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Uncovered: PJ Harvey - I Inside the Old Year Dying

We continue to delve into the detail of the creative process for some of The Best Art Vinyl 2023 shortlisted album artworks and today we take a look at this seemingly simple cover design for PJ Harvey’s tenth studio album that, in fact, couldn’t be less so. The final image is actually a result of months of preparation, awaiting perfect weather conditions and a combination of multiple photographs and techniques. We were lucky enough to get the whole story from artist Michelle Henning.

Henning’s background is in fine art, she started as a painter and installation artist. As well as being a Professor in Photography and Media in the School of the Arts at the University of Liverpool, Michelle works for PJ Harvey as art director/creative director, and as such is very much involved in decisions relating to many of the visual assets.

Michelle explained to us how the creative process starts and about her collaboration with PJ Harvey; “The way I approach the work is to listen to the music. Polly and I don’t discuss visual ideas at first, instead, she gives me everything to do with the album: recordings or demos, poems and lyrics, drawings and notes. I then immerse myself in it and try to get a feel for it and start working. I already had a way into it because I was familiar with her poetry book 'Orlam', which is connected to the album, and I had a strong sense of the world of the album. What matters most to me is trying to find a visual equivalent for the music, not to illustrate it or directly reference lyrics, but sense the atmosphere and convey that.”

Michelle elaborates, “In the case of ‘I Inside the Old Year Dying’, this album has a strange and interesting feel, on the one hand it’s about a twentieth century rural childhood, with references to Curly-Wurlys and Coca cola but also there are soldiers who appear from a much more ancient past, and there’s a strong presence of nature."

PJ Harvey, I Inside the Old Year Dying concept gatefold (Copyright © Michelle Henning, 2023) with photographs by Steve Gullick and drawings by Polly Harvey

"I started by thinking I would try to put wildlife cameras in a forest, not to capture animals but to get infra-red photos of trees. So I did that for a while but I wasn’t satisfied with the results. Then I started to paint forests, but that didn’t feel right either."

Early Forest concept ideas for PJ Harvey, I Inside the Old Year Dying (Copyright © Michelle Henning, 2023)

"I had a sudden realisation that I didn’t need a whole forest, I just needed one stick and such a simple single object would give it the feel of the classic album covers I admire. Now I realise an unconscious influence was Polly herself, because she had chosen to use drawings she had made of single twigs (“twiddicks”), to break up the sections in 'Orlam'."

Orlam by PJ Harvey

"I think the idea of giving the stick a shadow emerged from the process of finding twigs on the ground and photographing them — the shadows seemed to bring them to life and make something very ordinary suddenly seem almost animate."

Concept ideas for PJ Harvey, I Inside the Old Year Dying (Copyright © Michelle Henning, 2023)

"The back cover is a photograph of Polly by Steve Gullick, onto which I superimposed a scan of a tissue and plastic envelope, so it has a slightly battered, used look. I chose this photo because I loved the way her legs echoed the shape of the twig, and also how it could be cropped so that it seemed as if she was almost kicking the edge of the album away."

Front and back cover artwork for PJ Harvey, I Inside the Old Year Dying (Copyright © Michelle Henning, 2023)

Michelle has produced three album covers and a number of singles for PJ Harvey as well as several for other artists, including for John Parish, Mazgani and Dot Allison. She works with a wide variety of techniques; photography, clay models, printmaking, drawing in ink and watercolour and moves between analogue and digital, with a lot of work in Adobe Photoshop, creating very complex layered files.

Michelle Henning: PJ Harvey, Let England Shake (Island Records, 2011)

Michelle Henning: PJ Harvey, A Dog Called Money 7" Single

Centre label of Hope Six vinyl | PJ Harvey (Island Records 2016)

Expanding on her techniques for this current album cover artwork, Michelle tells us, “I photographed a lot of sticks in bright sunlight on different coloured and textured backgrounds. At a certain time in the afternoon the sun started to cast really interesting shadows. I remember Polly’s manager Sumit calling me and asking me when I would have something ready to show them, and I said I wouldn’t be ready until we had had more sunny weather. He was very patient with me but he must have wondered what on earth I was doing.”

She continues, “The stick that worked best, that I felt had the most mysterious shadow, I then rephotographed under plastic. The final image is a composite of about three or maybe more photographs of this twig, both under the plastic and not. The orange sticker is based on the sticker stuck on this piece of plastic — which was a large transparent folder in which my film photographs were returned to me. I liked the way it brought a pop of colour to the cover.”  

"In Photoshop, I changed the lighting on the plastic, added more layers of plastic lighting, superimposed Polly’s handwriting onto the sticker, and created the fake embossed text in the centre (which is a mixture of hand-painted ink drawing and a lot of digital editing)."

"The gatefold is a scan of a 1980s sticky photograph album complete with the blue lines of glue and the plastic layer, and the inner sleeve is based on photographs of red kitchen linoleum superimposed over photographs by Polly of a lamb and a forest. I did a rough layout for the body text and type, and then handed that over to Rob Crane of Rob Crane Design, who did a brilliant job of making the typography on the inside and back covers look elegant and balanced, and made all the files print-ready."

Inner gatefold for PJ Harvey, I Inside the Old Year Dying (Copyright © Michelle Henning, 2023) with typesetting by Rob Crane, and photographs by Steve Gullick gatefold pic

Michelle told us she looked at a lot of great album covers when creating this artwork and there are subtle references to some of them, both in the inner gatefold and the front cover. She says, "I love the idea that there are record cover geeks like myself who like to figure out the echoes of other designs, so I won’t say what they are!" (two iconic late 60s LP covers spring to our record cover geeky minds!)

Michelle Henning: PJ Harvey, I Inside the Old Year Dying concept (Copyright © Michelle Henning, 2023)

I Inside the Old Year Dying by PJ Harvey on Partisan Records is shortlisted for the Best Art Vinyl 2023 Award. Art Director, Design and front cover photography by Michelle Henning. Additional design and typesetting by Rob Crane.

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Taking Chances Ch. 13: To the Death (Death)

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Their last few days in Gotham went by smoothly. No rogue attacks, no akuma tacks. The only negative was Mr. Wayne refusing to allow her on patrol again because she was “injured” and “could have died.” Gotham has been nice for the most part and was full of surprises, but Marinette was relieved when the plane landed in Paris. The entire trip moved to the back of her mind, almost like a dream. Like it hadn’t really happened. Until Hawkmoth sent out his next akuma.

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Taking in a shaky breath, Marinette blinks back tears. Everything was suddenly real. Hawkmoth might win.

She despised akumas with weapons. Specifically, the lethal weapons. Creative weapons or blasters she could handle. No problem. Legitimate swords or guns? Not so much. Instead she was left with a feeling of dread and uncertainty.

Pushing forward, she’s just about to call her lucky charm when she feels it. Choking slightly on the blood- why is there blood- she looks down at the sword sticking out of her chest. Oh. That’s why there’s blood. Blood. She coughs, wincing as she watches the blood pour out of her mouth. Huh. That’s not right. She almost hears Chat screaming. But why? Why does he sound so upset? Why- Oh. OH. She’s dying. She realizes this with a start as the world around her darkens and she begins to sway. She’s dying, and Hawkmoth is going to get her Miraculous. Hawkmoth is going to win. Oh, no- please-

“Chat.” She manages to say, watching as he runs towards her and scoops her up, carrying her out of the way of cameras and prying eyes. A place she can stay. A place where Hawkmoth won’t take her Miraculous. He won’t. He can’t. She frowns, black spots covering her vision, but not enough to hide his tears.

“Take them. Save them.” She manages to say, shaky hands reaching for her earrings. His lips move, so she knows he’s saying something. She wishes she could hear it. Wishes she’d thought of this possibility. She thinks Chat will win. But it’ll be so hard. She should’ve wrote a will. Should’ve planned ahead. Should’ve been more like her father. She blinks at Chat- Adrien- and realizes he’s still talking. She hopes it’s not important, that maybe he could tell her later. Her thoughts continue to jumble, just like her vision. Shifting into one incoherent mess. Words become shapes, pain dulls until she’s numb. Until she can’t feel it. Until she closes her eyes and lets the darkness carry her away.

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Immediately after finding out about his Parisian daughter, Bruce Wayne had installed the akuma alert system in the Batcave. And on his phone. He wanted to be absolutely certain that he would know what was happening when, and maybe even find some way to help. Do something. Stop the emotional terrorist that had taken over his daughter’s childhood.

Sitting in his study, he takes a swig of coffee, thankful for a relaxing Saturday. He wanted to avoid WE, stay as far away as possible. They’d been bombarding him with questions about Marinette and the (true) rumor that started when her class first arrived in Gotham. Wanted to know if it was true, what they could say, what the official statement was. He wasn’t sure. He wanted Marinette to be able to make that decision. But it wasn’t something you could just ask after only a week of knowing each other.

A shrill ring breaks him out of his thoughts and he glances at his phone. That’s odd, he thinks, looking at the screen. Until he reads closer and realizes why it looks different. The Parisian news stations, who had never seemed too distressed by attacks before, were urging people to hide. Not just shelter in place. But hide. Making up his mind quickly, Bruce makes his way to the Bat Cave. Sure he couldn’t jump over to Paris to assist his daughter in battle, but he had to know that she was safe. He had to know Marinette would be okay. Miraculous cure or not. Walking into the cave, he’s unsurprised to see Tim already there, the news feed pulled up on the largest screen.

“It’s not looking good B. Casualties have already passed fifteen hundred. LB and Chat both look exhausted and the fight just started.” Tim informs him, frowning into his unnecessarily large cup of coffee. Bruce simply nods, trying to ignore the sudden tension in his jaw.

“How’s she holding up?” Dick asks, arms crossed as he walks in, Damian trailing in behind him.

“She’s giving ‘em hell but she also took a coupla good hits.” Jason says, watching his phone as he walks in through another entrance. Bruce’ chest feels warm at the obvious concern and care his sons have for their sister. He had no doubt that Cass (who had returned to Hong Kong before Marinette returned to Paris) was also watching the stream. Although not necessary, it was still nice of them to check. To care. As the fight goes on though, Bruce becomes antsy. The cameras are too far away to pick up the conversation between the heroes and the akuma, but it doesn’t look good. Marinette looks anxious, nervous, almost frenzied. All emotions he’d never seen on her (as Ladybug).

“Call your lucky charm.” Damian hisses, glaring up at the screen. Bruce silently agrees. As odd as the power was, it hadn’t failed her yet. There’s no- his blood freezes. The world shuts down as he tries to remember how to breathe. To remember that it’s okay to breathe. Because standing in front of the akuma is his daughter. With a sword protruding from her chest. The entire cave is silent, everyone waiting. Trying to process. The sword is pulled back and Bruce watches, sick to his stomach as blood falls out her mouth. As she sputters, more blood falling out. The dazed look on her face as she sways on her feet, not quite seeing her surroundings breaks his heart. She stumbles, her legs giving out, and he stares, unable to look away as Chat Noir manages to grab her and swing away.

“Shit.”

“She did not even dodge! She could have-”

“She’s not- she’s okay, right?”

“Is she-?” Bruce is barely able to hear the chaos around him. Barely able to focus on the video in front of him. He lets out a shuddering breath, turning his complete focus to watch for her to come back. Surely someone would heal her. The Miraculous cure could heal her. It had to. He desperately watches the screen, waiting for her spotted costume to come back. She had to come back. He sees spots, but squints. Something’s wrong with the spotted costume swinging towards the fight. The colors are right, but the flash of blonde hair and distinct male figure- it’s not...it’s not her. Not Marinette.

“It appears Mr. Bug is on the scene. Ladybug is down. I repeat, Ladybug is down.” The news anchor reports, a distraught look on her face. But the look on her face is nothing in comparison to the agony that shoots through Bruce. How? Why isn’t she up? Why would Adrien use her Miraculous? Why not heal her now, let her finish her battle? Unless...could she not be healed? Was the Miraculous cure unable to bring the Ladybug holder back? No. No, he couldn’t think that. Couldn’t accept that. She had to be okay. He couldn’t lose a child. Not again. Never again.

“The Cure will save her.” Damian says stiffly, tugging Bruce from his thoughts. He looks over to his youngest, torn by how young Damian suddenly looks. How broken he looks, staring at the screen in front of them. Braving a glance at his other sons, Bruce suddenly feels sick. His phone rings suddenly, and Bruce jumps, hoping the name- but no. It’s Cass, requesting a facetime. He answers, giving his daughter (is Marinette okay? Will she be okay? What if he loses her right after finding her?) a quizzical look.

“Little sister is okay, right?” She signs furiously, a frown on her face. Bruce grits his teeth, trying hard to push down the emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

“I’m not sure.” He answers, leaving his tone flat and without emotion. He couldn’t break. Not right now, not when his children looked so scared. Not when they all looked horrified. He couldn’t afford to be scared or horrified too. He had to hold it together. Even if he was screaming on the inside. Screaming and begging and pleading with whatever powers there were. Pleading for his daughter’s life. For her to wake up. For the Cure to work on her. He watches and waits. Wincing as Adrien is thrown around even more than usual. His hands twitch, wanting to do something, anything to help. Bruce finally stands, ready to put on his suit and just take the damn Zeta tubes to Paris. Who gives a damn about Hawkmoth, his daughter needs him. He’s just about to walk away when he sees it. The pure white butterfly flying out of Mr. Bug’s yoyo. Bruce inhales sharply, watching the wave of light and tiny ladybugs sweep across the city. He watches as Adrien slides the victim a card before swinging away. Watches as he doesn’t reappear. The camera zooms in to the area he’d flown off to, but there was nothing. Zooming back out, the camera focuses back on the news anchor.

“And that’s another akuma, taken down by our brave heroes. Back to you, Jean Marc.” She says with a tense smile. And the footage cuts out. It’s no more. No one moves. No one speaks. Everyone just stares at the blank screen. The screen where they’d watched Marinette be stabbed. Where they’d seen a sword go through her chest. Bruce clenches his jaw, trying desperately to stop himself from crying.

“I’ll be back.” He says gruffly, leaving his seat to go and put on his suit. There was no way she was gone. He wouldn’t accept it. So, he was going to go to Paris. He’d find her and wrap her up in some goddamned bubble wrap and make sure that his daughter didn’t get stabbed again. God, she has to be okay. His thoughts are frantic as he moves swiftly towards his suit, his thoughts only of getting to Paris. Getting to Paris, and finding Marinette. A sudden flash of light brightens the cave and Bruce instantly gets into a fighting position, watching the light turn into a circle. A portal, right in the middle of the Bat Cave. His breath catches as he watches two figures fall through the portal. Adrien, obviously still in spots. And the girl next to him….he frowns, not quite recognizing her.

“Kaalki, dismount.” The girl says, a soft light flashing over her. Bruce freezes, eyes scanning his daughter as she smiles awkwardly. Glancing over her, reminding himself that she’s there. She’s alive. He crosses to her in three large steps and drops to his knees in front of her so that they’re on eye level.

“Never do that again.” He begs, voice breaking slightly as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her close. She’s alive. She’s okay. She’s alive.

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Marinette buries her face in her father’s shoulder, tightening her hold on him. He was the only parent that knew she was Ladybug. The only one who would be affected by seeing her stabbed on live tv. Coming to see him directly after the battle was all she could think of when she woke up. She knew she had to see her dad and her brothers. Reassure them that she was still there.

“I’m so sorry Dad.” She chokes out, tears running down her face as she remembers the pain of being stabbed in the chest. The way her vision went dark. The way the blood felt as she choked on it. She squeezes her eyes shut, breathing shakily as she holds onto him for dear life, barely registering when more warmth surrounds her. She doesn’t have to open her eyes to know what it is. Her brothers, all hugging her. Surrounding her, making sure she’s there. She sighs in relief, glad that they’re all there. Glad that she’s able to hug them again.

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Omg i love the idea of a "first time anal" one omg i love your writing, pleasd make this ask a piece omgg

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A/N: This is installment 5 of A Series of Firsts!!! This one has been highly requested for some time now so I’m finally writing it. I decided to do a simple plot to this one so yeah...it’s crazy filthy tho. Also, this one is pretty freehand for my writing. So I hope you guys like it...Enjoy🙃

Harry’d been training your second hole for the past couple of weeks. The two of you had been wanting to give anal, particularly on you, a shot for a good while now. After seeing how well Harry adjusted and responded to having his hole played with, you were really interested in trying it out and getting a taste of the pleasure that Harry felt. From the way his cock twitched between his legs as you pushed your fingers or toys into his puckered entrance and the way he’d let out the loudest whines and moans from the feeling, you could tell that it felt amazing. So the possibilities for pleasure with his fingers and cock were endless. And the same way you were excited to give anal a try, Harry matched that excitement plus some. When you told him that you wanted to give it a go, Harry lit up like a Christmas tree. 

The last thing Harry ever wanted to do was pressure you into something that you were unsure of or weren’t comfortable with. So despite the fact that he was being teased by your puckered entrance every time he took your from behind, and he that couldn’t stop swirling his tongue around the area whenever he had his head between your legs, along with thumbing at your entrance and lightly nudging his cock at it, Harry made sure to never pressure you. That’s why when you told him that you wanted to play around with your second hole, he was ready to make sure that you’re pleasured to the fullest and comfortable in the process. Since you voiced your concern about his size being too big for your entrance, Harry went straight into buying and researching any and everything to gradually move you towards taking his entire cock.

Before he bought anything, Harry did a pretty good amount of research. He even cross referenced different pieces of information. He looked into the best lubes for extended use of anal plugs, he looked into the best ways to train your hole to take more and more over time, and he even went as far to see if it was safe for you to sleep with your plug inside of you. Luckily for him, he got all the answers he needed and was hoping for. Once he compiled all of his information, Hary then went on to purchase items. He bought two types of lube, an oil based lube for when you wore the plug throughout the day, and a water based one for when he was playing with you at night. He also bought an extensive array of toys. For starters, he purchased a set of four shiny steel anal plugs with a big jewel in your favorite color on top that gradually increased in width and length. These would beused for everyday wear. Along with these plugs, he bought a couple silicone dildos that varied in girth and length. These were for when he would be training your hole and helping you become accustomed to having a cock inside of your tightened hole. And none of them were the size of his cock. He did this simply because he wanted to give you a bit of a surprise once the time finally came. Harry also threw in a couple accessories that you’d enjoy. He bought a couple bunny tail plugs that he thought would look adorable on you, and he got a string of ben wa balls. Those were definitely for him; he found the picture of you struggling to maneuver and hold them inside pretty amusing to say the least. After he picked everything and put a rush on the shipping, Harry anxiously awaited his large package of toys that he was dying to break in.

And once they did arrive, Harry began to break them in alright.

Since you were a thousand percent on board with it all, you were ready to start immediately. Once he unpackaged and cleaned the toys, Harry jumped right into walking you through the process and starting it. He used his fingers and the lube to ease your extremely tight hole open a bit and to help insert the first plug into you. When you first felt the pointed dome of metal plug inside you, it was a bit weird. It was sitting inside of your ass and you’d never felt that before. But after a couple hours of moving around and toying around with it, you became a bit more adjusted to the feeling and you were feeling excited for what was to come. This excitement was also because of Harry. The way he researched and took everything into account made you feel taken care of and at ease about everything. You were so excited to experience this with him and you knew for a fact that this entire process would be nothing short of amazing.

Every day for the following weeks, the two of you acquired a “Training Routine” so to speak. This is how the day would go: He’d insert the plug that you were working with at the moment in the morning and then go about your days either apart or together. Then once the day was coming to an end in the early part of then evening he’d  let your hole take a break for a couple hours by removing the plug. He would then clean the plug while you’re taking your break. After some things get done, Harry’d use one of the dildos that you were currently working with to play with your ass a bit and let you cum. Finally, before turning out the lights, Harry’d apply a new coat of lube and push your plug back inside before going to bed. This process lasted a good eight weeks. You advanced through the plugs and dildos, all the way up to the final set. And Harry couldn’t have been prouder. His baby had taken every last toy so well and he couldn’t wait to reward you with his cock inside your princess hole. Every time he watched your pretty and puckered hole stretch to fit the dildos or the plugs, all he could think about was your sweet little entrance engulfing every inch of his big cock while you whined and clung to whatever you could for dear life. He couldn’t stop the visual of him ramming his cock down into your ass from behind over and over again from invading his mind either. He completely understood that he wouldn’t be able to do that right away but he’d jump at the opportunity as fast as he can once you tell him to go harder. It’d definitely take a lot of self control to hold back his feral desires and not give your ass a good pounding. But the wait would be beyond worth it. 

Right now you were on your second week for your final set of training. It took you about two weeks for each set and you were right at the end. To be honest, you were a little shocked at how you flew through every last set. From the outset of it all, having your hole trained seemed a bit daunting and unusual. But Harry was right there to guide you through it all. He praised you for how good you were doing every time he played with your hole and he gently pushed you at times when you were on the verge of giving up. After finally reaching the end, you were more than ready to take Harry’s cock in your second entrance. 

The two of you had decided to spend your Friday night in bed watching a movie and chatting. In the process, the both of you were playing with each other. You had your head in his lap fondling his cock and suckling on the girthy flesh from time to time while Harry sat back against the headboard and moved the rather large (not Harry large though) dildo in and out of your now acclimated hole. As the the time passed, the both of you would try and get the other to squirm and moan. Harry’d push the dildo really deep into you causing you to squirm around on the bed, roll your eyes back, and just moan from the feeling. To get him back, you’d feel throat his cock, suckle on his large balls, and/or push one of your fingers a bit lower towards his entrance to which he’d grunt, moan, and buck his hips up towards you. 

“Do y’want me t’just fuck you already? I mean, I’m as hard as a rock and I can guarantee you that pussy of yours is sopping wet.” Harry states bluntly, stopping his movements with the dildo to reach down and feel your pussy. “And I was right.” He confirms, feeling your sticky arousal on his fingers.

“I mean we were going fuck anyways so why not get a head start. Plus I like having two cocks inside me anyways.” You agree, lifting yourself up onto your knees before taking your shirt off.

“Don’t give me any ideas. M’gonna tear that ass and cunt to pieces if you keep talking like that.” Harry grumbles, yanking his shirt off as well before yanking you over to him. 

“Maybe I want you to tear me apart.” You reply suggestively as you lift yourself into his lap.

“Just get on my cock.” Harry growls lowly, bringing his hand to your throat and the other down to push the dildo back up your ass  to move you along. And with that, you waste no time sinking down onto his hard shaft. 

