's okay. I ended up going to bed early.”

“You drank again.”

“I am not--”

“You know, I'm trying to be understanding. But when you disappear for a whole day, it makes me think that--”

“I never promised you anything.”

“I know.”

“So why are you asking this of me?”

“You promised, Nicollas! You've already canceled twice. What's going on?”

See? That's why his relationships didn't last. Family would always be more important than them. Now, how could he say that without sounding like an idiot?

“Look, I had to go to a family thing. I promise I'll make it up to you.”

“Do you really promise? I miss you.”

Nico wanted to say the same thing, because deep down, Alabaster was just that, an insistent friend, but… handsome. Well, handsome wasn't exactly the word he would use. After all, he was human too. Ahg! Nico didn't even know why he was dating Alabaster if he couldn't even make that work.

“Nicollas?”

“Yes?”

“When can we see each other?”

“Later today? I have some classes, then we can meet up.”

“At five?” Alabaster suggested.

“Yeah, sure.”

This was the perfect opportunity for Nico to fix things between them, even if it was just to go back to being friends.

***

“Dude, you're going to love this teacher's class. He's, like, the best in the art department. He's hot. Seriously. Half the people come to watch him. So there'll be under half the class left.”

“Why do you think I care about that…?”

“Nicollas, don't be mean to me.” Silena pouted and Nico had no other choice. He sat down in the chair next to her and pinched Silena's cheeks. “Nicollas!”

“You know I don't care about those things. I'm not the one who likes to date teachers.”

“It was just this once, okay! How could I resist Apollo? He's hotter than the sun. I'm very pleased with my Chris.”

“I know. I'm just kidding.”

“I know you are. When are you going to stop messing with Alabaster? He's my friend too.”

“I'm not messing with him.”

“No?” She didn't seem very convinced.

“It's just that… I don't know. I don't feel ready. There's something that doesn't fit…”

“What? The p--”

“Silena! It's not that. He's very big. I just can't do it. There's something that makes me stop every time we try.”

“You don't trust him? You can tell me.”

“He, sometimes…”

“Yes?”

“He reminds me of my ex.”

“The oldest and experienced?”

“No, the abusive one.”

“Nicollas, I think you're exaggerating. Al would never do those things.”

“I can't explain it. Sometimes he grabs my arm and tries to force me to do what he wants. Or how he can't stand being ignored. He's starting to act a little aggressive, even violent.”

“I don't know what to say.”

“He's jealous of my family and now he's started to monitor what I do! I thought he was different, that I could count on him, but…” Nico shrugged, disappointed.

“I'm sorry. Maybe it's an adjustment phase?” Silena tried to comfort him. “Why don't you give him another chance? Unless you don't want to continue. Then you should end it once and for all. Deceiving him will only prolong the inevitable.”

“You're right. But I said I'd try. Just a few more days? To be sure?”

“I can't decide for you. If I were you, if it was that bad, I would have finished it already.”

“I know that. Ugh, why does it have to be so complicated! I thought I wouldn't have any problems with him.”

“Too bad, your problem just entered the room.”

Nico looked up and there was Alabaster, walking purposefully towards them. His intense eyes and straight hair waved against the wind, his tall stature drawing the attention of the rest of the people in the room. However, as he approached, his expression softened and his voice came out husky and velvety, greeting him.

“Nicollas, why didn't you tell me you were going to take this class?” And there it was again, his voice was completely affectionate and along with it, masked beneath it all, the questioning, the attempt to control him.

“I decided at the last minute. I'm going to do a double degree. In law and arts.”

“Do you think you'll be able to do it? I found it easier to study architecture first and now history.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Nico said, struggling not to grit his teeth in irritation. Who did Alabaster think he was to decide what he could and couldn’t do? “Are you mad at me? I told you I had to go to a family event.”

“I believe in you. I know they are important to you. And what about me? You're never around. What do I have to do to get a minute of your attention?”

Nico groaned, cursing all his sins committed in this and other lives, wondering if this was the time to pay for them; he had never heard such a dramatic phrase in his entire life. Or so needy, or manipulative. How did he know that? He had been around too many people with the same ability to not notice the trick. And you know what? He was sick of it.

“Alabaster, darling.” He said those two words slowly and smiling, quietly so that only they could hear. “This is the last time I warn you. I don't belong to you and I didn't give you the freedom to talk to me like that. When I allow myself to be treated like a possession, I'll let you know, okay?”

“Nicollas, you know I love you. I just want to spend time with you. Is it that hard? I miss you. What do I need to do, hmm? Crawl and beg?”

“What do you think about stopping this? You make me feel guilty. Like I owe you something.”

“But you do.” Nico felt that Alabaster was trying to make a joke, however, those words had hit him deeper than his boyfriend could ever imagine. It was what had happened with Will, and it was what, in a less negative way, had happened with Percy in the past; he was tired of owing people favors, and having to use himself to pay them back. The cherry on the cake came when Alabaster, taking his silence as a victory, pulled him by the neck and kissed him. Suddenly, nothing seemed right anymore. His stomach churned and his vision blurred. The good thing was that the feeling hadn’t lasted long. As soon as Alabaster had pulled away, or rather, he had pushed him away, the world made sense again.

“Hmm, that was fun, but it ends here.” Nico said to Alabaster. The now ex-boyfriend still had his hands around his neck and stared at him without understanding what was happening.

“What ends here?”

“Our relationship. I'm breaking up with you.”

“What, Nicollas? Why?”

“I won't repeat it.”

“And I won't accept that.”

“Guys, the teacher is here. Could you do this another time?” Silena murmured next to them.

Who cared about this teacher? Alabaster had made him relive one of the worst moments of his life, all he wanted was--

“Good afternoon, class. Today we begin our ancient history course. For those who don't know me, I'm Percy Jackson. I'll be your instructor. Unfortunately, Professor Brunner won't be with us for this master class.”

Nico gasped and slowly raised his head, barely able to believe it. Percy, in a black suit with his hair slicked back, clean-shaven and looking healthier than ever, was welcoming the new class of the second semester with open arms. He had waited so long for this moment and now… now everything seemed wrong and out of place. Maybe if he snuck out no one would notice.

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Oii, como vai? Hoje temos mais um capítulo. A partir da proxima semana teremos atualizações nas terças ou quartas. Espero que vocês tenham uma boa leitura!

— Nico!

Ele gemeu e levou as mãos à cabeça. Quem é que tinha aumentado o volume?

— Minha cabeça, vocês poderiam…

— Não! — Logan disse todo energético.

— Remédio? — Alice, doce e angelical, sempre prestativa, tinha a solução para seu problema. Ela colocou uma pílula em sua mão junto com um copo de água. Nico agradeceu e tomou em um só gole. Provavelmente, se fosse veneno ele já estaria morto; Nico mal podia despregar os olhos, imagina entender o que acontecia a seu redor.

— O que aconteceu noite passada?

— A gente leu uma história e depois dormiu.

Ele se lembrava de Annabeth, o garçom bonitinho e… ele tinha feito aquilo de novo?

— Dessa vez vocês não tiraram fotos, tiraram?

— A gente queria. Mas foi deprimente demais. Perdeu a graça muito rápido.

— É bom saber que o meu sofrimento te diverte.

— Não diverte. Quero ter tudo documentado para os arquivos da família. Quando você e papai reatarem e decidirem adotar uma criança, vai ser divertido rever tudo isso. — Alice disse, sempre uma dama, sorrindo docemente para Nico enquanto Logan escondia o rosto atrás das mãos, tentando não rir.

— Eu não sei do que você está falando.

— Então eu posso convidar o papai pro próximo jantar?

— Ninguém está impedindo ele de vir, está? — Nico percebeu tarde demais o que tinha dito. Bem, não era o que ele tinha dito e sim, como. — Não foi o que eu quis dizer.

— Eu sei disso. — Alice disse, ansiosa. Ela deu a volta na cama e se sentou a seu lado, o abraçando forte pela cintura. — Eu só… estou cansada de esperar. Você disse que o papai precisava de tempo. Mas quanto tempo alguém precisa antes que as coisas mudem?

— Eu não posso falar por ele. Nem você. Ele não é obrigado a nada. Eu também não sou. Ou vocês.

— Eu queria que a gente morasse junto. Eu sinto falta das noites de filmes e de jantar nós quatro, sem toda essa gente.

— Eles são seus amigos. Você não gosta de ver sua mãe toda semana? Seus avós?

— Eu gosto. Mas eu sinto falta do papai. Eu vejo ele todo dia, mas ainda parece que ele está tão distante. Não importa o que eu faça, não consigo alcançá-lo.

— As coisas vão melhorar. Eu prometo.

— Quando? Mais dois anos? Dez?

— Tenha um pouco de paciência, sim?

