#bianca answers the tea

[cheemken]

To add onto that stupid prank the twins pulled on Iris and technically Drayden,

They pre-filled every glass in the cupboard with water, even filled the mugs with coffee

Some of the coffee already had cream or sugar in them

Iris sees this shit after getting home from work and just, with the more tired look on her face, leaves it to go to her room. With Eepy and Terry trailing behind her

Iris moodboard after going home from a tiring day at the League, having to stop Eepy and Terry from biting anyone, and sees that shit when she just wants a nice relaxing night

Someone pls give her a break😭😭🤣

Imagine as she slowly closes the cupboards with a sigh, she heads up to her room, Eepy was biting her leg while Terry was biting Eepy's tail, so Iris is there dragging the two of them upstairs too lmfaooo girl is so tired she collapsed in her bed, and contemplates if throwing the twins from Village Bridge would really be considered a crime if she tells the cops it was just an accident lmfao

[hello-eden]

Plain Sight part 4

@sir-ghost-the-green @blankliferain @catthestampede @elliesalien @wanderwithwings @bianca-hooks123

P1 p2 p3

Tim has a kid

He has a kid

Tim was sitting on the couch trying to process every thing that Jason just said. There is a kid one room over that he had a hand in creating. A little girl named Elle that he had no idea about.

Tim can tell that Jason's expecting him to tell him that she's part of some sort of genetic experiment or a one-night stand but honestly the second he heard that she was four he knew exactly who the mom was. She was made from stupid teen love and the feeling of being on top of the world.

Tim remembers Danny quite well. 

He had no idea that they were involved in any of this and honestly Tim's a little scared that it's their fault. He knows that Danny had a mad scientist parents but Danny was never into that sort of thing. Tim remembers the scars that Danny had said were from malfunctioning weapons and hates himself a little bit for the fact that he left him alone.

The news that Danny's related to Damien is entirely another thing. Danny might not just be his fault and he should probably stop throwing himself into self-deprecation. Tim knows Danny had no idea. Danny was adopted; he told himself.

“ Are you okay there, replacement?”  Jason asks in a softer tone that he usually uses. probably being able to tell that Tim's on the edge of a breakdown.

“You just told me that I have a kid, we have no idea where the mom is and that we have no idea what could be after them.” Tim takes a few deep breaths knowing it isn't Jason's fault.

“you got any idea who the mom might be or is this a Superboy situation”

“this is more of a Damien situation”

“oh was not expecting that out of you” Jason seemed to pause for a moment clearly not expecting that answer.

 “yeah”  Tim really didn't know what to say. this had not been how he expected the night to go. “I didn't expect it either”

“You know who Dahlia is or at least whoever the hell her name is because I can tell from her file that's definitely not their real name.” Jason said, obviously trying to change the subject from feelings to something with an actual answer.

“ Danny”  Tim takes a deep breath before saying the rest having not heard their name even out of their own mouth in years.”Danny Fenton” 

 “this a nightlife situation?” Tim can tell Jason is trying to be nice about everything's going on but the bat need to know everything is certainly strong and all of them.

 “no”  Tim remembers meeting Danny with a weird amount of clarity that he probably shouldn't. “Actually surprisingly enough, I met a cute boy at a Wayne Enterprises sponsored party and got his number.”

 “you didn't stay in touch?” Jason said obviously thinking there was more to the story. He would be correct. 

�� I certainly stayed in touch for the next year until Bruce was gone and a relationship was not something I was able to do.” the answer would get out eventually especially if they did the math. Danny and Tim did not part on the best terms but Tim likes to think if they met again there wouldn't be too much bad blood.

“ oh that would certainly be a reason“

They sit there in silence for a while before Jason speaks up again.

“you going to meet her” Jason gets up from his chair and makes a move to pick up their cups. 

“What”

“you going to stay till you wake up or am I going to have to schedule a meeting in your CEO schedule” Jason said, trying to make it clear he was ok with ether option.

 “no” Tim thinks for a moment. On one hand being able to plan it out would be great, on the other he can't bring himself to move. “I'm going to stay here”

“then that settles it” Jason makes a move towards the kitchen with both their cups in hand. “want more tea?”

 “you sound like Alfred,” Tim says, giggling a little bit thinking about how absurd the situation is.

 “Well, I certainly didn't learn hospitality from the old man.”

  “sure I'll take more tea” 

[spaceprincess04]

Just a lil sun from my drafts… this is like a year and a half old, but enjoy!

It’s day three of the press tour and you’re learning more and more about your co-workers, outside of what you’d usually chat about on set. You’re now at the Vanity Fair interview where you literally have to play a guessing game with two of your co-stars about their personal lives.

“What’s a fun fact about me? I guess there’s not just one answer to this, so answer this one freely?” Michael reads the card he pulled aloud.

“Oh, easy. You love basketball.” Jonathan eagerly answers.

Michael nods, “very true. More so when I was younger, cause I liked to play a lot. I still love to watch though.”

“You only have one tattoo. Makeup crew always covers it for films, of course, but it’s hella cool.” I answer when my turn comes around.

“Yep. I have the outline of Africa and the eye of Horus tatted on my left shoulder.” He Winked, which was very unnecessary if you ask me.

“Of course she would know that.” Jonathan gave me a pointed look. This man always accuses Michael and I of having a crush on each other.