“Fuck!” You moan loudly. As you sink down onto him, you both can not only feel your tight walls stretching, you can also feel his cock pushing against the dildo that was in your ass through your walls. You were really full. Once he’s pressing into your stomach, Harry gives you no time whatsoever before he’s slamming up into you. His hips are moving so fast as he shoves his cock up into you. The feeling of your velvety walls alone could drive Harry insane; and it was. He just couldn’t stop slamming his cock up into you! As he continues to piston his cock up into your pussy, his grip on your throat gets tighter causing your mouth to just hand open as you let out the smallest whimpers.

“Look so pretty when that ass and cunt are filled. Such a good little cockslut.” Harry chuckles lowly, using his grip on your throat to pull you closer to his face so that he could lick into your open mouth. As he does, Harry lets go of your throat all together and brings that hand down to your chest to fondle your breasts. Even though his cock was amazingly fucking your cunt, you really wanted his cock in your ass. You wanted to finally feel him in there. So keeping a hand on his shoulder for support, you bring your hand down behind you to where his hand was guarding the dildo against slipping out of your entrance and you pull at his hand. This results in Harry coming to an immediate halt to see what was wrong. “You okay baby?” He asks concernedly. 

“Better than okay. Just want you to fuck me.” You sigh happily. 

“Want my cock in there?” Harry asks, making sure he is hearing you correctly.

“So bad.” You whine back, biting your lip to hold back a moan. 

When you reply, Harry is quick to pull you up from his cock so that he could throw you down onto the bed in front of him. He quickly lifts himself up and towers over your body between your legs. Harry then pushes upwards at the backs of your thighs so that your lower body is lifted up from the bed a bit before bringing his face down to pretty much devour your cunt. He quickly laps his tongue up and down your folds, stopping every once in a while to suck on your clit or push at your entrance. While he does this, you’re having a fit, letting out moan after moan from how good his mouth feels on you. He was trying to push you as close to the edge as possible so that you could cum with him once he’s inside. You were incredibly tight and Harry knew for a fact that he’d last no more than two seconds once he’s inside. He wasn’t even expecting you to let him push into you tonight. He was thinking that you wanted a bit more time but he was gravely mistaken on that one. You wanted him in there now.

After a couple more licks and sucks, Harry finally pulls his head from between your legs and pulls your legs down before turning you onto your side. From this angle, Harry could fuck into your ass and still get a good look at your face. He wanted to watch your face contort as you took his big cock inside.

“Gonna pull this out now.” Harry announces, slowly pulling the toy out of you. He tosses the soft toy onto the bed next to him, and then pushes his cock back into your pussy for a split second, causing you to let out a little gasp. “Needed t’be a bit wetter.” He explains with a smirk as he grips onto his glistening shaft and lines himself up with your princess hole as he liked to call it. “M’gonna fuck you so good baby.” Harry grumbles behind you, holding onto your hip as he nudges himself into you. 

“Not too hard though.” You sigh, completely relaxing your body as you feel his cock entering you. All you could say was that this was absolutely amazing.

“Don’t worry, can barely move y’so tight.” Harry grunts, trying his hardest to keep his composure. He wasn’t even halfway in and Harry could feel himself come onto the verge of cumming. He stops himself in his tracks and takes multiple deep breaths before going back to pushing. 

“Oh my god!” You exclaim, feeling yourself become full with him. This was a type of full that you’d never felt before; and it was so good. 

“Feelin’ good baby?” Harry pants, feeling himself beginning to fall apart as he reaches the base of his cock.

“So good. Think m’gonna cum.” You pant with a little whimper. You were holding your release so that you could cum with Harry but it was getting harder and harder to keep going.

“Me too sweet girl.” Harry pants, beginning to slowly rock himself in and out of you. Harry was on cloud nine. You felt way better than he could’ve ever imagined and he was about to burst. As he continues to rock into you, you can feel him pushing right into the sweet spot within you (you were starting to wonder whether or not he had some type of sweet spot detector inside of him). When he feels you beginning to squeeze around him, he decides to just give up on holding back. “Cum with me baby!” Harry grunts before bursting at the seams. You could feel his cum pouring into your ass as the wave of your release crashes down onto you. All of it combined was so much to handle. You were clenching onto his cock as you came and you were feeling all of his cum flood into your body as you came.

Once the waves of your releases begin to calm down a little, Harry slowly pulls out of you and collapses down onto the bed next to you. You then turn your body so that you’re lying flat against the bed next to him as you are in a tired yet buzzed daze as well. The both of you were out of it and still in shock from the amazing thing you two just experienced.

“Is it wrong for me t’be thinking about pounding your ass right now?” Harry asks out of the blue, reaching his arm over to drag his hand up and down your back. 

“No. Because I’m thinking about it too.” You reply softly. 

“M’gonna tear you up.” He promises.

“I’m ready.” You reply confidently. 

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Part V (2/3): chapters 58~60

Chapter 58

[About Sukuna’s fingers resonating with one another]

"The ones that possess an immense presence. The ones that are hiding. The ones that are already taken in by cursed spirits."

⇒ "1) The ones with too big presences. 2) The ones holding their breath. 3) The ones already absorbed by cursed spirits."

I added the numbers for explanation purposes, see below. 

"One of Sukuna's fingers was hidden by a cursed spirit. When Itadori consumed the finger in June, it released its cursed energy"

⇒ "The Sukuna fingers that had been absorbed were holding back their power [while] inside cursed spirits. Then they unleashed their cursed energy with Itadori's incarnation [of Sukuna] in June serving as a trigger."

Whelp. On top of extremely simplifying the explanation, they mixed up the kind of Sukuna finger involved here - it was very explicitly stated in the text that it was number 3) "absorbed" (assimilated) fingers, and not 2) "hiding" fingers. 

I guess saying that Itadori consumed the finger isn't wrong plot wise but it's actually referred to (here and many times more in the manga) as "incarnation"! The same word also gets used for the death painting brothers.

[Megumi remembering a conversation with Gojou] 

"I was surprised you asked me to train you"

⇒ "It's rare for you to ask me for a practice, Megumi"

"To train you" wasn't wrong but Gojou saying "it's rare" here points to it either happening occasionally or having happened in the past and I'm not sure "I was surprised" quite conveys that. 

"Are you feeling pressure because of Yuji's growth?"

⇒ "Did you get impatient after getting surpassed by Yuuji?"

Gojou actually says that Yuuji has surpassed Megumi here! Quite a different nuance from just "Yuji's growth".

"Megumi, your skill and potential are probably higher than Yuji's. All that’s left is the mental aspect"

⇒ “You know, Megumi, I think that both your real ability and potential are in no way inferior to Yuuji's. (...)"

Emphasis mine because pray tell, how does one reach the conclusion that "don't lose out to"/"aren't inferior to" equals to "are probably higher". “Skill” was fine btw but I’d probably go with “mindset” for the last line, personally.

[Gojou explaining why he thinks Megumi doesn’t know how to make a serious effort giving the baseball game as an example]

“Why did you bunt? You sacrificed yourself so that Nobara could advance. Well, good for you"

⇒ "Why did you make a sacrifice bunt? Did you want to advance Nobara to the next base even if it meant you'd be out yourself? That's commendable"

The nuance for the last line was just different - the word used there usually is just used as praise, either genuine or ironic but imo “good for you” has a different meaning. Also he says “out”  but it’s written as “death” (although that is sometimes the case in baseball as well.)

“But no matter how many allies you have around you, you'll always die alone"

⇒ “(...) when you die, you’re alone”

I tried to phrase it a bit closer to the original because I feel like the nuance may just be different for this line but can’t quite put a finger on the how.

[Gojou to Megumi]

"To die and then win, and dying victoriously are two completely different things, Megumi"

⇒ "To win by dying and to win even if you die are completely different, Megumi"

Emphasis by Gege. Ngl, I had no clue what the English was trying to say here… This is most likely what the line actually meant.

[Megumi regaining his consciousness after he blacked out from getting hit] 

 "How long was I out? Was my divine dog destroyed? No, my technique's finished"

Actually "my technique got undone". Putting it as "has finished" is imo both unclear and misleading. Similar situation as in ch. 1 (refer to part I).

[Lead-up to Megumi using a domain expansion for the first time]

"A jujutsu sorcerer's growth never comes easy"

⇒ "The growth curve of a sorcerer isn’t always gentle"

Mostly, the line was more intricate in the original but also the grammatical construction used here that they mistranslated as "never" actually means "not always [necessarily]” instead.

"Here we go!!"

Not really incorrect but it's kinda generic and I guess something like "I'm gonna do it!" is closer nuance wise. 

"With a firm base, skill and imagination, a person can change thanks to the slightest of events"

⇒ "A firm foundation, a handful of sense, and imagination. Then, [even] with a most insignificant opportunity, a person will change"

A pity they simplified "a handful of sense" into just "skill" here. Overall not really incorrect but I wanted to propose something that imo better conveys the original wording and vibe.

“Area expansion”

…”area”? What? Obviously this is actually “domain expansion”. I just don’t have words.

“Think bigger! My technique’s interpretation!”

First sentence actually referred to the second one, so it’s actually something like “Expand it!! The technique’s interpretation!!”

[Megumi to the cursed spirit after his shikigami deals it a finishing blow]

"Divine dog's claws even hurt it...You were no match!"

"(...) So something like piercing through you when you're not even paying attention was easy"

Less excitement, more dismissiveness, I’d say? Also, for the divine dog it’s actually specified that it’s “divine dog (totality)” and not just simply “divine dog”. The term appeared before in ch. 47.

Chapter 59

[Megumi talking about what he considers the basic rule for human interactions in a flashback to his middle school years]

"Basically, you shouldn't cross any line that violates another person's dignity. You should acknowledge each other's mutual existence. That's the rule. You ignored it and fed your stupid ego"

⇒ "In short, it's drawing a line in order not to jeopardise one another's dignity; [it’s] a process through which both parties can coexist. That's what the "rule" is”. You broke it, throwing your weight around and forcing everyone to walk on eggshells around you”

For the first sentence, Megumi says “it’s drawing a line”, so the nuance here was probably closer to “creating boundaries” rather than “crossing boundaries” like in the official English release. For the second sentence, the original literally says “the process through which one another’s existence is achieved”, so rather than acknowledging each other’s existence the sentiment is probably closer to live and let live? For the last sentence, they once again simplified it to the barest bones.

"I'll definitely tell Ikezawa and everyone today that we're not their lapdogs"

“You got this, Aida!”

"But we might be the next punching bags, so don't go overboard!"

Should be “Ikezawa and others'' and definitely “that I’m not their errand boy” for the smallest boy’s first line. If all of them were already being treated as errand boys like the way using the plural form here implies, the other student’s reply wouldn’t make sense.

[After Tsumiki sees Megumi has beaten up delinquents once again]

“You said you wouldn’t pick fights anymore”

“You’re not my mom”

⇒ (...) “Don’t act like you’re my guardian”

Imo the distinction is significant because there’s a possibility that Tsumiki as the older of the two probably did feel responsible for Megumi to an extent and acted accordingly, as if she was his guardian. 

Also, he doesn’t actually say “mom” - this is not the first time where the official English release opts for a gendered phrase where the original uses a neutral form. (Like making Yuuji say his grandpa was like a dad to him when he actually said parent all the way back in ch. 2.) 

[Megumi’s thoughts from back in the middle school]

"I hate bad guys with no brains and zero emotional capability. Walking around feeling proud. Disgusting."

⇒ "I hate bad people. The way they act like they’re superior, with their complete lack of imagination or sensitivity. Disgusting”

I guess I really dislike the way they worded it here, especially the “no brains” part since Megumi wasn’t really talking about intellect or smarts here but about imagination (and sensitivity), which he literally describes as being akin to "vacant lot", "empty lot", "raw land”, which is much more evocative.

"I hate goody-goodies forgiving bad people, justifying mercy. Makes me wanna puke"

⇒ "I hate good people. The way they forgive such bad people and perceive that act of forgiveness as something noble. They make me sick"

Mhm, way to just simplify the heck out of the whole line. I’m extra bothered by their use of “goody-goodies” here since this is yet another appearance of a rather formal word for “good person” (善人/zennin) in the original and which I’ve observed to be a very important part of the world-building in jjk. I discuss it at length in various previous installments, with notable examples including: ch. 9 (Megumi about Yuuji and about the kind of people he wants to save - part I), ch. 31 (Nanami and Yuuji’s conversation in the aftermath of the Junpei incident - part III 2/2), ch. 36 (Panda about Yuuji - part IV 2/5).

“Tsumiki, you’re a perfect example of a good person.”

See, the word he uses here to describe Tsumiki is the same as in the line above (善人) but because back then it got translated as “goody-goodies”, you’d never guess it since the vibes are just that different.

[Megumi reminiscing about meeting Gojou for the first time]

"In the first grade, my dad and Tsumiki's mom got married and separated just as quickly"

⇒ "When I was in the first grade of elementary school my father and Tsumiki’s mother, our respective single parents, got together and disappeared into thin air"

The original doesn’t mention marriage OR separation. Heck, especially for the second one, it doesn’t even come close to mentioning it?? I have no clue where they got this from. 

What I put as “got together” can also be translated as “to have a liaison with (a man or a woman)” (among others). Since Tsumiki’s surname is also “Fushiguro” in middle school, it’s possible that they were actually married and many Japanese fans seem to think that as well but it’s not explicitly stated, at least not here, so those are most likely speculations. 

As for mysterious “separation”, the word used here actually means "disappearance (of people intentionally concealing their whereabouts); unexplained disappearance", so imo the whole section means their parents got together and at some point both disappeared. As we learn at one point in the manga Touji first and Tsumiki’s mum sometime later. 

(Btw, one fan scanlation used “evaporation” here instead and while this is another possible translation of the word in question, imo from the context it’s clear that the intended meaning was the “unexplained disappearance” instead.)

Lastly, Megumi uses kind of formal expressions when referring to both his own dad and Tsumiki’s mum, which imo is indicative of the emotional distance.

[Tiny Megumi about teenager Gojou]

"A weirdo with white hair said"

⇒ "A suspicious man with white hair"

Needless to say, he doesn't actually call Gojou a weirdo.

[Gojou about Touji] 

"But he's a loser that just works for me. He left the family and had you."

⇒ "He's enough of a good-for-nothing to take aback even me. Basically, he left home and then had you."

Emphasis mine. Again, I literally have no clue where they got the translation they went with for this. “Works for me” - just what?? (Btw, one of the fan scans available for this had the latter part of this line mistakenly imply that Gojou had Megumi leave his house. The bit definitely referred to Touji leaving the Zen’in family.)

"You're something your dad used against the Zen'in family. His trump card"

⇒ “You’re something your father kept as his strongest card against the Zen’in family”

A bit of a different nuance than “your dad used” suggests.

"The divorce money makes sense now. I was sold to this Zen'in family"

⇒ "The mystery behind the funds for their disappearance got solved. Apparently, I was sold to this Zen’in family or something"

Again, the word for “divorce” doesn’t make an appearance ANYWHERE in this chapter, least of all this page. ...How. 

Once again - fan scans had this as money that also evaporated but neither it nor the official English release make sense, considering the line is followed up by “I was sold” as the explanation. So yeah, imo the first sentence definitely referred to the money Megumi considered necessary for Touji (and co’s) disappearance.

[Gojou referring to Touji basically selling Megumi off]

"Sucks, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, it's annoying. Especially your attitude."

⇒ “It pisses you off, doesn’t it”

“Yeah, it does piss me off. Especially that lack of delicacy of yours”

I mentioned it multiple times but imo repetition in the original text tends to be done on purpose and as a device and imo this was another example where this was the case. Megumi borrows Gojou’s words here. (Which mean “to be irritated, “to be angry” and not “it sucks”.)

[Megumi continuing about Gojou]

"But that annoying guy wrote off the situation with the Zen'in family. He made a promise that we would work as sorcerers in the future. We would be collateral and receive financial support from Jujutsu High in exchange."

⇒"This man pisses me off, but it was him who cancelled the deal with the Zen'in family, and made it so we would receive financial support from the technical college with me working as a sorcerer in the future [serving] as collateral for it”

I don’t know why they’d translate it as “we would work” here since who the “we” would be supposed to even entail other than Megumi himself? Surely not Tsumiki. Or Gojou. Also, putting the next bit as “we would be collateral” makes it sound kind of dehumanising to me, ngl, whereas Megumi was talking about his labour here.

Also, the same phrase for “pisses off” as above got used once again, which makes it three times in a row, so imo that was definitely a deliberate stylistic choice on Gege’s part.

“Jujutsu sorcerers. How stupid.

⇒ "Sorcerers, what even. How nonsensical"

Just proposing an alternate wording.

[Megumi about the curse Tsumiki got hit by]

"All we knew was that we didn't know anything. Tsumiki still sleeps."

The word used to describe Tsumiki’s state literally means “became bedridden”, which imo heavily implies she fell into a coma. “Still sleeps” is most likely a misunderstanding on the translator’s part since the word sounds like it’d mean that (but it doesn’t.)

[Megumi about Tsumiki]

"Always smiling and saying nice things"

⇒ “Always smiling and spouting lip service”

Another case where the translator seems to have translated the word based on the way it’s written as opposed to checking the actual meaning. (The “nice things” phrase.)

"It's not a bad thing to not forgive people. Megumi, that's your way of showing kindness."

⇒ “Not being able to forgive people isn’t a bad thing. That’s your kindness, Megumi”

It wasn’t just “not to forgive” but “not being able to forgive”! Which imo would imply the next line’s nuance was something similar to Tsumiki considering Megumi’s inability to forgive people to be something that stems from his kindness (e.g. because he can’t stand seeing injustice).

"Even spinning my short-comings in a positive light."

⇒ “She would affirm even my nature"

Imo this line was more of Tsumiki accepting Megumi as he is or at least that’s what the line says - makes sense with what I proposed for the line above too. Translating it the way they did in the official release kind of feels like overinterpreting.

"But even she would get upset when I hurt somebody. I was annoyed by the hypocrisy"

⇒ "But even such Tsumiki would get genuinely angry (...). I would get annoyed thinking she was a stickler to the rules and a hypocrite"

Emphasis mine. The phrase that the translators seem to have skipped here and I translated as "stickler to the rules" literally means "to play it safe", "to avoid trouble at all cost". 

"Yeah, I know. I was immature. I'm sorry so please wake up already"

“I’m sorry, I was a brat. I’ll apologise so just wake up already, stupid older sister”

Just a different nuance and tone for the whole line.

"All I did was get rid of the Yasohachi bridge curse. My sister's sleeping curse is a separate matter."

⇒ "This Yasohachi bridge curse was probably only overlapping with it, and the curse that caused Tsumiki to fall into a coma probably hasn't been lifted"

The official English release makes it sound like sleeping (or more correctly, the coma) was the nature of the curse that Tsumiki was put under, whereas imo the original indicates it just as its effect, which is an important distinction.

“As for the finger and Itadori…”

⇒ “What should I tell Itadori about the finger...”

The “tell”, “say” is only implied here but it’s pretty clear from the context that was the meaning. Also, he explicitly says “to Itadori” here.

[After the Yasohachi bridge curse got defeated by Megumi who then retrieved the Sukuna finger from it] 

"All of sudden I feel a presence. Did the finger get out of the barrier? Whoever took out the finger bearer is quite formidable."

⇒ “The huge presence that appeared all of sudden... Did Sukuna's finger get out of the barrier? If it was a sorcerer that exorcised the finger's host, they must be quite good......."

Emphasis mine on bits that got cut out in the official release. Because Esou was facing off Nobara, he probably assumed it’s likely there may be other sorcerers present and imo that’s what this line also suggests.

"Even so... The finger... Even if they fought against a special-grade and won, They more than likely didn't come out of it unscathed. I hope they're okay."

Just to clarify that the word used for “they” in the original indicates the speaker knows the people in question, so those were Nobara’s thoughts here.

 Chapter 60

[Esou to Yuuji and Nobara after he activates his wing king technique]

“Start running and turn your backs to me”

“Run. With your backs turned to me” would fit better nuance and mood wise. (Esou didn’t want to show his back to anyone so now he’s’ forcing them to show theirs.)

[Nobara to Yuuji after he scooped her up because she couldn’t run as fast as he could]

“I got your back”

“Okay”

“Okay” isn’t incorrect per se but the word has the nuance of “I’m counting on you”.

[Nobara to Yuuji after he speeded through the forest while carrying her, allowing them to escape from Esou's technique]

"Well done, you deserve some praise"

“Yeah, yeah”

“Just kidding. Thanks!”

⇒ "You have my praise." (...)

Actually a set phrase! Spoken from a rather elevated/superior POV, which is why Nobara later reiterates that she’s genuinely thankful. Also, I probably would just go with a period for “Thanks”, imo nuance wise it didn’t require an exclamation mark and it’s not there in the original either.

[Esou after Yuuji gets splashed with Kechizu’s blood]

"There's no need to worry. My younger brother's blood isn't the same quality as mine"

Actually "doesn't have the same properties like mine”.

"You wouldn't even die from mine unless you were drowned in it."

Much closer to something like "unless you were to bathe your whole body in it".

"But it does hurt like hell"

⇒ "But it does hurt to death"

Not really wrong meaning wise but in the original it was “to death” instead of “like hell”, which combined with a previous line was probably a wordplay. "You won't die but it does hurt to death"

[Esou explaining how his and Kechizu’s shared technique works]

"If you take in one of our brother's blood and if one brother activates a technique"

Idk if it's clear here but it most likely doesn't matter which brother does which (could even be the same one). Also, definitely should’ve been “the” or “this” for technique, since Esou has just stated on the same page he’s now going to start laying out how a specific technique of he and his brother’s functions.  

[Esou replying to Yuuji]

"Yes, the result is essentially poison. Our technique is 'decomposition'"

Should be “but what our technique is, is actually ‘decomposition’” nuance wise.

"It's activated now. In reality they'll be dead faster than that”

⇒ “Done with technique disclosure, so in reality (...)”

Emphasis mine. You know, the rule in jujutsu where if you explain your technique to your opponent, it gets a buff? “Activation” is just wrong here. 

While it’s not phrased as such, the phenomenon is first explained in ch. 20 during Nanami’s explanation to Yuuji (refer to part II 2/2). It also gets mentioned by name later in the manga but oftentimes the official release would either skip it or word it completely differently so it’s hard to tell, like in ch. 51, when Hanami realises Toudou has lied to him (part IV 5/5). 

[The history of how cursed wombs came to be]

"[In the beginning of the Meiji era] there was a girl with special genetic makeup who bore a cursed-spirit child"

Actually “with an idiosyncrasy that allowed her to get pregnant with the child of a cursed spirit”! Imo an important distinction since it’s not certain whether her first child that gets discussed here was born prematurely or not and the following pregnancies were all aborted.

"A child born of mixed blood - both cursed spirit and human.”

Skipped “grotesque child” at the end.

“It was a mysterious pregnancy. She would be ostracized by family and friends.”