— Nicollas, eu--

— Alice, vamos descer. Deixe o Nico se trocar. — Incrivelmente quem falava era o próprio Logan que tinha permanecido calado todo esse tempo, apenas observando. Ele pegou na mão da irmã e a puxou delicadamente para fora do quarto. Alice não resistiu, parecendo que iria cair no choro a qualquer momento.

Antes de ir, ela se virou para Nico e disse:

— Eu sinto muito. Sei que não é sua culpa. Eu só queria que as coisas fossem como antes.

“Eu também”, era o que Nico queria ter dito. Entretanto, aquilo apenas pioraria as coisas. Porque, sinceramente? Ele não sabia se as coisas teriam uma solução, os questionamentos de Alice eram os mesmos que ele fazia noite após noite. Quanto tempo alguém precisava para se curar? E se ele tirasse de sua própria experiência, não existia uma cura para essas coisas; ele nunca se recuperaria do que viveu na infância, então, por que Percy iria se recuperar de seja lá o que ele estivesse passando? Seria a culpa por se interessar por alguém menor de idade? Seria autopunição por deixar alguém de fora se integrar tão intimamente a família dele? O que poderia tomar tanto tempo a ponto de se distanciar tanto assim dos filhos, algo que Nico pensava ser o mais importante na vida de Percy? Eram questionamentos que ficariam para um outro momento. Porque, nesse instante, tudo o que importava era consolar as crianças e fazer essa maldita dor de cabeça desaparecer.

Então, com dificuldade, sentindo o mundo girar, Nico se levantou, tomou mais um gole de água, escovou os dentes, lavou o rosto e enfim trocou de roupa. Ele respirou fundo e desceu as escadas. O dia mal começava e ele já estava atrasado. Parecia que a faculdade teria que esperar por mais um dia.

***

— Finalmente o senhor dorminhoco decidiu nos agraciar com sua presença? — Rayna fazia isso de propósito. Ela lhe disse na voz mais estridente possível, colocando o prato cheio de ovos e bacon em sua frente e da forma mais barulhenta que pôde.

— Vocês estão tentando se vingar de mim? Eu fiz algo ontem a noite?

— Tirando beber durante duas horas e depois ter que ser arrastado para a cama? Não, você não faz nada. Nada mesmo. Nada diferente do normal.

— Rayna. Isso não vai ficar assim. Na próxima vez que vocês brigarem, vou fazer a mesma coisa com você.

— Então, você admite que brigou com ele? Você até jurou vingança contra Percy. — Annabeth que já estava na mesa junto com as crianças e Rayna, tirou os óculos de sol. Ela insistia em dizer que eles ajudavam com a ressaca.

— Com quem eu poderia ter brigado? Com meu cérebro?

— Quando você vai parar de drama e falar com Percy? Está ficando deprimente demais. — Rayna voltou a dizer, enquanto trazia suco e café, junto com torradas e um bolinho. Ele sabia ser o jeito dela o consolar, mesmo que do outro lado Rayna o espetasse com as insinuações de sempre.

— Eu não sei do que você está falando. Na verdade, eu preciso ir. Tenho aula mais tarde.

— Tá bom, não vou mais insistir. Antes de você ir, não esqueça seu celular. Ele tocou umas duas vezes.

Ele mal tinha dado a primeira dentada no bolinho quando se lembrou de Alabaster, seu namorado. Quer dizer, seu atual namorado de três meses e que provavelmente não duraria muito, algo que já havia acontecido com outros homens. Nico apenas… não tinha muito tempo para eles. Mas dessa vez, ele estava tentando, jurava que estava. Alabaster Murphy era um de seus amigos de faculdade mais antigos que sempre estive do seu lado; é por isso que ele tinha hesitado por tanto tempo. Nico não o amava e Alabaster sabia perfeitamente disso, porém, o problema começava a aparecer agora; quando todas as pessoas a seu redor comentam sobre um outro cara que seu namorado é apaixonado as coisas tendiam a ficar um pouco conturbadas.

Sentindo a cabeça girar um pouco menos, Nico se levantou e andou até a sala onde seu celular estava carregando em uma das tomadas perto da televisão. Ele ligou o celular e as notificações pipocaram sem parar. Sete mensagens e três ligações perdidas, de Sally, Jason e Alabaster. Ele tinha se esquecido completamente de Alabaster, tinha prometido que iria ligar na noite passada.

Ele apertou no ícone e imediatamente o celular fez a conexão, retornando o telefonema perdido.

— Al? — Nico murmurou quando atenderam a ligação.

— Nicollas? Eu estava tão preocupado! Onde você estava? Por que não me telefonou? Tentei falar com Jason e--

— Está tudo bem. Eu acabei dormindo cedo.

— Você bebeu de novo.

— Eu não--

— Sabe, estou tentando ser compreensivo. Mas quando você some durante um dia inteiro, me faz pensar que--

— Nunca te prometi nada.

— Eu sei.

— Então, por que você está me cobrando?

— Você prometeu, Nicollas! Você já desmarcou duas vezes. O que está acontecendo?

Está vendo? É por isso que os relacionamentos dele não duravam. A família sempre seria mais importante do que eles. Agora, como ele poderia dizer isso sem parecer um idiota?

— Olha, eu tive que ir em uma coisa de família. Prometo que vou te recompensar.

— Promete, mesmo? Eu sinto sua falta.

Nico queria dizer o mesmo, porque, no fundo, Alabaster era apenas isso, um amigo insistente, porém… bonito. Bem, bonito não era exatamente a palavra que ele usaria. Afinal, ele também era humano. Ahg! Nico nem sabia porque estava namorando Alabaster se nem isso ele conseguia fazer dar certo.

— Nicollas?

— Ah, o que foi?

— Quando a gente pode se ver?

— Hoje, mais tarde? Tenho algumas aulas, depois a gente pode se encontrar.

— Às cinco? — Alabaster sugeriu.

— Pode ser.

Essa era a oportunidade perfeita para Nico ajeitar as coisas entre eles, mesmo que fosse para voltarem a ser apenas amigos.

***

— Amigo, você vai amar a aula desse professor. Ele é, tipo, o melhor do departamento de artes. É um gato. Sério. Metade das pessoas vem pra olhar ele. Então, vai sobrar menos da metade da classe.

— Por que você acha que eu me importo com isso…?

— Nicollas, não seja mal comigo. — Silena fez um biquinho e Nico não teve outra opção. Ele se sentou na cadeira ao lado dela e apertou as bochechas de Silena. — Nicollas!

— Você sabe que eu não me importo com essas coisas. Não sou eu que gosto de ficar com professores.

— Foi só uma vez, tá! Como eu poderia resistir ao Apolo? Ele é mais quente que o sol. Estou muito satisfeita com o meu Chris.

— Eu sei. Estou brincando.

— Sei que você está. Quando você vai parar de brincar com o Alabaster? Ele é meu amigo também.

— Eu não estou brincando com ele.

— Não? — Ela não parecia muito convencida.

— É só que… eu não sei. Não me sinto preparado. Tem alguma coisa que não se encaixa…

— O quê? O p--

— Silena! Não é isso. Ele é bem avantajado. Eu só não consigo. Tem algo que me faz parar toda vez que a gente tenta.

— Você não confia nele? Você pode me contar.

— Ele, às vezes…

— Sim?

— Ele me faz lembrar do meu ex.

— O mais velho e experiente?

— Não, o abusivo.

— Nicollas, acho que você está exagerando. Al nunca faria essas coisas.

— Eu não consigo explicar. Às vezes, ele me segura pelo braço e tenta me forçar a fazer o que ele quer. Ou como ele não aguenta ser ignorado. Ele está começando a agir um pouco agressivo, até violento.

— Eu não sei o que dizer.

— Ele tem ciúmes da minha família e agora deu para fiscalizar o que eu faço! Eu pensei que ele era diferente, que eu podia contar com ele, mas… — Nico deu de ombros, decepcionado.

— Sinto muito. Talvez seja uma fase de adaptação? — Silena tentou o confortar. — Por que você não dá mais uma chance a ele? A não ser que você não queira continuar. Então, você deveria acabar com isso de uma vez. O enganar apenas vai alongar o inevitável.

— Você tem razão. Mas eu disse que ia tentar. Só mais alguns dias? Pra ter certeza?

— Eu não posso decidir por você. No seu lugar, se estivesse tão ruim assim eu já tinha terminado.

— Eu sei disso. Agh, porque tem que ser tão complicado! Pensei que com ele eu não teria problemas.

— É uma pena, seu problema acaba de entrar na sala.