“Well I find it to be a form of method acting, staring at Michael's shoulders. It’s very crucial part of playing Bianca.” It’s my turn to wink at the camera. The fans are going to have a field day with that clip, I can just see the edits already.

“Anywassss! If I were a drink, what would I be? Wait, regular drink or spirits?” You look past the camera, asking the interviewer.

“Either or” she answers.

“Let’s do spirits.” Your costar Jonathan helps you decide.

“Cool, okay. I’ll write my answer now so you guys can guess..”You finish dragging your sharpee along the piece of paper the crew provided you with.

“Coffee martini? I don’t know, Just kinda seems like your vibe.” Jonathan answers with uncertainty.

“You know, I’ve never had one. It’s crazy because i loooovvveee coffee, which Jonathan knows. I’ve just never been brave enough to mix coffee and alcohol.” You shrug. “So, no. That’s not the answer I wrote.” You laugh, patting Jonathan on the arm.

“Awe, man.” He replies and puts his head down in mock shame.

“She grew up around southern folks, so i��ma go with whiskey.” Michael answers.

“You, you are correct. I’d be a glass of Maker’s, neat.”

“Oh, yeah?” Mike responds.

I smirk at the camera before bursting into laughter. “Please don’t take me seriously, y’all. I cannot be serious for very long. Who’s turn is it next?”

“That would be me. This one’s easy, what do I take with me everywhere?” Jonathan takes a couple seconds to write.

“Your cute little cup, of course.” You make a tea drinking jester with your pinky out.

“I do not drink like that, but yes I always have a mug with me. I have about.. three? in rotation.”

“You definitely do drink like that.” You pretend to whisper to him.

“Yeah your mug and your speaker for sure.” Mike nods.

“Yes, the speaker was second on the list.” Jonathan reveals his paper.

“Alright, last one.” Michael pulls the last card. “Aside from acting, what is my other talent?”

“Trick question? Directing?” Jonathan questions.

“Tap dancing? No, I’m kidding.” I ponder over what his hidden talent could be.

“Oh wait, are you gonna say basketball?” Jonathan slaps his knee, clapping and laughing as he looks away.

“You’re a piece of shit.” Michael responds in between laughs.

“Ummmm” you drag out my response, trying to create more time to think.

“Damn, do y’all know me?” He turns his card around and it reads ‘cooking’

“I don’t, I need you to make a meal for us to refresh our memories.” You point in between Jonathan and yourself.

“Ooooh, yeah. No, no, I knew that.” Jonathan rubs his eyebrow.

“What? Yes guys, I cook all my food. When I’m bulking, I get the meal plan from the nutritionist and do the cooking.” He speaks into the camera.

“No way. What can you cook? Chicken and Broccoli?” you cracked yourself up, squeezing your sides from laughter and everything.

“Wow, I really am going to have to cook for you now. You’re doubting me?”

“I believe my brother. If he says he can cook, he can probably cook.” Jonathan joins in the banter.

“Alright. Y’all name it, I’ll cook it at the crib TONIGHT! Y’all not gone play with me like this.” He’s dead ass serious right now.

“Okay then, do a seafood boil.” You raise a brow at him to see if he’s bluffing or not.

“Bet.”

“Okay, we’ll see. That shit better not be nasty, Mike.” I’m still laughing when I tap Jonathan. “Watch us pull up and his chef is leaving at the same time.”

“You can watch me cook it if you want to stay that long. I’ll even film it for y’all.”

“No, you’re good. We believe you, bro.” Jonathan straightens his face into a more serious expression.

“What time will I see y’all then?”

“You’ll see y/n whenever she’s free.” Jonathan pats your shoulder.

“What? Why can’t you be there? I’m not going through this alone. I’m scared, guys.” Your eyes widened in the lense of the camera, as if the fans could see me live and come to your rescue.

“I have a thing.” Jonathan tucks his lips, trying to hide the taunting expression.

“That’s bull. what thing do you have?”

“I already made the commitment to myself. I gotta do my post press-tour self care routine. Self care is very important, to all my fellas out there. Bubble baths, face masks, and whatnot.”

“Oh booo! Forget you and your pink bathrobe.” You scoff.

“How do you know what color his robe is?” Michael’s eyebrows knit together followed by the straightening of his spine. You can hear some of the camera crew snickering in the back.

“I don’t, I was made the joke from that one magazine cover he did.” You shrug, not quite noticing the change in the man’s body language.

“I’m appalled. My bathrobe is actually red. My favorite color, in case y’all were wondering. Sorry bro, I can’t make it tonight. You’ll have to let me know in the group chat how it was, y/n.”

“Yeah yeah whatever, sassy man. I’ll be there sometime after 7, Mike. Oh, and another fun fact about me is,” you turn your attention back to the camera “ I can’t eat seafood in nice clothes. I will be pulling up in my non-interview clothes.”

When it’s time to close out the video everyone does their outro. “Welp, looks like I don’t know Michael B Jordan very well. Thanks for tuning in, be sure to check out Creed III in theaters.”

…

You finished your interviews for the day that you had with other cast members and went home to shower, relax and reset. Then, you remembered you had one more thing to do.

It’s half past seven when you pull up to Michael's place

in a ‘I heart dilfs’ baby tee, comfy shorts, and some pink hello kitty bling flip flops.

No later than ten seconds after the doorbell rang, your handsome co-star himself opens the door to greet you with a smile. “Y/n” he steps to the side, allowing you to walk in and closing the door behind you.

