#wc:1087

[zarathebleachfox]

DAY 2 OF BLEACH SMUTFEST 2025:

I love you, I do I do I do I do I do....

Akon x Fem!OC

CW: 18+, NSFW MINORS DNI, use of sex toys, PIV, biting, protected sex, devotion, established couple, Akon is whipped for my OC and she loves it, desperate sex session

WC: 1087

Notes: Made this for the day 2 entry by @bleachsmutfest, was my first time writing smut at all! It was truly a strange but pleasant experience! I decided to make it about one of the Bleach men I have been obsessed the most about as of lately, which is Akon, getting it on with my beloved OC Hibiki, who you can find more info on here!

Akon is the guy who'd let the libido of his partner build up. For various reasons. And the way him and Hibiki are OK with this is not funny, it's kind of become a kink for the two of them, a recognized part of their sexual routines, even though in the beginning the reasons behind it made them think it was a problem to be fixed.

It however turned out to be something that Akon and Hibiki would find to be... Entertaining. And sexy. And not as much of a problem as they thought it would be.

It's not really his fault he can't always satisfy her enamored moods. He has to run tests and monitor the activity of the 12th Division all day after all, because either when Nemu or Hachigo are around, it is rare to see them far away from Mayuri and they tend to help him in his lab.

So factually speaking, both Akon and Nemu are the lieutenants of the 12th Division. And that means that Akon often ends up being swamped with work.

He cannot, as a result, always help his needy partner. But when he does... Uuuuuh, he very often hits the mark.

He has kind of a low libido, you see, but most of the partners he seems to have attracted during the years are high libido. And they have wanted to take care of him and smash him often.

What happens is always this: he tries to approach his partner to have sex with them and, you know, "teach them a lesson" (a very hot and messy lesson) for pestering him so much as he tried working and getting the job done... But he is tired. Sooooo tired.

Nowadays his partner, and also the woman he happens to want to marry, is Hibiki. She can see he'd like to do things to her, the wildest things, and watch her squirm under his fingers and tremble on his cock as he thrusts with wild abandon... but she can also see that he is utterly spent.

So what happens most of the time is that she and Akon masturbate together with the many toys at their disposal, which the two of them have made specifically for these occasions. These moments make Akon momentarily forget of cigarettes as a mechanism to combat stress. They also allow the two of them to experience great pleasure without having to worry about positions.

He is with her now, after all, getting his cock milked by a fleshlight with peculiar textures on the inside as he holds her hand, while she goes insane over a machine sucking her clit and simulating a good fingering session at the same time, hitting her G-spot juuuust right (especially since it was modeled after Akon's own hand).

It is one of the latest things, this multi tasking fuck machine, which these two nerdy devils made when they had a little free time, as an excuse to build up their libido again before it exploded in one of the steamiest make out sessions Hibiki's ever had the man devour her lips in, followed by the best orgasms she's ever experienced after days of either dissatisfaction (because she had wanted to get the man off, and ride him, and go down on him, more times than she had counted him whipping out a cigarette outside of the labs) or stress (he could see her eagerness and it did turn him on, but the experiments he had to carry out and the fact every other researcher depended on him ended up making him be all over the place, and push aside his desire for his lover).

But it turns out, these orgasms today are not enough for Hibiki. The couple has been replacing sex with toys for too long, and they both know it.

They stumble into each other's arms after she grips him from his hair and pulls him to her, and Akon kisses Hibiki's neck feverishly. The two weirdos end up falling over his bed, due to their legs still trembling from the previous climax they have undergone, and they continue their well-deserved intimate moment there, on sheets that had already looked messed up due to his sleepless nights and that were going to get even worse now, with all their movements and juices flowing.

He made a note to keep rubbing himself against her while biting her neck softly, eliciting a whimper from her as he whispered nothings wayyyy sweeter than the ones he had planned, when he had pinned her against the wall before starting the whole session. He just couldn't keep it in, his devotion to these brief moments of incredibly human love and lust he was lucky to experience in a place such as the 12th Division...

And thusly, his devotion to his Hibiki.

He has difficulty standing up momentarily to pick up a condom to wrap around his cock, which is redder than it's ever been, the piercings on it glistening from the precum and lube, and then he wobbles to her, as she lies awaiting him with a blissed out and dumbed down smile.

They fall asleep like that, Akon atop of Hibiki as she hears him start snoring softly, in an almost cartoonish way, she must say. He barely had the strength to tell her he loved her and cherished their time together, before his hand stopped caressing her cheek due to him falling into slumber. She chuckles softly as she pulls the blankets up to cover them both, and soon follows him in the land of dreams.

He made her stupid and she loved it. She longed letting go of all her built up tension with the man she loved madly. She adored every single part of it: him entering her with a shudder and making her walls gush around him with whatever strength he had miraculously left after all the two of them had just gone through, gripping his back and squeezing his butt as he breathed and huffed heavily atop her head (he is one of the tallest men she has met, it's not even funny, she only almost reaches his shoulder), and finally, feeling his thrusts getting sloppier as he finally gets close and finishes inside of her, grunting and cradling her head with one hand as she soothingly glides her own across his trembling back.

She knows, however, they will both need painkillers to walk tomorrow... If they do not want to be teased by Mayuri the next morning, that is.

[http-paprika]

Together, Inhospitable | Simon Riley 1 Bug Like an Angel

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summery the rest of the 141 had gone out to celebrate, except for simon who shed his mask for the night. unbeknownst to him, christina was still there.

pairing simon “ghost” riley x christina "red" perez / wc 1087 / warnings mentions of death, alcoholism, and swearing

note today is my actual birthday, and nothing is more of a gift than sad, mitski induced angst. enjoy.

"amateur mistake, you can take it from me" mitski

The sun had dipped below the horizon and daggered mountains, leaving the sky navy with too much light for the stars to shine, but too dark to be daytime. Simon sat back in his plastic chair, a single brown glass bottle of beer looking back at him from the outdoor table, he watched a bug fly around the rim, catching flight before he could move and catch it in his calloused hands. His gaze rose with the bug, following it to the outdoor light where the small insect rested with other winged bugs. Still watching, he grasped the bottle and raised it to his mouth, resting on sun-dried lips and allowing the sour liquid to scorch his throat as Simon swallowed.

He was alone tonight, the rest of his team had gone out drinking and celebrating but with a migraine and bitter mood, Simon chose to stay back. Allowing himself a drink and shedding the mask, for the few hours he had to himself, he let the warm summer air touch his skin. A sudden gust of wind sliced through the porch, causing the blond hair to stand on his neck. Simon rested a hand on his chin, feeling the growing stubble of facial hair that he’d have to shave soon, he hated the way it made him look, cursing as it reminded him of his father.

Suddenly the glass bottle in his hand stung, like a phantom cut against his rough palms. It dropped out of his grasp, shattering on the tiled floor as the door behind him clicked open. Out of instinct, he snatched the neck of the broken bottle as he turned to the sudden intruder, Simon’s shoulders falling when he realized it was his teammate.

“Jesus, Red. I thought you left with the others to go celebrate.” He gruffly says, bending down to try and clean up the dark glass, the remaining liquid seeping into his shoe.

“I don’t drink.” She was surprised to see him on the porch, thinking she’d been alone in the house. Christina was also surprised to see him without his skull mask, only having seen him without it once after she accidentally entered his office uninvited. “I’ll grab a bag and towel.”

Simon wanted to disappear, he didn’t like the way Christina looked at him before she stepped back inside to grab supplies to clean the mess he’d made. He wasn’t as comfortable as Simon around his team, safety was in the caricature that was Ghost. Where he was just a man behind a mask.

“Here.” She hands him an old dishcloth and begins to carefully pick up the glass shards, not questioning the mess at all. It was his luck that Red had been the one to stay at the base as opposed to Soap or any of the others, she was quiet and didn’t question why Simon hadn’t joined the team. Only speaking when she saw a good reason too.

“Thanks, Red.�� They quickly clean up the mess, before Simon returns to his chair and she stays standing, picking at her lips.

“Do you want me to leave?” Christina finally asks, breaking their silence.