Nico levantou a cabeça e lá estava Alabaster, ele vinha caminhando todo decidido em direção a eles. Seus olhos intensos e cabelos lisos ondulavam contra o vento, sua estatura alta chamando a atenção do resto das pessoas na sala. Entretanto, quando ele se aproximou, sua expressão se suavizou e sua voz saiu rouca e aveludada, o cumprimentando.

—Nicollas, por que você não me contou que pegaria essa matéria? — E lá estava novamente, sua voz era completamente afetuosa e junto com ela, mascarada por debaixo daquilo tudo, o questionamento, a tentativa de controle sobre ele.

— Decidi de última hora. Vou fazer graduação dupla. Em direito e Artes.

— Você acha que vai conseguir? Achei mais fácil fazer arquitetura primeiro e agora, história.

— Não é nada de mais. — Nico disse, lutando para não trincar os dentes de irritação. Quem Alabaster achava que era para decidir o que ele podia ou não fazer? — Você está com raiva de mim? Eu disse que tive que ir em um evento de família.

— Eu acredito em você. Sei que ela é importante para você. E eu, como fico? Você nunca está por perto. O que eu preciso fazer para ter um minuto da sua atenção?

Nico gemeu, amaldiçoando todos os seus pecados cometidos nessa e em outras vidas, se perguntando se esse era o momento de pagá-los; ele nunca ouviu uma frase tão dramática em toda a sua vida. Ou tão carente, ou manipuladora. Como ele sabia disso? Ele convivia com muitas pessoas com a mesma habilidade para não perceber o truque. E quer saber? Ele estava cheio disso.

— Alabaster, querido. — Ele disse essas duas palavras devagar e sorrindo, baixinho para que somente eles pudessem ouvir. — Essa é a última vez que eu te aviso. Eu não te pertenço e eu não te dei a liberdade de falar assim comigo. Quando eu permitir ser tratado como uma possessão, te aviso, sim?

— Nicollas, você sabe que eu te amo. Eu só quero passar um tempo com você. É tão difícil assim? Eu sinto sua falta. O que eu preciso fazer, hmm? Me arrastar e implorar?

— O que você acha de parar com isso? Você faz eu me sentir culpado. Como se eu te devesse alguma coisa.

— Mas você deve. — Nico sentia que Alabaster tentava fazer uma piada, entretanto, aquelas palavras tinham o atingido mais fundo do que o namorado jamais poderia imaginar. Era o que tinha acontecido com Will, e era o que, de uma forma menos negativa, tinha acontecido com Percy no passado; ele estava cansado de dever favores às pessoas, e de ter que usar a si mesmo para pagá-las. A cereja do bolo veio quando Alabaster, tomando seu silêncio por vitória, o puxou pelo pescoço e o beijou. De repente, nada mais parecia certo. Seu estômago se revirou e sua visão embaçou. O bom é que a sensação não tinha durado muito. Assim que Alabaster tinha se afastado, ou melhor, que ele havia o empurrado para longe, o mundo voltou a fazer sentido.

— Hmm, isso foi divertido, mas acaba aqui. — Nico disse a Alabaster. O agora ex-namorado ainda tinha as mãos em volta de seu pescoço e o encarava sem entender o que acontecia.

— O que acaba aqui?

— Nosso relacionamento. Estou terminando com você.

— O quê, Nicollas? Por quê?

— Eu não vou repetir.

— E eu não vou aceitar isso.

— Gente, o professor chegou. Será que vocês poderiam fazer isso outra hora? — Silena murmurou ao lado deles.

Quem se importava com esse professor? Alabaster havia lhe feito reviver um dos piores momentos de sua vida, tudo o que ele queria era--

— Boa tarde, turma. Hoje iniciamos nosso curso de história antiga. Para quem não me conhece, sou Percy Jackson. Serei seu instrutor no lugar do professor Brunner. Ele infelizmente não estará conosco nesse mestre.

Nico arfou e levantou a cabeça lentamente, mal podendo acreditar. Percy, em um terno negro e cabelos jogados para trás, de barba feita e parecendo mais saudável do que nunca recebia de braços abertos a nova turma do segundo semestre letivo. Ele tinha esperado tanto por esse momento e agora… agora tudo parecia errado e fora do lugar. Talvez se ele saísse de fininho ninguém perceberia.

Até a proxima!

#percy jackson #percico #nico di angelo #my writing #pernico #percy/nico #sitter's love #amor de babá

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docholligay · 2 years ago

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Dr. Holligay Tries Things That Aren't Running: Group Power

So after the immense blow of the slings and arrows of outrageous inability to read yesterday, one might think that I would give up. But no! One week of failure is not a month, and so I pouted for an evening and then got up off my ass this morning to get back into the fray. There are still three more weeks, and while I am less than enthusiastic about losing five stamps worth of work, I'm not going to throw away the whole "getting an overpriced kitchen item" endeavor.

So yesterday, I took the new bingo card and worked out what my schedule would have to look like in order to get a solid bingo by Saturday, starting on Tuesday.

We find ourselves at Group Power.

Group Power reminds me a very important thing, which is that I hate taking group classes. This is not a "I'm antisocial and don't like people" thing, I am a very gregarious person who often enjoys a group activity, but working out is one of those moments where I figure it's between me and the power of my own will and not whatever a late-30s wine mom in ass-sculpting leggings is doing next to me* is doing.

Group Power asks the questions: What if we were doing lifting, which Holligay hates, but what if were doing it all together to a specified beat?

So I want you to picture me standing behind a step, the stack ones like in step aerobics. Now, I've gathered the things I seem to think we'll need for the class like a little robin feathering her nest: My bar, a few plates, a mat.

Then strides in the teacher. It's my boot camp teacher! Fantastic. Jessie--for that's what we'll call her--waves at me, tells me how happy she is I'm here, she's always wanted me to try this class, and then walks into the back and grabs two small plates, tossing them next to my bar.

With a big smile. 'You can lift heavier than that."

IF YOU SAY SO. I'm too weak to argue. I am Group Powerless. I deserve every bad thing that is about to happen to me, and, it is. I add the plates to my bar.

So the great thing about this is, every rep is shouted out. This is a gym class that people imagine in their heads when they think gym class. We are midway through upper body when I realize my bar is overloaded. It is too heavy for how fast I am doing these reps. I am suffering. But I can't stop. I can't stop, because I am weak, and I am in the middle of class, and in order to lower your weight, you have to stop and take the plates off your bar, loudly admitting to the entire class that you, personally and individually, are too weak for the weight you picked.

Because I am stupid, I would rather die than tell this entire class that my bar is too heavy. And I may get the chance, as I head into another overhead press. Is this mild assertion of my masculinity worth possible injury? "It is if you're not a pussy," says the Marlboro man in my head. Overhead press for two, now singles, go!

The whole class is like this! And the worst part is, when she does finally tell the class to lighten their bar, I have the mechanical intelligence, apparently, of a pine cone, and can't quickly get the plates moved off and on my bar. I am sweating over this while they are already starting the reps, and somehow both no one is looking at me and I feel the EYE OF SAURON DIRECTLY UPON ME, and I hold both in equal hands.

AND LIFT! AND SQUAT. TWO MORE!

Jessie comes up to me at the end, as I'm struggling like a tenacious field mouse to get the plates off the bar.

"DId you have fun?!"

I look up at her through my sweaty bangs.

"I'm going for a run."

*Holligay, you're a late 30s wine mom. Excuse you I am a whiskey mom and that means I look like the dyke trash I am when I work out. That Britney the wine mom in leggings can outlift me is both hurtful and irrelevant to the topic at hand.

#things that aren't running

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recurring-polynya · 10 months ago

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Writing/Art Update 10.16.2024

I keep meaning to do these on Tuesdays and they keep leaking over onto Wednesdays. Oh well. I'm going to keep striving for Tuesdays because I really don't want them leaking onto Thursdays.

Anyway, Bleach Returns! Week is over and I'm pretty happy with how I did. I got 4 artworks and two fanfics done: you can see all of my contributions here. I do have a little bit of Bonus Content to one of them that I am still hoping to finish up, but we'll see. I sort of lost my momentum entirely the minute I finished up that last fanfic, so if I don't get back to it, it won't be the end of the world for me.

I'm spending this week trying to get caught back up on stuff, both irl and online. I'm working on my ao3 inbox, which got woefully behind again, for which I am very sorry. My Tumblr drafts are also...substantial...again, but that's no one's problem but my own.

I am finally ready to actually get ready to work on a little in love again. I even looked at my notes and outline! The outline was a lot more filled in than I remembered it being, but I also somehow expected to get through act iv in 9 chapters which seems a little...spare to me. I took a break from reading Pride and Prejudice because my hold on The Goblin Emperor came in at the library, but it was worth it because I loved it and it was also Relevant to The Vibe. I keep trying to convince myself that I don't really need to re-read the first three acts of alil, but I am pretty sure that I do. I think I should finish up P&P about the same time I get the inbox taken care of, so that ought to line up pretty well.