“You look cozy.” You comment, pointing to his basketball shorts and wife beater. “Nice shoes” you knew he was a sneakerhead, those retro ones are dope and hard to get.

“Ah, thanks. I was just tryna keep up with you.” He refers to your earlier comment made at the interview about how you dress when eating seafood. “‘I love Dilfs’, huh?” He smirks at your shirt.

“Yup, that includes Amara’s dad.” You wink in his direction

A hand meets the small of your back as he guides you to the kitchen. “Aight, this is what I got. I’m finishing up right now, so don’t try and say I ain’t cook this shit.” He warns.

“Ouuu, it smells good in here. I’m not gone lie, I’m kinda excited.” Your mouth is in the verge of salivating.

Michael takes the last of what he’s frying off of the stove and turns the fire off. “Okay, so we got crab of course, with the potatoes, corn, and sausage in it. We also got garlic noodles and fried butterfly shrimp on the side.”

He fixes a big hefty ass plate and walks over to the table. “This is for me or you?” You quirk your brows.

“Girl, sit down.” He laughs, scooting your chair out for you to sit at this huge glass table.

“What do you want to drink?” He asks walking back to the kitchen.

“Water is good, thank you.”

“Oh, I got some of those food gloves and bibs. I know you got your nails done and shit.” He chuckles, handing them to you.

“Oh, thank you!”

When he’s brought drinks for the two of you, y’all settle at the table and you prepare to eat your words as well as his food because it smells good. You just know you won’t be able to trash it.

“Damn man, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to shit talk you anymore. Let me just get into it. You, Jonathan, and the whole vanity fair crew are anticipating my reaction.” You crack open a crab leg, dip the meat into the sauce and pop it in your mouth.

His gaze is fixated on you. He hasn’t moved his fork not once, too excited to know what you think.

“It’s fire, sheesh.” You smile, cracking your next piece and dipping into the sauce.

“You and Jonathan had me messed up, I had to come correct.”

“Your place is nice. This is very Aquarian male of you. Modern as fuck, cool art but not so many momentos.”

“Yeah, when my parents moved out I kinda just re-did the decorating myself.” He shrugs. “Are you busy after dinner?”

“I was just gonna go back home. Why, what’d you have in mind?”

“Maybe a movie?” He leaves space in the air for you to answer, not completely sure if you were down to stick around for longer than what you’d agreed to earlier in the day.

“That sounds good, what do you have in mind? I’m only staying if it’s Sci-fi or Anime. I can’t do that rom com shit tonight.”

“So you didn’t watch ‘A Journal To Jordan?’ I thought we supported each other.” He pretends to be hurt. “But nah. I definitely was thinking the same thing to be honest.”

“You know I did.” You side eye him. “Ouu, should we watch those old ass reruns of Star Trek?”

“Hell yeah.”

We clean up the table and do the dishes together, he washes and you put them on the drying rack because he says that’s all you’re allowed to do. You like that he doesn’t have maids and cleaners at all times to do every single thing for him. Yes, he’s a well paid celebrity and can do that now but it’s refreshing to be around people who don’t move like that. You’re the same way, you do your own shit when I’m home and have the time.

“I’m not a huge wine drinker, but someone gifted me this Pinot Grigio. If you want, we can crack it open. My mom gave me this wine rack when she moved, she said it makes the kitchen look classier. As you can see there’s only one bottle in here.”He playfully shakes his head, grabbing a bottle.

“Oh wow, Mr. Jordan. Are you encouraging me to drink and drive?” You falsely gasp.

“My fault, I didn’t even think about that. Most people don’t drive themselves in LA.”

“No, you’re good. I’m just giving you a hard time.”

“I can take you home, or call a driver, or you can stay here if you want.. there’s guest rooms for you to choose from if you.” He clears his throat after the last sentence, realizing how it might have sounded and not wanting to insinuate something.

“It’s cool, we’ll figure it out. I will have a drink with you, though.. or a few. You know, wine goes fast.”

He smiles, your joke lightening the air. He’s focused on getting the cork out of the bottle, his muscles flexing ever so slightly and you can’t help but to look. “Ah, there we go.” He reaches into his cabinets to grab two glasses, pours yours and hands it to you before pouring his own and leading you a living room area with his glass and the bottle in hand.

The two of you are a whole glass in, and have completely forgotten about the show playing on the tv as it’s just become background noise to your conversation. Michael sitting on the other side of you. You’re so comfortable. You're against the arm of the sofa, legs crossed and laid out over the pillowy cushions.

“Why did you have to be such an overachiever? Not only is the item I requested perfect, you had to go and make some good ass sides too? Sick. It’s that damn Virgo rising.”

He chuckles and refills your glasses. “Well, thank you. I remember you telling me about my chart and how you’re into astrology, but I don’t really know much else about it. Can you tell me?” He picks up your legs, settles them onto his lap and starts working on massaging one of your feet. “This is a cute color.” He rubs your sparkly peridot painted toes. You never try anything outside of white, he must’ve noticed the difference.

You could moan, right now. This is the most orgasmic feeling you’ve had all month. With the stressful ass press tour, working all day and barely having the time to fucking chill. For you, this felt like heaven. It didn’t hurt that your fine ass, hubby material co-worker was the cause of it all.