“No, you can stay.” She takes the seat across from him, pulling her knees to her chest. Simon studied her, remembering that she was a decade younger than him. Yet they’d always had some unspoken understanding, a knowing look behind their eyes. Some part of their hidden pasts that tethered them together. “I thought you used to drink.”

“No, I’ve been sober since basic training.” She tells him, allowing him to briefly pick at her brain. In return, she asks why he stayed home from the celebration their teammates were participating in. “You’ve never stayed back before.”

“Massive fuckin’ headache.” Simon grumbles, had she always looked so tired? Were her shoulders always so bony under her shirt? On the field, she’d always been intimidating enough, coming across as a good soldier who never seemed to be afraid. But here, she seemed so timid and faltering under Simon’s gaze. “Can I ask why you don’t drink?”

“You can ask, I might not answer,” Christina responds, looking up at the light as if she were one of the insects searching for the sun. Aching to fly away, fly into the bright sun, and disappear in its warmth.

“So why don’t you?” He asks, unsure if Simon actually wanted to know the truth. If finding the reason behind the haunting look in her eyes was worth it, but he couldn’t imagine it was any worse than anything else he’d experienced. But Simon knew it could still come as a shock, whatever the reason.

“My father drank himself to death. His liver gave out, he died at his favorite bar.” She closed her eyes, the lids stained a purple color begging for rest she’ll never receive. Heavy bags underneath resulting from a line of work a woman like her shouldn’t have been in, Simon decided. “And I wouldn’t be like him.”

“Ah.” Simon thought of his own father, who as a child he wished would drink himself away. Now, he tried not to even think of the man, trying to ignore his father was like trying to ignore a sore in Simon’s mouth. It always came back and ruined his mind and mood. “Well, I’m not sure how much it’s worth. But from what I’ve seen, you’re a better woman than most people I’ve known.”

Her eyes roll open, looking at him with an almost distant crystalized gaze. Where their eyes met, that invisible string was tugged, pulling at Simon’s throat as he stared at Christina, almost longingly, wanting to say her name. Simon’s hands almost ached to reach out and hold hers. To speak and comfort her as Red’s eyes grew watery. But he withheld the urge and thankfully so as they could hear the rest of their team returning, with Soap drunkenly singing some song he’d heard at the bar. The moment died as Simon pulled his balaclava back on, falling back into the comfort of being Ghost. Christina uncurled herself, stretching out her shoulders and back to give her added height and hardening her face.

There was a cold distance set up between them as drunken Soap stumbled into the light propped up by Gaz and Price who were evidently tipsy as they loudly exchanged greetings with their two sober teammates. Soap in particular was loud, looking between Res and Ghost before announcing his opinion. “Oh, so that’s why you stayed home, Ghost. Had a fucking date planned.”

ending note this has been edited from the original to fit the Together, Inhospitable series. only minor changes though, nothing major.

[yeeharley]

day three: like i’m going to lose you by meghan trainor and john legend / amnesia / coma 

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Peter’s hand is cold in Harry’s. Smaller than it feels when he’s awake. Motionless. Still. His callouses are broken, rough like sandpaper, harsh against his own soft skin. There are bruises on his fingers. Dark blue like violets in the snow, tinged with green on the edges and purple at the center.

The color in any other situation would be beautiful. Harry would probably want to paint it, create a scheme of blue and green and yellow against a pale gray background. He’d sit down for hours with his canvas an his brushes and just work, and it would take up his entire mind for that little bit of time, and he would be distracted.

Happy.

But right now? With this awful field of flowers decorating the whole of his fiance’s body?

Harry wants nothing more than to cover the dark splotches with the blanket so that he won’t have to look at them. But if he draws it any further toward Peter’s chin, he won’t be able to hold his hand, and if he can’t hold his hand, how will he know that he’s alive?

The only sign that all of Peter’s brain functions haven’t stopped working entirely is the steady up and down motion of his chest, no longer being forced by a machine, and the pounding of his pulse against Harry’s skin.

Ba-bump.

Ba-bump.

Ba-bump.

He’s been sitting at his bedside in the hospital for two days. It’s been two days since Peter left the apartment after kissing him on the cheek and pulling his mask down over his nose. Two days since Harry had watched, dumbstruck and terrified, out of his window as the entirety of the Sinister Six showed up out of nowhere and Peter was forced to face them alone.

Two days since a hard hit from Electro literally sent him through a brick wall.

There was a Peter-sized hole in a two-foot deep bank wall downtown. It was going to take months to repair. 

He’d had a bad concussion. Almost all of his ribs were broken. Left leg, too, and the radius and ulna in his left arm were absolutely fucked. His healing was diverting all of its power to his brain, making sure it didn’t stop working, kept his heart beating.

The doctors didn’t know if he was going to wake up.

If he was going to heal.

Harry dips his head down, twirling the silver ring on  his finger around and around. The single diamond implanted in the band matched Peter’s perfectly, and the inside of the ring held a single engraved letter: P.

Peter’s ring had a little H behind the gem.

He always wore it to fights. Said it was so he could always be reminded of who he has to come home to.

It hadn’t been lost or damaged, miraculously. The doctors had slid it off of his finger before taking him into surgery.

It’s sitting on the bedside table, now, alongside a few bouquets of yellow roses (Peter’s favorite flowers, all sent in by family and friends and admirers).

Harry stares down at the band on the table, so unassuming in its solitude. He doesn’t think he should touch it. If he dares to pick it up, is he taking it back from Peter? Letting go?

No, he decides, mentally kicking himself. Don’t be stupid. You’re holding it for him.

Harry reaches out and scoops up the small band in the hand not holding Peter’s, settling it into his palm and looking down at it. The metal is completely unharmed- not a scratch, not a blemish. 

The diamond is still inlaid in its spot, sparkling away like a dewdrop.

The H is perfect, too.

Harry doesn’t understand how. That hit had been devastating- Peter’s suit had been ripped to shreds, and it was made of the most resilient fabric he’d been able to find. 

By all logic, the ring should have been destroyed.

Harry has never been superstitious, but he definitely remembers hearing some old wives’ tales about the sanctity of a wedding band- the bond it creates. Both halves of a whole wearing their connector on their hands.

If the ring is okay, if the ring survived, then maybe-

He doesn’t want to give himself hope. Knows that Peter’s boy has been damaged beyond repair, even for a hero like himself, because his systems can only take so much and this could be the blow that strikes him down. The spear to his Achilles’ heel.

But it there’s any chance, any inkling of a possibility, he has to take it.

Carefully, reverently, Harry lifts the hand holding the ring up to his lips and presses a kiss to the cold, smooth metal. His other hand squeezes tighter around Peter’s, and he sits, waiting, praying, trying to push as much warmth and light and life into the engagement band that he possibly can.

Please.

Please, God, please bring him back.

Bring him back.

I don’t know what I’d do without him.

Deep breath.

Deep, deep breath.

Just as he’s about to pull back and leave it up to fate, to accept the reality that Peter really might not bounce back from this, it happens- not a big change, by any means, but a change nonetheless. 

A bit of pressure is added to the hand gripping Peter’s. A squeeze of his fingers, constricted ever-so-slightly, just enough to notice.

Harry jerks up, placing the ring back on the side table, and turns to stare at the cot. A pair of unmistakably teary, puppy-dog, coffee brown eyes stare up to his, dark and bright green meeting under the florescent lights of the urgent-care ward of Queens Memorial.

Harry throws himself onto Peter, wrapping his arms around his neck and only letting up when he gasps a bit from the strain.

“Sorry, sorry,” he babbles, pulling back to place his hands on both sides of Peter’s face and press a careful kiss to his forehead.

Peter stares up with him. He doesn’t say anything- can’t seem to muster up the strength for words or movement- but he does blink, once, slowly, and dart his eyes over to the bedside table.

Harry knows without having to be told. He scoops the ring up, gently slips it onto Peter’s un-casted hand with the same reverence he had the first time, and presses his forehead against his fiance’s.

His living fiance’s.

“I love you,” he whispers into the silence of the hospital room.

Peter doesn’t say anything.

He doesn’t need to.