⇒ "Starting from a pregnancy she had no recollection of, [followed by] the oppression from her kith and kin, it made her go insane"

This latter part of this section is filled to the brim with complicated language so I’m not entirely sure but I think this might’ve been the intended meaning of the line. The official translators were probably struggling with the vocabulary too, so they cut out some stuff entirely, to be precise - the go insane part. It’s the bit I’m not certain about myself but I scoured Japanese dictionaries and that’s the meaning that seemed to be the best fit among the options.  

Anyway, to reiterate - the bit about the pregnancy actually says that the girl herself didn’t even know (couldn’t remember) how it came to be. The part about the relatives doesn’t mention friends, it’s actually a set phrase that means “one's relatives by blood and marriage (in blood and law); one's kith and kin” - I went here with the latter since it’s shorter and fits the overall vibe of the line.

“She would hold the corpse of the child and flee to a temple in the mountains. The temple was run by jujutsu sorcerers. However, her luck had run out."

⇒ “(...) However, this was when her luck run out”

Other than the nuance in the last line, this isn’t mistranslated but the whole section just flowed differently in the original and felt less disjointed.

Also! One of the scanlations I’ve seen had it misspelled as “Noshitori” but the evil sorcerer’s name is actually “Kamo Noritoshi” (and yes, it’s the same as the young Kamo but the “toshi” is written with different characters).

"The child born from a cursed spirit and human would become a prisoner of intellectual curiosity"

⇒ "His [Kamo Noritoshi's] intellectual curiosity would be taken captive by children born between a cursed spirit and a human"

Very much the other way around. It's very clear in the original that the subject of the sentence was Kamo's intellectual curiosity and not the child.

"Death painting wombs: numbers 1-3. Cursed objects worthy of special grade."

Closer to "cursed objects powerful enough to be classified as special grade"

"Did cursed energy originate from a mother's hatred? No..."

It's specified here as "did their cursed energy" instead (emphasis mine), and the question is actually left unanswered......................................................... So yeah, congrats on getting rid of this very intended ambiguity. It's something like "or was it maybe--"

[About cursed wombs]

"For 150 years, with only the notion of one another's existence, they would survive, sealed away"

⇒ "For 150 years, they endured the seal, relying only on one another's existence"

"The notion" just doesn't capture the sentiment of the line at all, which imo is most likely the follow-up to the narrator's musings about the origin of the death painting's immense cursed energy. (See above.)

"We're siding with that cursed spirit."

Actually "siding with them", read as "them" but written as "the cursed spirits" - probably plural as the original literally says "the side of the cursed spirits", so it possibly means cursed spirits as a whole as well, aside of Mahito and co specifically. Remember, the brothers are actually half-humans too. I explain in depth the “written as but read as” device in part IV 4/5 (ch. 48, Toudou’s “my friend” phenomenon).

"The future that the cursed spirits have painted is more suited for us. But that's it. Forget about what we owe for our freedom"

Not incorrect per se but Chousou actually says “forget the debt we owe them of our incarnation”, which would make it yet another instance where the official English release has cut out the term entirely. (Emphasis mine.)

[Nobara after stating that a technique that assures a win as long as it hits an opponent is indeed powerful]

"I'm a bad match for you!!"

Actually “the worst match [possible]” - more confidence in the line! 

[Nobara to the death painting brothers after using Resonance on herself thus redirecting their attack back at them]

"Let's play a game of chicken, shall we?"

The actual wording is “contest of endurance”, I’m not entirely sure if the two have the same connotation.

[part v (3/3)]

[scripts4dreamers]

I literally JUST sat down, pt. 1

Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

AN: Nuh uh, nope. Not this again. You did not sign up for this.  Characters: Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi. Pairings: Spencer Reid x reader Spoilers: None Warnings: Mentions of crime and violence, alcohol, eventual NSFW content

Prompt: After watching 7x07 “This episode is so scary man... Imagine just doing your job which is pretty morbid at times but oh well and then suddenly you have to go to this place where there's a lot of tornadoes and you're like well at least I'm inside and safe and then your boss is like "we gotta go right to these tornado places lol" and then you think "well that's scary but at least we have this handy dandy live map showing us exactly in real time where the tornadoes are so we'll be fine and then the internet is like "haha nope have fun dying in a tornado" 

- @pirateismywayofspeaking​ who is a literal genius.

This will be a multichapter piece! So lemme know if you want to be tagged in subsequent chapters. 

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Usually, when terrible things happen, people say the same few things: “I never thought it would happen to me! You never think something like this will happen to you until it does!”. You’d never really been that type of person. You were naturally cautious, and an ex FBI agent, you saw danger pretty much everywhere. You’d seen some of the worst things human beings could ever do to one another and, if you’d learned anything at all, it was that bad things happened everywhere and to pretty much everyone. There was nowhere that you could definitively say was safe from violent crime, but this was just ridiculous.

You looked around the ruined bookshop you’d poured the last year of your life into with a kind of detached sadness. Even before you opened the door, you could see the carnage. The shelves were upended, tables flipped, every vase in the building was smashed...except one. You sighed, stepping into the store, your eyes scanning the wreck with a practiced efficiency. No broken windows, the door was still locked when you’d arrived and your security cameras were blacked out, there were no signs of forced entry. If anything that made you more uneasy and, not for the first time since you’d left the bureau, you missed the weight of your gun against your hip. You crinkled your nose against the smell, the copper-iron of fresh blood that you were all too familiar with as you crept through your store.

“Son of a-fuck!” You swore loudly, cursing your luck as you took in the scene.

There was a body laid out in the middle of the Fiction aisle: face covered with a burlap sack, wrists and ankles bound with rope and blood seeping into the carpets you’d just had cleaned. Your training kicked in and you noticed, without meaning to, that the rest of the aisle was untouched. The shelves were upright, books in order, even the vase of white roses you’d put there the night before were all completely the way you’d left them. It was like he’d just completely bypassed the entire section.

Huh.

You looked up at the sky, “Really? Right now? You throw this at me, now? Unbelievable.”

There was a sinking feeling in the pit of your chest, along with a nervousness that you were telling yourself was irritation as you pulled out your phone. It had been a long while since you’d done this, but you still knew the number by heart.

“This is agent Jareau with the Behavioural Analysis Unit.”

“JJ, it’s me,” you said, “you’re not gonna believe this.”

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You sat in the ruins of your store until the cops arrived, wondering who exactly you had murdered in a past life to end up with this kind of luck. You gave your statement without much incident, directing CSU to the body and alerting the detective to the abnormalities you’d spotted.

JJ had promised to get the team on the case as quickly as she could, and you knew JJ tended to get exactly what she wanted in that regard, you just didn’t know how you felt about that. It had been over a year since you’d left the BAU, since you’d done one case too many and just got fed all the way up. It really wasn’t any deeper than that. One day you’d come home and found that you couldn’t sleep. It had all just become too much, so you packed up your stuff, tendered your resignation, and started over.

It had been hard at first, but now you owned a fairly successful bookstore with a little coffee shop where you sold good coffee, and homemade biscuits. And it was nice. You felt good, kinda. You definitely slept better at night. Your life was finally starting to feel normal and now this? A dead body just happens to appear in the center of your bookstore in just weird enough a way to warrant a call to the BAU? No, you’d seen too much to consider this a coincidence. Whether you liked it or not, you were about to get thrown back into your old life head first, the life you’d worked so hard to get some distance from. So why weren’t you more...upset?

“Y/L/N?” A familiar voice called.

“In here,” you answered, your voice raspy from disuse. You cleared your throat and pushed yourself up onto your feet, “I’m in here.” You tried again.

The figures who stepped in were painfully familiar and you couldn’t help the tired smile that slid onto your face, your eyes going directly to the blonde woman walking at the very front.

“Y/N!” She greeted, her voice dripping with relief as she pulled you into a hug, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, JJ,” you assured her as you broke apart, the rest of your old team filing in behind her.

She eyed you like she wasn’t sure, pressing her lips into a thin line as she looked around the trashed store. Derek Morgan swooped in behind her, giving you a second hug.

“Long time, Y/L/N,” he smiled.

You sighed, “Wish it was under better circumstances, Morgs, but I’m glad you guys are here.”

“Y/L/N,” Aaron Hotchner greeted, giving you a firm handshake.

“Thanks for coming, Hotch, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.” You admitted.

“No, you made the right call. The BAU has officially taken on the case. Reid, Prentiss and Rossi are coordinating with the local PD from our headquarters, the rest of us are here to help,” he said, pausing and meeting your eye, silently asking the question you’d been waiting all morning for.

“No sign of forced entry,” you started, “the front door was still locked from the outside when I arrived.” You walked him through the crime scene, glass crunching beneath your feet as you went, “It looks like someone sprayed black paint over the security cameras I had installed, everything’s been smashed but there’s no cash missing from the register. In fact, they barely touched the front desk at all.” You explained, “And this,” you gestured at the Fiction aisle, “is where I found the body.”

Morgan stepped forward and, just like that, the team moved like a well oiled machine.

“White male, looks like he’s between the ages of 19 and 27.” Morgan started.

“His wrists and ankles are bound, but it doesn’t look like he struggled against his restraints at all,” you cut in, without meaning to, crouching down beside the body, “it could mean he was tied up postmortem.”

“We’ll have to wait on the M.E’s report to know for sure,” Hotch agreed, “Y/L/N, can I talk to you?” You nodded and let him pull you aside. He glanced over your shoulder and lowered his voice, “I know you’re out and we can do this investigation without you-“

“But?” You probed.

The corners of Hotch’s mouth twitched, like he wanted to smile, “But, I would also welcome your help if you’re willing to give it. The team is still a man down and, something about this scene has me thinking-“

“That whoever did this isn’t finished,” you agreed, sighing as you ran your fingers through your hair.

Everything was so messed up in your head. You just wanted to go back to bed and start this day all over again. Hotch looked at you and you recognized his brand of quiet concern. It was familiar and comforting, and it helped you process your thoughts.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” you frowned, “yeah. Yeah, sure, I’ll come back.” Hotch smiled and you wagged a finger at him, “But just for this one case! After that I’m straight back to my boring normal person life, alright?”

“Of course,” he agreed, something almost mocking in his tone.

“I’m serious, Hotch, just one more case.”

“I’m agreeing with you!” He insisted, already walking back to the rest of the group.

But he wasn’t and, much to your chagrin, you felt the familiar rush of adrenaline as you turned back to the scene of the crime.

“Hotch, Y/L/N,” Morgan called, holding something in his gloved hand, “you’re gonna want to see this.”

“Here we go again,” you sighed.

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Walking back into the BAU had felt like stepping back in time. After you’d gotten everything you could from the crime scene there was nothing to do but brainstorm, but walking through those doors again...well, let’s say you hadn’t been prepared for how it would feel being back. For the most part, everyone had been glad to see you, especially Garcia, but you could tell that there were still some resentments bubbling under the surface. It made sense, the BAU survived by relying on one another, by acting like a family, and you’d left that family.

Still, there was a rhythm to this kind of work, a flow that was almost painfully easy to fall back into. You’d worked together for years after all, bouncing ideas off of one another like it was nothing and that kind of bond didn’t just go away.

“Admit it,” Derek teased, bumping your shoulder with his as you studied the evidence board, “you missed this.”

“I most certainly did not.”

“Oh you so did,” Spencer agreed, leaning against the table next to you and giving you a fond smile, “I’m sorry about the bookstore though, it was the only store in town with a proper selection of classics in their original languages.”

You shrugged, “I’ll get it up and running again soon enough, just as soon as we catch whoever did this.”

“Speaking of our UnSub, what do you think the relevance of him leaving the body in the fiction section is?” Spencer asked.

“Maybe he’s trying to say that this is some kind of fairytale?” Prentiss suggested, “Like he’s trying to draw us into his story?”

“Maybe, but this has gotta be more personal than that, right?” Morgan said, “I mean, this isn’t some body in an alley, it was dumped in an FBI agent’s coffee shop.”

“Ex agent,” you corrected.

“Sure thing, Princess,” Morgan teased.

“Why does everyone keep talking like that?” You asked.

“Because you leaving is ridiculous. You love this job,” He replied simply, “you’ve always loved this job.”

You opened your mouth to respond but, before you could, you heard the clacking of heels against the marble floor.

“Um, guys?” Garcia said, coming into the bullpen with a stormy look on her face, “we just got word from the officer who went to Y/N’s apartment.”

“And?” You asked nervously.

“They found something,”

“Another body?” Prentiss asked.

“No, weirder, a letter and what looks like a smiley face drawn on the wall in blood.” She said, pressing a button to display the new crime scene photos on the big screen.

Your heart froze in your chest.

There it was; a crude smiley face drawn right above your headboard and a crisp white envelope resting against your pillow. He’d made your bed too, some small part of your mind noted. How polite. Instinctively, you crossed your arms over your chest as you were hit with a mixture of panic and disgust.

“Of course,” you sighed, “of course there is. Why wouldn’t there be? It’s been that kind of day.”

“Do we know what the letter says?” Morgan asked.

Garcia nodded, “And it’s a doozy. The letter contains a poem written with letters cut out from magazines and newspapers. It reads:

Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part.

Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;

And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart,

That thus so cleanly I myself can free.

Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows,

And when we meet at any time again,

Be it not seen in either of our brows

That we one jot of former love retain …”

You could feel your friends staring and you tried to keep your face as neutral as possible. Your skin felt like it was on fire, and you could hear the blood pounding in your ears as you thought of a murderer setting foot in your space; him touching your bed, running his hands over the photos on your nightstand, defiling your possessions with his presence. You’d never felt so vulnerable and exposed, and bile rose up in your stomach like your body was physically rejecting the whole thing. Distantly you heard Prentiss and Morgan discussing theories, and you felt one pair of warm brown eyes staring into the side of your head.

Suddenly, you didn’t feel like joking around anymore.

“Sorry,” you muttered, standing up and striding out of the room without looking back, “I need some air.”

You were so angry by the time you made it out into the courtyard that you’d balled your hands into fists and your breath was coming out in short little bursts. Hot tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and your chest felt painfully tight.

“Y/N?” You heard Spencer ask.

You sniffed, wiping your face quickly, “Reid, hi. Sorry, I just-“ you let out a slow breath, “I needed a break.”

He nodded like he understood, tucking his hands into his pockets as he stepped towards you. You wanted to tell him to go away, to head back inside and leave you the hell alone, but the words wouldn’t come.

It had always been like this with Spencer. No matter how hard you tried to be tough and brave and put together, he saw right through you and broke down your defenses. At one point, he’d been the closest thing to family you’d ever had, in fact you thought you might…..

Well, it didn’t matter now. Over the last year things had changed, you’d grown apart. It happened, but the fondness was still there, and the trust, and those damn eyes.

“I get it, Y/N, I can't even imagine what this whole thing must be like for you,” he said, “having your home be violated like that….and the store?” He shook his head, “I know how hard you worked setting that place up.”

Your bottom lip trembled and, for the first time that day, you let yourself feel afraid as tears slipped down your cheeks.

You shook your head, “You know, when I saw the glass all over the floor, and all the books….I just felt tired, like bone tired. I wasn’t scared of that, but now?” You paused, glancing up at Spencer, as a tear slid down your cheek, “He was in my home, Spencer. He made my bed before he left, he wrote me a letter.”

Spencer worked his jaw and hesitantly reached out, touching your shoulder gently.

“We’ll catch him, Y/N/N, we always do.” He promised.

“And until then?” You asked, “Do I just pretend it never happened? Go home and act like it’s all okay?”

“No,” another voice cut in from behind you, “you rely on us. We’ll take care of you,” Morgan explained.

“Yeah,” Garcia agreed, her big blue eyes clinging to yours, “We’ve talked about it already. You’ll take turns staying with each of us a few nights a week and then, on the weekends, we’ll all stay with Rossi to go over the case. And we’ll spend every free moment tracking this son of a bitch down for you.”

Emily nodded and, for the first time since you had opened your store that morning, you felt your chest swell with something a little like hope. You knew the BAU was special, you knew that the bonds you’d formed over the years were damn near unbreakable, but this? This was too much. Seeing your friends rally around you when you needed them most just reminded you how much you loved them, and how much they still loved you. Even now. Spencer gave your shoulder a squeeze and you smiled back at him.

“I really missed you guys,” you said with a watery laugh.

Penelope crooned and threw her arms around your neck, pulling you into a familiarly bone-crushing hug.

“We missed you too, Sugar Plum,” she promised.

“Really?”

“Hell yeah!” Morgan smiled, joining Penelope’s hug.

“You know we did,” Emily agreed, ruffling your hair and pulling herself in close.

Your eyes found Spencer where he was standing just outside of the group hug, both hands in his pockets and a sad smile on his face. You pressed your lips together and, in response, he nodded.

“We missed you,” he said softly and then, as the hug broke up and you allude your way back inside, even softer, “we still do.”

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COERCION AND HAVEN

Chapter - 7 : FOR ONCE

Pairing: (dark) Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning(s):  MCU spoilers; Slowburn;  Stalking; Obsession; Non - con; Dubious content; Kidnapping; Sexual themes; Strictly 18+; Somnophilia; Manipulation; Any more required warnings will be added in the upcoming chapters.

*****

Series Masterlist

*****

She’s dying. Scratch that. She’s almost dead. There’s this pounding in her head that was intolerable. It was unbearable. She groaned when she opened her eyes. The room was too bright when she opened her eyes, making her close them again and groan. Heaving out a huff, she rolled to her side with great difficulty and incoordination. But doing that made pain shoot up her body from her right ankle making her whimper loudly, her eyes now wide open. Not putting pressure on her right side, she slowly sat up, leaning against the headboard. The fluffy comforter now covering her from her waist down. 

She looked down at her hands, but her eyes landed on what she’s wearing. A plain shirt that was big for her, which was also definitely not hers. Her head immediately shot up, taking in her surroundings. She was definitely not in her house and that didn’t settle well with her. That was not her apartment and those were not her clothes. She immediately swiped the comforter off of her, to her side, revealing her lower body. She was not wearing anything but that plain white t-shirt and her panties and her ankle was wrapped in a compression bandage. 

What the fuck happened to me? She thought. 

She climbed off the bed and as soon as she did that, her right ankle screamed pain.  

She let out a whimper again and slowly made her way towards the nearby window which was to the side of the bed, a few feet away from it. The room she was in was massive and she limped towards the window, trying her best not to put any pressure on her right leg. 

Looking out of the window, she frowned seeing nothing but what appears to be a lake and then a lot of trees on the hillside spread before her. It appears as if the house she’s in had no neighbors for miles and miles to go. 

Just then, the door of the bedroom opened, making her whip her head at that direction. 

*****

To say that Steve was not exhausted with everything that happened would be the understatement of the decade. First, he brought his girl to their house, planning to keep her there. He knew he would have to trick and persuade her to be there and once they both are settled and she’s “ready” to meet the outside world with, they’ll do it together. Next the headache he got from Bucky and Natasha after they learnt that he beat the crap out of that asshole who was forcing himself on someone who is definitely “taken”. After the asshole collapsed, borderline died after Steve beat the crap out of him while his girl was getting the drugs flushed out of her system, thanks to Bruce.

Naturally, the whole gang found out from Steve and Tony about who Y/N was and what were Steve’s intentions for her when they rushed her into the compound while dragging that insult of a man along with them. They were reluctant at first, but with a lot of persuasion from Tony and Steve himself, Nat was the first one to cave in. Steve deserved to be happy. All of them do. And if Steve’s happiness is relied on Y/N, then so be it. That’s what Nat told them. Wanda was the first one who said that she likes Y/N, having spent the time with an unconscious Y/N while Bruce worked on the overdose. Yeah, the asshole that Steve found with Y/N, outside the bar slightly overdosed her.

That lead to another round of Steve beating the crap out of the already unconscious guy. Bucky and Sam had to hold Steve back from killing him. Thankfully, Bruce then announced that he was able to flush out the drugs from Y/N’s system and she is stable. But he insisted on keeping her under observation for the night, just in case and Steve spent every minute with her. 

The following morning he took drove an unconscious Y/N to his - their house. When they reached the place, Steve carried her upstairs into their room and mentally thanked Tony for keeping everything ready and later verbally thanked him through a phone call.

But not before changing her clothes. Oh, that was the fun part. He was quick to get rid of the dress off of her body but kept it as a sentiment rather than ripping it off of her. The black sequined mini dress though covered her modestly, hugged her in all the right places.

But when he removed her dress - gosh- he was in for a treat. Though he had seen her naked, multiple times before through the cams he has installed in her flat, he wasn’t ready for what he saw in person. 

Steve Rogers had been with women before. But he wasn’t prepared for the beauty that was Y/N. His eyes darkened as he eyed the subtle rise and fall of her chest. His hand lifted without his own accord and he traced the side of her breast with his knuckle. He then gently gripped the breast, palming and caressing it gently while he leaned towards her face and kissed her softly.

Her lips were soft against his own and one kiss was not enough for him. He kissed her again and again and again. When he finally stopped kissing her, he gazed at her lovingly and trailed his hand down her chest to her soft stomach. 

His hand trailed further down and he cupped her clothed pussy. The white cotton panties working as a barrier between her warm folds and the heat of his hand. His finger rubbing circles on her covered folds and there was a shift in her breathing, making him smile and kiss her cheek. He crawled down her body till he was looking directly at her womanhood which was covered of course. He then ran his nose through it, breathing in the scent of her and suddenly jerked himself away from her and climbed off the bed, standing up.

As much as he wanted to take her right then, he’d rather do that when she’s awake. With that, he quickly dressed her in one of his shirts and walked out of the room, with his phone in hand to talk to Tony.

*****

The door opened slowly and Y/N didn’t know how she should feel when she saw Steve walking inside. Last time she saw him, he told her that he was going on a mission and might take a few days to return. But she had no recollection of seeing him after that. The last memory she had was going out with one of her old college friend to the club as a “girls’ night”, who then ditched her when she met a guy, leaving Y/N to fend for herself and leave the club. Events that happened after that are blurry and confusing.

Steve smiled seeing her standing by the window.

“Oh, you’re awake doll. Thought you wouldn’t wake up for a few more hours or so” he said.

She turned around completely to face him with a frown etched on her face.

“Steve...” she trailed off.

“What- where...?” she said, having no idea of what to ask.

Noticing that she was hyperventilating, he was quick to walk towards her. He cupped her face with his palms, making her look at him.

“Ssh doll. Deep breaths. Deep breaths doll” he told her softly. 

She slowly complied, her breathing slowly going back to normal.

Looking at him. she slowly asked “What happened Steve?”

Looking down at her, he tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear and asked “What’s the last thing you remember?”

She thought about it. Really thought about it, but then she reached a block, making her freak out which didn’t go unnoticed by him. He was quick to pull her out of it.

“Don’t freak out doll. Just tell me what you remember” he told her, his hands holding her arms.