“Awe, thank you. I- I um, found your chart online that day we were talking about it in your trailer and I remembered your big three. You’re an Aquarius sun, Virgo rising, cancer moon. I think that you being an Aquarius sun makes you inclined to live and do shit in more of an unconventional way that fits you perfectly, and it makes you iconic, to be honest. Virgos are like the perfectionists of the zodiac, the true performers and artists, they have such a meticulous eye for perfection in regards to what they do. Part of why you and Jonathan are some damn good actors, attention to detail n allat. That could also be why you both get along so well, but that’s a whole other thing called synastry where you'd compare your chart to other peoples and see how your relationship with them could be. As far as your moon, Cancer moon people can tend to be super tender, caring and comforting people. y’all lowkey some homebodies, all about comfort.”

“Wow” his eyes slightly widen, it’s a lot to take in. You love to run your mouth about the things you’re passionate about, he just loves that you’re sharing this passion with him.

“I went off on a whole tangent there, but it’s honestly way more complex than that. I love it. I think depending on how people use it, it could be a great tool for life. It’s like my version of ethics class… and wine makes me run my mouth extra.” a giggle seeps from your mouth after you take another sip.

“That’s dope, to think there’s a whole ass science behind people’s lives and personalities. I never would’ve thought it could be accurate.” He replied.

“Yeahh, I know! I was never really into it when I was younger, but moving to LA and all these other new experiences that I got going on made me want to open up to it and give it a honest try.”

“I'd pay you for a chart reading, I never trusted those little magic booths at Malibu.” He smiles, kissing the arch of your foot before moving on to massage the other.

You hide your noise of satisfaction with a yawn. “Mmm, I’d do it free of charge if you can cook like that again. I shouldn’t have doubted you, Mr. Jordan. My apologies.”

“It’s all good, now you know I can cook for you whenever you’d like.”

…

“So, what about you? You’re so good with kids. It’s adorable seeing you with them online, when we had the babies on set, and even with sweet little mila. Do you plan on having any? Or are you just like the cool uncle figure to other people’s kids. Cause’ I’m not at all judging. As the oldest sister, I once upon a time swore I wouldn’t ever have em.” Your hands go up in a mixture of shrug and surrender.

He’s amused by this. “I don’t buy that for a second, kids love you. I definitely want some. I love kids, I hope to have them one day. I just haven’t had a point in my career yet where I’ve slowed down enough to truly be the ideal dad that I’d like to be.I don’t know though, are you still holding yourself to that promise?” His dimples adorably peer through his smile.

“Ha! You know, I don’t know if I ever did, really. I mostly said it because I saw the stress that parenthood brought to people's lives, especially when they weren’t truly ready for it. I guess it's more me swearing not to be a parent if I didn’t have the resources to do it how I deemed proper, or not being at a place of stability for my child. You know? I can’t truly say that I wouldn’t want to bring that type of joy into this world. My heart ain’t cut like that.” You shake your head.

“No, I definitely get it. Being at the right capacity mentally, physically, and financially before I have a child is super crucial. I also want them to have parents who can be role models to what love should truly look like, like I had. I know everybody didn’t get to grow up seeing that. You know, that strong and unconditional, healthy, in love-love shit.”

“Definitely, that’s vital. I wish I had that growing up. It’s beautiful that you got to have that and can recognize the impact it has on people who don’t. Everything from childhood molds you into who you are, I believe. I would just want to give my baby the best childhood possible.” Your lips curl upwards. “It’s weird, I’ve never gone much into depth about this topic. But yeah, you pretty much filled in the gaps that I couldn’t put my thumb on.”

“Same” he points to my shirt. “Somebody gotta get that ‘I love milfs’ shirt to match you one day.”

“You’ve been teasing me about this shirt since I came in.” You jokingly swat his hand away.

“You started it, tryna clown on my fit as soon as you walked in the door.”

“Nah, I like the color gray on you.” You unintentionally stare at his shorts, the outline of him softly speaking to you.

“Yeah? You look pretty in everything.” He pulls you onto his lap. His hands explore your sides, traveling upwards for his thumbs to meet the peaks that hardened through your shirt. “You cold?” The pads of his fingers ran over your clothed nipples.

How do you tell him that your skin is burning up and freezing at the same time? That you don’t know how far of a line has been crossed with your coworker and friend? Who knows, but tonight wouldn’t be when you figured it out.

“You keep the ac on blast.” You shyly nod.

He picks up a fuzzy white blanket from the other side of him and throws it over your bodies, even though he’s naturally radiating warmth. Michael lays back on the couch, neither of you talk. Just feeling each other’s hearts beating, the movement of your chests as breath comes and goes from your bodies when you you inhale and exhale. His large hand gently rubs your back, in a manner that you almost fall asleep to.

“You want to stay with me tonight?” He whispers, lips brushing along the shell of your ear.

You nod “can we watch Innuyasha?”

“Of course, princess.” You feel the vibrations of his deep voice travel through your skin, scratching your brain in a way that feels so good. Your body gets heavy, you feel comfortable enough to let it relax. He smiles as your face rests in the crook of his neck and your breathing becomes deeper.

[pokemonblack3white3]

Just out of curiosity, what are your Gen 5 headcanons?

(Also I LOVE your transfem Ingo hc)

YAY OMG haha ty for askinggg (twirls hair) here's a collection...

Hilda and Hilbert are twins! Both their starters were oshawotts, Hilbert got a shiny and Hilda's eventually evolved into its Hisuian form. They were 16 during BW1.