I currently have about 8500 words from the last time I tried to work on this story, in various states of ready-for-primetime-ness. Sometime between now and next week, I hope to get sort of a baseline established so that I can start doing wordcounts again.

Oh, yeah, wordcounts. I have a spreadsheet where I keep track of how much actual writing I do (vs posting, which is what ao3 tracks and often isn't actually indicative of when I did the work). For the last two years, I have written about 110k per year, and I thought I had been doing pretty good this year, but it turns out I am only at 90k at the moment, so I would really like it if I could get at least another 20k by the end of the year. That seems pretty doable except for the fact that my Decembers are always shit, but maybe this one will be different! lolololol

I am really proud of how much drawing I have done recently, because I hadn't really done very at all this year. I'd like to try and keep that momentum, even if it's just doing a bit of a scribble every day from my art club prompts. Who knows, we'll see. I always found the banners for a little in love to be incredibly fun to do, and I'm looking forward to the possibility of making a couple of new ones.

#writing update #art update

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atlafan · 2 months ago

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OF COURSEEEEE we want the details please!!! I want it all so much, I live for these updates!!!!

lmao okay! tmi story time is below the cut

okay, so here's some backstory. we were supposed to see each other again in may, but the one night a week his baby daughter is at her mother's house, the mother was sick. that's how he said it, "my daughter's mother" and idk why but I love that because that's so cold I just know he hates that bitch lmao so I was like totally fine we'll reschedule.

we don't talk every day, and that's fine too. this man is busy, and honestly so am I. I also have to keep reminding myself that he's 45 and it's apparent that he doesn't realize the subtext behind leaving someone on read. I also want to preface this by saying that he and I had spoken about doing anal several times, so what we did the other night was completely consensual and planned

so, last Tuesday, I went to see The Weeknd in concert. Amazing show, btw. Go see him live if you get the chance!! I text dilf a pic of my fit and asked him what he thought and he said he loved it 💅 a few days prior I had sent him a text basically saying I'd like to reschedule my dick appointment, so after he said he loved my fit he asked if there were any daytime dick appointments available, and I told them they could be arranged and asked him if he had a day in mind. He said Thursday. I sent him a text the next morning and told him I was remote Thursday. Then nothing. Radio silence. Left me on read. So I'm fuming all day Thursday, right? I'm like I'm not gonna text him, if he wants to see me, he can text me. AT 11:40 THAT NIGHT I GET A TEXT FROM HIM SAYING, AND I QUOTE, "hmmmm daddy never received an invite today. you know what that means". SO IM LAYING IN BED SO FUCKING ANNOYED THAT I DIDN'T REALIZE HE WAS WAITING FOR AN INVITE. LIKE WHAT ARE YOU, A VAMPIRE?! So I was like, "oh no have I been bad?" so we volleyed back and forth with dirty messages and came to the conclusion that Monday night would be the night. He told me to make sure I used plugs so I'd be ready for him, I said yes, sir!

Monday rolls around and I let him know he can come by any time after 7:30PM, he responded saying awesome, it'll be around 8:30 since I work until 8. I was like that's perfect. I have Pilates on Mondays after work so that gave me plenty of time to go to the bathroom, shower, and make sure every part of me was fresh and clean. Because I would've been mortified if like...the condom came out gross, you know what I mean? Thank god for showerheads that have that get spray, I was squeaky clean!

So, it's almost 9PM, and he texts saying sorry and that he's on the way. I didn't mind, I figured he got held up. This man comes over wearing black joggers. I could've gotten on my knees right there in my kitchen. But all I did was kiss him hello and told him to go right to my room so I could let my dog back out of the sunroom that I keep him in when men first come over. (He met Henry back in December, but I honestly just don't feel like getting them reacquainted yet.) So, once Henry was freed, I went to my room, and dilf is just standing there. He's so fucking funny because he always makes small talk when he first comes over. I asked him if it was a long night and he said yeah, and then he asked me how my day was and I told him it was busy and I sat on my bed and looked up at him. Then he took the hint and crawled onto the bed on top of me, kissing me.

I could make out with this man for hours. He's such a good kisser and his tongue always feels so perfect when it presses against mine. And sometimes we just sort of lick at each other's tongues, and it's so gentle and tender??? Things typically get heated and frantic between us quick, so he starts grabbing at me, being rough. (we discussed this before, and I consented to him being rough) so he's kissing on mu neck, grinding his thigh between my legs, and he's groping at my breasts. He all but ripped my shirt and bra off. I try to wear cute lingerie for him, but he never stops to look at it! I'm like I could wear granny panties and this man wouldn't care!

I usually turn the light all the way off, but this time I left it on the dimmest setting. I wanted to show him I've become more comfortable with being exposed in front of him, you know?

After sucking my nipples, he took my pants off, again not even stopping to look at the lace panties I was wearing, and he opened my legs and started fingering me. He does that thing where he presses his hand down onto my pelvis, and it makes me lose my mind every time. Between that and the way he chokes me like holy shit!!!! I came really fast from the fingering. He came back on top of me to kiss me and I grabbed for his shirt, so he got completely naked and I had him lay down so I could suck him off. My mouth gets so fucking dry, but I was able to get enough spit to make sure it felt good. Then he pulled me up on top of him. I was careful to straddle his thigh because I'm not on birth control and don't want to risk anything. So, then we're kissing and he's spanking me while I'm on top of him. And he's spanking me hard. (again, just want to preface that I told him I wanted him to spank me hard) like my ass was stinging! He was like, "am I gonna have to tie you down?" because I was squirming so much. I'm not usually into bondage, but if he really wanted to tie me down, I'd let him.

He moved me and made me get on my belly. I stuck my ass in the air, and he softly was like, "jeeze, your ass is really red", like he felt bad lmao and I was like good! That's the point!. So, he spreads my cheeks and starts tonguing my asshole. He loves to eat ass, and it feels so fucking good when he does it. I gave him my lube and a condom and he got the lube all over me, it felt so good.

I've never had real anal sex before. I've used plugs and have had fingers, but never an actual penis. My ex Nick would use plugs on me, and he begged for me to let him put his dick in my ass and I told him no every time. So this was a HUGE fuck you to him 😏

I could feel dilf starting to push his cock in. I reached behind myself to hold my ass open for him. It went in way easier than I thought. He's got a good size dick, so I thought it would hurt, but it didn't. When he bottomed out there was this almost popping noise and I jolted, digging my fingers into his leg behind me. He asked if I was okay, and I said yeah. He was not quiet with his moans and praises. I told him to tell me he was proud of me, and he did, over and over, and he kept calling me a good girl. And honestly...had I known how good anal actually felt, I would've done it years ago. You really don't need as much prep as I thought. He was pounding it into me, and then I felt his fingers in my pussy and it pushed me over the edge. I was throwing it back against him, he was pressing down on my spine. It was total bliss. He asked if he could come in my ass, and I said yeah, so he did lmao. He was moaning so loud, it was incredible. When he started to pull out I held onto him leg and tried to stay relaxed. It literally feels like you're pooping, and my biggest fear was that there would be potential skid marks or that something might come out, but I think it was all fine. He even wiped me down and cleaned me up after. I looked up at him and asked if it was okay, and he was like uhhhh YEAH! lmao

He held me afterwards, and I told him I'd never done that before. He like panicked because he said if he had known he wouldn't have gone so hard, but I assured him it was fine and that I'd do it again. He was like, "maybe not tonight", and I was like no yeah I meant next time, not again tonight.

Whenever he holds me, he strokes my skin, and it feels so good. I do the same to him. But it does wonders for my touch starvation. I can always tell when he's ready for the next round because he'll start digging into my skin with his nails as he strokes me, so I started sucking on one of his nipples while playing with the other and this drives him absolutely insane. Like he could come from that alone. So we're doing that, then we start kissing. I sat up to grab a condom, and he had me ride him. And it's like immediate g-spot stimulation every single time, so I'm grinding down, he's gripping my hips, my back is arched, he's watching my tits bounce, I'm chanting "daddy" and he's telling me to come. I came so hard and collapsed on top of him. We're both soaked in sweat at this point. He wraps his arms around me and tells me to rest for a minute before he gives me one more, and I said more than one more, and then he told me not to be greedy and I said well that's too bad because I am greedy, and I sat back up and started riding him again. I rubbed my clit, and I know that view drives him nuts. I came really fast, collapsed on him again, and then he said only one more, so I got my way, and then repeated the process. He came again, got up, threw the condom out, then laid back down. I got up to turn the a/c on, and then he held me for a while.