“I... went out with a friend from college.... To a club... She then went off with this guy after we had some drinks. I think I didn’t feel well and didn’t want to stay there anymore and left the club... I don’t remember what happened after that.....” she said, looking at his face.

Steve nodded his head.

“That asshole must have spiked your drinks. I came back from the mission and was in the area when I heard something and when I went there, he had you cornered outside the club, in an alley near it. You sprained your ankle and fainted in my arms. We have that asshole with us now. He’s under investigation. You on the other hand were....” he trailed off with a sigh.

“He overdosed you, that prick. Thankfully, Banner was able to flush the drugs out of your system and said that you might experience some memory loss. Headaches and all that is common but you’ll be fine in a few hours. The sprain might take a week or more to heal. You shouldn’t strain yourself. Banner said that you should take complete rest till your ankle heals” Steve told her.

Y/N was silent for a moment, processing what he said. She then looked down at what she’s wearing and frowned. Steve immediately caught onto it while she tugged the hem of the shirt down, trying to be as modest as possible. Oh, he don’t mind. He’d rather she didn’t wear anything, but he can take it slow.

“Your dress was.... Nat thought you wouldn’t be comfortable in that. She changed it for you. You were unconscious” He lied.

She stayed silent. Not everyone gets her dress changed by Black Widow. Oh well. At least it’s not Steve or some other man is what she thought.

“Where are we?” she said looking at him and at their surroundings.

“My house. I thought you’d be overwhelmed if I left you in the tower, so I brought you here with me. Plus, you’ll be able to take some more rest here, rather than being anywhere else” Steve told her.

“Steve, I can’t- I can’t just stay here. I-it’s not okay. I can’t. I have a job Steve. Two jobs. I can’t just stay here and rest. I don’t want to impose on you” she rambled.

“Doll, really, I don’t mind having you here” he told her, but she wasn’t listening.

“No Steve! I can’t, it’s just not okay. I’ll lose my jobs!” she started getting frantic, looking around freaking out.

She couldn’t pay the bills, can’t provide herself, wouldn’t have a roof over her head if she’s jobless.

Steve sighed and grabbed her arms, pulling her into him, wrapping an arm around her waist while the other was on the back of her head. The sudden movement made her eyes wide in alert, but made her quiet. Her head over his chest, listening to the soft thuds of his heart while she froze in his arms.

“You’re going to be fine, doll. You won’t be losing your jobs. I’ll speak to your managers, or bosses or whoever they are. You’re gonna be fine. It’s important to take care of yourself first. And you’re not imposing yourself on me. I like having you around. I know you’ve been taking care of yourself since a long time. For once, let me take care of you. I know this might feel strange for you after looking out for yourself for so long, but for once let me take care of you. Everything’s going to be just fine. You’re gonna be okay” Steve told her softly, cooing at her, gently caressing her back and the back of her head while she swallowed down the lump in her throat that she didn’t know had been there.

Tears pooled in her eyes, but they didn’t leave her eyes. She nodded slowly, closing her eyes.

“Okay” her whisper was low.

And  all the while, Steve kept caressing the back of her head and her back. Steve was sure of one thing though. He was never letting her go. Never.

[tabloidtoc]

National Enquirer, April 5

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Cover: Meghan Markle's secret psych analysis

Page 2: Heather Locklear has put on a lot of weight since she got out of rehab last fall -- she looks to be carrying 170 pounds on her five-foot-five frame and she looks to have gained 35 pounds

Page 3: Miranda Lambert has taken another swipe at ex Blake Shelton and Gwen Stefani by dissing their upcoming nuptials -- Miranda has been urging mutual friends to skip the wedding and she's got everyone in Nashville and beyond all riled up and either you're Team Miranda or you're Team Blake, and if you're with him you can forget about being friends with her and she's forcing people to choose sides and she'll have no qualms cutting off anyone who attends Blake's wedding

Page 4: Alex Rodriguez struck out with fiancee Jennifer Lopez after she discovered his hot-and-heavy direct messages to a long string of women -- their four-year romance went foul after Southern Charm's Madison LeCroy publicly admitted she'd been in touch with A-Rod and Jennifer found out he'd reached out to other beauties through social media and Jennifer had had enough

* Concerned mom Jennifer Garner is struggling to cement her relationship with daughter Violet now that the 15-year-old is barreling through the turbulent teens -- Jennifer said the heartbreak is just that she's growing up at all and it's heartbreaking for the mom and for the teenager, needing to have that kind of severing of this baby-mama tie

Page 5: Chris Brown's spacey social media posts about aliens have close pals concerned about the R&B crooner, including his once-battered ex Rihanna -- Chris is obsessed with conspiracy theories and all things supernatural

Page 6: Disgraced Felicity Huffman is fuming about scuffling for plum parts while rumors swirl fellow felon Lori Loughlin has already been invited back into her old TV series and Felicity can't understand why she is being forced to go through the whole audition process while Lori seems to be welcomed back with open arms -- though she hates to do it, Felicity feels the only way she can get attention is to do a tell-all interview about her humiliating part in the scandal -- Felicity has scored a part in the ABC pilot Sacramento River Cats, though there is no guarantee the project will make it onto the air, but insiders and fans of the hit Hallmark series When Calls the Heart have all been filling the internet with talk of Lori's rumored return -- Felicity believes the only way to get public sympathy is to spill her guts, even though all she wants is put the scandal far behind her

Page 8: Stressed Tonight Show host Jimmy Fallon has been packing on the pounds as his talk show continues to battle with Stephen Colbert's Late Show and Jimmy Kimmel Live in the late-night ratings and Jimmy has been partying and pigging out to find any comfort he can as Tonight continues to trail the field in total viewers and Jimmy is over 200 pounds for the first time in his life and it's because he's overindulging to compensate for the show's struggles and Jimmy and the gym do not mix even though he had a full fitness center installed at his New York apartment years ago

* Debilitated diva Liza Minnelli's 75th birthday party turned into a disaster when her frail physical condition alarmed friends -- celebrity pals also joined a virtual bash for the legend, even though Liza insisted she didn't want a big fuss and Liza's manager threw the small dinner party on her birthday and about eight people, including Joan Collins, attended in person and several other friends, including Barbra Streisand, recorded video messages and performances for Liza but before the party, Liza was in such bad shape she told friends that she didn't want to participate or be seen on camera -- in the end, Liza, who's undergone multiple surgeries and struggled with substance abuse for years, agreed to join the gathering at the L.A. home of her longtime protege Michael Feinstein and Liza sang but she didn't look well and her voice is shot to pieces and she was propped up in a chair and barely moved from it because she can't walk well anymore and during a live chat during the party the hashtag #FreeLiza started to pop up and not everyone meant it as a joke and there's a feeling certain people have taken over her life and longtime friends have been frozen out and they fear she'll never appear in public again and they won't see her again before she dies -- when friends saw the videos the next day they were upset and very worried, saying Liza really appears to have declined

Page 9: Angelina Jolie has fired a shocking new salvo against ex Brad Pitt over custody of their five youngest children and her latest court documents allege domestic violence and even worse, some of the nearly dozen papers Angie just filed offer up a few of the kids to testify against their dad and Angie is now claiming she can offer proof and authority of domestic violence but Brad's lawyers are expected to respond with a vehement denial -- with the newest court filings, all of which are sealed, Angie is determined to get full custody of the kids and Angelina has fought tooth and nail to get what she wants in this divorce and when it comes to her kids she won't back down

Page 10: Hot Shots -- Farrah Abraham in a bikini, 50 Cent chased away his thirst with a drink at an Atlanta eatery, Natasha Lyonne of Russian Doll was on her game while playing chess on the NYC set, Selma Blair met up with a pal in Studio City, Reggie Bush showed he's still in fine form during a Mexican vacay

Page 11: Gwyneth Paltrow isn't above using a little goop to smooth out the age lines -- the lifestyle guru recently admitted to resorting to a teeny drop of Xeomin, which claims to be a uniquely purified choice for frown lines, to help her look less pissed off but she also admitted her history with fillers hasn't always been happy and she had a midlife crisis when she turned 40 and she went to see this doctor and it was a disaster and she was bruised and her forehead was completely frozen and she didn't look like herself at all -- she also admitted she believes there is still a lot of shame around surgery or injectables or fillers and it's like admitting a vulnerability -- she said she thinks aging is hard and when you see your face start to change, you don't necessarily feel your most beautiful, externally, but the irony is it's that time in your life when you actually really like yourself and love yourself

* Wendy Williams' handpicked hunk Mike Esterman has better buckle up because the daytime diva has already mapped out their future, and he's in for a wild ride -- Wendy boasted she chose her Maryland-based beau after receiving hundreds of submissions to her Date Wendy segment, but she's aiming to renovate the contractor and it's all about image, stylists and bodyguards for Wendy right now and she's already got a reality show in the works for them, a TV crew and photographers trailing them everywhere and his-and-her makeovers too -- she's gone from zero to 60 with this guy in a matter of days

Page 12: Straight Shuter gossip column -- Miley Cyrus is going country after her last two albums tanked -- Miley offended her core audience with her outrageous behavior and punk sound and she's signed with a new record label and the plan is to reintroduce her to the country audience that loved her dad, Billy Ray Cyrus, and once loved her -- Miley's behavior has overshadowed her talent for years and her new team will guide Miley back to her roots in the world of country and finding the right sound should be easy but can Miley find the right behavior

* Gayle King owes her glow on CBS This Morning to a new makeup artist and after being tended to by a fill-in makeup artist and told she looked better than ever, Gayle quietly dismissed her longtime makeup man but there's an unspoken code of ethics in the pro makeup world that if you're asked to replace a longtime client's makeup person, the appropriate answer is no

* The Sex and the City reboot isn't all cosmos and roses -- Sarah Jessica Parker was the show's executive producer, giving her much more power than her co-stars, but Cynthia Nixon and Kristin Davis will also executive produce the reboot and there's already tension -- sharing power is hard for anyone who's been the boss for years and it isn't one big happy family

* Rachel Brosnahan gets some puppy love on the set of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (picture)

Page 13: The knives are out for self-appointed queen bee of The Talk Sharon Osbourne after she was exposed as TV's meanest host -- the salty motormouth has been accused of a barrage of racist and anti-gay zingers, forcing the gabfest to go on hiatus while CBS investigates the claims -- former host Leah Remini claimed Sharon would frequently refer to then-co-host Julie Chen, who is Chinese American, as 'wonton' and 'slanty eyes' and Sharon also reportedly referred to her out lesbian co-host Sara Gilbert as 'p--sy licker' and 'fish eater' -- in a tweet, Holly Robinson Peete implied Sharon's racist comments led to her leaving the show -- Sharon also chased Marie Osmond on the show last fall and tried to take it over after Julie Chen quit in 2018 -- Sharon has denied all claims against her -- Sharon's big personality is central to The Talk, but some of these allegations, although none have yet been proven, are the kind of remarks that could be career-ending

Page 14: Crime

Page 16: Demi Lovato's shocking admission that she continues to puff pot and swill booze after multiple rehab stints and a near-fatal drug overdose has pals and addiction experts convinced the singer is courting disaster -- she dropped the bombshell in a recent interview and claimed indulging in those vices has helped her fend off more serious addictions and the chronic depression that has dogged her entire life -- Demi came very close to dying three years ago after she overdosed on opioids and it triggered three stokes and a heart attack, and a lot of people were terrified she would never recover and her friends are convinced she's put herself right back on the same self-destructive path -- Demi claimed she was sexually assaulted by her dealer on the day of her almost-fatal OD and when her assistant found her unconscious and surrounded by vomit following the wild binge, she was naked and she was blue and she was left for dead and she had unknowingly taken heroin that was laced with the powerful drug fentanyl

Page 17: Devastated Lisa Marie Presley is finding comfort in the arms of her first husband, Danny Keough, after their son Benjamin Keough's suicide -- Danny has given her a shoulder to cry on and he's the only one who can understand the despair she feels after losing Benjamin -- Lisa Marie has been inconsolable since Benjamin died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound and she's moved in with Danny in Woodland Hills, California and she's also struggled with substance abuse and the stress of an ongoing divorce battle from fourth husband Michael Lockwood -- although her marriage to Danny ended in 1994, he's remained close to the family, working as a driver and handyman for their actress daughter, Riley Keough and Riley couldn't be happier that her dad has been so helpful to her mother and it's taking a full team to keep Lisa Marie together and Danny was definitely proven he's still on her team

* The sudden death of Bobby Brown Jr. remains shrouded in mystery as the 28-year-old's autopsy report was placed on a security hold following a request from the LAPD -- the namesake son of Bobby Brown and his ex-girlfriend Kim Ward lived with his famous father in Encino, California, where the singer found him responsive -- Bobby Jr. has been doing drugs with pals and insiders suspected he was deliberately dosed with a fatal cocktail of booze, cocaine and painkillers

Page 18: American Life

Page 19: Tina Turner is using a new documentary about her life as a final farewell to fans after the R&B icon was rocked by a string of physical and mental health woes including the crippling effects of a 2013 stroke -- the eye-opening documentary Tina is a love letter to her millions of supporters and the punctuation mark to a life defined by startling professional success and heartbreaking personal catastrophes -- Tina admitted she's had an abusive life but at a certain stage forgiveness takes over -- in the documentary Tina confessed she suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder and has frightening flashbacks of being savagely beaten throughout her hellish 16-year marriage to the late Ike Turner and Tina's current husband, German music producer Erwin Bach, even compared his spouse to a shell-shocked soldier -- more recently, Tina has been battered by health crises after suffering a stroke in 2013 and being diagnosed with intestinal cancer three years later, mere months before her kidneys failed and Erwin donated one of his own to save her life -- Tina knows the end is near and this film is truly her last encore

Page 20: Match Game -- a round up of male and female celebs who look astonishingly similar, despite their opposite genders -- Sophie Turner and Boy George, Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber, Timothee Chalamet and Natalia Dyer, Tom Cruise and Tig Notaro

Page 21: Melissa McCarthy and Ricky Gervais, Eva Marcille and Terrence Howard, Bret Michaels and Fergie, Josh Hartnett and Clea DuVall

Page 22: Katy Perry sparked rumors she had finally taken the plunge with longtime love Orlando Bloom after she was seen sporting a suspicious gold band on her left ring finger while vacationing in Hawaii

* Scott Disick has confessed baby mama Kourtney Kardashian is the reason his relationships fail -- the reality TV slacker revealed his now ex-girlfriend Sofia Richie felt neglected because he spent more time with Kourtney and their three kids, saying it's definitely not easy that they see each other, work together and are friends but he's always been clear that his priority has been his kids and he even put it out there that taking care of Kourtney is one of his priorities

Page 26: Reality star fixer-uppers Jonathan and Drew Scott are sweating bullets over a lawsuit filed against their Property Brothers show by unhappy clients and the stress over the scandal is wreaking havoc with their personal lives -- Las Vegas couple Mindy and Paul King filed suit against Cineflix, the company that producers Property Brothers, and Villa Construction, a local contracting company, alleging they did a shoddy job repairing their home after the couple forked over $193,000 for renovations -- though the twin brothers aren't named in the lawsuit, they were concerned it could smear their reputations and upset their ladyloves -- Jonathan is close to marriage with actress Zooey Deschanel and Drew is wed to Linda Phan, who is the creative director for their company, Scott Brothers Entertainment -- they're both mortified by these allegations and they don't know what to tell Zooey and Linda, other than they will be cleared when the truth comes out but they're terrified that the bad press could derail the show -- Paul and Mindy answered a 2018 casting call and said they were assured all the work would be HGTV quality but Paul said that the place looks good from afar, but it's far from good and the Kings griped to the Nevada State Contractors Board, citing more than 90 complaints with the work ranging from unmatched baseboards to potential hazards -- as the case plays out, the brothers have been rattled by the controversy and they are stressed that this very public case is calling their work into question and there's a fear more people will come forward with similar charges

Page 28: Cover Story -- a top-secret psychological profile of Prince Harry's wife Meghan Markle paints the former actress as a mentally unstable ticking time bomb who couldn't cope with playing second fiddle to senior royals -- the explosive evaluation unmasks Meghan as a pathological liar and bipolar narcissist with histrionic personality disorder but the jaw-dropping findings about Meghan, who's pregnant with a sister for son Archie, don't surprise palace sources as Meghan's tears, tantrums and extreme mood swings had staffers terrified what she could do or say next and she was consumed with ambition and jealousy -- she married Harry expecting to be the royal superstar, but instead learned she'd always be second to his brother Prince William's wife, Duchess Kate and Meghan couldn't stand that she and Harry would always be in their shadow and wanted to destroy her in-laws but no one expected her to lob a nuclear grenade into her husband's family in a no-holds-barred TV special

Page 32: Health Watch

Page 34: Cara Delevingne confessed she used to be disgusted by same-sex relationships and was suicidal before coming to terms with her sexuality -- the model, who has dated actresses Michelle Rodriguez and Ashley Benson and singer St. Vincent, said she was trapped in a dark place and afraid before she publicly admitted to liking members of the same sex -- she said she grew up in an old-fashioned household and she didn't know anyone who was gay and she didn't know that was a thing and growing up she wasn't knowledgeable of the fact she was homophobic and she continued that the idea of being with same-sex partners, she was disgusted by that, in herself -- Cara, who identifies as pansexual, explained her sexual orientation is constantly changing and added she was so unhappy and she wasn't following her truth, that whole thing of having to fit into the box, she's an androgynous person

* Don McLean wants his decades-younger girlfriend to have the wedding of her dreams and he's set aside $1 million for the big day -- the American Pie singer has been dating model Paris Dylan for five years after an ugly divorce from second wife Patrisha Shnier -- Paris is totally unconcerned by the enormous age gap between the 75-year-old singer and 27-year-old model and wants to spend the rest of their lives together -- Don's going all out making sure she has the wedding that's fit for a princess and he's spending an absolute fortune, giving Paris the best of the best in terms of the venue and the food and the one-of-a-kind dress and Don's given her carte blanche to plan it however she wants, and people are expecting a seriously over-the-top affair

Page 36: Singer Andra Day turned to method acting to play jazz icon Billie Holiday, and it's paid off with an Oscar nomination -- Andra revealed she dropped 39 pounds and took up drinking and smoking to prep for the title role in the biopic The United States vs. Billie Holiday -- Andra doesn't recommend smoking and drinking, but she did it because she was just desperate for her first role -- Andra, famed for writing and performing the song Rise Up, also sings in the movie as Holiday, and changed her singing voice to reflect the music legend's pain

* Hollywood Hookups -- MTV reality stars Jenna Compono and Zach Nichols secretly tied the knot and their first child is due in August, Larsa Pippen is dating Myles Kronman, Ashley Jacobs and Mike Appel engaged

Page 38: Cindy Crawford said posing for Playboy was a snap compared to acting in movies -- Cindy said she really regrets starring in the 1995 bomb Fair Game, where she played a lawyer fighting a former KGB spy -- she said she never wanted to be an actor, but a producer begged her and he kept upping the price until she thought she'd be an idiot to say no, but she should have said no, or prepared herself better -- the experience taught her she's very comfortable in front of a camera, but only when she's being herself

* Former American Idol judge Randy Jackson is half the man he used to be and he couldn't be happier about it -- Randy has dropped a whopping 130 pounds to head off potentially deadly effects of his type 2 diabetes and did it in the healthiest ways -- he wrote in his book Body with Soul, it's a curse to be saddled with a disease that's life-threatening, but it's a blessing to get that huge wake-up call -- Randy admitted to crushing the scale at 358 pounds before getting gastric bypass in 2003 but now exercises and eats right and he's ditched sugar and gluten and he wants to be an example for other obese folks and show them they can get healthy and stay that way

Page 40: Tom Brady did an end run around fuming wife Gisele Bundchen by signing a four-year contract extension with his new Tampa Bay Buccaneers team after winning the Super Bowl -- the 43-year-old quarterback promised Gisele he would hang up his cleats after the upcoming season since winning last year's championship but changed his mind after snagging his record seventh NFL title with the Bucs -- Gisele is both angry and astonished because they had spoken about him finally settling down to be a full-time father and husband, but he can't stop chasing glory on the field and Gisele was stunned by his decision to re-up for another four years while the two were discussing expanding their brood and they had planned to have another child after buying their dream house on Indian Creek Island in Miami and they were even drawing plans for a nursery, and now that Tom's done a complete turnaround, everything is up in the air; it's caused some serious tension in their marriage

Page 42: Red Carpet -- Grammy Awards -- Billie Eilish, Megan Thee Stallion, Dua Lipa, Noah Cyrus, Lizzo, Taylor Swift

[newtafterdark]

Taste of Metal - Chapter 11: A Closet Full of Memories AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26157634/chapters/66510040 What if the overwhelming VR experience Gordon went through, had a deeper purpose than just being a simple simulation & a freelance debug job for him?But most importantly- what if Gordon Freeman listens to Metal & used to be in a band? aka. the “Metalhead Gordon AU”

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“Okay, run this by me one more time, so I can be 100% sure this won’t wreck my apartment beyond all recognition.”

 Gordon stood beside Tommy, the papers G-Man had given him days prior in his hand.

 “W-Well, we just need to find something in your apartment that can be accessed through a door or something similar… a-and then Benrey and I can start working on the pocket dimension inside it! It is completely safe for everything a-and everyone outside of the pocket dimension, I promise!”

Earlier, Tommy had sat down the entire Science Team to explain what the papers were that G-Man had given to Gordon a few days prior.

 As it was clear that their entire group that they only felt safe when all of them were in close proximity to each other, so finding a way to have them all live comfortably closeby was really the only option that could work for them in the long run. 

 Apparently, in G-Man’s mind, that meant that some part of Gordon’s apartment would become the entryway to pocket space. Which in turn would basically be an extension of the apartment where the other members of the Science Team could create rooms and spaces as they pleased.

 “So… if something goes haywire in there, like an explosion-”

 “- it wouldn’t affect your apartment!”, Tommy confirmed.

 Gordon ran his hand through his hair in thought. This… didn’t seem like a too bad idea in all honesty, but he couldn’t help worry about the Science Team’s track record of somehow even turning the best ideas into pure chaos. 

 Eventually, he sighed and gave Tommy a nod, giving the papers to him and putting his hand on the taller man’s shoulder for emphasis.

 “Alright. I will trust you with this. Just… please make sure it’s absolutely safe for everyone? And my apartment walls? This is drywall, man, not Black Mesa’s almost laser-proof tiles.”

 Tommy beamed at him, bouncing on his heels in excitement-

“I will not only make sure this is OSHA-approved but also Science Team proved!”

 Gordon smiled softly up at him, patting his shoulder gently-

“Tommy, you’re a godsend. I honestly don’t know where I’d be without you, bud.”