[stellari-s]

🥀

request; they are stories that were written for some friends in the ithaqua discord server! namely @ithaquakisser among others, hehe.

wc; 2089 (1087 + 1002).

tags; gn! reader, morningstar! ithaqua, dark romance, morningstar calls you a “marionette”, unhealthy relationship, mentions of the returned! tracy, blood and injury (on reader).

summary; you two have fallen too far. but at least, together you fall. this realization hits you as morningstar dances with you and gives you bloody kisses...

i. a bird in a cage

have you ever thought about the prospect of pricking your finger on a thorn of a deep, deep red rose, only for poison to spread across your body? have you felt that raw pain, simultaneously sharp and dull, so deep that it cuts your soul? it’s such a pitiful, beautiful prospect - so much so it sends euphoric shivers through your spine.

“i love you, morningstar.” a prim yet faux smile pulls on your lips as you grip the glass vase in your hand. through its fragile surface one can see the thorn-lathered roses: a blatant symbol of love. “more than you know - and more than i know, too. i love you from the bottom of my heart. will you take these flowers?”

morningstar is looking up at the sky: a navy blanket with flickering silver specks and the moon smiling wickedly as a crescent. it’s not unlike the smile the man wore now. while you can’t see his eyes through that ominous black mask, you know they are striking gold, like the sun.

he doesn’t accept your flowers, instead grabbing your wrist and pulling you in. his claws are like the thorns of roses in and of themselves, pricking into your (s/c) skin and drawing a little bit of blood. he then pulls you in, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“oh, my sweet little marionette, i must say you’ve gotten better at choosing your words. will you appease the masses with those lips of yours now?” he places an index finger on your lips for a fleeting moment before he steps back, arms releasing their oppressing hold from your waist. naturally, you step away, keeping one of your hands intertwined with his.

you start dancing with him, albeit against your will. you can only go with the other’s whims.

over time, you have come to realize that this man before you, while he looks almost like a god with that silver braided hair of his, that black mask that complemented his black attire and red cape, his character is twisted: apathetic to everything but that which he loathes, even words that were coated in sweet honey is laced with an icy undertone of indifference.

you find that fascinating about him, just as much as you find it frustrating.

“how do you know if my words are empty or not?”

he lets out a hum in thought, but as he lifts your arm to twirl you around, he chuckles. though it gives you mixed feelings to admit it, his voice makes your heart beat faster like being spiked with an electric shock.

“because you and i are not so different,” he finally replies following several moments of silence that feels as thick as molasses. “look at you now, being able to manipulate words like the back of your hand.” his voice is mocking - lathered with a sweet poison that you still have not grown immune to.

he spins you around once again, and when he steps to the right, you take a step to the left.

you two are always on opposite sides. it’s almost like you are always staring at a reflection of yourself: a version of what you could have ended up.

“you’ve fallen too far, like myself.”

“yet, we are different,” you reply, “unlike me, you are not ashamed of it at all, and that irritates me.” when he pulls you in again, you take this opportunity to reach for the dagger sheathe on his belt with your free hand. your movements are swift, having been trained by miss reznik before. everything happens in one motion: the unsheathing of the silver blade that ominously gleams in the night, followed by the sharp blade pressed dangerously close to the other’s throat. “so much that it makes me want to see your blood spill the floor.”

despite a knife being pressed to his throat this very moment, morningstar’s smile never fades. in fact, it seems to widen, as if this whole ordeal and being on the brink of death amuses him.

or perhaps he is just overconfident; dare you say that sounds like him as well.

“unlike you,” you continue, “i don’t drag out what doesn’t need to be dragged out.”

“yet your hand is trembling.” morningstar’s fingertips graze your hand. when you follow the slow, almost lethargic motion with your eyes, you see that like he had said, your hand is trembling.

it isn’t very noticeable, but given you two’s proximity, it’s probably more obvious.

“i…”

morningstar leans in, whispering in your ear. “let this ‘venerable one’ teach you what it’s really like to have the resolve to kill someone.”

in the blink of an eye, in a hauntingly quick yet graceful motion, he snatches his large halberd, adorned with a single lantern that emits a faint flickering glow like the stars above, and swings at you. he aims away from your heart - you aren’t sure if that’s on purpose or not, but you don’t want to think about it either with the imminent danger before you - but he still slashes from your shoulder down to the center of your chest.

the pain doesn’t even hit you immediately, as you are still recovering from shock.

that is just how quick morningstar is.

you try to hold back a whimper as your shock slowly subsides, replaced by the pain of the wound inflicted by the “god”-like human before you, but you can’t stop it from escaping your lips. eventually, your knees buckle, and you fall to your knees, probably scraping them on the hard stone floor. when you look down at your own clothes, you see the dark stains soaking your clothes.

with a lighthearted laugh, morningstar leans down so he’s at the same eye level as you. “you’ve fallen too low to come back up to the light, yet you still have such a long way to go. do you see now just how pitiful you are?” he cups his hands on your cheeks as though he cares for you, his smile turning deceptively gentle. “all you can do right now is stay by my side like a marionette.”

those words sink in your chest, making it difficult to breathe. he reaches into his pocket to pull out a ring. the jewel adorning it is a bright red, akin to roses bathing in the sunlight.

a beautiful cage for a bird whose wings can no longer fly.

with a soft sigh, you lift your right hand, letting it fall limp as morningstar slides it on your ring finger.

ii. bloody kisses

through the silent night is the sound of hacking.

at first, you aren’t completely sure who it is that’s coughing so unceremoniously, desperately clinging onto whatever little life they have left. eventually, though, you come to a realization: a terrifying one, yet one that simultaneously calms the stormy waves raging within the vestiges of your unsettled heart.

that voice belongs to you. you know because the salty tang of blood starts to force its way up past your throat.

“you look so vile right now that it’s beautiful, my dear marionette.”

pain spreads all over your body, fluctuating between dull throbs and sharp pangs that nearly bring you to the verge of tears as you move around. you can’t speak, not in your current condition, but hearing a voice and feeling a presence next to you provides a much-needed distraction.

even if said voice and presence is someone you loathe in your heart.

though all words are stuck in your throat by the clogged blood threatening to spill from your lips, and your breathing becomes even more ragged by the moment, your eyes meet with those golden ones, reminiscent of the sun - morningstar.

you try glaring at him, but he only smiles back, his eyes narrowing.

“surrounded by roses” - the smell reminds you of a sickeningly sweet perfume - “and beneath the night of the full moon” - he tilts his head, his lips stretching into a smirk that isn’t necessarily mocking you, but still drips with his narcissistic nature - “how long i’ve dreamed of this day.”

for a moment, you hold his stare, but then you close your eyes.

if i stare at him any longer, i’ll have to deal with both blood and bile.

you don’t like how he calls you “marionette” - a doll meant to be controlled - but at the same time you can’t help but feel drawn to the way he talks. it’s almost endearing in a way, and if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he actually cares for you from his heart.

but this is morningstar: he has already fallen too low, even while sitting upon a gilded throne on top of a “glorious” tower. you honestly don’t think he’s capable of such feelings anymore.

as you try to cough out some more blood that’s clogging in your throat, you hear him chuckle as he sits before you on his knees so you are at the same eye level. he plucks a nearby rose by its stem and plucks its petals, one by one. “i was waiting for the day you’d rebel against me, so i could see you like this.”

he stops plucking in the middle, instead putting the rose in the locks of your hair. those pale, slender fingers of his brushes along your cheek as they do, grazing it with a small cut with how sharp his claws are.

you open your mouth: while you can’t speak out loud, you can at least mouth some words in response.

to your surprise, though, morningstar places an index finger gently over your lips. he leans down so you can feel some strands of his braided platinum hair tickle your cheeks and coos, “shh, marionettes shouldn’t speak out.”

your eyes widen as he leans down even more, his lips nearing yours. your lips waver as your body remains petrified before his god-like presence.

like a drum, your heart beats faster and faster, filling your ears to the point it drowns out all other sounds.

time slows down, nearly stopping completely in place. going through the flow of time feels like walking through molasses. it slows more and more... until his lips brush on yours.

at first, it’s light kisses that don’t go beyond feather-like pecks that you can barely feel. it’s like he’s teasing you, hoping to make you beg for more.

perhaps he wants to see me cry too.

much to your chagrin, though, it seems crying is a natural reaction to him kissing you. you aren’t sure if it’s because you’re disgusted or overwhelmed with some other emotion you can’t really name.