Hilda considers herself a realist and Hilbert fancies himself an optimist.

After Team Plasma was originally defeated, Hilda and Hilbert began travelling around the world with N before Team Neo Plasma showed up and they went back home.

N is basically the twins' mom's third child.

Rosa was a Team Plasma grunt during BW1. Her older sister dragged Rosa into it after their dad used his pokemon to hurt them, believing humans would be better off without pokemon.

Rosa's snivy used to be Cheren's snivy.

Nate is hard of hearing.

Nate used to be really passive before finding the courage to stop letting people walk all over him during his gym challenge. His starter was tepig.

Iris is still champion, but Nate has come the closest to defeating her on several occasions.

Hugh eventually opens a pokemon shelter to help abused or otherwise undesirable pokemon (such as those with injuries and illnesses) recover and be released into the wild or find new homes. Anthea works there.

Concordia becomes a pokemon ranger.

N is the hero of truth and Iris is the hero of ideals. They don't meet until after BW2, but they click immediatly as soon as they do.

Rosa and Iris have been best friends since BW1, and Iris considers Nate her biggest rival.

After Bianca becomes a professor, Rosa becomes her assistant.

The Striaton trio eventually split up. Chili opens a restaurant in Virbank City, Cress takes over the Humilau City gym, and Cilan begins travelling to different battle facilities to grow stronger.

Roxie, Burgh, and Elesa have collaborated both in art and as gym leaders before.

Elesa is a lesbian and was outted pretty early on in her career as a gym leader. She decided to own it. She handled it so well some people still think it was a publicity stunt.

Compared to the media frenzy that occurred when Elesa was outted, nobody really cared when Burgh came out as bisexuality. Possibly because nobody was surprised.

Sonia has admired Professor Juniper's work for a long time. When Juniper reached out to Sonia to ask about her own research, Sonia almost passed out.

Ingo is a trans woman but she doesn't realize this and start going by Myrtle until the Hisui thing.

Lenora trained Cheren to be a gym leader. She tutored the Striaton trio, too. All four of them separately keep in contact with her as much as they can.

For their honeymoon, Lenora and her husband went to Lumiose City. After effectively taking over for a tour guide at the Lumiose Museum, they tried to hire her on the spot.

Shauntal helped Brycen write an autobiography.

Grusha and Brycen are pen-pals.

Since going back to acting, Brycen has remained closest with Elesa of his ex-coworkers.

Before Grimsley quit, the Unova elite four went out drinking together exactly once. Marshal and Grimsley ended up getting drunk and Marshal accidentally fractured Grimsley's wrist when he challenged him to an arm-wrestling match.

Grimsley has been in and out of rehab a few times.

Caitlin has several times burnt instant ramen by forgetting to put water in it before microwaving it.

League challengers will often find Shauntal missing from her room or with another elite four member. She likes changing up her location depending on the atmosphere of what she's writing.

Marshal is a huge tea person. He's got a giant collection.

Alder was champion for over twenty years before N beat him.

Drayden used to dread April Fool's day due to his grandchildren but ever since Alder pointed out Drayden could also play pranks it became Iris and Drayton who live in fear.

Burgh's favorite food is fried chicken. He is a fried chicken fiend. Nobody ever asks what he wants for dinner anymore because the answer is always the same.

Roxie and her dad are avid soap opera watchers. It's their favorite rainy day activity together.

Clay once tried to teach Skyla to drive a car and ever since Elesa and Burgh have been very careful not to clue Clay into the fact that they don't know how to drive, either.

During that party where Nemona met Lacey and challenged Clay, he actually did battle her. After she beat him, he mailed her his gym badge.

A lot of Clay's family still lives in Sinnoh, so he visits frequently. He loves the Sinnoh Underground and knows Roark and Byron well.

Bianca is lactose intolerant, but it will be a cold day in hell before she ever stops eating cheese, her favorite food.

Outside of her champion team, Iris is training an emolga and an excadrill, something Clay and Elesa are incredibly excited (and smug) about.

Elesa used to play soccer as a kid and is still a huge fan of the sport. Skyla also used to play, but is nowhere near as crazy about it as Elesa is.

Gladion and Professor Juniper got in contact to discuss the similarities between type: null and genesect. She dragged N into it and the two of them were pretty vital to helping Gladion figure out what to do with Aether Paradise after the mess Lusamine left it in. Gladion really looks up to them both.

N has befriended quite a few ultra beasts who can't return home through Gladion and Aether Paradise.

Brycen met Diantha before she became champion through their acting careers. She once gifted him an amaura egg.

Alder visits Cheren's gym often.

Piers is a fan of Roxie's music.

Colress has an ex-husband in Castelia City.

Lacey's birthday party is always a huge affair and one of the only places you can count on to find the entire Unova league, including retired members, outside of work.

When they hang out, Roxie and Marlon consider each other the annoying younger sibling of their dynamic.

A frillish almost drowned Marlon once, which is a story he will gleefully tell anybody upon five minutes of meeting them. That frillish is now his jellicent.

Skyla once got sued over her gym puzzle.

N, Anthea, and Concordia tried really hard to track down the Shadow Triad after BW2 to convince them to ditch Ghetsis, but they hid themselves too well.

Colress went to Area Zero and met the AI professor before the time machine was shut down. He pocketed a few paradox pokemon for his troubles.