A quick search for a fitting area later, they decided that Gordon’s storage closet would be the best option. 

 For one, it wouldn’t look suspicious to his landlord. Additionally, should they ever decide to move elsewhere, they could simply take the closet with them and avoid whatever having to “de-install” a pocket dimension entailed.

 The only thing they had to do at this point was simply emptying out the closet before they got to work.

 Gordon carefully opened the doors and assessed the situation with a hum and furrowed brows. There were some things he would have to find new places for… and a lot of stuff he’d probably just bring to nearby thrift stores and the local Goodwill.

 He almost jumped as he felt Benrey lift his arm and poke his head through under it to catch a glimpse at the closet contents as well.

 “Oh, nosey much?”, Gordon asked with a smirk, looking down at the guard.

 “Gotta make sure you don’t- uh, steal anything.”

 “From my own closet?”

 “Yeah, ‘cause that looks like quality loot to me. Lots of mystery boxes. Minecraft Lucky Blocks.”, Benrey said with a nod.

 “Oh, those? That’s mainly stuff from my MIT days. Lecture folders and all that-”

 Gordon pushed the leather jackets and winter coats on the rack aside to give Benrey a better view and access as he motioned at him to help him carry the boxes into the living room. 

 “- but I guess there’s also a lot of B.V.R. stuff in here too...”, Gordon added.

 Darnold, who was currently watering Gordon’s (only slightly) neglected house plants, turned towards them with a questioning look on his face. He quickly walked over to where Benrey placed the stack of boxes on the floor, the plants forgotten for now.

“B.V.R…? What does that stand for?”, he asked.

 Gordon smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. 

 “Remember when I said that I didn’t really get to tell you guys much about my interests during the simulation? Well… uh, this is one of them. The biggest, honestly...”

 Benrey picked up the box on the top of the stack and looked it over. It appeared to be an old and worn shoe box. It was covered in what seemed to be stickers of band logos he had seen around the apartment already… aside from the ones that read “BVR” and-

 “...”Black… Velvet Rabbits”...”, he read off the box. Suddenly, it was if someone had finally figured out which way the battery went into his brain to activate a thought process, as he connected the dots. 

 Gordon liked music, judging by all the countless band posters on the walls, even if he had yet to share what their tunes sounded like. 

 Gordon could play different types of guitars. 

 Gordon also had said that he hadn’t played on any of them “in a while”.

 And now this old box was exclusively covered in band stickers-

Benrey's head snapped up un-naturally fast to stare at Gordon with wide eyes. 

 “Yoooo… Gordo was in a band? Gordon... Musicman?”, he whispered out in a slightly unbelieving tone.

 Before Gordon could even attempt a reply, Bubby yelled from his spot on the couch-

“WHAT?! NO! Now you’re just bullshitting us!”

 “That would be several big boxes full of bullshit, dear!”, Dr Coomer countered as he looked at the stack in question from the doorframe to the kitchen.

 “What are we yelling about?”, Tommy threw in as he opened the door to the balcony from the outside, looking in with Sunkist and a peacefully sleeping Joshua in his free arm.

 Gordon let out a nervous chuckle at the entire scene-

“My band-past, apparently.”

 He then ran a hand through his hair, fluffing it up and ruffling through his slightly out-grown undercut to psyche himself up-

 “ALRIGHT! Time to dive right into this, I guess. Let me open these...”

 It took a box cutter and several backseat comments on how to open a taped box properly, but eventually, Gordon managed to get each of the six boxes open. He attempted to open the one covered in band stickers as carefully as possible, but as he pulled the lid open, several old polaroids and concert tickets fell out regardless. He silently cursed himself for having absolutely overstuffed the thing with memorabilia in the past. 

 He picked up one of the photos carefully, while the Science Team got closer to him to look at the other contents with high interest. 

 Bubby pulled out two seemingly hand-printed t-shirts. The print on each depicted a simplified front-facing head of a rabbit with ear piercings, lightning bolts at the side... and under all that calligraphy-like font reading “Black Velvet Rabbits”.

 Meanwhile, Darnold was intently scanning the concert tickets. A good chunk of them were from big and small cities in America, but there were also a few European ones. Berlin specifically popped up several times. 

 Tommy and Dr Coomer were fascinated by the amount of seemingly random tiny items in the bottom of the box - Safety pins of varying sizes, bottle caps, empty lighters with sharpie writings on them, an ungodly amount of mismatched guitar picks, a pair of plush cubes, numerous cassette tapes and CDs, two pocket knives, patches, buttons, several pieces of steel jewellery… and a tooth??? 

 While that was happening, Benrey had carefully picked up each of the polaroids that had tumbled out of the box. 

 Looking at them, he could make out that they were probably taken at concerts. Several of them were blurry either due to poor lighting conditions or the photographer moving… or both.

 Some were of several people in dimly lit backstage areas… others of the same people in other spots, smiling, laughing, hanging out with food and drinks… and playing and tuning their respective instruments.

 Benrey counted at least four people… plus the person he couldn’t mistake for anyone else.

 He looked up from the polaroids in his hands and over to the one Gordon was still staring at.

 On that one, standing on a small stage, tightly gripping a guitar and leaning into the microphone as he seemingly yelled into it… was Gordon. A slightly younger Gordon, but unmistakenly the man beside him.

He leaned over more to get a better look, his helmet bumping gently against Gordon’s arm in the process.

Most of what wasn’t completely in-focus was blurry... but Benrey could still make out the shine of a leather jacket, leather pants, heavy boots… and oh FUCK- okay, he was absolutely staring at this photo like a cat high on catnip now but he could not give two shits - the hair. Long and curly and 100% a sidecut that had been dyed an obnoxious orange. There was a shine of snake-bite piercings… and the hint of more piercings on the visible ear.

Gordon shifted slightly beside him, smiling at the photo.

“I think I still have most of the piercings… somewhere in these boxes. Black Mesa didn’t like seeing me wearing any to work, but you know… we’re not going back there anytime, so…”

Benrey needed to say something. Anything. 

He had no idea what, but this was worth so many words-

“Awooga.”

Gordon instantly let out a sudden loud laugh, followed by a wheeze as he bent slightly over, holding his stomach-

 “Really?? “A-Awooga”??”, he asked in disbelief, yet still smiling.

 “Yeah, dude. Like… uh.. uuuuh...”, Benrey started, but it seemed like he couldn’t quite figure out how to exactly end his sentence. A stream of pink Sweet Voice escaped him before he quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

 Gordon chuckled at that and patted Benrey’s helmet.

 “‘s all good, man.”

 He looked over to the rest of the Science Team, blinking in surprise as he saw that Tommy and Dr Coomer had picked out the cassette tapes and CDs and placed them on the table.

“Would you mind if we listened to some of your old tunes, Gordon?”, Dr Coomer asked as he held up one of the CDs. That specific one was labelled “First Band Practices with the Rabbits - 2012”.

 “As long as no one comments about my inability to grow a proper beard back then-”

 “You tried anyway, didn’t you?”, Bubby asked with a smirk.

 Gordon inhaled deeply, looking contemplative for a second before replying-

 “Look... I had only been on T for about 2 years when we founded BVR. This-”, he pointed at his current full beard- “- takes time.”

 “A-And for some people it doesn’t get easier over time either, Bubby! That’s why I personally stay clean-shaven!”, Tommy added with a nod before he looked over to Gordon with a bright smile. 

 Gordon looked at Tommy with surprise, but quickly beamed and tapped his hand rapidly against his thigh in excitement.

 “YOOOOO!!! NO WAY!!”, he exclaimed.

 “Yes way!”, Tommy confirmed, followed by a soft giggle.

 Darnold raised his hand with a shy smile. 

“Same hat.”

 Coomer stood up a bit straighter, patting Gordon on the back.

“Gordon, you’ll find that no one in our group of friends falls under the label of “cisgender”!”

 “Yup.”, Benrey added, popping the “P” loudly- “You’re good. Not gonna pick on the stuff your body was still getting a hang of. Your tunes though? Those are gonna get the full, uh, the full IGN rating.”

 Gordon let out a soft breath he didn’t know he was holding.

 “You know what? Yeah, put that in the stereo! You can also help me sort through… well, all this.”, he said with a chuckle, looking down to the remaining boxes beside him.

 Looking back up, Gordon saw that each member of the Science Team was fiddling with one or two smaller items from the shoe box. He let out a short amused huff as he smiled at the scene before him.

 “Oh, and If you find anything you like, you can keep it! That also goes for the leather jackets-”

 Gordon barely moved fast enough to avoid Bubby as he scrambled to get to the closet first, closely followed by Benrey.

 Gordon called after them with a laugh-

 “OH MY GOD! THERE ARE ENOUGH FOR EACH OF YOU AND THEN SOME, YOU HEATHENS!”

[mostfacinorous]

Stoki Whumptober Day 22: Do These Tacos Taste Funny To You? [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12][13][14][15][16][17][18][19][20][21]

As the day dawned and they considered their options, Loki sent tentative tendrils of power towards the stone. 

It was recovering-- that much was clear, but it wasn’t anywhere close to being usable. 

“This will take several days.” He announced shortly. 

Rogers looked up from the fire, frowning. He seemed to have recovered some of his lost body heat, and nearly all of his wandering wits.

“Not much choice, is there? So what should we do?” 

Loki pondered. 

“We have a few priorities. The first should be sustenance, I think. Food-- preferably meat, if we can manage to trap anything. Then, shelter. What we made in a few hours yesterday was a start, but it is nowhere near enough to keep you alive, and my powers are low from keeping the heat around you. 

Rogers looked startled.

“Wait-- what did you do?” 

Loki cocked his head, then huffed a little laugh, feeling sheepish. He’d thought it would be obvious, but apparently Rogers had been too out of his mind to realize. 

“It’s no matter. I kept the heat close, that’s all. Without food and rest, I will not be able to do it again, and so we should make an effort to secure both food and a place that will support us for the next few days.” 

Rogers nodded. “What’s the best way to do that?” 

Loki thought back to hunts and adventures, and adjusted for his current state-- tired, magically weak, and Rogers, human, though extraordinary for one. 

“A den.” He decided. “We dig down before we build up, and that will be easier if we can find an area with good snow drift.” He glanced at Rogers’s hands, remembering how stiff and red they’d been the night prior. 

“Perhaps I should take the lead on that. Do you know anything about tracking or trapping?”

Rogers shook his head apologetically. “The woods isn’t really my forte-- even back in the war, we just carried rations with us.” 

Loki sighed. 

“Alright. Shelter first, then. It will, I think, be the most pressing of our needs. And maybe we can build upon what we already have, rather than starting anew.” 

This was less than ideal, of course, but they’d make it through. As long as they could keep Rogers warm enough, even if they found no food, they would last three days. This would all be fine. 

Loki’s first act was to find two trees near enough to one another that they could lay the trees they felled between them, stacking them almost like weaving, to form a wall, and wedging more trees in at an angle, to form a triangular shape. It was, again, not wind proof, but he hoped to get it closer to that before night fall. 

Once the walls were tall enough to allow them to walk inside while bent over, they switched to installing something of a roof-- simply more trees laid across. 

“All these trees we’re tearing down-- it’s not going to affect the timeline, will it?” Rogers asked, when they’d nearly finished with their labour, as it grew to early afternoon. 

Loki shrugged.

“It may have some effect, though who knows what… and it probably doesn’t do to dwell on it. We have little enough choice.” 

Loki showed the Captain how to scrape off the snow and find the wet leaves and pine needles beneath. “This is to fill the gaps between the logs. Can you work on this, while I search for food? Take breaks and warm your hands by the fire when they grow uncomfortable.”

“Okay. Stay close though-- within hearing range.”

“Of course.” Loki wasn’t sure whether the Captain was more concerned for himself or for Loki, but given what he knew of them man, he thought it was likely the latter. 

Sweet fool. 

Loki wished he’d taken the time earlier to fashion and set traps, but he’d chosen to prioritize otherwise, and so that left him likely needing to use what was left of his power for the day on food. 

He managed to use his Jotun eyes to find a rabbit’s burrow, and uncovered three fat rabbits for dinner. Satisfied they would have something, he began next to forage, finding a few mushrooms he was familiar with on tree trunks, low to the ground. 

He wished he had a pot; a stew would be immensely satisfying given the temperatures, and being able to melt snow and drink it warm would warm them very effectively, but he was making do with what they had, and so spits over the fire would have to do. 

He was careful not to cook the meat too long, unwilling to lose the animal’s fat to the flames, and passed two of them to Rogers to sup on. 

“Is that gonna be enough for you?” The Captain asked, nodding towards Loki’s own meal.

“I found a few mushrooms, I’ll round it out with that and it will be plenty.” Loki assured him, opening the small satchel he’d made out of the hem of his cape, tied up and around itself. 

The mushrooms, he had to admit, didn’t sound as appealing as the meat, but they would help him to feel more full. And it seemed to satisfy Rogers, who began tucking into his food with a voracity that Loki hadn’t expected. He wondered if his body, superior to the rest of his species, made superior demands of him as well. He was glad, suddenly, that he’d chosen to divide up the food that way. And with any luck the meat would help him feel warmer overnight. 

They finished their supper and settled into their new lodgings, watching as the sun dropped behind the trees and slowly all light faded but that of the fire. Loki kept that built high enough to warm the space, and was gratified to find the set up holding heat much better than last night’s had. 

He was just beginning to settle in when the first of the cramps hit him. 

At first he thought little of the discomfort, but as it grew, he found himself clutching at his middle and wiping sweat from his brow. 

“Are you… Loki? What’s wrong?” The Captain moved closer, clearly alarmed, and Loki waved him off. 

“Perhaps the meat was undercooked.” He said, feeling slightly miserable about it. 

“If that was the case, I should be feeling it too. What about the mushrooms? You know which ones are safe, right?” 

Loki groaned. “I thought I did-- there must be some differences to Asgardian ones.”

Well, that would explain his current state. 

“I should-- ah, go purge them.” Loki began to crawl towards the exit, and Rogers moved to follow. Loki stopped him. 

“I will not freeze to death in my efforts-- you might. And, if you don’t mind… I’d rather you not see me like this.” 

Rogers did not appear impressed.

“What happens if you pass out, or get lost, or if it gets worse and you can’t make it back?”

“Then you come look for me in the morning. I mean it, Rogers-- stay with the fire.” 

The Captain glanced away, his lips going thin. 

“I told you to call me Steve.” he said, and Loki sighed, glad that he was giving ground to Loki’s argument in favor of complaining about what he was called. 

“Steve, then. Let me handle this myself. I’ll return as soon as I feel up to it.” 

Rogers pushed a hand through his hair distractedly. 

“Alright, but I’m not waiting til morning. If you’re not back by the time this log burns down, I’m coming looking for you.” 

Loki glanced at the fire. That didn’t give him long, and if he had any hope of retaining his dignity-- his stomach cramped again, and made a sound like a restless beast. 

“Fine.” he said quickly. “I will walk in a straight line from the door into the woods. But if it comes to it, I imagine at some point you should be able to smell me.”

He wrinkled his nose and climbed out into the cold, fully prepared to use the dregs of his magic to speed the process of emptying his stomach, if he must.

He could not say he was looking forward to it.

---

Some hours later, Loki returned to the shelter, shaking with exhaustion, and sore from the day’s exertions, and ready to simply curl up and rest, at long last. Rogers was still awake, waiting for him and staring into the flames, and though he’d wrapped himself in Loki’s cape, he was glad to see he didn’t appear to be as poorly off as he had been the night before. 

“Hey,” he greeted. “You doing okay?” 

Loki huffed. 

“Well, I feel a good deal less like dying.” Though he did not mention that it had smelled for a bit like he had done, out there.

Rogers laughed a little, sounding surprised. “Glad to hear it, I guess. Here.” He lifted his arm, creating an opening in the cape that Loki supposed he was meant to crawl into. 

“What?” Loki asked. 

“I figure-- it’s cold. We should share body heat. Especially if you’re feeling sick-- we can’t afford for you to get worse.” 

It was Loki’s turn to laugh, though there was panic hidden under it. The Captain was sweet, but a fool. 

“Do you suppose I withstand the cold better because I run warmer than you?” Loki asked archly. “I am cold-blooded, Captain. I would only steal your heat. I have none to share.” 

“Steve.” He corrected quickly, then shook his head. “I don’t care. As long as… if being warmer would help you, you should share my heat. You’re shivering.” 

And Loki realized it was true; he was exhausted, drained both physically and magically, and his sleep had been cut short the night prior with watching over Steve. 

He didn’t have the energy left to argue, and so worked his way around the fire to sit beside Steve, ducking under his own cape for warmth. 

“If I make you cold, though-- you must tell me.” Loki cautioned. 

“Alright. And if there’s anything I can do to help, you hafta tell me. Deal?” 

“I suppose it must be.” Loki found himself leaning into the heat, and did not flinch when Steve’s arm curled around his shoulder to pull him closer, though it was a close thing.

[choices-love-affair]

Pedestal ch.2

This is the second instalment, not sure how many chapters it will last for!

This is Ethan x MC (Lorelei Stannaway)

“Oh my god! When are you going to stop letting him walk all over you, girl?” Jackie’s voice could be heard over the increasingly loud rumble that was starting to creep into Donahues as more and more people filtered in, many calling past the booth where Lorelei and her friends were sitting to wish her a happy birthday and adding to the copious amounts of untouched ‘birthday drinks’ surrounding her at the table.

“Jackie…” Sienna chimed in, a sense of warning to her voice “it’s her birthday, give it a rest. At least for tonight”

“I just don’t get it, he makes you cry, on your birthday of all days, and you still defend him?!” Jackie continued, clearly ignoring Sienna.

“I’m not defending him, there’s just more to it than that. It’s complicated. I’m done talking about it” she waved her hand dismissively at her friend, she spared a quick glance at Sienna who returned it with a knowing, sympathetic look “I know you’re just trying to look out for me but honestly, I’ll be fine.”

“Oh yeah, fine is definitely the term I would use to describe the state I found you in earlier today, but okay, if you say so” Jackie responded flippantly.

“I’m gonna go dance with the guys, watch my…drinks? Hell, drink my drinks, I’ll be down at Edenbrook getting my stomach pumped if I attempt all of… that” Lorelei said as she waved her hands around at the glasses.

                                                     ***

It was getting late as Ethan’s eyes began to sting and grow heavy watching the blue light of his computer staring back at him, but nothing of substance forming on the screen or even in his brain. He packed his desk up, grabbed his keys and coat, locked his office door and headed for the Edenbrook exit. He walked slowly to his car, absently rolling his keys around in his hand and thinking of the day’s events, mulling over Lorelei’s words and trying to process what exactly he was going to do with it all. It was then, as if they had a mind of their own, that his feet stopped in their tracks, turned on their heels and headed back in the opposite direction… to Donahues.

As Ethan approached the rowdy establishment, his feet pounding the concrete matched in time with his pounding heart upon each step that brought him closer and closer. He had no idea on the reception he would receive, but he had to at least apologise. He owed her that much. As he approached the bar, he could hear the muffled sounds of music blaring from the jukebox and laughter, it was 10pm, and no doubt all patrons were jovial with alcohol. As he opened the door, the full force of alcohol, sweat and warmth hit him in the face. He struggled to wind himself through the many people that filled the bar and make his way to his usual spot, thanking every god known to mankind that it was still available.

“with you in a sec, E.” called Reggie as he balanced a multitude of pints in his arm, trying to keep up with the demand.

“I can wait. Busier than usual tonight I see” called back Ethan

Reggie just nodded, too busy to fully converse with the doctor as he continued serving the endless supply of patrons lining up to buy their next drink. Ethan glanced briefly over his shoulder to survey the room and see who was there without looking too suspicious on who he was really looking for…that’s when he heard it. Her laugh. He could identify it anywhere, even in a largely crowded room, and his eyes zeroed in.

“Bryce! Stop it!” Lorelei giggled, trying to wriggle out of the vice grip he had on her as they moved around the dance floor, “Elijah, help!” she squealed as Bryce dug his fingers into her side and tickling her, making her elicit a yelp in response.

The song began to fade out before coming to an end entirely, a few moments of silence before the next song roared to life through the jukebox; Robert Palmers’ Addicted to love.

“Great song, my friend!” Bryce clapped Elijah on the back, clearly pleased with the new song choice.

“You, are a musical mastermind!” Lorelei hummed in agreeance, as Ethan watched her hips easily sway in time to the old school beat, her little black dress that already reached mid-thigh edging high and higher as she found a seductive rhythm. Ethan found himself simply entranced with her, with the way she moved, the way she giggled, the way she bit and chewed on the inside of her cheek when she was just a little anxious. He must have been dreaming to think that anything about this situation he had put them in would ever be easy. Who was he trying to kid, he knew he had definite feelings for her, maybe not love, not yet anyway, but there was something there and he was a fool for letting his moral compass get in the way of it. He continued watching on in envy as Bryce and Lorelei danced around each other

“you’re going to have to face it, you’re addicted to love!!!” they crooned at each other before bursting into laughter once more, Bryce wrapped his arms, one around her waist, the other around her shoulders and squeezed her tightly to his chest, laughing and smiling, swaying to the music in unison before turning his face into her hair and whispering something in her ear. Lorelei pulled back and looked at him with mock disgust and playfully shoved him away before resuming her sensual hip swing. Ethan tore his eyes away, unable to watch anymore and turned he head back around to stare into his freshly poured drink that Reggie delivered moments before, hoping to find solace in the amber liquid, ‘maybe by the time I get to the bottom’ he thought, internally hating on the pity party he was throwing for himself.

As the song began to wind down, Lorelei realised it was time for some water or tomorrow she would be in a world of hurt, she attempted to allude Bryce’s attempts to pull her back to him on the dancefloor, skipping around his outreached arms and sent him a dazzling grin as she waved her hand over her shoulder and swayed her way to the bar.

As she approached the bar, she lent both elbows on the bench and absent-mindedly hummed away to the tune, when she glanced to her left and noticed Ethan, two stools over staring into his glass, a depleted look on his face. She continued admiring his facial features, taking full advantage of the fact he was preoccupied to truly observe the high cheekbones, sharp jawline and full hair that shaped his handsome face. Despite anything that happened between them and the horrible words that they spat at each other, she could never truly resent him, she worshipped the ground her walked on and could quite easily fall in love with him, given the chance. She knew he was only trying to protect her, and this wasn’t easy for either of them. Her thoughts were suddenly halted when his gaze shot up and they found themselves caught in a mutual gaze that neither could break from. A timid smile spread across Ethan’s face as he tried to gauge the situation, waiting for her to speak first.

“…hi…” Lorelei finally spoke.