As we were getting dressed, he started making more small talk, asking me about family and whatnot, what the rest of my week looked like. I told him it was busy but I have Juneteenth off. He said he has it off too. I didn't ask him too many questions about himself. My brain was goo at that point. I noticed that he deleted his Bumble account, and I want to ask him if I should delete mine. Because like...so you're telling me you got back on the apps, found me and matched with me again, and deleted your account once you were with me again???? OKAY EGO BOOST LETS GOOOOO

When I walked him out we were still chatting. He leaned down to kiss me goodbye, but I asked when he wanted to see me again. He said either later this week or early next week. I said okay and then let him kiss me goodnight.

It'll probably end up being early next week because I have my period, and I for sure am not gonna be done with it tomorrow, and I'm not about to ask this man to fuck me in my shower or to lay a towel down. It's wayyyyy too soon for that, and I don't think we're in a place yet where we'd hang out and not have sex. If I can get him over a third time, I'm gonna ask about the Bumble thing, and I'm going to tell him I've been enjoying spending time with him, and would like to proceed and keep things consistent. He's busy most weekends between work and his kids, and that's totally fine because I'm also busy most weekends. I haven't felt this way about someone in a really long time, and I just think it means something that he and I reconnected after five months I think he could be someone who could make me happy, and that terrifies me...

#dilf update

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aristosiliou · 8 months ago

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it's tuesday night and i am staring at the grout in my tiles

grout stained by time and mold and mildew and dirt

and i hope i never see it again

there's a harrowing irony when you think of it, really. for someone with such intense health anxiety - spurts of all consuming fear and a sobering awareness of my own mortality with every second spent listening to my own heartbeat - to be so deeply suicidal. to dream of death as much as i fear it. to embrace it only at my own hand. to look at every disposable, manual razor; to contemplate each singular blade pressed neatly inside. to wonder how easy it would be to pry this particular brand free from their confines, how hard i'd have to pull at the sides until the silver edges clatter free onto the tile (previously, the gillette venus brand were easiest to pick apart). to wonder if my brother still has a full tub of paracetamol in his room. to wonder if it would be less painful if i washed them down with four or five ativan (because that was the worst part about my past attempts - the twisting stomach pain).

i wonder, sometimes, if it was fate for me to feel like this. if all eldest daughters fall inevitably into the shoes of their mothers before them. if my life is destined to be one crisis, one misery after the next, a constant test of resilience to see how much i can stand (and is that not all it has been so far? with a broken home and an absent father and a suicidal mother, with no money, only frozen food, with no holidays or school trips, with few friends and no real bravery to live outside the banal tone of my childhood in case i upset my mother and pushed her into the grave, with a failure of a first degree, with a physically and emotionally abusive relationship, with sucidial ideation following me like a lost fucking dog since then). if it is a game, then my mother has surely won. but i won't compete. resilient only to a point, there is no need to test my weak will. push me too far, and i will do what my mother never could simply because i existed to pull at her sleeve, to keep her here, tethered to me. there is nothing and nobody who needs me. no child. no husband. no friends, not really. my impact on this world exists only in my job, and not for who i am but simply because my role is hard to fill. i will not be missed, not terribly. maybe for a week or two. but not for long. i am too easily replaceable. my mark on this world will be the effort i put into others, that i put into everything around me. the lack of effort returned is all i need know to understand what this world thinks of me. there isn't, and never has been, a place for me here. there's no room. no need. my existence makes no impact, and neither will my exit. i will go with the wind that carried me here, back to the stars, where i came from.

and maybe, theres a place for me somewhere else, in some other life, reincarnated ten, fifteen years from now, or maybe twenty years in the past, considering time is a loop and i never know if i'm going forward or backward anymore.

to live so suspended in a spiders web, a pause in time (seemingly, since everyone keeps telling me this is temporary, and have been telling me this for ten years - but ten years is somewhat permanent, no?) where i am stuck, glued to a home that isn't mine, a job that takes up any time i may have to exist in any sort of peace, a relationship that feels doomed in one way or another (because what are we, really, but a part-time relationship in a "permanent" situation?), no hope for a career in something i may actually enjoy (getting rejected from every job i apply to, although i don't even want any of the jobs i apply to in the first place, but no one cares to listen when i say that), no hope at all. just a barrage of promises from all angles, that things will change, we'll make things better, it won't always be this way. i have heard that for ten years. it is still, unfortunately, "this way".

i suppose i find humour in it, too. not that i tell the world i am suicidal, but seemingly my parents are the only ones who take it seriously. i suppose, because they were there. they were the only ones who were there. the only ones who saw me in a hospital bed, two times over, connected to drips to flush the paracetamol out of my body, with blood all over my blue flared pants (that cost a hundred euro to import from australia, mind you). they were there when there was no improvement, dragging me from one therapist, one institution to the next, because they feared i'd do it again before my spot on the waitlist opened up. i guess suicide is tricky like that. it's an intangible, unreal thing that exists only as a threat, until it isn't. they learned that the hard way (although i made no idle threats, told no one what i was doing until it was already done, which in hindsight, only upset them more).

you tell someone that you're suicidal, they tend not to believe you. they assume it is a dramaticism or simply an empty threat. for me, it has never been either of these things. that word from my mouth comes as a warning - one i have learned to give, after living with the consequences of trying to go quietly. and make no mistake, it is a warning from someone at a loss, at the end of their tether, who is out of options.

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captivemuses · 8 months ago

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Okay my game plan for the rest of the night and this weekend has a decent amount of stuff to do but I'm hoping to get it all accomplished.

-Finish 2.7 update (and cry) -Finish any MoC/PF/AS I'm missing and can get through -Get through new Imaginarium Theater season bc peepaw funds need anything I can get before Tuesday lol -Finish Kinich icons (including editing my personal use ones) -Laundry (still can't do more than a half load at a time bc of lifting restrictions and I cry) -Tackle inbox and drafts (had some new things come in this week and things are starting to pile up and I don't like it).

Overall my first week back to work wasn't all that bad, but prepping for the entire month of December in December was a huge time crunch while on the clock and I still have over two weeks worth of crafts for my classroom but I'm praying I can have everything ready to go by the end of next week, but I was just beyond pooped by the time I got home from work every single day so that's why Kinich icons still aren't finished like I wanted them to be. I'm gonna reblog a meme or two maybe but we'll see.

As always I'm down for small RP's and chatting on Discord while I get stuff done, I'm still accepting icon requests/commissions (from people who are not sending them via anon I have to add, I'm still very annoyed at whoever sent me the bs Mona icon request and wasted my time with that, and spreading the word about it would be helpful bc it's gonna be another three weeks or so till I'm getting full paychecks again so any work to earn some money would be very much appreciated!

#ooc #I also finally finished playing phone tag with two different doctors offices to get my physical therapy set up #so I'm glad that ball is rolling and my recovery can continue

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chocolatequeennk · 5 years ago

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Forever Timeless, 2/23

Summary: Two months after the Dalek Crucible, the Doctor and Rose are getting used to having the biggest family on Earth. As they visit Leadworth in 1996, Victorian England, a mysterious desert planet, and Elizabethan England, those family and friends often help in unexpected ways. But no matter where they go or who they’re with, it’s always the Doctor in the TARDIS with RoseTyler–just as it should be.

Ten x Rose, Donna x Lee

Betaed by @saecookie, @rudennotgingr, @pellaaearien, and @jabber-who-key

Tagging @doctorroseprompts for Doctor/Rose content

Part 7 of Being to Timelessness

AO3 | FF.NET | TSP

Ch 1

Chapter Two: Another Year, Another Adventure

Rose glanced at the familiar faces standing around the console as she worked quickly to set the coordinates. She tugged at the bond to get the Doctor’s attention. He checked the destination and immediately nodded.

“Barcelona!” he enthused.

Rose smiled and sent them into motion while he started rambling about the planet.

“Gorgeous tropical resort. We’ve been twice. Beautiful beaches, gorgeous waterfalls to hike, and—”

“Dogs with no noses,” Rose said along with him.

Donna raised an eyebrow. “You’re both nutters,” she said, shaking her head. “Dogs with no noses? How do they smell?”

The Doctor giggled. “Exactly!”

Rose planted her feet and everyone quickly grabbed onto something before the TARDIS landed on Barcelona with a teeth-jarring thud. “Barcelona,” Rose said, waving at the door.

Donna and Jenny exchanged a grin, then ran up the ramp and pushed the door open. Brilliant sunlight streamed into the console room, and Rose could smell the salt tang of the ocean in the air.

“Oh, I have missed this!” Donna said.

“Missed travelling the galaxy, or not spending hours on a plane getting someplace?” the Doctor asked.

“Both!”