Lenora treated Cynthia to a battle and a private tour of her museum when she visited Unova in BW1 and the two had a giant nerd fest together. Steven made Cynthia promise to bring him next time she visited- and she did, during the Pokemon World Tournament.

The purloin N uses in his first battle in BW1 is the same one Hugh spends BW2 looking for. The Shadow Triad lent it to him.

Bianca once tried to study the Abyssal Ruins but after realizing there was something down there with her she decided some things are better left alone. The stranger with the togekiss who was a little too interested in the plates Bianca had found also didn't help.

Hilda and Hilbert knew Rosa before BW2, but they didn't become close with her and Nate until afterwards.

The twins scoff at Rosa and Nate when they hear about their dates with Yancy and Curtis. They will never have half of what N had on that ferris wheel. Rosa and Nate think Hilda and Hilbert are annoying as hell.

The Nacrene City Museum is Amarys's favorite place in the whole world. She likes to use the art there as inspiration for her own paintings. She's been given free access to the library, too.

Amarys admires Burgh's artwork a lot, as well, but his gym is too full of bad textures for her autistic ass to justify going there again after getting his badge.

Drayton isn't sure if he has a crush on Clay or wants him to be his dad, but Lacey wants him dead for it either way.

The BBA League once went on a field trip to the Gear Station Battle Subway. They had to cut their visit short due to Crispin's motion sickness. Amarys is still pissed at Crispin for that. From their brief meeting, Emmet thinks Kieran is the funniest person on the planet. The club spent the rest of the day dressing up their pokemon in the Musical Theater, which Lacey especially loved. This was Florian and Juliana's first time in Unova.

The favor of Victini is easily earned through giving them apple slices. Not whole apples, those are too hard to eat.

Zekrom cares for Kyurem. Reshiram does not.

Zekrom is an incredibly picky water. He will know if you are trying to feed him off-brand pokepuffs and he will find a new hero over it.

Rosa hasn't caught Kyurem, but Rosa often visits her cave to make sure nobody is bothering her and just to spend time together. They're close friends.

Nate is buddies with Keldo! Nate hasn't caught him since Keldeo is with the Swords of Justice, but whenever Keldeo is in town he finds Nate to have a battle.

Thundurus once approached Hilda during a storm and scared her so badly she instincitvely chucked her and Hilbert's only master ball at him. Tornados, Landorus, and Enamorus will never let him live this down, but Thundurus came to really enjoy travelling with N and the twins.

Hilda and Hilbert lost a shiny pokemon due to not having any pokeballs shortly after this

Hilbert once tried to hit Reshiram with the "this statement is false" paradox and Reshiram actually tried to bite his head off.

Reshiram and Zekrom are both incredibly stubborn. Only the will of their heroes may sway their hearts. Except in the face of off-brand pokepuffs. Or when they see each other- that's when they stop pretending to be the dignified legendary dragons who stood by kings and unleash the inner angry cats they truly are.

Virizion felt sorry for Iron Leaves for being ripped from their world by a human's folly, and more or less adopted them into the Swords of Justice. Keldeo was excited to have an underclassman. They parted on incredibly good terms after encountering Iron Boulder and Iron Crown, where Iron Leaves decided to go with them.

The Aether Foundation funds a lot of research into studying artificially created pokemon like genesect. Since genesect are too aggressive for most trainers to handle and too dangerous to be left alone, quite a few of them have been rehabilitated at Aether Paradise.

Meloetta befriended Rosa's older sister while she was in prison by singing outside her window.

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Coming In London (Jey Uso/OC)

A date night for the ages across the pond. Post-Money in the Bank 2023. Jey Uso/OC one-shot.

Warnings: SMUT

Word count: 5.5k

A/N: New Edition's 'Can You Stand The Rain' was my muse for this fic. It kinda fit. I'm not weird I promise.

Enjoy!

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Money in the Bank was so much fun! 

Zainab had attended a number of WWE shows with some great audiences in the past couple of years, but there was something about the atmosphere in the O2 Arena that could not be replicated elsewhere. They were on fire all night, especially for the main event, yet another one her boyfriend and his twin brother were headlining this year. Watching him feed off the fans’ energy and tear it up with his three brothers was mesmerizing. Emotions ran high afterwards and she ended up hanging out in the hotel lounge with the Bloodline and several other Superstars till the early hours of Sunday morning. It was hard to fall asleep with how happy everyone was about the great show they’d put on.

Jey was still passed out at breakfast time, buried beneath the white sheets of the plush bed of their hotel suite. Deciding not to disturb him, Zainab went alone, and ran into Jimmy and Roman at the buffet table. They were still buzzing from last night. As she kept them company, she noticed there was something else exciting them. They kept checking their phones, smiling from ear to ear and sharing secret looks. Her curiosity was piqued, but before she could press for more info, both men finished up their breakfast and quickly kissed her goodbye before leaving for their flights back home.

When she returned to her man, he was awake but still in bed, with his phone in his hands, the sheets pooled around his waist and his hair all disheveled and sexy. Damn, he looked so good. Like, “I woke up like this” kinda good.

“Morning, sexy. Hope you didn’t miss me too much,” she greeted, giggling when he yanked her down to the bed the moment she was within reach, almost knocking off her glasses. She accepted his soft, gentle kisses as his arms wrapped around her. He tasted like mint, like he’d just brushed his teeth. “I brought you a couple of muffins, a banana and some yogurt. How ya feelin’?”