“Hi…” he replied, both still intent on not being the first to break the eye contact. The song finally faded out and an awkward silence fell over them, before the next song kicked over; Roxettes’ Joyride. Lorelei was the first to finally pull her gaze away, only in order to turn her head slightly more over her shoulder and stare with accusatory eyes, Sienna and Elijah either side of the jukebox, feigning innocence. Lorelei rolled her eyes and turned back to Ethan.

“Look, about today, I want to apo-”

“No, please. Don’t. I should be the one apologising. I don’t know what came over me. That’s not me at all. You’re a brilliant doctor and I shouldn’t be letting my personal dilemmas become your concerns. I’m sorry, and it won’t happen again.” He declared, looking back at her with newfound confidence, professionalism saturating his features.

“Oh… well that’s disappointing…” she replied, returning his gaze from under her eyelashes, a small smirk spreading across her face.

“I’m not sure I understand?” Ethan asked quizzically.

“she said hello, you fool, I love you” the lyrics cut through the middle of them with newfound meaning.

“I just mean, the moment you stop acting like a jealous, self-entitled jackass, is the moment I’ll know that this is really over” she shrugged, picking at the mat strewn along the bar, failing to look back at him, Ethan watching her intently “and if we’re being completely honest…” she continued, stepping over to stand next to him, meeting his gaze, at even eye sight level although Ethan was seated and Lorelei standing “I don’t want this to ever be over” she purred.

Ethan gulped, unable to form any coherent words in his jumbled mind, let alone get them through his lips. Lorelei slowly and seductively leant closer to his ear, her nose subtly rubbing along his jawline before whispering “so don’t ever let this be over” before standing back up straight, removing the glass from his hand and taking a sip.

“I thought it was obvious that this has never been, nor ever will be, over.” He replied, finding logically word formation and returned the gesture, leaning over to speak into her ear, his lips leaving a subtle kiss on the underside of her jaw “I’ll get better.” he replied earnestly, he felt so vulnerable, exposing himself so when he was always so guarded “…Happy birthday” he continued, taking the glass back from her hands and taking a sip himself “better get back to your dancing” he smirked, lazily throwing his head in the direction of the dancefloor.

“I’d much prefer if you were out there” she winked as she turned on her heel and walked away, with her back now to Ethan, her sudden alcohol fuelled courage dying as the realisation of her brazenness washed over her, she looked across to Sienna who shared her wide eyed and giddy smiled expression.

“Christ…” he breathlessly sighed, watching her retreating form for the second time that day, rubbing one hand over his face, he watched as she began dancing again. Only this time it wasn’t with Bryce, but by herself. Ethan turned back to the bar, Reggie filling up his glass once more “Reg…” he enquired “do you think I’m too old to dance?”.

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please write a whole smut with bestfriend's dad!harry

Such A Tease

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

A/N: I’m sorry it’s a bit late again! But your wishes are my command. This is the first official installment of my new ‘Sneaking Around’ series. The structure of this is just like ‘A Series Of Firsts’, series of ‘random’ blurbs that are all connected. This one will have a little bit more interconnection though. Anyways, it’s a filthyy introduction to some characters🤪...Enjoy🙃

You were never one to sneak around. Nor were you one to be into older men. At least, that was the case until you met Harry. You knew that you shouldn’t have been lusting a man that was substantially older than you, let alone a man who was the father of your best friend. It’s just that neither you nor Harry could help yourselves. 

You and Christine were both in your second year of college when you two met and became instant friends. It didn’t take long for you two to become really close and rock solid in your friendship. Once midterms rolled around, the two of you two were inseparable. And the fact that the two of you were from the same place, and lived there all the way up until you both left for college (which wasn’t that far away) solidified the friendship even more. The two of you even joked that the universe really wanted you guys to be friends. 

But after meeting Harry though, you were starting to think that the universe had other plans. 

She had invited you join her to have dinner at her dads. After knocking down the lame excuse of not wanting to intrude on their father daughter time, she was able to finally convince you to tag along with her. What was the harm in having dinner at her dads house? That was what ran through your mind as you said yes to her. You were expecting to have a nice dinner with her dad, and give him an introduction to the girl who’s been hanging around his daughter. That’s it and nothing more.

To be completely frank and honest, you were expecting to find a middle aged (or close to it) man, who was about average in looks and built, and nice. The only thing you got right was the middle aged and nice part. The rest was the complete opposite of your expectations. When the front door opened, you could’ve sworn that you were met with a god. He was the literal epitome of god loves some of us more than others. You couldn’t believe that he was dad. And even though he was your best friends father, his name followed up by the categorization of dilf was going down in your book. Let’s just say that from the moment you stepped foot into his home, you were salivating; and it wasn’t because of the food. As the time passed, you were paying attention to every word that left his mouth; and every muscle that he involuntarily flexed as he finished getting dinner ready. You even made sure to say little so that he could talk to you more. To make matters worse, Harry was one of the nicest and kindest human beings on the planet. Which meant that your thoughts ranged from him ravishing you to walking down an aisle with him at the end of it. You were a complete mess. 

While you were kicking yourself for lusting after your best friends dad (dilf), Harry was doing the same. Harry was kicking himself left and right for lusting after a young woman who was not only young enough to be his daughter, but who was in fact the best friend of his daughter, and therefore a woman he could never have. From the moment he opened the front door, Harry was gone. It was like you were the opposite end of the magnet that was pulling him towards you. Ever since he and Christines mother divorced years ago, Harry had dated and slept with a good (and very healthy) amount of women. In all of that time, he’d never felt the same feeling he got from simply looking at you. He’d gotten close to it a couple times, but he’d never experienced the jolts of electricity that were firing throughout his entire body and the swelling of his heart as he looked and talked to you at this capacity before.

These feelings weren’t the only feelings you and Harry had in common though. The both of you were also hoping and praying that Christine didn’t have to go to the bathroom and leave you two alone together. But that’s exactly what happened.

“M’gonna run upstairs to the bathroom real quick and you two can talk some more. Just no embarrassing stories from when I was a kid.” She announces as she excuses herself from the table, making sure to clearly direct the last part to her father, causing you to let out a small laugh that was filled with nervousness. You were not only nervous at the thought of being left alone with her father, you were nervous at the thought of being alone with the hottest and nicest man in the world; who just so happened to be your best friends dad. After Harry “surrenders” to her request, she leaves you both in the dining room and heads upstairs.

“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me.” You whisper to him from across the table once you two are completely alone.

“And I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me.” Harry counters simply, dropping his fork and lifting his head to put the entirety of his attention onto you.

“Well you should stop.” You whisper back, looking up from your plate to find Harry’s piercing green eyes staring right back at you.

“And you should do the same.” Harry replies, as slight smirk rising up onto his face in the process; queuing the floodgates between your legs to burst wide open. What makes the gates fall off their hinges is when you feel his sock clad foot rub up against your ankle. Since Harry was a bit older than you, he could easily read into all of your reactions and body language, allowing him to know exactly what buttons to press and how to press them. “Do you mind helping me clear the table Y/n?” He asks abruptly, flipping the topic of conversation from your attraction to each other to the dishes so that you could cool off a bit. He could see how flustered you were by him in that moment so he wanted to give you a little break. 

“I don’t mind Mr. Styles.” You promptly whisper back to him. You were so grateful that the previous conversation was over. He then gives you a little nod and the both of you rise up from the table to collect the nearly empty plates and dishes before bringing them into the kitchen. The two of you then stack them on the counter by the sink before turning to go back into the dining room to collect the rest. Before you could take a good five steps, you’re being pulled back, turned around, and pinned against the kitchen counter. Harry has a hand on your waist and the other is softly nudging your chin up so that you could look at him. And before you know it, after looking into your eyes for confirmation, Harry is lowering his mouth down onto yours. This is what you both had been wanting all night long. You knew that from the outside, his lips were a pretty shade of pink (which is the same shade of pink that may or not paint the head of his cock; you were dying to find out) and they were pillow soft. That was the one of the few things you got right all night long. When his lips met yours, they were the softest and most inviting lips you’d ever felt in your entire life. And the way he was pressed up against you as he kissed you was the best. He was pressed tightly pressed against you and your hands were wound in his hair as your lips moved against each others. The thoughts of how wrong this was were blown out of your minds as soon as your lips touched. As you two continued to kiss, you and Harry began to subtly (not so subtly in actuality) rut against each other. Unfortunately, this doesn’t last long. Your kiss, movements, moans and touches were brought to an abrupt and quick halt when the both of you hear the footsteps leading down the stairs. The both of you quickly move into less compromising positions and focus in on gathering and washing the dishes. 

Once the dinner is finally over and it’s time for you and Christine to head back home, Harry gives her a big hug and kiss to the cheek and you a more friendly hug to (not be too obvious) and the two of you are on your way. As you two are heading back home, you reach into your coat pockets in search of your phone. As you’re feeling around, you stumble across a small piece of paper. When you pull it out, you try your best to look at it without turning on the light. The only things you can see are an H, a couple numbers, and a semicolon next to a single parenthesis to form a winking face. You were a little bit on the sad side (inside of course; Christine couldn’t find out about anything) because you weren’t leaving with Harry’s number. You already knew that you were going to break into Christines phone to get it, but you were hoping to get it from Harry himself. So knowing that he went out of his way to make sure you had it was really nice.

 And from that night on, the rest was history. 

You were constantly covering up bruises on your thighs and neck, and taking aspirin to numb the throbbing and sore feeling between your legs from the way Harry relentlessly (and deliciously) pounded his cock into you. You weren’t trying to hide your sex life from Christine. You wanted to share, and tell her about the amazing (if there was even a word to describe it) sex you were having but you couldn’t. And for reasons that were and are beyond understandable. The last thing you were going to tell your best friend is that you were getting dicked down by her father. Or that you were in love with him. That was a completely different story though. 

At first, the thought of getting caught terrified you. And only you. Harry was a little scared since his daughter was involved in the grand scheme of things, but his fear was nothing in comparison to yours. In fact, he instigated every situation that heightened the possibility of you two getting caught. One time, he tasked Christine with running to the grocery store to pick something he forgot. It took him less than 30 seconds after you two were completely alone for him to drop what he was doing and pull your pants down. It also took him less than 30 seconds to pull both of you guys’ pants up when he heard her car pulling up into the driveway. As the time went on though, you began to become more comfortable and willing to take risks here and there. You and Harry would always try to sneak some time in whenever you were visiting with Christine. And whenever you and Harry both had some alone or downtime, you’d drive to Harry’s on your own so that you two could spend some time together. Now even though the sex was beyond amazing, you guys’ relationship as a whole grew. The two of you were pretty much in a full fledged relationship (except for the disclosure part of course) and you both were very happy.

Fast forward about six months and everything was beyond perfect. You and Harry’s relationship was great and you two were in your own secret bubble of love and sex. And your best friend/ Harry’s daughter was completely oblivious to it all. Everything was perfect. You and Christine had just finished your sophomore year of college and the two of you were now spending time with your families. You’d been staying with your family for a little and she was doing the same with Harry. After about a week of not seeing each other  (you not seeing Christine…and you not seeing Harry) your felt that it was time for some quality time. And believe it or not, Harry and Christine were on the same page. You’d received two text messages, one from Harry and the other from Christine, begging you to come over. Hers had more of a ‘I miss my best friend vibe’ and Harry’s had more of a ‘I miss your pussy and cuddles’ vibe. So you figured that it was time to pay them both a little visit. Christine also mentioned that you should stay over for the weekend. So packed a little bag and you made sure to pack everything you’d need. Some tight and short clothes, no panties (well maybe just one pair since Harry liked ripping them off of you), two pairs of pajamas, and some toiletries. Once you were dressed and packed for the weekend, you hop into your car and you’re on your way to Harry’s home.

Once you arrive, you knock on the door and you’re immediately engulfed in an almost bone crushing hug from your best friend. After a good minuet, you’re finally released from her arms and able to breathe again. She pulls you into the house and as she does, you see Harry rounding the corner into the living room. As soon as you see him, you’re a mess all over again.

“Hey Mr. Styles.” You smile “innocently” to him, giving him a small wave to help your little act out a bit. 

“You know you can call me Harry right?” Harry replies with a smirk as he makes his way over to the couch. As he says this, all the times you were screaming his name (and daddy) as he pounded into you. It was so wrong, but it felt so good. He couldn’t wait until you two were able to get some alone time. 

“Me and my dad were just about to watch a movie and you’re gonna watch it with us.” She interjects, dragging you over to the free couch. 

“Is it the notebook again? Because if it is, then we may need to have an intervention.” You joke, dropping your bag onto the floor and plopping yourself down onto the couch. 

“Don’t blame me! He’s the one who got me hooked on it!” Christine replies, pointing her finger in Harry’s direction. 

“I would’ve never thought that you were into these types of movies.” You ponder, turning your head towards Harry as you kick your shoes off. That was a big fat lie. You knew that Harry was the sappiest man in the world. Whenever you guys weren’t running the risk of getting caught, after sex, the two of you would cuddle and watch a romcom or romance/drama movie. 

“What can I say? I like a good romance.” Harry shrugs, sending you a soft smile. He too was thinking back the romcoms and cuddles you two shared.

“Well lets get it started!” Christine interjects excitedly, pulling both you and Harry from your little moment, and grabbing the remote from the table. You pull the blanket from the back of the couch and throw it over the two of you while she starts the movie.

After about an hour, you were a little restless. You loved spending time with your best friend and you wanted to continue watching the movie with her, but you needed a little break. And the idea you had for this little break may or may not have included Harry. 

“I’m gonna take a little trip to the ladies room.” You whisper to Christine as you pull the blanket off of you. When you stand up from the couch, Harry’s eyes leave the tv screen as you walk away. Instead of going straight upstairs, you stand behind the couch you were just sitting on with Christine and you begin “phase one” of your little break.

Instead of just going upstairs and mouthing to him to come with you, you decide to tease him a bit. Get him worked up so that he’d be running to you. While his attention is still on you, you decide to just go for it and lift up your shirt, exposing your bare breasts to him. In an instant, Harry’s eyes widen and his cock stirs in his pants. He couldn’t believe what you were doing. He thought he was the one who was doing the absolute most to live on the edge, but what you were doing right now tied you both for the top spot of the wilder one in the relationship. He constantly makes sure that Christine’s eyes are clued to the tv screen and he’s not being too obvious when it came to being distracted while he took in your teasing. He watched as you squeezed your breasts and tweaked your nipples. You decided to do this for a minuet or two before lifting your skirt a little to give him a peek and ultimately tiptoeing upstairs. This left Harry’s cock completely hard, and his mind completely scrambled as he tried to figure out a plausible reason to step away. After about five minuets, he comes up with a good enough reason to step away and meet you. 

“Have t’make a phone call for work. I’ll be right upstairs.” He announces to Christine as he stands from his seat. 

“Alright. But can you tell Y/n to hurry up, she’s gonna miss the best parts.” She asks, diverting his attention 

“Maybe she’s handling something.” Harry replies, alluding to the possibility of you getting your period. All she does is shrug in response to him, prompting Harry to dash upstairs. As soon as he reaches the top of the stairs, he makes a b-line to the bathroom. Where you were waiting with your panties around your ankles. When he pushes the door open, he’s met with you standing at the counter looking into the mirror. Without saying a single word to you, Harry steps into the bathroom. He closes and locks the door before standing right behind you.

“What’s wrong daddy? Did I make you hard?” You ask sweetly, diverting your attention from your reflection to him.

“Did I say that you could speak?” Harry whispers calmly, lifting his foot to kick your legs apart. “You’re playing a very dangerous game. I’m leaning towards the thought that you want to get caught.” Harry continues, gripping onto your hips and yanking you back so that you fall against the counter and your backside is closer to him.

“Maybe.” You hum, moving your hips a little in his grasp.

“Oh really?” Harry questions, flipping up the bottom of your skirt. “Well now’s the perfect time to see if you want to get caught little girl.” Harry continues on, sending a sharp swat to your ass to make sure that you know who’s in control of this situation. “You could either lay there and moan, whimper, and cry like you do when were all by ourselves, or you could lay there and take it quietly like the good girl you’re supposed to be.” Harry offers, removing a hand from one of your hips shoving down his sweatpants and boxers down all at once. “Your choice.” He whispers finally before lining his cock up with your sopping wet entrance and slowly pushing into you. “Such a tight little hole f’me.” Harry moans as he continues to push into you.

 “So big.” You whisper as you feel his cock stretching and filling you. It felt so good to have him inside you again. Once he’s fully inside and you can feel him in the pit of your stomach. He doesn’t give you much time to adjust to his size before slightly pulling out of you, just to slam back in. He then continuously slams into you over and over again, grunting and moaning lowly behind you. His cock was constantly pushing at the deepest part of you. He was going so hard that you could feel his balls slapping against your clit over and over again.

“This what you wanted babygirl? Wanted me t’fuck you hard while your best friend is downstairs waiting for you?” He pants, continuing to fuck into you. He missed being inside you. He missed the feeling of your spongy, warm, and wet walls around his cock as he gave you everything he had. And he couldn’t wait to spend the entirety of the following week with you. He’d be able to be inside of you 24/7. That’s where he always wanted to be. 

“Oh my-“ you gasp, feeling his cock dig into your sweet spot. His cock was so good. That was all you could say. The way he masterfully maneuvered his cock in and out of you. He knew exactly how to move and slam into you and make you go numb. He was slamming into you so hard that you could guarantee that your thighs would be sore and bruised. But again, it felt so good. As he continues, Harry yanks you up, keeping the same hard and fast pace from slamming his cock into you.

“Look at yourself baby.” He whispers into your ear, pushing his hand up your tight shirt to cup your breasts in his hands. “A cock crazed little girl getting pounded by daddy. A pretty, moaning, and crying little mess.” Harry chuckles cynically, looking into the mirror to see your worn out yet pleasured face and your watery eyes. He can hear your moans as you get closer and closer to your release. He wraps his thumbs and forefingers around your perky nipples before bending you both down onto the counter. “Feel your walls squeezin’ me baby. Wanna cum for daddy?” Harry pants behind you, feeling his release nearing as well.

 “Please daddy.” You whimper. That was all you could say. Your release was coming at full speed and it wasn’t going to slow down. It was hot and tight in the pit of your stomach and you were going to explode.

“Cum with daddy baby.” He groans once more, sending one final, sharp and power filled thrust into you, pinning his cock right against your sweet spot.

 At that moment, the both of you let go. Your bottom lip was completely raw at this point, you were trying so hard to hold back your moans the entire time and it was getting harder and harder. It felt so good to cum around him, and to feel him cumming inside of you. You were more than welcoming to the warm and sticky cum painting your walls. As Harry came, he was on the verge of collapse. He was finally emptying himself into you. He let go of everything he had and it was like your walls were milking him for more from the way you were convulsing around him. You were pulsating as you came. 

Once you two are done, he pulls out of you and does his pants back up, leaving you slumped over on the counter. Before leaving, the plucks open the mirrored medicine cabinet in front of him and pulls out a bottle of aspirin. He sits it on the counter next to your limp body and just stands behind you to admire the sight. “Might wanna take one, don’t want you to be too sore. Wanna pound into you some more later on.” Harry says nonchalantly. He then brings his hand down to your exposed, sore, and a tiny bit swollen pussy to gather some of his sticky cum that was dripping out. “Might wanna put those panties back on too, don’t want any of m’cum leakin’ out. Want you to be nice and full of it once I empty more of it into you later sweetheart.” Harry continues before bringing his cum covered fingertip to his mouth. He then leans down to press a kiss to the exposed skin of your neck and unlocks the bathroom door to walk out, leaving you alone to try your best to put yourself back together. 

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[theimpossiblescheme]

Yesterday, Tomorrow, and Today

I sat on this for a while because I kept wanting to tweak it, but here it is at last--the next installment in mine and @nonchalantdanger‘s alternate universe, in which Cyrano feels less guilty than he expected about surviving the battle and Roxanne reflects on her past follies.  Hope it passes muster!

Cyrano was not a man given to morbidity.  In the face of certain death, he vastly preferred to laugh instead of cower, and he never considered failure a viable option.  Let the Reaper come, and he would meet the scythe with steel of his own, meeting his only worthy foe in final single combat.  Let him die in the same manner as a star, in a glorious conflagration that blinded any unlucky souls nearby.  Without fear or compromise… that was the only way.

And yet, standing over what only hours earlier had been a desperate battlefield, blood still staining the soil, he found himself musing on how close he’d come to being cheated of that last glory.  How close they had all come.  The sack of Troy, the razing of Carthage, the charging wolves of Ragnarok… those were great battles, but those were mere stories.  The Siege of Arras had come nowhere close—two starving armies of condemned men, denied even the honor of brave last words before the swords fell, prolonging their own starvation at the end of a cannon because it was preferable to dying by the same.  As he stood by one of the supply wagons, handing up whatever weapons and artillery they could rescue, he heard the other cadets chatting blithely, as if their day hadn’t been spent charging through mud and human viscera.  Perhaps they genuinely didn’t mind—they had so little waiting at home for them besides the anticipation of another battle.  They would have their grand death the next time… or the time after that.  It was only a matter of waiting and preparing.

It was a bitter irony… even a few days ago, Cyrano would have agreed wholeheartedly, would have stood with them and anticipated another siege with that same sanguine grim humor. Now he actually had more waiting before him than simply digging his own grave… more to live for.  More that he had never considered before.  As he handed up another crate, he made eye contact with Le Bret, who was standing in the wagon and stowing everything away safely. His friend looked unwell, favoring the leg that hadn’t been slashed by a Spanish sword, but more than that he looked exhausted.  He looked out at the rest of the cadets and shook his head very gently, a familiar look of melancholy contemplation in his eyes.  Constant, level-headed, dependable Le Bret, who loved friendships more than worthy foes, who’d defied the usual Gascon tradition of dying young… Cyrano could tell exactly what he was thinking.  And for once it didn’t seem so much like his usual growling.

Of course, Cyrano would go right back to teasing him tomorrow.  Today was simply a special occasion.  

“Is that all of it?” came de Guiche’s voice as he rounded the corner of the wagon, eyeing the process imperiously.  His numerous silks and ribbons were frayed and singed in various places, his left foot dragged a bit behind the right, and a fine cloud of ash wafted by every time he moved his head too sharply.  

“A few more minutes, and it will be,” Le Bret replied.  “There was precious little to recover on our side.”

“A pity they didn’t shoot at us a few more times,” Cyrano quipped bleakly.  “Then we might save a few more cannonballs for a rainy day.”

“I wouldn’t give the Spanish too many ideas.”  De Guiche raised an unimpressed eyebrow in Cyrano’s direction.  “You survived by the skin of your teeth as it is.”

“Despite your best efforts, of course.”

“Don’t press the issue or my recent good graces too far, de Bergerac.  I can just as easily send you all back to engage those louts closer to their own territory.”  But the Comte’s posture relaxed again as he nodded up to Le Bret.  “As it is, you may be dismissed when you are finished.  We depart for Paris at daybreak tomorrow.”