“as i thought, tears suit you the most.” his fingers cup your cheeks before your lips meet once again.

unlike the first time, this kiss is deeper - it feels as though he is drowning you in a sick sense of euphoria that you can’t help but want more of.

it’s a feeling akin to being spiked with a drug that blurs your thoughts with pleasure, destroying and burying any rationality six feet under.

you can’t think - only overwhelming feelings drown your senses, numbing them and overflowing them at the same time.

it makes your body tremble, and you squeeze your eyes shut in an attempt to contain your feelings that you can’t put into words until he lets go.

you open your eyes, and though your vision is blurred by tears, you can still make out morningstar’s figure: his hair that resembles the moonlight, that black attire with a dark red cape, his striking golden eyes and... slightly blood-stained lips.

for a moment you can’t think of anything - your mind is empty after having been kissed so deeply like that, by morningstar no less. You can only stare at him blankly with your mind in a euphoric daze, not bothering to blink out the tears stuck in your eyes.

his hands withdraw from your cheek, moving to his own lips as he smiles, licking the blood staining his lips from having kissed you.

“you are most beautiful like this.”

his words bring you out of your daze, and with shaking hands and sweat tracing the side of your face, you reach for your ring finger, where a sickeningly familiar crimson ring is bound snugly around.

a breath later, you pull it out and throw it to the ground, watching as all the crimson colors blur together to a puddle of sins.

morningstar seems nothing less than amused, though, for he knows the truth.

at this point, you’ve both fallen too far.

[drunkjaked]

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            ⌠ NOVA AUDITION ⌡  → taeyeon - “11:11 ( acoustic ver. )” : < 2:43 - 4:38 >  

truth be told, suji had no idea what to expect out of taking part in the talent show. perhaps there had been an inkling inside of her that it would have been a secret casting of sorts, but even still, when the business card from nova was handed to her, she was in such shock that her hands were shaking. and yet, she mostly kept silent about the whole thing. there were few people who knew that, days after her twenty-third birthday, she would be walking into nova for an audition. 

for her audition date, she purposely chose friday the 13th. why she did was something she couldn’t really explain. she knew it was considered an “unlucky” day in the western culture, but she wasn’t superstitious. at all. perhaps it was because of that that she wanted to prove that the day could be a lucky one for her. 

on that day, suji walked into the nova building a good hour before her scheduled time. she had shown up early partly because she wanted to make sure she didn’t miss her time slot, but also because she was incredibly nervous. she knew that these opportunities didn’t come frequently and she wanted to make sure that she was able to calm herself down before walking in. nova didn’t want a trainee who would be shaky through her performance. she needed to be at her best, and while she knew she had done her part through her practicing, the turnaround time for this audition had seemed so much shorter than the last ( whether it was or not she didn’t actually count the days ).

as always, picking out the song had been the most difficult part of the process. she had gone through five different song choices before she settling on this one ( and truth be told, she wasn’t even sure that this one was the ‘perfect’ one that she was looking for ). she had thought about singing an english song or even doing a song that showcased both her rap and vocal skills. and while she knew she could go through with both of those options easily, she was neither fluent in english nor extremely proficient in rapping, and so she believed that doing so might hurt her more than help her. it really depended on how the judges would view her song choice. or maybe they didn’t even care about the song itself but rather how she could handle whatever song she did choose. 

all of the conflicting thoughts left her simply sighing softly. she just didn’t know enough of how the audition process went to really figure out how this would turn out. truth be told, if it were really up to her, she would have just gone and picked out another ost ( clearly her favorite genre to sing ), but her texts with her roommate had confirmed that singing something so similar to what she had already shown was likely not a good idea.

and so, she had decided on an acoustic version of 11:11 in which she would be playing her guitar as well. she had been sitting in the waiting area, silently practicing the notes of the song. her mind also ran through the lyrics, double checking a few sections to make sure she didn’t forget a word. the hour flew by quickly as she suddenly heard her name being called. “yes, that’s me,” she noted, standing up as she held on carefully to her guitar and following the woman who had come to get her. 

while she walked, she said a silent prayer for her audition, something her mom always scolded her for not doing more. she heard some instructions being given to her before they opened the door, signaling for her to step inside.

deep breaths, she told herself as she walked in, smile resting on her face.

“hello, i’m bae suji. thank you for having me here today. i’ve picked out an acoustic cover of 11:11 for you today. hope you enjoy.” she took a seat on the chair that was provided, making sure that she was comfortable before she began. her music teachers had always told her that one should never rush the start of a performance. while it wasn’t smart to take forever to get going, it also wasn’t a bad idea to let everyone get settled down and ready to listen.

her fingers began to strum at the guitar strings, her voice entering with a simple “oooohhhh” to add to the texture of the song before the words of the song began ( if they could really be classified as words ).

Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na oh Na na na na na na na na I believe I’ll be over you

she was thankful at how settled she was feeling now. her eyes looked out to meet each of the panel member’s as she sang the first few lines before she let her eyes close, really feeling the meaning behind the words of the song. 

계절 틈에 잠시 피는 낯선 꽃처럼 하루 틈에 걸려 있는 새벽 별처럼 이 모든 건 언젠가는 다 지나가고 말겠지

when she had first heard the song, she wouldn’t have expected the words of the song to have struck home as much as they did. they brought her back to the time when she was sixteen and carefree. when she thought that the world was hers and nothing could stop her from living the way that she wanted. in the end, those were the decisions that changed everything. 

모든 게 자릴 찾아서 돌아오고 내가 아무 일 없는 듯이 웃게 되면 너의 이름 한 번쯤 부르는 게 지금처럼 아프지 않을 거야

it was a chapter of her life that she had decided upon and lived. no matter what she did now, she couldn’t go back to that time. nearly seven years later, she had finally come to terms with everything that had happened then. even when she saw him again just a few months ago, her heart had felt shaken.

Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na oh Na na na na na na na na I believe I’ll be over you Na na na na na na na na Na na na na na oh Na na na na na na na na I believe I’ll be over you

but she was sixteen no more. twenty-three would be a new year. a time to really get rid of the past and let go. she had a new dream to reach for, and she could only hope this audition was getting her one step closer to that dream. 

she hadn’t even realized the intensity of the emotions that had come to her when she sang until she tasted the saltiness of her tears on her lips. when the song finished, she quickly wiped at her cheeks. she stood up, smiling as she bowed her head. “thank you again. i hope to hear from you soon!” she exclaimed as she lowered her head once more before making her way out the door. she had done what she could, and she could only hope that that in and of itself was enough.

[hahagiggles3]

[The Unhappiest Boy] (pt. 1)

[Kusuo Saiki x GN Reader]

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

wc; 1087

warnings; none, this got very self indulgent lol

genre; fluff

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

Saiki Kusuo was the unhappiest boy in the world. Until you.

Saiki met you completely by accident. A strange occurrence for him, to be honest. He usually anticipated everything, down to every nudge of his glasses. Not you. He could never have seen you coming. His feelings didn't hit him like a truck, he didn't spend days on end thinking about you and grumbling about his irritation that you had gotten under his extremely thick skin in a matter of two and one third minutes, thank you very much.

He was completely unfazed and everything was normal.

He was staring at you out of rage. ‘I am. I don't like them. They suck. I hate them. They make me angry.’  He kept repeating that all throughout the day. Maybe at one point he’d accidentally told you telepathically, because you came up to him out of the blue.

‘How didn't I know they’d do this?! What a pain.’

That was the other thing he “hated” about you. He always seemed to block out your thoughts. You had thoughts, but he got mad and made sure he couldn't hear them. (He misses them a bit. They were nicer to listen to than classes and Kaido.)

But, you’d come up to him. And you were upset.

“Hey,” you started.

‘Hi.’

“Are you nice to anyone at this school?”

He never answered.

He thought about it that night.

‘Why would I be? Everyone at PK’s annoying.’

He didn't sleep.

The next day, you were talking to Nendo. You were entranced. And, of course, he walked right by, ignoring both of you. He also ignored your conversation about him. He didn't want to hear it. (He should've listened.)

A week later, school was almost over. You were friends at that point, if you called tagging along whenever Kaido and Nendo pulled you out for a day. He’d admitted he found comfort in your less… moron-esque personality. You were still more prone to adventure than he was, but respected his space.