Jenny and Donna stepped back inside and picked up the bags they’d left by the door. Before they left, Donna turned around and pointed at Rose, then at the Doctor. “All right, we’re going to leave you to celebrate your anniversary on your own. But you’d better come for us on time.”

“Or you’ll do what?” the Doctor retorted.

Rose groaned and pressed her fist to her forehead. She could hear the scowl on Donna’s face when their friend answered the Doctor.

“Or I’ll tie you down and bleach your hair blond,” she snapped.

Rose’s hand dropped to her mouth to hold back a laugh at the horrified expression on the Doctor’s face.

Donna nodded once, sharply. “Excellent. We’ll see you in a week, then.” She left the TARDIS and swung the door shut behind her.

“But… That’s…” The Doctor ran his hands through his hair.

Rose walked over to him and pulled his hands down, then smoothed over the most sticky-up pieces. “Don’t worry, Doctor. I like your hair too much to let her do that to you.”

He straightened his tie and preened. “It is pretty great, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I love your hair.” Rose waited a beat, then said, “So I’ll make sure I’m driving when we go pick them up.”

“Oi!”

The Doctor grabbed for her, but Rose laughed and twisted away from him, adjusting the navigation settings as she went. She felt him following her movements and knew the moment he had remembered they were actually on their way to their own holiday destination.

“So do I finally get to find out what your secret holiday plans are?”

“Well…” she said, stretching it out the way he did. “I’m not sure if it’s check-in time yet.”

The Doctor narrowed his eyes. “This is a time machine,” he reminded her. “Which I’m fairly certain you are aware of.”

“Yeah, you might have mentioned it.”

He raised his eyebrows and gestured at the console. Rose laughed, but she finally obliged him. “Prepare yourself for the holiday of a lifetime,” she said dramatically as she threw the dematerialisation lever.

The ship spun into the Vortex, and Rose twirled the opposite direction, dancing around the console until she was next to the Doctor.

“Do you know what?” she asked.

He grinned and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before finishing the familiar line. “Travelling with you—I love it.”

The TARDIS landed, and the lights in the console room flashed. He looked up at the time rotor. “It seems I’m not the only one excited for this trip.”

Rose slung her deceptively small bag over her shoulder. “We’ve been working on this together. She says you’ve never been anywhere like this before.”

“Welllll, I’m not sure about that. Not this exact place, maybe, but—” The Doctor pulled the door open and stopped talking immediately.

Rose stepped up beside him and took his hand. “Welcome to Critias.”

The idea that had come to her while reading to Tony had taken a firm hold of her mind. As soon as they’d gotten home that night, she’d asked the TARDIS if it was even possible.

Is there a planet like Atlantis? Once they found the answer, they’d jumped at the chance.

The Doctor walked down the narrow alley as if in a trance and pressed his hand to the glass, fingers splayed out. A curious puffer fish swam forward to sniff at his fingers, but when he realised he couldn’t actually reach them, he swam away.

“This is…” The Doctor paused, then shook his head. “This is incredible, love. Thank you.”

“We explore the stars, but we never really touch this frontier,” Rose said.

“Another adventure with you.”

“Another year with you,” Rose corrected. “Happy anniversary, Doctor.”

Really, the Doctor reasoned, there was only one proper response when your bond mate wished you a happy anniversary. And so he wrapped an arm around Rose’s waist and pulled her close for a kiss.

“Thank you,” he murmured against her lips. “I love it.”

Rose pulled back and looked up at him, her nose wrinkled up a little. “Enough that it makes up for not getting a present? I didn’t get a chance to get you anything.”

The Doctor rested his hands on her hips and smiled down at her. “Absolutely. Although…” He pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth. “I don’t have a gift for you, either.”

Rose laughed. “You helped my mum and Pete set up their furniture last weekend, and you didn’t start one fight with Mum. That covers you for at least our anniversary.”

The Doctor chuckled. “All right. Now, where is this hotel?”

Rose pointed over his shoulder and he turned around to look at the building. It was positioned against the outer wall of the city, and he could easily imagine the kind of views the rooms would have.

He took a few steps down the alley, but Rose grabbed his hand and pulled him back. “I know I was joking when I said it wasn’t check-in time yet, but it really isn’t. I didn’t want to waste half the day by not getting here until mid afternoon.”

The Doctor nodded quickly. “Excellent decision. So, what should we do first?”

“Walk?” Rose suggested. “I can’t get enough of the view from the edge of the city.”

They moved from the alleyway to the path that snaked around the edge of the dome. “No, neither can I,” the Doctor agreed.

A giant piece of brilliant red seaweed floated by, the current picking up little tendrils and tugging them in different directions. A few more metres down the path, they watched a family of seahorses swim by.

“Why did they build a city under the ocean?” the Doctor wondered as they walked.

“I looked into that actually,” Rose said. “The planet was really struggling with overpopulation.”

He snorted. “So they decided to spread into the ocean? They’d squeezed out everyone on the surface and now they’d move into the fishes’ place too?”

Rose pinched him in the side. “Thought you were enjoying the trip,” she said pointedly.

“Oh, I am!” he said quickly. “Just… You know what, never mind. You’re right. So, there were too many humans on the surface—they are humans, it seems?”

Rose shook her head. “Nope. Critians are humanoid—I suppose you could say they look Time Lord—but they aren’t human. I dunno how they’re different exactly, but they are.”

The Doctor bit his tongue before he could launch into a rant on Rassilon spreading the Gallifreyan body type around the galaxy. There was a time and a place, and this was not it.

oOoOo

Their suite was an incredible underwater oasis. The hotel was situated against the main exterior bubble of the city, and each room actually bulged out into the open sea.

The Doctor watched the fish swim by while Rose slept on their first night there. He finally fell asleep as a jellyfish lazily drifted past.

The view when he woke up was not so tranquil. Several long tentacles were wrapped around their domed ceiling, and a giant eye peered in through the glass.

His quick indrawn breath and suddenly tense muscles were enough to wake Rose up. “Wha’s wrong?” she asked groggily.

The Doctor had processed what he was looking at, and he was a little embarrassed to have been so easily startled. “Just found a Peeping Tom,” he said, trying to deflect from his own reaction.

Rose rolled slightly and looked up at the ceiling. The Doctor could feel her trying to grasp what she was seeing, and then finally she giggled. “Look, he’s stuck on you, Doctor.”

The Doctor rolled his eyes and huffed. “Really, Rose?”

Rose shifted closer to him, sliding her leg over his and wrapping an arm over his chest. “I dunno,” she whispered against his neck. “Stuck on you’s not so bad.”

The Doctor hissed and tilted his head back when she kissed the sensitive spot on his jaw, just below his ear. Rose smiled and scraped her teeth over the spot before sucking gently.

“Yeah, I like being stuck on you.”

The Doctor’s eyes blinked open, his gaze still met by the steady curiosity of the squid. He arched an eyebrow, then rolled over so he was looking down at Rose. “I’d rather watch you than our friendly cephalopod,” he murmured.

Rose laughed again, just as he pressed his lips to hers.

oOoOo

The squid was long gone by the time the Doctor and Rose were enjoying breakfast in bed. “What do you want to do today?” the Doctor asked in between bites of a fluffy pastry.

She shrugged. “Whatever you want. It’s a new planet to both of us—it might be fun to just hit all the main tourist spots.”

She bit into a pinkish fruit, and her eyes widened. “Try this,” she insisted, holding a bite out for him.

The Doctor wrapped his fingers around her wrist to hold her hand steady, then he bent to pull the fruit off her fork with his teeth. As soon as the flavour hit his tongue, he knew why Rose had been so insistent.

“Mmmm, banana.” He smacked his lips and immediately selected another slice from the tray. “A sea banana,” he added gleefully.

“Did you know there were other fruits in the galaxy that tasted like banana?”

He scoffed. “If I knew there were other perfect foods in the world, we would have them at home.”

Rose shook her head and laughed. “Of course, why did I even ask? I guess finding some sea bananas to take home is going on the list of must-see attractions.”

“Oh yes!”

They shared bites back and forth, enjoying all the unique flavours of Critian food. Once the platter was mostly picked clean, Rose kissed him on the cheek and slid out of bed. “Why don’t you look up things to do while I take a shower? I bet you can find out what that fruit is and where we can get some.”

The Doctor took the tour guide tablet from the nightstand and made quick work of his research. He learned that kaju, the sea banana, was a favourite food of the Critians. There were several speciality food shops selling it, but only one farm you could tour. He’d just booked two tickets for the morning tour when Rose exited the en suite, wrapped in a fluffy white robe.

“Your turn.”

He handed her the tablet. “Why don’t you find something for us to do this afternoon?” he suggested.

Rose waited until she heard the shower running, then she pulled out the outfit she’d hidden at the bottom of their suitcase. The soft denim of her favourite dark jeans fit her perfectly, moulded by countless wears.