“Where is Roxanne?” Cyrano asked.  His conversation with Christian was still fresh in his mind—he had to gauge Roxanne’s feelings toward seeing him again.  And… well, he hadn’t seen her since he left the surgeon’s tent.

“In Ragueneau’s coach. Unharmed, thank God, but unchaperoned—someone had best check on her before nightfall.”

Cyrano couldn’t help but smile to himself.  Nothing would give him more pleasure.  Nodding up at Le Bret again, who gave him a good-natured eyeroll, he tagged in a new cadet nearby to take over his post and took his leave, making his way across the camp. Snatches of song and chatter still wafted by, but he managed to avoid the crowd as he drew closer to the sagging, scarred, but still stately coach sitting at the top of the hill.  Ragueneau himself was nowhere to be found—no doubt he was still getting the cadets very drunk on his smuggled muscatel—but there was still no sound from inside, and the curtains were drawn.

After a quiet knock on the door, Roxanne’s voice finally piped up.  “Who is it?”

“Cyrano.  May I join you?”

The door swung open, and Cyrano ducked inside and sat down.  On the opposite bench sat Roxanne, who didn’t even look up at him when he entered. Her beautiful green eyes were downcast, her face a sullen mask, and her hands gripped tightly together against her skirts until her knuckles were white.  The spirit of the Valkyries of old, of red-robed Ate crying havoc and letting slip the dogs of war, had left her.  She looked so lost… and she had been so happy just a few hours ago…

Tentatively raising a hand, the stitches in his shoulder straining from the effort, Cyrano cupped her cheek and gently raised her head until she was looking at him.  “What troubles you so, dear heart?” he asked softly, tracing his thumb along the line of her jaw.

Roxanne shook her head, looking down again, but leaning into his touch.  “I have been such a fool.”

“Come now… I have known and loved a girl who charged across rivers and forests with wild abandon, never caring if she soiled her skirts, and a woman who threw herself into a duel to which she was merely a spectator, saving both our lives with a single parry.” He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile.  “If ever you were a fool, it only reminded me that you were of the human race and not a seraph capable of being worshipped, but never held.”

“Do you suppose Christian thinks of me that way now?”  She raised her head again, and Cyrano felt his chest contract to see tears in her eyes. “I have cheated him—I have cheated the both of you—for so long.  I was so taken with the Apollo you had formed together, with his curls and your words, that I failed completely to see the golden halves that made up that whole.  I said such terrible childish things to him, thinking he had grown stupid, wishing he would grow ugly…”  A sob caught in her throat, and she clapped a hand over her for a moment mouth to stifle it.

“I know what you said to him,” Cyrano said slowly, lowering his hand to clasp both of hers.  “I… was present at both occasions, though you did not see me.”  That first time, when Christian found himself witless and terrified by Roxanne’s demands of eloquence… he was not proud of his reaction then in hindsight.  He was too petty, too ready to take it as proof that Christian was unworthy of her.  But their conversation before the battle… listening to Roxanne shower such praise upon their shared soul—his soul—made him dare to hope, but it also made his heart ache for Christian.  Dear absurd Christian, who loved her fiercely, but in whom she found nothing inherently loveable that hadn’t been gifted to him by another.  He deserved so much better.

Roxanne laughed a tiny mirthless laugh.  “Naturally, you were.  You must have thought me so selfish, seeing and asking for only what I wanted to see—what I had all along, but was too blind to notice.  I was Narcissus vainly searching for what I found beautiful, and he was Echo repeating those beauties back at me… and I nearly let him waste away as she had.”

“You forget that Echo was a nymph once with her own voice and her own fair form before the curse fell upon her.  Hers and Christian’s desires were the same—to be seen and adored for themselves.  He wished desperately for your happiness and does still, as I do, but to prepare such a banquet for another while sustaining oneself on mere scraps…”  He gave a mirthless smile of his own.  “There are few things bitterer to endure, even for the sake of a great love.”

“And to think I have starved you both…”  Another sob tore through Roxanne, and tears began streaming down her cheeks.  “How could he ever forgive me for it--?”

“He already has.” Cyrano stroked her tears away with the pad of his thumb.  “He bears no ill will toward you, and he has confessed to me that no matter your current sentiments towards him, he will never stop loving you.  He remains a great soul, Roxanne—perhaps not the one you had pledged your own to, but one nonetheless.”

“And yet I saw it not… I saw only your words…”  Her voice trailed off, and for a moment, Roxanne seemed to process his words, guilt and sudden fear warring in her eyes.  “I have not said a word to him since I left him at the surgeon’s… I must find him, I must speak to him.”  She started to get to her feet.

“In the morning,” Cyrano cut in gently, catching her hand again and guiding her to sit back down.  “We depart in the morning, and you may speak to him then.”

“And you are certain he does not hate me?  For… for loving a single man who never existed and nearly losing him twice over?”

“How could any man hate you, Roxanne?”  He raised her hands to his lips, kissing her fingertips reverently.  “How could we scorn the love, even the misguided love, of one so exquisite?  It was love for you that emboldened Christian’s spirit, raising him to new heights of courage and nobility.  And it was love for you that kept me from despair.  Without attentive mother, without sister, and certainly without mistress, I have had one fair-figured friend keeping me tethered to this earth rather than hurtling towards death.  You have enriched two lives, not ruined.  Never ruined.”

“If either of you had died today, I would have never forgiven myself… I would have spent the rest of my life never knowing… grieving a shadow instead of the two great men before it…” Another torrent of tears ran down her cheeks.

“And yet here we are.” He cupped her face and smoothed away her tears once more.  “Here I am, my love.”  God, how he wanted to kiss her, but it still felt so foreign, so wrong almost, even to touch her.  Seeming to read his mind, however, Roxanne leaned forward and took the plunge.  As their lips met, she clung to Cyrano’s shoulders as if she were afraid she might float away if she let go, and he brought a hand up to cradle the back of her head, fingers threading through her red-gold hair.  And for a long moment, all was right with the world.

When they parted, her eyes were still damp, and he pressed a kiss to both her eyelids in turn, tender as a whisper.  He heard her gasp gently under his touch, and his heart sang at the sound.  “Stay with me tonight,” Roxanne breathed, still clinging to him.

As tempting as the offer was… “I have to return to camp,” Cyrano replied, gently extricating himself from her grip.  “De Guiche will be searching for me, and I know he shall never forgive me for any possible compromise of your virtue.”  That got a watery chuckle out of Roxanne, and he reveled in that sound as well.  “If I could bring you with me, I would… I will send for Ragueneau to watch the coach.  You shall not pass the night undefended.”

Roxanne nodded.  “And I will see you in the morning?”

“You will.  I will arrange for you and Christian to talk—you will tell him everything you told me.”

“If you see him sooner than that… tell him I am sorry.  From the bottom of my wretched heart.”

“Such terrible words, my love, for a sin already forgiven.”  Outside—a world away, it seemed—a hush had fallen over the camp, and the last of the fires had been doused.  Time for him to return.  Tomorrow they would see Paris again.

And Cyrano would live to see it.  With his dearest friends and the love of his life by his side.  Such graces he never deserved, to stave off some distant glorious death a little longer… where would he be without them?  He gave her one last kiss, a chaste one of her forehead.  “Good night, Roxanne.”  Parting is such sweet sorrow…

She finally smiled again. “Good night, my love.”

[thirstychuuya]

i have no idea how to give you this other than just submitting it so uhhh skshfhdkg i accidentally sinned a little bit :’) it was written and submitted on mobile so hopefully the formatting won’t be too fucky but thank you for the inspiration and for this whole blog and aaaaaaa chuuyaaaaa 🤤

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“Date of interrogation... August fourthteenth.”

The voice echoed in my ears and flooded my brain with excitement. How he let nothing of his own anticipation show, so formal and business-like, how very real it felt.

His perfectly polished dress shoes clicked lightly on the floor as he circled me, taking another long drag of his cigarette.

“Executive of interrogation,” he leaned against the desk, looking out the high-rise windows of his office. “Nakahara Chuuya.” He stated, smoke puffing from between his lips with every syllable. He ground his cigarette in the overfull ashtray next to the recorder, snuffing it out with practiced ease.

The weight of the chains pinning me down was heavy, to say the least. He didn’t need to bring out his ability yet, no- there were hooks on either side of his desk cemented into the floor. The chains were attached to those, and they had no slack whatsoever. They wrapped tightly over me and pressed me into the wood, pinching into my lower back every time I tried to breathe deeply. My legs barely touched the floor where his chair would usually be.

Briefly I wondered if he’d used this set up for actual interrogations, or if he installed the hooks just for me. I shivered.

He didn’t let me think any farther, though. He lifted himself off the oak furnishing and continued circling me, heels of his shoes tapping against the polished floor, and I felt like prey just dying for the predator to stop playing with it’s food. But I was going to be good. I always was.

“Purpose, and-or information to be acquired,” he read off the script burned into his mind from experience. He hesitated though, looking oh-so-thoughtful as he pondered his options, before smiling again, wolfishly, and leaning close to my ear.

“I’m sure we’ll find something... mutually beneficial.”

His tongue dripped with dominance and I was already panting, squirming, wishing he’d cuffed my hands a little looser- no, tighter.

His breath left my neck and I heard the rolling of his chair’s wheels approach me from behind. I heard him sit down, heard the fabric of his pants rustle as he put one ankle over his knee. I knew that pose- I could see it clearly in my memory. He only ever sat that way to turn me on, to look down on me from his imaginary throne. He would lean back now, bringing a finger to his lips and biting it gently, taking in whatever sight he’d set before him- which, at the moment, I hoped was pleasing him greatly.

I wore that skirt I knew he loved- it was just long enough to be modest, but light and thin, any gust of wind would lift it, any curious hand could feel what was underneath it (though, of course, only his was allowed to). And there wasn’t anything to be felt- I knew what I was doing when I brought up the idea, long before he dragged me by my wrist into his office and locked the door. I knew what he liked, so I didn’t bother wearing anything underneath- he would have torn it to shreds, anyway.

He pushed himself forward in his chair, the wheels clattering over the lines of the tile floor, and his hands found the outsides of my thighs. He pulled on them slightly, urging me to spread them wider, and when I did, he let out a sigh of contentment, breath tickling my oversensitive skin.

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

His voice was still even, still strict, but the words slid down my spine like ice.

“You’ve done some very bad things.”

His thumbs were rubbing circles where my thighs met my ass, avoiding all the places I wanted his touch.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

His question was routine and could have fit into any context, but I knew what he wanted me to say. What could I find to apologize for, to beg him for forgiveness over? Had I teased him, had I made him hard at work, had I worn a shirt that revealed a little too much for him to handle? I honestly couldn’t think of anything. I shook my head, rattling the chains gently.

“Please use your words, the recorder is audio only.”

Fuck, that tone, how many times had he said that to someone he was brutalizing during his real dirty work? How many people had spat in his face for it? How many people had he pistolwhipped or stabbed for not cooperating? Did he laugh when they begged for mercy? I sure hoped he did. Seeing that side of him was an aphrodisiac, and I wanted to drink it all in.

I almost couldn’t reply, mouth too occupied biting my lower lip from the salacious thoughts invading my mind. I stuttered and choked out a small “I don’t know”.

“You don’t know.”

He reiterated with a theatric sigh of exasperation. I wanted more touch than I was getting, his nails scraping at my skin as they gently pressed into the softness of my upper thighs. I tried to press them together, to get at least a little bit of friction, but his hands immediately snapped between them and roughly wrenched them even farther open.

He clicked his tongue derisively.

“That’s why.”

I could only whimper. I could tell this was going to be a rough ride. Half of me wished he’d get on with it already... half of me wished he would never stop.

His hands were putting a firm pressure on my legs, and it felt good, but not good enough. I wiggled just a little bit, trying to entice him, desperately and pathetically.

I felt his hands leave me and whined before suddenly one hand was gripping the back of my neck, pressing my face into the desk, as he loomed over me from behind.

“It’s because of shit like that you’re all chained up now. You just can’t control yourself.”

I whined again. Whimpered, even. He was right, he was totally right, but how could I control myself when I’d been daydreaming about this all day?

I shifted my hips back, hoping to feel his own pelvis behind them, wanting to grind on something, tempt him. But he’d already sat back down before I could even move.

“You’re pathetic.” He whispered, with a beautiful grin in his voice.

“I didn’t think I’d have to use this today, but clearly it’s a necessary evil,” he sighed. I heard a click and velcro strap being ripped apart, the sound of something being removed from somewhere. What the hell was it? A toy? Him? I wanted it. I wanted it bad.

I got my wish. Something finally poked at my entrance, something cold, and smooth. It wasn’t a toy- at least, not one that I recognized- and it was metal, too.

“Do you know what this is?”

His voice was struggling to keep the formality, lust seeping into his throat and twisting his tongue.

“N-no... I don’t know.”

Suddenly, violently, it was inside me. I almost screamed- maybe I did, I couldn’t tell. My mind went haywire. It felt good.

“How about now?”

With a hot breath I clenched around it, trying to understand it’s form while also trying to get it deeper inside me. I still couldn’t tell what it fucking was.

Another sigh. He sounded so irritated, but I knew he was anything but. He was loving this. Every second of it.

“You don’t seem to know much of anything. I’ll give you a hint.”

The chilled metal dragged slowly out of me, and I instinctively bucked backwards, trying to recapture it. I heard his chair lean back and felt his arm brush past me as he raised it up, toward the ceiling-

BANG.

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Dust and fragments of the ceiling’s surface clattered to the floor and the surface of the desk. The sound of the chains rattling stopped short as I froze, adrenaline burning in my blood. A strong, smoky smell overpowered the cigarette’s scent, and the sound rang in my ears.

It was a gun.

Before I could fully process the thought it was back inside me again- hot, burning hot, from the heat of the bullet leaving the chamber. Fuck, it was loaded.

Chuuya dragged the weapon out and pushed it back in, slowly, so fucking slowly, and I trembled with so many emotions all at once I couldn’t keep track. He kept moving it, letting me feel that weight of it inside me, the power behind it, the lethality.

“How about now?”

I could tell he had a smirk on his perfect face, the kind that made me go weak at the knees even when he wasn’t shoving a deadly weapon into my pussy.

“G-gun!” I cried out, clinging to the cuffs around my wrists, chains clinking loudly as I frantically tried to press myself back into the movements.

He laughed, low and dark, shoving the barrel as deep as it would go, watching me twitch and drip with arousal, moaning right into the voice recorder.

“That’s right,” he whispered.

“Good girl.”

[thepropertylovers]

How to Put It Into Words

How are you feeling?

It’s been a minute since we’ve written an actual blog post (though we’ve been active on YouTube and Instagram), so we wanted to check in here and see how you’re doing. We’ve been home for the last 4 weeks (though it feels much longer) and, overall, we’re doing just fine. We are in our home, with enough food for now to feed our current family of 5 (plus 5 animals), and we FaceTime with our families at least once a day.

We are not on the front lines, risking our lives to save others with the virus. We are not working late hours and devoting days and weeks to help stop the spread. We are not working in the food industry or service industry or anywhere else that has to stay open so people can still buy food or have it delivered to their homes. We are at home.

We’re at home taking care of our 3 foster kiddos who consume so much of our time and energy (thankfully and rightfully so), as they have been for the past 9 months. They have no idea what’s going on outside our 100 year old house, other than short looks of disappointment and confusion when we tell them we can’t go to the park again today because people are getting sick and we can’t be around others right now. Other than that, it’s business as usual.

But it’s not, really, is it? It’s not really business as usual for anyone who isn’t under the age of 5. Though we’re not directly affected by COVID 19 health-wise (and hopefully we never will be), it’s still a very different reality for us than it was a month ago. Normally very close to our moms, we haven’t been able to hug them (or any of our relatives) in 4 weeks. The kids are out of school and most likely won’t return for the rest of the year, so we’re watching YouTube videos of their teachers reading to them and other learning videos we’ve found helpful. They’re not able to play at the park, so we’ve been spending a lot more time in our backyard on the trampoline and on the slide PJ installed for them on our steps off our back deck. Our food supply is starting to show signs of not being restocked every week like it used to, though we should be okay for a little while, and are endlessly grateful for what we do have. When we take walks during the day, we are careful to move out of the way and keep our distance when we see others out walking towards us.

What can we do to help during this time? We searched our basement for masks to donate, but we used them all up when we were renovating our house a few years back. We can post about awareness and staying home and social distancing on social media, which we have and will continue to do. We are not in the medical field, but we know there are still ways to help. We can donate money and give to those who need it.

We’re in the process of fixing up a rental house we purchased a year ago for PJ’s mom to move into. We mentioned in a recent vlog that she lost her job a few weeks back, so we’ll be doing what we can to help her out during the next few months. It’s such a scary and uncertain time for so many around the globe. We never thought we would live in a world where everyone on earth is going through the same crisis at the same time. Of course, everyone is dealing with it differently and everyone is having to adjust accordingly. There are so many who are in extremely hard, unimaginable situations because of the virus: those without a job, without clean water, without food, shelter, etc. Those who were already in hard situations, like refugees and forcibly displaced persons, now face an even tougher battle. It’s overwhelming and difficult to think about, but we feel everyone needs to be thought of during this time and it’s our right and duty to do what we can to help.

We’ve been at home the past few weeks, only going out one or two times to get medicine for us and the kiddos, and one last grocery stop. We’ve been taking trips out to the land and PJ’s dad’s farm to let the kids run wild and get out all the pent up energy they’ve had lately. The toughest days are the rainy ones where the kiddos are forced to stay inside. That’s when they really get restless. Can you blame them, though? Again, they have no real concept of what’s going on with the virus, and don’t really ask either. The most important thing on their minds is keeping their brother from taking their toy or making sure their sister doesn’t mess up their lego house they just made. They’re blissfully unaware, and we feel that’s the best thing for them right now :).

Over on YouTube, we’ve been posting about our life during social distancing almost daily. It’s been a nice distraction from everything to focus on another social channel so heavily, and we’re really getting into editing the videos and adding new music and just having fun with them. Are you subscribed to us on YouTube?

We’ve also been trying our best to stay away from the news as much as we can lately. When everyone started taking this seriously and we were all being urged to stay in our homes, we had the little TV in our kitchen on every minute of the day consuming as much info about COVID 19 as we could. Day after day we would switch between the different news channels (and compare which ones were taking it more serious than the others…) and our minds would go wild. The constant bad news about how fast the virus was spreading and how many people were dying, mixed with a week and a half of rain every day AND two out of three kids being sick (and us not feeling that great either), really took a toll on our mental health for a short while. It felt like the entire world (or ours, at least) was crashing down and there was nothing we could do to stop it. The first few nights of social distancing were the hardest for us. One night, the worst night, we held each other in bed and just cried. Literally cried ourselves to sleep. It was a mixture of fear and uncertainty. We realized that night that life as we’ve known it the last few years would change in the coming days, weeks, months, and it just hit us. It was a hard blow. Ever since then we’ve taken it one day at a time, and some days are good and some days aren’t so good, but overall we’re all healthy and doing what we can to stop the spread of the virus by staying home and staying put.

We hope y’all are staying safe out there and doing what you can during these incredibly hard, scary, and uncertain times. We’re sending you so much love, friends. Take care! xx

[kpopsenarios]

Devoted. Part 5.

Hi lovely and very patient people, this is the last instalment in the devoted series. I do want to apologise for the delay in this. A lot of crazy things ahve happened in my life which has taken priority over this.  We decided to give Taeyong’s wife a name to make it easier to write about. We hope you enjoy this.

Summary: Your life was turned upside down when you found out you had to marry someone you barely know but slowly you realised married wasn’t as bad as you had expected.

Warning: Language, Sex, Violent themes

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Then finally you both were standing just metres away from a girl. Seoyeon leaned closer to you and said “yeah that’s her. That’s Miyoung. What do you think?” You were surprised that she asked that. That was definitely a question you weren’t expecting from her. You looked at her and she was tall with a slim figure. She had long light brown hair. She seemed like a decent person but you knew looks can be deceiving. You couldn’t help but notice the way she was practically throwing herself at the other men near to her. You looked at Seoyeon and said “I don’t know about her?” Seoyeon smiled and said “don’t worry I’ve got a good feeling about this. Trust me on this. I know Kun.” You knew she was an excellent judge of character. It was a trait you were still working on. Then she took you by surprise again asking “so you mind explaining all the heart eyes Jaehyun keeps throwing your way?” You were surprised and turned around to look and see that Jaehyun was looking your way. You quickly turned back and blushed. Seoyeon let out a laugh seeing your reaction. 