“Like I been hit by a damn truck,” he murmured, sitting up to rest his back against the headboard while keeping his hold on her waist. “How was breakfast?”

“Good. Your twin and Roman were there. They were acting real sus. Kept smilin’ all wide and shit and checking their phones like you’re doing now. Who are y’all gossiping about?”

“Haha, no one, babe. We just goofin’ around.” Clearing his throat and putting his phone away, he smoothly changed the subject. “Date night at the London Eye is a go. Tonight gon’ be lit, baybeee.”

Zainab pursed her lips and adopted her most neutral expression. “Are you sure we’ll be able to go? You still look really tired.”

Jey couldn’t hold back his laugh at her faux concern. “Z, I’m good. We goin’. Don’t know why you so scared.”

“You know I don’t like heights, Mr. Day One Ish,” she rolled her eyes.

“Last time I was in London, I went on the ride. The view was unbelievable and I told myself I’d take you there if we ever got the chance. Don’t be a scaredy cat. I’ll keep you safe, I promise.”

Whenever his mind was set on something, he went through with it no matter what. Since he only wanted to show her a good time, she decided to indulge him. “Fine. Bianca invited me for afternoon tea. Imma do a little shopping afterwards, maybe get my nails done too. I’ll be back in time for tonight.”

Jey reached for his wallet and handed her his black American Express card. “Here. Go crazy with it. Just make sure you look sexy for me tonight.”

Zainab sighed dramatically and plucked the hard plastic from between his fingers, previous back-and-forths reminding her that he would not take no for an answer. “You spoil me too much, babe.”

She tried to sound stern, but that smile he loved was bright and happy, and he couldn’t stop himself from stealing another kiss. “For you, baby, ain’t no such thing as too much.” He meant it. She had him sprung, head over heels for her. He would give her the world if she asked for it. She worked so hard on the daily and she deserved to be spoiled and pampered all the time.

Zainab’s fingers trailed over his pec tattoo as a fiendish idea came to her. “Hmm. Would you like something in return then, Daddy? It’ll be unfair for you to do all the giving.”

“Well, if you insist…” he rasped, taking her hand and putting it between his legs, making her cup him through the sheets. His other hand curled dangerously around her neck, squeezing lightly, watching the flame of desire ignite in her gorgeous eyes, “...You can gimme that throat.”

His gruff demand, topped by his darkened irises and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, had her pussy purring. She drew the sheets off him and exposed his mouth-watering erection. Adjusting her frame on the bed, she closed her fist around his dick, leaning down to flick her tongue over the slit of his head, and her smirk widened when a sharp hiss escaped him. 

“Whatever Daddy wants, Daddy gets,” she said to him with a wink, licking him one more time. As her mouth sank lower down his shaft, Jey felt his bones melt, and he laid back with a relaxed sigh and let her work her magic on him.

Today was going to be a great day.

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The weather was nice, mostly sunny with none of the infamous London rain showers in sight, thank God. After tea at the highly esteemed Fortnum & Mason, she headed out to the High Street with Bianca Belair to find a knockout outfit for tonight. The odds were in her favor as she quickly found a pair of heels that would rock her man’s world once he saw them. That inspired her to search for an equally stunning dress, and several stores later, she came across one that made even notoriously-hard-to-impress Bianca’s jaw drop. So that was settled. Next stop was Agent Provocateur. The store was stacked with so many beautiful designs of lingerie, it was tough to choose. With Bianca’s approval, Zainab finally settled on a blood-red, backless lace push-up bra and matching thong. She was highly impressed with the amount of cleavage the bra afforded her and how the color made her skin pop. She looked forward to watching it get torn apart by her boyfriend tonight.  

Her predictions were headed in the right direction, as said boyfriend was already drooling before they left their suite for dinner. “Damn, girl. I ain't sure I wanna let you leave this room no more,” Jey drawled, resting his hands on her shapely hips. “You look good enough to eat, baby.”

Laughing as he tugged her backwards right up against his crotch, Zainab didn’t take her eyes off the mirror as she bumped him away with her backside. “Down, boy, before you make me drop my contact lens. This was your idea so we’re going. But who knows?” She locked darkened eyes with him through the round shaped mirror and twerked her ass for his benefit. “If I enjoy myself, I’ll be sure to let you…eat me…later tonight.”

Damn. “We’re gonna have an awesome time tonight, later and afterwards,” he declared loudly and confidently, finishing with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows that made her laugh. Her boyfriend could be so goofy sometimes.

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Dinner was quiet and intimate, and Zainab couldn't help but feel loved up and romantic as her man kept sweeping her off her feet. He was super attentive and she was enjoying the attention and their playful banter. She loved that he topped up her wine glass whenever it emptied, loved that he fed her the last piece of his steak. Being together like this was really nice; thanks to their busy careers, this kind of alone time was a luxury, one neither Jey nor Zainab took for granted.

The walk from the food market to the world famous ferris wheel was thankfully a short one. Zainab beamed as she entered the structure known as Cupid’s Pod and was greeted with rows of red roses and candles decorating the enclosure.