Your sleep schedule was very sporadic, though. Often you fell asleep on a bus or train ride. If it was late in the day Saiki thought you looked like an angel. Even prettier than Teruhashi.

Not for long though, you always woke up. You almost thought you saw him smiling one time.

Summertime was here! The days were longer, golden hour was more prevalent, the sunrises were lovely, everything was calm. Most families had gone on vacation, leaving a few people in the area alone to hang out by themselves. That’s how you found yourself playing old video games with Saiki, when it was too hot to go outside. Otherwise you’d be outside, but you’d almost gotten a sunburn walking to his house.

The fan placed haphazardly in the corner of his room blew cool air over you, sending goosebumps along your arms. You regretted not bringing a sweater, Saiki’s room was always so cold.

‘Want one of mine? My mom made most of them and I never wear them anyways.’ He suggested, his eyes not straying from the screen.

“Nah, I’m probably gonna go home for lunch and do summer homework for a while anyways.”

‘Mm.’

You two sat in peaceful quiet, and you ended up leaving as the sun was setting.

‘So much for homework, huh?’ He smirked, and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh please, you love my company,” you laughed, strolling off into the street. He waved after you, then pulled his hand down and slammed the door immediately. He never waved anyone goodbye. Least of all you!

‘Good grief, its the second week of summer and I’m already back to the same dilemma as before.’

He made himself dinner.

He didn't sleep, but you did. You dreamed about a lazy day with him. In your dream, he noticed how his dream version seemed less tense. Dream Saiki’s shoulders were slumped, and he let Dream you know about his thoughts. His complaints, which were surprisingly close to his real life ones. At the end of your dream (your wonderful perfect dream he wanted to live), Dream Saiki took off his glasses and devices, held your dream face and looked in your dream eyes...

Then Real Saiki fell asleep.

He always dreamed about nothing. He never dreamed about anything, because most dreams he could come up with while he was awake and so he stopped having them. But that night, his dream was vibrant. You laughed loudly, you held his hands, you looked at him, you felt him, you saw him, you loved him so much and he… stared.

Like always.

Halfway through his dream, he started crying. He’d never cried before. He didn't like it. Maybe he did. It felt good to prove he wasn't stone cold. That he had feelings. They were real. He hated the weird choking feeling though. He felt weak.

Then Dream Saiki let himself cry really really hard.

He woke up with stiff, itchy streaks drawn down his cheeks from the sides of his eyes. He scratched them and nothing happened. Then he sat up and got water to wet his throat.

As he ate breakfast, he tried to remember the ending of his dream. Nothing. Dreams are pointless anyway, he didn't need to know.

Real life you showed up at his door around eleven in the morning, completely soaked. It was hot day, but it was raining. The air smelled like wet, hot pavement, and soggy bushes. It was thick from the moisture, sticking hair to your foreheads.

He swung the door closed as you removed your raincoat, peeling it like a second skin. He took it and tossed it over a chair to dry.

As the sun came out from behind the clouds, Saiki’s living room was bathed in soft yellow light. He froze, it was exactly like his dream. Of course it had been a premonition, and of course it seemed too impossible to be anything but a dream. He glanced over at you, your eyes seemed to be fluttering shut. You slumped over onto his shoulder.

At this point the TV had been completely disregarded, Saiki’s gaze was focused entirely on you. It probably looked very creepy, but he didn't care.

You woke up when he shifted to move you, blinking as the light filled your eyes.

You looked at him.

His face was completely blank.

‘Sorry,’ he said quietly. He sighed.

“S’okay. I like being awake better than sleeping anyways,” you hummed.

He never figured out what that meant .

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Beautiful Mumma part 2

Follow on from Beautiful Mumma. Inspired by a scene in braindead.

Warnings: Daddy Nick and Smut.

WC: 1087

Enjoy x

Miguel was 12 weeks old and Nick had seen a positive change in you and he loved it. The baby was in more of a routine and you had been getting out more for walks during the day and had more time for meal preps. You would both work out together when he was home early from work and even running again with Amanda early in the mornings if he didn’t need to be at work till a bit later.

Although Liv approved your maternity leave, you felt guilty for leaving them one squad member down, but everyone assured you that even if you were there, you would still all be staying back to get everything done, so it didn’t really make a difference. It was one of those nights, Nick rang and said a case was in and he didn’t know when he would be home.

You showered and bathed Miguel getting him ready for sleep when Nick walked through the door. He toed his shoes off at the door, shrugging off his jacket, loosening his tie and walked down to the baby’s room. He saw the soft glow of the room light as he walked down the hall. He got to the door frame leaning on it with one hand, his other hocking his thumb into his pants waist and his heart swelled.

You were rocking a swaddled, almost sleeping Miguel, singing twinkle twinkle little star in Spanish and a soft smile pulled to your face when you turned around and seen Nick standing in the door way. You walked to the crib leaning over the edge, putting Miguel in it and pulling a lighter blanket over him. Nick walked over to stand next to you and placed his hand on the small of your back as you stood back up, pulling the side of the cot up slowly, looking down at your sleeping baby.

Nick kissed the tips of his fingers on his other hand and placed them lightly over the blanket that covered Miguel, and you wrapped an arm around his neck, his hand that was on the small of your back wrapped around your middle pulling you into him and his lips met your neck kissing up it, his hand sliding down over you silk short sleeping shorts groping your ass through them, his lips nipping and sucking slowly on your skin,

“I missed you” Nick muttered into your neck.

You slowly started to back him out of the room quietly and half shut the door as you got to it. Both Nick’s arms wrapping around you, your arms around his neck, up on your tippy toes,

“Missed you too”

“I’ am sorry I was late” Nick sighed running his hands up your silk singlet top “I was hoping I could have been home earlier”

“It’s ok baby. I know you guys have been busy. We missed you though” you brushed your nose over his.

“I missed you both” Nick looked down at you “But don’t tell the baby, I missed you more”

You giggled your hands running up his shoulders onto his neck, your lips at his ear,

“You only missed me because you want this pussy, don’t you baby?” you purred and you heard a growl rattle through his chest.

Nick’s hands went down to the backs of your thighs and you jumped up slightly for your legs to wrap around his waist and he started to walk you both into the bedroom,

“You’re a naughty girl, talking to me like that” Nick kissed along your chest before dropping you onto the bed and you giggled.

“But am I wrong?” you smirked.

“No. I have been thinking about you all day” Nick said as he started to undress himself.

Nick was completely undressed in a flash and then he moved to undress you. You went to bring your hand up over your belly to cover yourself, before you stopped, looking up at Nick with his eye brow raised and you dropped your arm by your side. Nick rested his hands on your side just under your breast and ran them down over you, his lips kissing down from the valley of your breasts to your belly button,

“So beautiful” he purred.

Nick moved to get on top of you between your spread legs, running the head of his cock over your wet opening. Nick lent back slightly grabbing your thigh and throwing it over his shoulder, pushing forward more so your knee was up near your chin, his hard cock sliding up into you slightly. He then grabbed your other hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, pinning your arm down on the bed before he thrusted the rest of the way in bottoming out, your core welcoming him. His head fell forward his mouth slack groaning before he started to roll his hips into you, the position you were in hitting your sweet spot each time,

“You feel amazing, Y/N” Nick panted out.

Your other hand came up to run up and down Nick’s arm before you gripped onto it, your coil wound tight. Nick let go of your hand, grabbed your other leg, throwing it over his other shoulder, leaning forward once more, his hands now flat on the bed next to you.

“Yes, Nick- that’s it. Harder” you moaned.

You reached down between you both, finding your swollen clit, rubbing over it fast,

“Come baby” Nick grunted.

Your back arched off the bed, your eyes closing tight and your mouth dropping open as you tried to not moan too loud, your body being thrown into complete bliss. Your chest was heaving and Nick’s grunts got louder before gripping onto the bed sheets in the balls of his hands, your name, Spanish and groans filled the room.

Nick had just lent down to kiss you when a cry broke through the air. You looked up at Nick grinning, grabbing his face, pulling it down to you, kissing him deeply before a cry broke out again,

“I’ll get him” Nick jumped up off you looking for his boxers.