You then saw a familiar man coming your way. He lifted his finger to his mouth shushing you as he got closer. It was Taeyong. He was at the event as well. You were surprised as Seoyeon didn’t mention he’d been here. He wrapped his arms around her waist surprising her as he whispered something in her ear. You watched as her shocked expression turned into a smile hearing his voice. She turned around and he pulled her into his arms. She pulled away and asked “why are you here?” “Well you looked so stunning leaving the house I couldn’t just let all these other men enjoy seeing my wife.” She smiled at him and he looked at you saying “I’ll be stealing my wife now. Let’s dance.” Then he pulled her into the ball room. Just then you felt a tap on your shoulder and turned around to see Jaehyun standing near you he smiled at you and said “why don’t we dance as well?” You didn’t want to dance as it wasn’t really your strong suit but still you agreed and he took your hand leading you to the ballroom. —————— His hand was on your waist as he guided you through the dance. Your hand was on his shoulder and somehow being with him in that moment made nothing else matter. Being with him made dancing easier too somehow. Your body moved to the beat and everything was just perfect. You finally felt like a married couple. He leaned closer to you and said “I have something to tell you.” You looked at up him looking into his eyes and replied “what is it?” Your heart was beating so fast in your chest you thought you were going to have a heart attack. He spoke softly and said “you’ll see later tonight.” You rolled your eyes in annoyance. Just when you thought you were finally going to hear the words you had even dying for he had to delay it again. You rolled your eyes at him and said “ok.” He looked down at you with an amused look and said “you shouldn’t be rolling your eyes at me. Or I’ll have to punish you.” His words sent chills down your back and excitement started to form in your stomach. You decided to play along and replied “and how will you do that?” He looked down at you and the look in his eyes was dark with lust as he spoke saying “you’ll know it when you can’t walk tomorrow.” ———————— After hearing those words from him the rest of the evening was quite a blur. The silent auction and everything else didn’t matter. All you could focus on was Jaehyun and what he had said to you. You were getting so excited and nervous. The event has finished and you said your goodbyes to Seoyeon. You went and hugged her saying “it was so nice to see you again. I had a great time.” She smiled at you and said “it’s been great to see you too. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other soon at a wedding.” She winked at you. You smiled back saying “will you finally be showing your bump then?” “Maybe. You’ll have to wait and see god mother.” You and Jaehyun then bowed to both of them before exiting. You held onto his hand the whole time as you walked to the car. He opened the door for you and to say inside. He got into the driver side and started to drive. Sometime during the drive his hand had landed on your thigh where he lightly massaged it. You had to admit the way he was touching you there and then definitely made you more excited than anything. ————— Finally you had arrived at the house. He got out and opened the door for you and you got off. After that he held your hand and led you inside the house. He was being particularly nice and it was making your more suspicious. After entering the house he stood behind you and covered your eyes with his hands as he led you through the house. He was so so careful with you making sure that you didn’t hurt yourself anywhere on the way. You tried to figure out where he was taking you but your sense of direction wasn’t the best. Finally it seemed that he had stopped. From the sound your heels were making on the ground you knew that you and walked through the house and were now in the backyard. You thought hard but couldn’t think of the reason he would take you into the backyard. —————- When you opened your eyes you couldn’t believe the sight in front of you. It was stunning. The back garden was covered with twinkling lights and there were roses laid out in a heart shape. You were taken back but this that your mouth fell wide open. Before you couldn’t even process what had happened he had walked away and stood in the heart. He got down on one knee and pulled out a ring box. You couldn’t even believe what was happening. You could feel the tears forming in your eyes already. He cleared his throat loudly and spoke saying “I thought long and hard how I should do this and it took a long time. I’m sorry I had to make you wait so long but I needed this to be perfect for you. From the first time I saw you I knew you were the one for me. I was too afraid to tell Taeyong I wanted to marry you but I knew that eventually he would suggest you for me to marry. It was a long wait but for me you were worth it. When we got married. I was scared. I was afraid you wouldn’t accept my feelings so I hid them. I set rules from the start to stop myself from getting hurt but I realised that by doing that I didn’t only hurt myself I also hurt you. I hate myself for the way I’ve treated you and I honestly don’t deserve you.” Now tears were flooding out of your eyes. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. You walked down the stairs and stood right in front of him. He took his other hand and held yours. He pulled a ring out of the box he was holding and slowly slipped it on your finger as he said “I promise that with this new ring I will always protect you from any harm. I will always care for you. I will always respect you. And most importantly I will always love you.” There it was. The words you were waiting for. Now you were crying out so loudly. He smiled as he stood up and hugged you close. He patted your heart waiting for you to calm down. You managed to mumble out “I love you too Jaehyun.” You heard him laugh as he said “I know. You’re not very sly with your feelings.” You lightly hit his chest as he said that but his grip was too tight around you to move away. Then he let go of you and said “I really do love you a lot Y/N.” He bent down a little and wiped your tears. You pouted a little as you said “I really love you too.” He smirked at you and said “well pouting isn’t going to make me forget about your punishment.” He then picked you up and carried you to the bedroom. You knew from the way he was smirking at you that you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow but that didn’t matter anymore because now you were finally happy. Your life was perfect. Everything was the way it was supposed to be and you knew nothing could ever spoil your happiness how. 

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*~5G NETWORK IS THE MAIN PROBLEM* *CREATED BY PROPONENTS OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER (ANTICHRIST)* ● Revealed By A Former Executive Of Vodafone Telecommunications Company, Newbury England. This article may be long but it is a must read for those who wish to survive these evil days. What is really occurring with this Coronavirus? This is going to be difficult for people to accept. But let me tell you categorically, factually and scientifically, Coronavirus is not the problem. It is questionable whether it is even a contagious disease in the contest of a disease that is spreading from person to person. What we are seeing are symptoms of a virus. What we are not aware of is the what is causing those symptoms. This has nothing to do with biological warfare or any other kind of stuff you might be hearing about on the internet. Those are lies spread to distract us from the truth. What you see is the bodies of people reacting to what is known as radio spectrum radiation or radio frequency radiations. I know that sounds bizarre. But let me tell you scientifically what is happening and then I will tell you contextually why it is happening. I will also tell you what we can do about it. *Origin And Cause of Coronavirus* Globally, I was the head of the largest business unit at Vodafone Telecommunications Headquarters at Newbury England between 2013 - 2015. I was privy to a number of the new technologies that was coming in the pipe, that was going to be implemented. Namely, the internet of things and secondly, the 5G technology. I knew a long time ago that 5G was dangerous, but I didn't understand the corelation with the Coronavirus, which I now do. And I want to explain that to you. What is happening now is that there is a deliberate strategy to install the 5G Network,  which is the 5th generation internet radio spectrum frequencies that enables mobile phones, smart phones and all devices to function at much faster processing ability. And with the introduction of Artificial Intelligence (AI) and the internet of things where all devices will be connected, whether it is your car, phones, refridgerator, electricity, etc; your house is all going to be on the smart grid. This is effectively a type of matrix,  unfortunately. So what is happening is that this technology has to be rolled out globally. The company I use to work for and running their largest worldwide business unit is Vodafone. Vodafone are in partnership with Huawei a Chinese Telecommunications company. They have been rolling out  a systematic implementation of the 5G Network in multiple locations around the world. What is the relevance of this 5G frequency they are using? I also ran my own Telecommunications company that specialized in radio spectrum with this ability to take external signals from satellites into buildings. So that the frequency on the building and the power  you experience on your phone inside your house is the same as you experience outside the building. When mobile networks were created initially, they thought people would be using it only when they are on the road. That's why they were called mobile phones. But actually people use their mobile phones inside their houses, where the signals were not strong enough to penetrate the buildings. This is called radio spectrum. There are different megahertz frequencies and the 5G frequency is a very high frequency. Infact, it is just below the classification of a weapon. And I will tell you why. The 5G frequency is 10 times faster than the 4G. Unfortunately when the 5G comes into connection with the human body, it causes cell poisoning.  So our bodies try to fight the radiations that is in the form of cell poisoning caused by this 5G frequency radiation. As a result, our bodies excrete the toxins with some proteins, DNA and RNA from our cells in the form of a chemical which is called "virus". Most disease are also excretion from cells that we are trying to push out of our body and they will exit through the orifices of the body. Now what is happening is that the 5G frequency and power, which like I said is 10 times stronger than the 4G is reacting adversely with human cells in our bodies by poisoning them. And as a result our natural defence mechanism the human body  is pushing out that toxin which comes out in the form of a virus. So what you are seeing happening to people in most parts of the world is not any Coronavirus per se, but cell poisoning caused by 5G frequency, manifesting with fluids, chemicals and viruses that the body is trying to dispose off because it is harmful to it. So all these are occurring around the world  and I hear your mind thinking how could that be possible. I will explain. Like I said, all that is occurring in the world now is a reaction of human bodies to the electrification of the universe to the 5G satellites,  5G Towers and 5G Cells that have populated major cities around the world. This is what is causing the pandemic. The scam called Coronavirus is the largest global cover-up in history.  In actual fact, what the world is experiencing now is the impact on human beings caused by  technological advancement. So what is happening is not Coronavirus, but a virus produced by body cell poisoning which is really a measure of affected cells excreting toxins caused by exposure of the body to 5G ultra high frequency. This is what is killing people. I will give you some facts that will hopefully make you to understand what am trying to say here. *Why Did Coronavirus Start In Wuhan China?* One of the first cities Vodafone, Huawei  and some other telecoms companies installed some of the ubiquitous blanket technology is Wuhan China, where this so-called Coronavirus supposedly started in a fish market. That is complete nonsense. The truth is that it started as a result of the ultra high radioactive or radio frequency creating radiations that was toxic  to the human cells. That's why people were falling over and dying in the streets, etc. So they were trying to cover it up. And because it has a fluid type characteristic, they are using the fake story of a Coronavirus to try and hide the true fact that people are dying from the ultra high 5G frequency. Note that when installed, it takes over 6 months before the 5G frequency can start impacting on the human cells, and that is what happened in Wuhan. There are other major cities that also rolled out the 5G Network  last year. Obviously, Wuhan was the first city,  then Spain rolled out 5G, Italy also rolled out 5G, etc. Now we are seeing an uncommon level of deaths because of the high level 5G penetration in these countries. Italy has had more deaths than any other country because it is densely populated with 5G and the older generation doesn't have the strong immune system to fight it. So Italy has rolled it out, Spain has rolled it out, most major cities have rolled it out around the world. In countries,  London is one of the biggest CCTV centers and obviously they are in the process of rolling out 5G. What is the relevance of all these? The relevance is that the Coronavirus is not what is killing people now. It is clearly, categorically, unequivocally and scientifically proven that the radio frequency that these people are being exposed to is what is killing them. *Agenda Behind The Installation Of The Ultra High 5G Network Frequency* Why they are allowing all these people to die is because of their multiple agendas. Primarily because the 5G is the only network with the speed to handle the future and where we are going rapidly is a world run by Artificial Intelligence (AI), the internet of things where everything is interconnected on the internet. A new global currency is coming out, that is why I have been pushing for what I have been pushing for the last 5 years for Africa to create it's own system of currency, to combat what was coming. In addition, there will also be driverless cars and a number of different gadgets that basically need to run on 5G. All these are in line with what the Book of Daniel 12:4 said that in the last days, knowledge shall be increased. Do you know we are already in those last days? Based on this, they can't reverse the implementation of these technologies and they are happy to sacrifice millions of lives around the world to Satan in order to get them running. Just to prove the point further, the Cruise ships were installed with 5G and the people quarantined on those Cruise ship were getting sick because of the 5G. Some hospitals have 5G, major cities have 5G, airports have 5G, and these are places where people will automatically get sick if they are exposed to the  inordinate levels of radiation caused by 5G radio spectrum poisoning. *Origin Of The 3 Pandemics of The Last Century* We have had 3 Pandemics in the last 120 years. The first pandemic was in 1918 which was called the Spanish Flu Pandemic. However, that pandemic was caused as a result of their implementing radio waves globally and increasing electrification of our universe. Millions of people died 6 months later as a result of the pandemic the called Spanish Flu. A few years later and after World War 2, another pandemic broke out which was caused by the implementation of radar equipment. During that period also, global satelites where launched to what they call the Van Allen Belt in space. This is basically where they send satellites. When that was implemented, there were a number of deaths from a pandemic. The last major pandemic was in 1968 which was called the Hong Kong Flu. This also broke out when they rolled out another level of satellite penetration in the Van Allen Belt, where over 100,000 satellites were transmitting radar signals to radar fields in the cosmic field. These were satelites that were pushing telecommunications and radio communication. So we had radio waves first at the beginning of the century and then the implementation of radar equipment and telecommunications satelites. All these caused pandemics that killed multiple millions of people. The last one like I said was in 1968. So guess what is happening now. They have rolled out 5G and this is impacting on people's lives. Killing thousands around the world  and they are covering it up in the name of Coronavirus, like they did with previous pandemics. This is a fact. Please go and do your own research on this.  Study 5G and the implications of its implementation. And just to help you further, one of the countries,  which is a huge country that has millions of people with cold weather, which is Russia has had no fatalities in the area of the so-called Coronavirus, why? This is because they have not implemented  5G on a public use yet.  They have only implemented it for the exclusive use by the military, hence they have had no deaths. To prove the point further, you are seeing in the news now that people without underlying health issues or compromised immune systems are now falling sick and dying of Coronavirus.  That makes no sense. The reason they are dying is because of the 5G radiation which doesn't discriminate between  the old and young. Both succumb to the power of 5G radiation. This is the fact of what is really happening. This is part of their strategy because of the importance of 5G and this is a global phenomenon that can not be reversed.  So please understand that there is a lot more information I can give you. But please do your own research as there are alot of articles on the impact of 5G on the internet. *Coronavirus Is Not Contagious* However,  the true fact is that this Coronavirus is not contagious.  What they are doing is spreading it to people via the tests and supply of contaminated face masks etc. We are aware of news about millions of face masks supplied by China to most European countries which were recalled as they were found to be useless and possibly contaminated. Now it has been said that those masks have been redirected to African countries of which Nigeria is the major recipient. So when one goes for Coronavirus test, it gives them opportunity to get them  contaminated with the virus. This is because they want to cover up for the millions of people who die from the excessive radio frequency  radiation of 5G. It is certain that hundreds of millions of people will die as a result of the 5G implementation and the Coronavirus vaccines. However this is in fulfilment of the Book of Revelations 6:8 which prophesied  that this pandemic will wipe out one fourth  of the population of the earth. This includes people in cities exposed to the ultra high frequency 5G Network and those that will accept the contaminated Coronavirus vaccines. *Secret Purpose Of The 5G Network Frequency* So the question is, where is this going and why are they doing this? We now know the technological reasons behind the 5G. They need it for a robust, scalable, fast and capable internet that can handle the professing of information about all of your movement, journeys, banking transactions, identification,  CCTV camera monitoring of activities around the world, etc. They need visibility on what everyone is doing. But the primary reason is beyond that. What they are doing which  is luciferic and satanic, is that they are implementing 3 new strategies which are: 1) Vaccines   2) RFID chips   3) Global Digital Currency. *1) Vaccines* The vaccines contain toxins. One thing about vaccines is that they give your body some part of the virus. Also in that vaccine also contains chemicals that lights you up  effectively  to respond even more powerfully to the radioactive signals.  So it's a bit like chemotherapy or radiotherapy. What they inject in your system enables the cells of your body to be destroyed. The Coronavirus vaccine will consist of a substance that will enable the frequency of 5G to be more effective in causing more deaths. What you are witnessing around the world now is that they are buying time to build capacity for the hospitals, warehouse and all the places they are going to convert into huge morgues to house the millions of people that are about to die. But God has a plan. So you don't need to worry. God has not given us the spirit of fear but of power, love and of a sound mind. No weapon formed against us shall prosper. So please know that this is a weapon that is being formed, but it shall not prosper against God's people. I will tell you why. You may not be aware that humans  are electromagnetic beings. I know that sounds a bit weird. But we have electric circuits; our nervous system is really a complex network of wiring that our masterful Creator created us to have. So brain signals, nerve signals, information that travels down the body that tells you to move, sneeze, fight disease, etc are  created by electrical circuitry that is in our body. The electrical circuitry then creates chemistry or chemicals, different types of chemicals, that we react to when we eat and do different things. Human beings are predominantly made up of water and it is the physical mass of the body that houses everything. But ultimately, we are an electric circuit. We react to frequency, respond to vibrations and electromagnetic energy such as gamma rays, infrared rays, etc, which are visible. Other visible rays are ultra violet rays and the visible light. So that's one part. The other part is charged particles like electrons, protons, etc. I won't go into that now. But roundabout our universe, we are given a capacity by God to cope with these natural forces of energy running around the system. What is the relevance of this? These frequencies affect our sense of well-being.  How can we combat, because all of these emit frequencies; our heart, mind, etc all emit frequencies. So what we Christians refer to as anointing, fire of God, might, power, spirit, etc can all be scientifically proven by the  electrification of our beings that the regenerative atmosphere affect us. Whenever we gather for worship and prayers, there is a level of spiritual energy which we call the Holy Ghost which is a physical energy than can be felt. I won't dwell much on this for now. However, the game plan is to  create a new order. Unfortunately, we are now in the era of the New World Order which has commenced. This is why for the past 5 years I was pushing my economic model with presidents in Africa to give them an alternative digital currency  and economic model than can  sustain them; independent of the World Bank and the  New World Order controlled by the 1% of the 1% global elites. Now what are they doing? Already in the news today, there is announcement of the Coronavirus vaccines that will soon be made available. Like I said earlier, there will be three developments, the first is the vaccines, which will have catastrophic  impact on our physical being when exposed to the radioactive  radiation. Now  the second is the Radio Frequency Identification (RFID) Chip. *2) RFID Chip (Mark of the Beast)* The Coronavirus vaccines will come with a tracking device called a Radio Frequency Identification (RFID) Chip. It is a microchip that will be inserted  in the body at the same time with the vaccines. They are not even being subtle about it, but are making it plain as Bill Gates is proposing. This chip will give them the opportunity to track and know who has taken the vaccines and who has not. So they know who is "safe" and who is not, who can be given license to travel and to do things on the basis that they are no longer a threat to humanity. Based on this spurious ostensible notion of the Coronavirus, which is a complete fallacy and doesn't exist in the context of what is actually killing people. They are using it as a means to justify where they are going. However,  this chip is also a fulfilment  of a Bible prophecy. According to the Book of Revelations 13:16-18, this chip is the Mark of the Beast which shall be implanted on the right hand or forehead. So that those who refuse to accept it shall not be permitted to travel, work or engage in any economic activity (buying and selling). To further prove this, the Bible says that the Mark, name and number of the Beast which is 666, is the number of a man. The person after whom this virus is named after is known as Saint Corona,  who is considered by the Roman Catholic Church  as patron saint of plagues. Now if you calculate the numerical value of his name, according to the order of the English alphabet, you will arrive at 666: *C=3, O=15, R=18, O=15, N=14, A=1 =66* Then the name Corona has 6 letters. Add it to the 66 above and you will arrive at 666, confirming what the Bible said. This is why everyone must reject the Coronavirus vaccines and the RFID Chip which is the Mark of the Beast. For according to the Book of Revelations 14:9-11, anyone who recieves the Mark of the Beast is doomed forever, as they will not enter the Kingdom of God. *3) Global Digital Currency* The introduction of a global digital currency is their third agenda. It will start with the USA and then spread to the rest of the world. This is why I developed my own Blogg Chain Platform which is my own digital currency. This will help Africa create it's own independent and strong digital currency that can compete with the digital currency of the Antichrist New World Order in the financial market. This is what we have been doing behind the scenes in the past for the Kingdom of God. Nevertheless, this has hailed a new era of the Mark of the Beast. It is real, it is here with us now! They are expediting action rapidly on it because they realise that there is a level of esoteric enlightenment going through the earth. There is also a level of technology that can fastrack other people's agenda which may be contrary to theirs. And they would want to shut it down before they come up. So what they are doing systematically, systemicly and simultaneously is that with the lockdown, they are now shutting down the global economy because they want to introduce 2 things: *i) Monopoly/Oligopoly* By creating monopolies in the global market they will select 4 or 5 key multinational companies; Amazon will be the first, then Google is obviously one, there will be others too. These companies will manage the supply chain of everything that we purchase. So every transaction is going to be streamlined, from food to electronics, to flow of money, etc. And only those that have the RFID Chip  (Mark of the Beast) can be allowed to use this system. The rest may be allowed to starve to death, killed or imprisoned for refusing to accept the Coronavirus vaccines and the RFID Chip implant. *ii) Creation of Unemployment* The second thing they are doing within the system is that they have shut down the global economy. By so doing they want to make as many people as possible unemployed so they can be forced to accept the new system in order to regain employment. So please do not believe these measures they are talking about payments to help the unemployed. It's not going to happen. Right now the world is heading to the largest global recession in history, just as prophesied  in the Book of Revelations 6:8. All these will happen because they are changing the game. So what they are bringing in now is a new system. The new blogg chain global digital currency which no one will have access to unless they prove they are no longer a harm to humanity by accepting the Coronavirus vaccines, which will be mandatory because they will force people to have it. Also they will insist that one has to take the RFID Chip (Mark of the Beast) which is a part of the same simultaneous process. Another reason why they are shutting down the global economy is because they want to take back the control of the economy from entrepreneurs and businessmen, etc. They want to completely disrupt the fabric of society viz a viz education, employment, religion, politics, etc. Everything will be completely different in a matter of months, not even years. So this is their strategy to ultimately control in terms of visibility such as Wifi, internet and all that gives them access to internet of things and the control of money. If you control money,  you control power. And it is their agenda to also control the world population. *Bill Gates The Antichrist?* Bill Gates has resigned from his position as Chairman of Microsoft and Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation. He is now vigorously pushing the Coronavirus vaccines agenda. He has developed technology in that direction. He is also responsible for alot of what is going on presently. So please for those who held him as an innovator, know that he is innovating for the demise of humanity. Vaccines have always been a danger to humanity because they contain pathogens harmful to the human body. Please take note that the Book of Revelations 13:16-18 identifies the Antichrist as the man that will spearhead the implanting of the Mark of the Beast (RFID Chip) on human beings. Bill Gates is the chief proponent of implanting the chip on human beings, so is Bill Gates the long awaited Antichrist? *Way Out* What does the Body of Christ need to do now? What do we do? First, we must repent from our evil ways and change our worldly  gods like money (mammon) back to the living God. This is the time for the Kingdom remnant, who have been prepared for this time, to come together. We need to unite as Christians. This is the time the people who were not feeding into the church normal restrictions, who have got all these assignments and mandate beyond the church, will be repositioned. This the defining moment for the Kingdom of God to rectify the things that are going wrong in the Body of Christ. Very soon you will see a collaboration around the world as people will come together to combine their resources and collaborate to make a positive  change; by creating alternative platforms/systems. I have been working on this for 5 years and there are a number of people around the world who are doing the same. Secondly, you will see a change of the entire world religious system. One of the reasons why there has been a ubiquitous shut down of worship, prayer and congregation of religious organisations is because they are making way spiritually for the Antichrist. When we pray and worship corporately, we create a frequency, a vibration, a move of God that disrupts their satanic agenda. So they have shut down worship and prayer gatherings to pave way for the Antichrist to come to the fore. Otherwise he would have been restricted by the universal concert of prayers and worship of God's people. This is what the Bible is saying in 2 Thessalonians  2: 6-8 that as soon as the corporate prayers and worship of the Body of Christ is removed, the Man of Sin (Antichrist) shall be revealed. And this scripture is being fulfilled now. So what is happening now is deliberate. It is not because of  the Coronavirus contagion that we can't congregate, but because they have to systematically dismantle for the first time in human history the corporate gathering of the religious people to pray and worship. This is because their prayers and worship  changes the spiritual atmosphere so they can't have power to achieve their aim if that continues. I wouldn't doubt if there are sacrifices going on behind the scenes as well to empower them for this move. However it is clear that all the people dying now from the 5G induced Coronavirus pandemic are also being sacrificed for this purpose. They are moving very fast and within a matter of weeks we are going to be shocked by the revelation and implementation of these things. The vaccines will come in a matter of months if not days. The new global digital currency will follow suit. The whole new economic system, which I have created one that I am going to implement as a strategy to counter what they have, will also emerge. I have been prophesying this for 15 years that the Kingdom of God needs it's own economic system. We have been working on the blueprint of God to advance His Kingdom, to save souls and to preserve posterity. In conclusion,  the best thing we can do now is to raise our own frequency by living a clean life in righteousness and removing anything from our bodies that affect the flow of God's Spirit upon our lives. The only counter we have is prayer and worship which creates it's own forcefield of frequency. Heaven's frequency will protect you to a large degree, as God is working on His own strategy He is going to implement to save us.