But her top… She sighed when the soft wool jumper brushed against her cheek as she pulled it over her head. The TARDIS had put it in her closet yesterday when she’d been packing, and Rose hadn’t needed help connecting the dots.

She’d just laced up her black boots when someone knocked on the door. “Concierge service!”

Rose walked to the door, leaving her leather jacket draped over the chair. A uniformed employee stood on the other side of the door, a tray in hand.

“Hi!”

The concierge held out the tray and Rose took the envelope. “Your tickets to the underwater garden just arrived,” they said.

Rose blinked, then she shook her head. “I don’t suppose that’s where those delicious sea bananas are grown.”

As she asked, she heard the shower turn off. She started a mental countdown to when the Doctor would appear.

The Critian tilted their head, a hint of confusion crossing their face. “If by sea bananas, you mean kaju… then yes, this the one public farm where it is grown. After the tour, you will be able to buy some of the fruit to take home.”

Rose laughed. “I bet we will. Thank you,” she told the alien. The employee bowed and exited the room.

“Who was that?” the Doctor called from their bedroom.

“Concierge services with our tour tickets,” Rose replied.

“Oooh, excellent! I hope they have a little shop. A little shop to buy all the kaju we want! Can you imagine, Rose?”

“I’m pretty sure I won’t need to use my imagination by the end of the day,” Rose said under her breath.

“I heard that!” The Doctor’s voice was coming closer, and Rose rubbed her palms on her jeans. “I’ll have you know…”

His mouth fell open when he saw what she was wearing. From a man as verbose as him, his silence was extremely gratifying. “Doctor?”

The Doctor slowly lowered his hands from his tie and walked towards her. His eyes were dark, and anticipation buzzed through Rose as she waited for his response. “That jumper is mine,” he said, his voice raspy.

Rose bit back a smirk. “The TARDIS put it in my closet,” she told him. “Think that means it’s mine now—possession is nine-tenths of the law, after all.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed.

The sleeves hung past her wrists, and Rose pressed her wool-covered hand to her cheek. “‘Sides, I like it. It’s soft.”

His fingers twitched, and Rose waited just a second longer before smiling brightly at him. “Come on, we need to get going if we’re going to make our tour.”

The Doctor gaped at her—at Rose, standing just six feet away from him, wearing clothes that used to be his. Rose, who was now giving him a cheeky smile as she waved the tickets in front of his face.

“Don’t you want to go see the kaju farm?” she asked, almost managing to sound innocent.

He growled and moved quickly to pull Rose into his arms. He could hear her heartbeat speed up and his two hearts held tempo with hers.

“Rose Tyler…”

Her pulse was racing now. “Yes Doctor?” She smiled, teasing him with the tip of her tongue.

The Doctor dipped his head down and pressed his lips to hers, following her tongue back into her mouth. Rose slid her hands over his shoulders and a moment later, he felt them in his hair.

He shivered, and before he could lose himself in the kiss, he slowly pulled back. Rose’s eyes fluttered open, and her passion-glazed expression tempted him again.

Instead, he slowly removed his hands from her waist, tugging on the hem of the jumper as he pulled away. “We’ll come back to this later,” he promised.

She blinked a few times, then smiled up at him. “Oh, yes,” she agreed.

The Doctor took her hand. “But for now, kaju!” Rose laughed as he pulled her out of their suite, and he giggled along with her.

Rose hip checked the Doctor as they left the hotel. He glanced down at her, his eyebrow raised in question. She smiled and shifted closer to him, putting her free hand on his arm.

Nothing. Just love you, that’s all.

Yeah? I love you too.

The Critias streets were busier than they had been the day before, and they arrived at the garden entrance just as the tour was starting. “Wait wait!” The Doctor waved their tickets over his head. “Two more!”

A teenager waved at them from behind the counter. “I can take your tickets!” she said, her high ponytail bobbing with each word. She smiled brightly when the Doctor handed them over. “Have fun! Corin will show you all around the farm.”

They joined the queue, and a young man with a shock of black hair draped over one eye scowled at them. “We all ready then?” he asked.

“Oh yes!” The Doctor bounced on his toes. “This is going to be the highlight of our trip.”

The guide rolled his eyes and turned around. “Come on. The entrance to the tunnels is this way.”

“Tunnels?” Rose asked as he led them along a boring hallway.

He shot her a look over his shoulder. “Well yeah. Kaju grows under the sea. How did you think we were going to get there?”

Rose had half a mind to call him out for his surly attitude, but the Doctor started talking before she could. “I bet you love your job,” he enthused. “You probably get all the kaju you want, for free.”

The kid huffed. “Why would I want any of that nasty stuff?”

They reached a glass door in the exterior bubble of the city, and he turned around and held his hand up. “All right, listen up everyone!” he called out, raising his voice to be heard over the hum of machinery coming from the next room over. “We have built glass tunnels in a path around the kaju beds. Along the tour, you will see kaju in various stages of growth. At the end, you will have a chance to taste fresh kaju, and to buy any of the products we make in the factory you hear behind you.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and raised his eyebrows. “Please stay with the group at all times. If you do not, you will be escorted out of the tunnels and asked to leave the premises.”

The whole group murmured their assent, and he grunted and opened the doors.

The light in the tunnel was dim. Rose squinted, trying to get a glimpse of the garden before stepping out under the sea. She and the Doctor were at the back of the line, and she gasped when she finally realised why the light was so eerie.

The glass tunnel had formed an arbor for a network of tangled vines. The artificial lights used by the farm filtered through the greenery, like sunlight through the leaves of a thick forest. Rose pressed her hand to the glass and watched the way the leaves drifted in the current.

“Why don’t you like kaju?”

Rose blinked; that was the Doctor’s voice, but it was coming from the other side of the tour group. She looked around and spotted him standing next to their guide, his eyebrow arched in surprise.

Corin was a good six inches shorter than the Doctor, and he scowled up at him. “Because it’s a disgusting fruit and I don’t know why anyone would eat it.”

Determination pulsed over the bond, and Rose groaned. “Excuse me,” she said as she made her way through the tour group to join the Doctor.

“Have you ever had kaju pancakes?” the Doctor asked. “Or kaju toffee pie?”

The kid sneered. “No, thank you.”

He spun on his heel and addressed the whole group. “What you see above you is an arbor of fully grown kaju. As you can see, the plant is a vine that needs some sort of support to grow on. If you’ll follow me, our next stop is a bed of kaju seedlings.”

The group moved slowly through the tunnel. The light changed as the vines overhead thinned. Finally they entered a large, round room, big enough for everyone to look out at the ocean floor.

“Like most vines, kaju can be grown from starts. However, one of the things we sell as a commercial garden are seedlings. Ambitious gardeners buy kaju plants from us to start their own garden.”

“Oh!”

Corin levelled a glare at the Doctor. “They do have to be grown under the ocean, so unless you have a proper growing environment, don’t even bother.”

The Doctor pressed his tongue to the back of his teeth. “Right. Yeah,” he said slowly.

Rose narrowed her eyes. We’ve got regular bananas, remember? She wasn’t sure the TARDIS could make an underwater room, and even if she could, Rose had no desire to start a kaju farm.

The Doctor pouted, but she shook her head firmly. Bananas are perfectly good.

Bananas are brilliant! he corrected. Rose raised an eyebrow and the Doctor rolled his eyes. All right, you win.

They were given five minutes to watch the gardeners carefully tend to the young plants, then Corin led them down another tunnel into a different open room.

Row after row of vines draped over arbors spread out around them. “These kaju plants are at the height of their production cycle. Much of the kaju you eat comes from plants just like these.”

The group murmured and spread out to watch the workers carefully trimming the vines and harvesting ripe fruit. Rose blinked when she realised the whole fruit was small and round. It looked much more like an orange than a banana.

“What about fried kaju? Or kaju served with ice cream and chocolate?”

Rose debated pulling the Doctor back, but Corin really deserved to be pestered. He had been rude from the moment the tour started. So instead, she rocked back on her heels and watched.

“I can’t stand the smell, or the taste, or the texture,” the kid spat out. “The seeds get stuck in your teeth and if you eat too much, it stains your tongue bright pink.”

The Doctor backed away half a step and blinked several times. Corin nodded sharply and spun around to walk away.

Rose joined the Doctor then and tugged on his sleeve before he could chase after the kid. You can suggest other preparations later, she told him, feeling slightly mischievous. Maybe he should try kaju bread, or chocolate dipped kaju.

The Doctor nodded, then stuck his tongue out for her to examine. “Ish ma tongue bwight pink?” he asked.

Rose laughed. “Nope, just regular pink. Apparently you haven’t had enough kaju yet.”