You sat up slightly resting back on your elbows, chewing the side of your lip watching Nick slipping on his boxers and undershirt, looking over at the look on your face and he grinned,

“Don’t be long” you cooed “I have other plans for you tonight” you winked at him.

Nick chuckled looking over his shoulder as he walked out the door to another cry,

“Can’t wait baby”         

Tags: @beccabarba​ @lovebishoplosamiguelgalindo​  @alwaysachorusgirl @harryssxnflwr @amorestevens    

[savoryscribbles]

Haikyuu Masterlist

My other one was a mess. If you don't see a character on here, I don't write for them lol.

Atsumu:

Fluff:

Headcanons:

S/O Who Takes Really Hot Showers

Smut:

Bokuto:

Fluff:

Headcanons:

Your Birthday

S/O Who Takes Really Hot Showers

Smut:

Iwazumi:

Fluff:

Headcanons:

Smut:

Kenma:

Fluff:

Depression Sucks And You Don't Deserve It

The Moment He Felt Loved

Headcanons:

Smut:

Kurro:

Fluff:

Headcanons:

Your Birthday

Smut:

Oikawa:

Fluff:

Headcanons:

Smut:

Sakusa:

Fluff:

Headcanons:

S/O Who Takes Really Hot Showers

Smut:

Suna:

Fluff:

Headcanons:

Smut:

Tsukishima:

Fluff:

Headcanons:

Smut:

Karasuno Boys Eating You Out

Ushijima:

Fluff:

Headcanons:

S/O Who Takes Really Hot Showers

Smut:

People I don't write for:

General Headcanons:

Karasuno Boys Eating You Out

Ukai:

short!reader comes to a game(wc:1087)

[archonssun]

Ipomoea

Ipomoea

Ipomoea

July 29, 2020

Note: ipomoea, meaning “I belong to thee”.

WC: 1087

You loved him, there was little doubt in your mind. You had always felt attached to Ignis, but your feelings had only grown over the past couple years. You couldn’t let go of your crush on him.

That’s probably why you were in this predicament in the first place.

You were sitting in Lestallum, waiting for the boys to return from the Glacial Grotto, when you first felt it. It had just been a tickling sensation, at first, but as more times passed it grew in strength until you had begun coughing.

“Are you okay, Miss (Y/n)?” Jared asked, placing a gentle hand on your back. You nodded absently and coughed into your hand, jolting when you felt something land in your palm. As you looked into your hand, you felt your blood run cold at the perfect violet bloom. You were quick to hide it from Jared, but the man saw it regardless.

“Miss (Y/n),” he began, but was interrupted when the boys returned. You shoved the flower into your pocket and stood to greet the boys, giving the prince and Prompto tight hugs before being crushed in one of Gladio’s bear hugs.

“Uncle,” you weezed, tapping on the Shield’s shoulder. He released you with a laugh, ruffling your hair. His actions drew a smile on your lips -- as well as that tickling feeling in the back of your throat. But you pushed it down, intent on keeping the men in the dark for as long as possible.

***

It hurts, you grimaced, curling as far into your sleeping bag as you could. A hand clutched to your chest, a barely audible whimper escaped your lips. You felt the tell-tale tickling in the back of your throat and just had enough time to escape the tent before the coughing began.

You made it to the edge of the haven when the first flower fell, followed by many others. Coughs wracking your body, you slid to your knees, staring at your open hands as the ipomoea flowers filled them.

You didn’t want this. You had never wanted this; had never asked for this to occur. Yet there you sat, your tears mixing with the violet petals and blood.

***

It had been almost two months since the first flower appeared, and in all that time your strength had dwindled severely. It took you most everything you had to even get up in the morning, but you had to, for no other reason than to continue your charade; to keep the others assured you were okay. You didn’t know how much longer you could go on pretending.

Well, as it turns out, you didn’t have to for all that longer.

As you sat at the haven, trying to keep the coughs under wraps, a fairly large flower slipped from your lips and landed in your lap. As soon as Prompto saw it, he had panicked -- the poor kid had such a visceral reaction that he had fallen out of his chair --, calling Iggy and the others over. The four surrounded you, sadness -- and maybe a bit of pity -- evident in their eyes.

“(Y/n), how long has this been happening?” Noct was the first one to say something. You kept your eyes low, biting your lips as the tears slid down your cheeks. Noct grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “How long?”

“Tw-two months,” you answered dutifully. You could see the alarm in the young man’s eyes at your admission, and you were quick to assuage his worries. “But I’m fine, Noct! The pain hasn’t gotten any worse! I swear!”

You were terrified; terrified that they would leave you behind, that they would try to talk you into getting the flower removed. Terrified that, if it was removed, you’d forget about the man you loved.

Bad End:

Just as you were about to try and reassure the boys again, coughs shook your body, more blooms falling than before. They piled in your lap, mixing with blood and tears as the realization hit.

This really is the end, isn’t it?

You airways restricted, you latched onto the closest person, which happened to be Prompto. His body tensed at your touch, but he held you against him regardless.

I’m sorry, guys, you thought, a brief sardonic smile gracing your lips between coughs. You gasped for breath -- but you weren’t afraid.

At least you weren’t dying at the hands of a daemon...

Good (?) End:

Your wide (e/c) eyes flicked between the four men surrounding you, before landing on Ignis. His olive eyes were glassy as he removed his glasses.

“I swear, Noct, I’m fine,” you choked out, more from the raw emotion coursing through you than the flowers. When he didn’t respond -- when no one responded -- a cry fell from your lips and you tucked your knees to your chest, letting your tears fall freely. Please, don’t take them away from me.

A hand on your shoulder made your head shoot up, (e/c) meeting with olive.

“Are you sure, (Y/n)?” Ignis asked.

“Yes, I’m sure! The pain hasn’t gotten worse!” Ignis sighed at your vehement reply, rubbing his temples. You waited with bated breath, hoping he would believe you. When he said nothing, you shot to your feet, grasping his wrists and looking at him with pleading eyes. “Please, believe me.”

***

It was barely two weeks until your airways felt less pressure on them, and it left you puzzled. You hadn’t done anything different from your normal routine -- or what had become your normal in the past two months. But that wasn’t the only thing that left you confused.

Once the boys had found out, you noticed they treated you differently. It wasn’t much of a difference from how they usually treated you, but you could tell.

They were afraid of losing you, to fucking flowers of all things.

***

Three weeks after they had found out, you were able to breathe freely again, and as soon as you had woken up that morning you had tackled the two youngest boys in a bone-crushing hug.

“Are you feeling better, (Y/n)?” Prompto asked, a worried smile on his freckled face. You answered him with a nod and your own smile before standing and exiting the tent.

“Good morning, (Y/n),” Ignis called, and you gave him a small wave before you approached him. Waiting for him to turn to you, you cupped his face and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you.”

----

It was difficult writing the good end...

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Set Me Free - 2

Part 2 of my new series! Feedback is always appreciated, and if you enjoyed it please reblog! 

Trigger warnings: Mentions of abuse, toxic relationships

WC: 1087

“Hey, you okay?”

The sudden question made her jump out of surprise, and she quickly wiped the tears on her already wet sleeve.

“Yeah” her voice was weaker than she intended and it almost came out as an whisper. The tall guy sat down next to her.

“Really? Cause you don’t look okay” She turned her head facing him, and she noticed how beautiful he was. Dark curly hair and dark eyes with long eyelashes, truly as if he was a prince taken from a disney movie. She let out a chuckle before she turned her head,looking out over the beach, again.

“You’re right, I’m not okay” Her voice was raspy from the crying and it sounded like it was going to break at any given moment.

“I’m a fucking mess”

The guy changed position, sitting facing her.

“I’m Shawn” He smiled.

“Y/n”

“So Y/n, what are you doing sitting on a cliff crying at 1 in the morning?”

His question was forward, but there was innocence in his voice.

She shrugged.

“I could ask you the same, what are you doing sitting on a cliff talking to a crying girl at 1 am?”

He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.

“I came with my friends, and now they are all hooking up in the bushes so I decided to go here”

She giggled at his comment before she as well turned around so that they were facing each other.

“Do you come here a lot?”

Shawn shrugged his shoulders.

“Kinda, usually when I’m upset or just want to be alone” He looked out over the beach and the dark ocean, watching the waves roll in.

“There is something calming about it, you know?”

She nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. He put his hands behind him, leaning backward as he crossed his legs.

“What about you? Why are you here?”

The question made her realise why she was in fact there and she quickly rolled down her sleeves, hoping that he would not notice.

“Um, you know, l-life” She stuttered and locked down on her now covered wrists. He wrinkled his eyebrows, seeing through her lies but not wanting to ask anything inappropriate. Shawn had noticed the bruises on her arms, they looked like hand marks. Like someone had held her way too hard, but by the way she covered them up it was clear that something was not right. Why else would a beautiful young woman as her sit crying alone on a cliff?

He looked at her, she was still looking down at the ground, some of her brown hair hanging down over her face. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy from tears and her lips were chapped. Still she was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

“This has been my safe spot for the last couple of years, this is really one of those places were reality seems altered” She continued.

They sat quiet for a few minutes, it was a comfortable silence.

“How come I haven’t seen you around?” Shawn said, breaking the silence.

She sighed, trying to think of a lie why she never left the house.

“I don’t know, I’m home most of the time. Don’t really like going out”

There was a broken look in her eyes as she spoke.

She gave him a weak smile.

“But I haven’t seen you either so”

“I travel a lot so I’m not home much, but I took a few weeks vacation so I could spend some time with my friends”

She nodded her head

“What do you do? Since you travel so much?”

Shawn looked at her for a second, not being used to people not recognizing him.

“I make music” Was the simple answer he gave her.

She looked a bit shocked but the surprise soon faded from her face.

“Well you can’t be any good cause I don’t think I have ever heard one of your songs” She joked causing Shawn to laugh.

“No I suck, I only got nominated for a grammy for my good looks” He joked back, causing a giggle to escape her lips, It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard.

“You’re nominated for a grammy?” She asked, jaw on the ground.

“Yup”

“Holy shit, you must be good” She said, mostly to herself.

��Sing me something”

Shawn usually didn’t like singing like this but this was different. She was different.

So he sang. He sang Never Be Alone and he could see the happiness in her tired eyes.

“Shawn, you’re amazing!” She exclaimed as soon as he finished.

His cheeks turned rosy at the compliment and he giggled.

“Will you go out with me?” He asked, looking deep into her blue eyes. Instantly the happiness washed out of her face and she went back to looking miserable.

“I-I have a boyfriend” She said, almost a whisper.

Shawn felt his heart sink at he words and he started to think that maybe that guy was the reason to her tears.

“Not a date, just coffee?” He carefully asked

“I don’t know if I can, I have to ask” She let the last part slip and her heart dropped, hoping that he didn’t notice.

“Ask who?”

Her heart beat at what felt like 200 beats per minute as she tried to save the situation.

“My mom” She said way too quickly and she saw Shawn’s skeptical looks before he smiled.

“Okay, but can I at least get your number?”

“Yeah, of course” She returned the smile as he fished up his phone from his pocket and handed it to her.

“Here” She handed the plus sized phone back to him and he grabbed it with a smile.

“Thank you”

She sent him yet another smile before she stood up,

“I should really get going” She brushed of her black jeans.

“Oh okay” Shawn said, standing up as well.

His tall figure towered over her, he was even taller than Sam she noticed as

they started walking back to her car.

“Thank you” She said as they reached their destination. He gave her a confused look and she clarified.

“For cheering me up”

Shawn nodded and sent her a big smile.

“Anytime”

She jumped into her jeep and watched him as he made his way down the hill, back to the beach and his friends. And she thanked the guy upstairs for the handsome stranger who, without realising it, just might had saved her life.

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It seems a bit odd to me as I type it but somehow almost half a year has passed since I last visited Burton Dassett in February (link). Back then I was beginning to think of inclines and was already mentally leaning towards what I’d eventually need to be capable of when it came to climbing Snowdon (which is not far away now).

At the time I’d just tipped over the 10.5 stone lost mark at Slimming World (I’m almost at my 15 stone award now) and felt pretty chuffed that it took only 16 minutes to get to the top – where I took a selfie.

More of that later.

Today my companion and I parked much further away than my last visit in the rather picturesque Avon Dassett. Looking very similar to Ilmington where I went for some hill practice two weeks ago (link) it’s an absolutely delightful sleepy little sandstone village.

We planned to follow the green dotted line through fields past the parish church and via fields of sheep to the blue flower shaped viewpoint near the landmark beacon. We would then head into Northend and take the walking route to Fenny Compton through the surrounding fields then loop back down on the right along the road to the starting point – around 7 miles away.

The weather today was quite overcast – but occasionally there was a break in the cloud and the sun peeped through. Thankfully however the rain held off (probably just to spite me because I brought my waterproofs just in case) and although it threatened a downpour a few times it never materialised.

Today neither of us were in any rush – and we took our time to explore. If a place of interest popped up then we had a look. If it took a little longer then who cared? We were in it for the pleasure of exploration and wandering through fields today.

Just like the last time I visited we stopped along the way for a mooch around the All Saints Parish church – which I featured in my blog before (link) so I won’t go over again. There’s a lot of history there and as I was with a different person last time I felt myself compelled to let my current one have a look at the stories it contained for herself.

I thought that such an experience would be hard to top.

I know how to show a lady a good time – and pushing her into a dusty church talking about death watch beetles tunnelling through the walls seemed at the time unbeatable on the fun-o-meter. However my friend is the competitive type, and after retreating into the nearby toilets at the beacon viewpoint she returned (almost skipping with glee) with photographic evidence that topped any ecclesiastical structure mentioned in the Doomsday book.

She’d just had the envious pleasure of planting her posterior on and tinkling into a toilet inside the LOO OF THE YEAR 2005.

Those who were involved in and remembered the titanic battle for the this prestigious and coveted award must have felt justifiably proud when their local WC hit the big time. Twelve years on this pride is still burning brightly in the 2005 loo of the year and the poster remains mounted behind protective perspex to ensure that past glories are not lost from the annals (correct spelling) of history.

It’s one of the many times that being a man has worked against me – and I again today fell victim to the blind cruelty of gender bias. In my nearby hilltop urinal there were cobwebs from over a decade ago, and a couple of ancient looking toilet blocks – but no certificates.

I felt crestfallen.

The only thing that would cheer me up was a gratuitous selfie.

Although it’s not a massive change compared to my starting weight photos – I’m still pretty happy with the difference between February and now – which I can definitely see around my cheeks. There’s almost four and a half stone lying in a gutter somewhere and I don’t miss it at all.

Going up hills without it today was noticeably easier.

This by the way is a fantastic place to stop for a bite to eat. You can see for miles and miles around.

I’ve been attempting to be careful with food this week (I want my 15 stone certificate on Saturday) and have been trying out rice as an alternative to some of the meals I’d normally have while I’m out and about.

Although I’m not interested in going vegetarian I’ve been consciously trying to reduce (but not cut out) red meat in my diet so that I focus more on oily fish rather than harder to digest lumps of protein.

Basmati rice, prawns, mackerel and gherkins may sound like the devil’s work but I assure you (unless you count my endless capacity for churning out farts after eating anything these days) that it isn’t and that it’s totally delicious (plus not too filling during a walk.)

After a bite to eat we continued exploring and nearby noticed a lovely little coppice called Fox Covert -which was a small 1/4 mile wooded circular wooded walk near to the monument. We decided to have a look around its totally deserted paths – and it was like stepping into a cocoon.

Once inside the noise and wind of the outside world instantly disappeared – and all we could hear was birdsong above us in the leafy green canopy.

After a short while wandering around here we continued on to Fenny Compton, leaving the loo of the year 2005 behind and making our way through some fields of cows – where my companion learned the hard way that it’s best to look at the floor rather than the view while walking through long grass with bovine neighbours.

Thankfully the cow-mined no man’s land soon opened out into a wonderful whispering sea of wheat – and the path began to wind along the tractor lines left by the farmer.

Although often people want blue skies as opposed to grey there was something about the skyline today that looked dramatic and had a continued ‘presence’. It wasn’t too hot, we were never short of a breeze and there were even occasional splashes of colour with flowers popping up in the hedgerows an hilltops.