It was mesmerising to look at the evenly laid out rows of kaju and the careful way the attendants cared for the vines. But after ten minutes, they were directed down another tunnel, back to a door.

“The garden part of our tour is over,” Corin declared dramatically. “Behind this door, you’ll find the factory where we produce kaju jam and other items for sale. Please take a pair of noise cancelling headphones when you step inside. The machines are incredibly loud.”

Rose winced when he opened the door. The entire group pressed their hands to their ears until they passed through the door and could take a pair of the headphones.

How are we supposed to hear the dulcet tones of our tour guide like this?

She needn’t have worried. His grumpy voice came through the headphones, and when she looked at him, she realised his headset had a microphone as well.

“Today we’re manufacturing kaju pie filling,” he said, gesturing at the conveyor belt where empty glass jars were filled with a creamy, kaju coloured filling. “The filling is produced in that large vat over there.” He pointed up at a vat near the top of the production line. “Raw kaju is cooked down and blended, then sugar and spices are added.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Rose saw the Doctor nodding. She shook her head; she had a feeling there was a kaju pie in their future.

They watched the assembly line for a few minutes longer. After the jars were filled with pie filling, lids were tightly sealed on and labels wrapped on the jar. Then they shot down to the end of the line where they were packed in boxes by workers.

“If you’ll follow me.”

The tour group slowly filtered out of the factory back into the blessedly quiet hallway. Two employees were waiting, one ready to take the headphones from them and another with a tray of sliced kaju.

Corin opened the door to the sales room and gestured through it. “That concludes our tour. You are now free to buy as much kaju merchandise as you would like.”

The Doctor sidled up to him. “Have you ever tried kaju bread?” he asked.

The young man’s face turned red, but the Doctor ignored it.

“What about chocolate dipped kaju? Dip slices in chocolate and then freeze them. Fantastic treat for a hot day.” He paused and scratched his sideburn. “Er, is it ever hot here?”

“Listen,” Corin growled. “I do not like kaju. I will never like kaju. It doesn’t matter how it’s prepared, it’s a vile fruit and I refuse to eat it.” He smirked suddenly. “But if you like it so much…”

He ran off quickly before the Doctor could say anything. A moment later he was back with a jar in his hand. “Kaju jam.” He ran off again and returned with two large tubs. “Kaju butter and kaju yogurt.” He left and came back with bags in hand. “Kaju fruit leather, chocolate covered kaju, and dried kaju.”

The Doctor’s arms were full. He stared down at the bounty then up at the guide. “Thank you!”

The uncharacteristic smile melted away into the familiar scowl. “You are an absolute nutter,” the kid growled. Then he spun around and stalked off.

The Doctor heard something rolling on the floor and turned around to see Rose with a trolley. She took a few items out of his hands and they filled the cart with everything the guide had brought.

“What was that about?” the Doctor asked, still wondering what had gotten into the guide.

Rose laughed. “I think he thought that if he brought you enough kaju products, you would realise it was disgusting. Then you’d have to find a way to put it all back.”

“Huh.” The Doctor scratched at his sideburn. “Well, let’s see what other kaju products we can find.”

Thirty minutes later, they left the farm with several bags full of kaju products. By mutual agreement, they detoured to the TARDIS to put it all away.

The ship sang to Rose as they walked through the door, and she started laughing. “Someone’s glad I talked you out of growing our own kaju,” she told the Doctor.

oOoOo

The street lights had shifted from their bright daytime mode to a nighttime setting when the Doctor and Rose finally made their way back to the hotel. Street musicians played beneath the street lights, and stray cats darted into the shadowy corners to hide.

The Doctor swiped their keycard over the pad and the door slid open. It closed silently behind them after they entered the room. Rose tapped the lamp and soft light filled the room.

“So was that a good way to spend our fourth anniversary?”she asked him.

He chuckled. “It was a brilliant way to spend our anniversary,” he agreed as he shrugged out of his coat.

He had just tossed it onto the coat rack when someone knocked sharply on the door. Rose raised an eyebrow, and he grinned at her. “Just a little late night snack I ordered for us,” he told her. “Why don’t you go get settled in the living room and I’ll bring it in.” He waited for her to move into the living room, then tapped the door control.

“Your dessert, sir,” the server said, presenting a covered tray with a flourish.

The Doctor lifted the silver cover just enough to make sure everything was as ordered. Chocolate, kaju, mellora berries, and a decanted bottle of Rigellian wine. Perfect.

“Thank you.” He took the tray and the server nodded once, then walked away.

Rose was curled up on the sofa under a blanket when the Doctor entered the living room. He set the tray down on the coffee table and crossed the room to the fireplace controls. “This will warm things up pretty quickly,” he said once the cheery gaslit flames started.

He stuck his tongue out at Rose as he walked back to her. “I suppose it’s a good thing you filched that jumper from me,” he teased. “They don’t exactly keep the ambient temperature of Critias very warm.”

He started to pour two glasses of the wine, while still watching Rose from the corner of his eye. She rubbed her cheek against the jumper again and shook her head.

“That’s not why I wore it,” she said quietly.

The Doctor set the decanter down and turned to face Rose. Her playful attitude had faded into something softer and warmer. “Then why did you wear it?” he asked, genuinely curious. “To turn me on?”

Her eyes twinkled. “A little. But mostly…” She reached for his hand. “This jumper is something from who you were when I met you. Today’s our anniversary and…” She brushed her thumb over his pulse points. “And I married that Doctor, too.”

The Doctor opened his mouth, but he couldn’t push words past the lump in his throat. Instead, he slid closer to Rose on the sofa and reached for her over the bond at the same time.

I love you. He brushed his fingers over her cheek, and when Rose tipped her face upwards, he took the invitation and pressed a kiss to her lips. I love you now and I loved you then. You are my forever, both past and future.

Rose sighed and scraped her fingernails over his scalp. I loved that you, with your leather jacket and jumpers. I love this you, with your suits and Chucks. You have always been my Doctor.

The Doctor moved his hand down to Rose’s waist so he could pull her closer. As she shifted into his lap, the feeling of soft skin under his hand pulled him out of the kiss. He looked down at the bare leg slung over his own and swallowed.

“Are you…” His voice squeaked and he cleared his throat. “Are you wearing anything under that jumper?”

Rose slid her hands over his shoulders and played with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Why don’t you find out?” she suggested.

The Doctor closed his eyes and took several shallow breaths. Then he shifted his weight and pushed himself to his feet, holding Rose close as he stood up. “I think it’s time for a change in venue.”

oOoOo

A visit to Critias was almost like a beach holiday, except in all the ways it wasn’t. Their ocean view room gave them a view into the underwater life instead of the surface. They didn’t see their squid friend again, but several other forms of sea life floated by to say hello.

They rented diving equipment and went out into the water, but they couldn’t feel the sun on their faces. The marine animals around the resort were so accustomed to visitors that they didn’t move as the Doctor and Rose slowly swam past.

But the strangest difference, and the one that helped Rose when it came time to leave, was that there were no sunsets. She loved watching the sun set over the ocean, but they couldn’t even see the sun from who knew how many leagues under the sea.

There were no stars, either, and after a week beneath the surface of the ocean, both she and the Doctor were ready to be out in the open air.

They packed up their belongings and paid their bill, then walked back to the TARDIS.

The Doctor slung his coat over a strut and circled the console, adjusting the navigation controls as he went. “Be careful,” Rose warned as he spun a dial wildly before stopping it and twisting it into place. “Remember what Donna threatened to do if we don’t pick them up on time.”

He clapped his hands to his head, protecting his hair. “That is not happening,” he declared adamantly. “Not in this lifetime. This body would not look good with platinum blond hair.”

Rose nodded. “Then watch what you’re doing while you’re setting the coordinates.”

The Doctor huffed, but he slowed down, being careful to notch each dial in exactly the right spot. Rose watched, and she nodded when he set the last one in place.

“All right, let’s go.” Being closer to the dematerialisation lever, she grabbed it and shoved it into place.

The TARDIS made a grinding sound as she moved into the Vortex, and Rose stroked the console. “Come on, old girl,” she muttered. “I know you’ll take us where we need to go.” The grinding didn’t stop, but a soft hum joined it. Both Rose and the Doctor let out a breath.

The landing rocked them a little, but they straightened up and walked to the door. The Doctor reached it first and reached for the handle. “Come on, Rose. Let’s enjoy the look on Donna’s face when she realises we’ve made a perfect landing.”

The first thing he registered when he opened the door was that it was night. Well, a few hours off, he reasoned, even as his hearts sank into his plimsolls. Maybe we’re early, even.

But not only was it not morning, they were nowhere near a city. He stared at the large house in front of them, trying to make sense of where they were.

Rose patted him on the arm. “I think you’ll look gorgeous as a blond.”

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