However – when we got back to Avon Dassett there was another treat. This small village houses not one but two churches. One of which (at the start of our walk was locked up tight – but the second (Church of St John The Baptist) was open.

It also looked smashing from the outside. Easily better than the Loo of the year 2005.

However, upon stepping inside we realised that the church seemed completely unused. There was a thick layer of dust on almost every surface and stacks of roof tiles and bricks in the corner.

It looked like there hadn’t been a service there in a long time – but oddly it was in infinitely better condition (built in 1868-89) than the nearby All Saints (first recorded in the 1087 census) and according to the signs had recently been refurbished.

Although I have an affinity with buildings like this I’m not entirely sure about the wisdom of repairing (at great cost) something that people no longer use or appear to love. The cobwebs and dust layering Bibles, red velvet prayer cushions and images of the crucifixion seemed profoundly at odds with the (clearly amazing) work that had been undertaken to repair the ceiling and stonework.

I left feeling conflicted – and wondering whether such buildings should just be listed and allowed to be re-purposed into homes or business premises like they have been so successfully elsewhere.

I still remain undecided. If it had been I wouldn’t be able to pop my head around the door and have a mooch – but then if it had someone wouldn’t have wasted millions on something that no-one seems to want anymore.

Either way – I enjoyed my walk and look around.

Finally – whilst indulging in a post walk coffee I asked my friend to take a final photo for the day for my ‘about’ page. It’s of me, sitting in my natural habitat (Starbucks) and to provide a contrast to a super heavyweight photo (taken in the same chair and almost the same place) that I’ve been using for ages now to show just how bad things got for me.

The new one shows me in the same seat 16 months later and almost fifteen stone smaller.

You can see it here internet.

Enjoy.

Davey

Avon Dassett to Loo of the year 2005 It seems a bit odd to me as I type it but somehow almost half a year…

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626 oah 2526 pt.6

627 168224

629 slate

630 continua

631 cresencio romero & rita ruelas / moyahua

636 manuel lopez & maria luquin / cocula

642 seferino diaz & refugia goznalez / colotlan

648 nicolas orozco & carmen lopez / arandas

653 manuel gutierrez & sostenes barajas / cuquio

658 victor gutierrez & quirina ponce / lagos

664 cristobal cardenas & antonia montano / huacalapa

671 pedro rodriguez & francisca valadez / adoves

677 ciriaco mesa & josefa chacon / guadalajara

682 antonio gutierrez & ygnacia angulo / arandas

688 rafael conrique & maria tomasa camarena / arandas

693 casimiro flores & maria jesus real / cocula

699 luis cuellar & manuela lopez / encarnacion

705 dimas robles & gertrudis serda / barca

708 hilario mesa & antonia rivera / jalpa

715 manuel ordorica & antonia robalcava / teocaltiche

721 luis martinez & antonia jimenez / guadalajara

727 agapito carrillo & maria lazara marin / teocaltiche

734 damasio apodaca & clara hildago / magdalena

743 vicente castellanos & antonia romero / guadalajara

750 ramon bendor & celedonia perez / zapotlan

755 teodoro santillan & brigida garcia / cuquio

763 lorenzo gonzalez & albina valdez / cocula

768 guillermo torres & maria onofre mayorga / colotlan

771 antonio victor orozco & barbara fletes / tuscacuesco

776 antonio aguinaga & petra castro / lagos

780 juan jose hernandez & juliana gonzalez / jalostotitlan

786 antonio espinosa & refugio garcia / zapotiltic

795 jose guadalupe avila & maria sotera gutierrez / san cristoval

806 francisco de anda & josefa ortega / valparaiso

820 gabriel trujillo & rosa medina / colima

824 luis bobadilla & maria de los angeles sousa / guadalajara

828 francisco padilla & simona ramirez / zapotlan

835 rafael enriquez & maxima becerra / jesus

840 jacinto lomelin & josefa aceves / atotonilco

845 nicolas reyes & maria jorge robalcava / teocaltiche

850 alejandro carrillo & polonia preciado / cocula

856 matias montano & dolores carrillo / ocotlan

860 casimiro gutierrez & rita garcia / arandas

864 rafael cerda & modesta gonzalez / ocotlan

867 santiago ruiz de villegas & maria rosario carrillo / zacatecas

871 teodor nino & trinidad esparza / zacatecas

875 hermenegildo santa cruz & julia perez / tepic

883 clemente gonzalez & guadalupe gonzalez / guadalajara

889 ramon robalcava & petra agredano / tepatitlan

895 lugardo ramirez & petra briseno / cuquio

900 nasario aramburo & victoria jauregui / mexticacan

910 trinidad estrada & edubije aceves / tepatitlan

916 rafael sanchez & gregoria esteves / guadalajara

922 yrenio valdez & maria de la luz salazar / jerez

928 albino herrera & margarita romero / ayo el chico

934 leocadio ramirez & tomasa bustamante / adoves

939 aniseto almauger & francisca guerra / jalpa

947 olayo cobarrubias & juana maria mora / atoyac

952 victoriano gomez & romualda lopez / tecolotlan

958 jose de la luz parada & eugracia gutierrez / lagos

961 ramon villasenor & gertrudis leon / autlan

966 gregorio ramirez & hilaria robles / juchipila

971 anacleto lopez & juana balbina robles / mezquitic

978 antonio alvarez & rosalia herrera / arandas

983 jose maria chavez & bonifacia velos / lagos

987 jose moreno hurtado & maria jesus guerra hurtado / adoves

992 jose torres & severa medina / aguascalientes

996 eleuterio troncoso & ygnacia troncoso / isla

1004 salome lozano & santos munoz / lagos

1010 pablo toscano & loreto ramirez / zapotlanejo

1018 estevan hernandez & ascencion perez / yahualica

1023 jose camacho & paula guerrero / cocula

1029 rafael hernandez & trinidad hernandez / arandas

1033 antonio soto & vicente marquez / ayo el chico

1037 jose maria de la torre & regina de la torre / tepatitlan

1043 juan maria alvorado & francisca garcia / san sebastian

1047 yrenio gudino & rosalia ruiz / mexicalingo

1050 rafael guerra & francisca carreon / encarnacion

1056 jose julio & maria magdalena / techaluta

1060 francisco jarba & cruz navarro / tepatitlan

1065 jose maria gonzalez & encarnacion fernandez / guadalajara

1073 maximo rabalero & francisca solano / tonala

1076 reimundo duarte & maria jorje garcia / huejuquilla

1082 tomas ramos & maria bacilia de la cruz / zapopan

1087 mariano ybarra & josefa gonzalez / etzatlan

1103 rafael encarnacion pelayo & gregoria naranjo / ayutla

1109 manuel navarro & antonia garcia / tepatitlan

1115 antonio ruano & gervacia gonzalez / yahualica

1120 mariano huelga & josefa perez / lagos

1126 juan nepomuceno romo & juana munoz / lagos

1132 antonio marin & bonifacia cruz / teocaltiche

1137 felipe jimenez &  juliana jimenez / lagos

1143 antonio armeria & fermina cerrato / guadalajara

1149 pedro roman & antonia alvarez / guadalajara

1153 fernando rodriguez & gregoria jesus herrera / aguascalientes

1157 bonifacio huerta & felipa mercado / cuquio

1163 juan jose bolanos & teodora ybarra / jesus

1167  jose maria fernandez & eulogia reyes / cuquio

1173 matias aguilera & eusevia de jesus gonzalez / barca

1176 francisco zuniga & jacinta magana / lagos

1182 rafael jimenez & eulogia garcia / mexticacan

1187 antonio jimenez & petra fernandez / jalostotitlan

1193 maximo renteria & vicenta camacho / jalostotitlan

1199 pedro jimenez & margarita jauregui / mexticacan

1205 antonio torres & josefa michel / purification

1212 joaquin mota & guadalupe hernandez / guadalajara

1216 ysidro quinones & andrea aguilar / guadalajara

1223 antonio flores & gregoria flores / ocotlan

1227 mariano cervantes negrete & guadalupe risco / guadalajara

1233  vicente barragan & manuela gomez / guadalajara

1239 apolonio lomeli & santos sepulveda / mexticacan

1247 continua

1248 oah  2526 fin

1249 end of roll

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