The ride came with a complimentary bottle of Rosé Champagne and a luxury box of Pink Champagne Truffles, set up on the wooden oval bench in the middle of the pod. Jey was right about the views from inside the London Eye. They were unbelievable, overlooking the boats gliding along the River Thames and several high rise buildings. The higher they went, the quieter it became, save for the personalized playlist playing softly in the background. Snuggled up with Jey on the bench, Zainab sipped some more champagne, indulged in some chocolate and basked in the ambience and the safety of her man's arms, which currently were around her waist, the heat of his body pressed against her from behind. His soft lips dispensed tender kisses along the curve of her neck, eliciting a small, welcoming moan from her at his gentle caresses. 

“You so damn fine, girl,” he complimented, pressing more kisses to her skin, absorbing her intoxicating scent. “I’m glad you’re in London with me.”

“Thank you, my love. I’m glad I’m here with you too,” she smiled up at him, lazily rubbing his thigh.

“We met on this day two years ago. Do you remember?” he asked.

Zainab sighed dreamily, her eyes closed as she nuzzled her face against his. “Like it was yesterday.”

“Mm-hmm. I also remember your stubborn ass ain’t want nothin’ to do with me.”

“I told you why. I dated a soccer player and a basketball player. They both put me through some shit. Didn’t want to deal with another athlete.”

"Naw, baby girl. None of them dudes was right for you, that's all," Jey stated matter-of-factly, his toothy smirk showing off his silver jeweled grill.

“Ha, ‘course you’d say that.” Their romance was a slow burn, as both were still struggling with recent personal heartbreak when they first met. But their deep attraction to one another was something neither could stop themselves from exploring. When he was still working in the Thunderdome, he would make the trip to Fort Lauderdale to see her after the show every Friday night so they could bond and get to know each other better. They didn't even start sleeping together right away, because they were more interested in learning about each other first. When he resumed traveling, Zainab was sure that she would never hear from him again. But nothing changed. Not a day went by when he didn’t call her; a month did not pass without them meeting up at least once. She had been afraid of falling for him, but it was impossible not to. The man was beautiful, inside and out; not without his flaws and bad habits, but who wasn’t? 

At first, she wasn’t sure how long they would last, given his crazy schedule and his history, along with her own bad breakups. But somehow she shelved all those fears and worked with him to strengthen their relationship. The fact that they were now one of the few couples in their circle still going strong to this day, meant they were doing something right. 

She studied his features as he took her hands in his. There was a nervous energy about him tonight he'd been trying to conceal, but it only felt more palpable now. “You okay, baby?” she queried. 

“Any regrets? Ya know, gettin' with me?” he asked, his voice quiet and shy.

She made a show of thinking about it. “About two or three, maybe,” she shrugged, and burst into laughter at his bombastic side-eye. “I’m just playin’,” she chortled, nudging him playfully. “We’ve had our ups and downs like any other couple, but it’s been incredible. I won't change a thing. You're an amazing boyfriend, Jey.”

“You’re amazing, Z. You’re a special person, and you been so good to me these past couple of years. I love you.” He smiled at her, and she couldn’t help but shiver at the intensity in his eyes. 

“I love you too.” The feeling was still so surreal after all this time. Every time he said those words to her, she had to catch her breath. She knew about what he had endured in his past and how long it took for him to open up again. Knowing that he felt this way about her made her heart swell. She had never felt as happy and as loved as she did with him.

The moment stretched with them gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. Zainab raised his hand to her lips and placed a soft kiss across his knuckles. With that same hand, Jey caressed her cheek, down to her jaw, cupping her chin. His thumb softly rubbed across her bottom lip. Boldly, she sucked the tip into her mouth, her heated stare locked on him, and he could not resist replacing his thumb with his lips, feeding her with warm, languid kisses that made her lady bits clench and her toes curl. 

Their little make out session was interrupted by the British A.I. woman’s voice announcing that they were at the very top of London. Jey reluctantly released Zainab and helped her to her feet. “The best of all the views is right here, babe. Take a look.” He pointed, gently rotating her and stepping back.

Summoning enough courage to go closer to the railings she’d been avoiding all evening, she cast a cautious glance out at the wondrous skyline before her. “You know what? I think I’m getting used to the height now,” she agreed, turning back around for his rebuttal.

Jey was down on one knee. A little velvet box was open in his hands with a sparkling diamond ring shining out of it.

Zainab burst out laughing and covered her face. “Oh my god you asshole! Are you fuckin’ serious?!”

Jey feigned hurt. “I know your ass ain’t cussin’ me out while I’m about to propose to you, woman,” he exclaimed, watching her walk away with her hands still on her face. He could hear her laughter gradually disintegrate, and when her shoulders began to shake with sobs, his eyes prickled. “Z…Baby, come here, I got somethin’ I wanna ask you,” he called out softly to her.

She was sure she was dreaming. It was a struggle processing this overwhelming surge of happiness, a happiness that only Jey Uso made her feel. She had to sit back down because her legs were shaking. She would definitely fall over and ruin this beautiful moment he'd clearly worked hard to set up. Luckily, Jey was kneeling before her, his hand resting on her thigh while holding up the ring to her. Her tears flowed freely, but he was there to wipe each one away, being there for her as he had been for the last two years.

“Fuck, I had a whole speech planned out and shit,” he whispered, his own voice clogged with emotion, “But now I got nothing, except that I’m so in love with you, baby. You changed my life, and I wanna be with you for the rest of it. Thank you for teaching me how to love again. Zainab Ortega, my queen, my love, will you marry me?”

Tears kept streaming down her cheeks, threatening to ruin her makeup as she stared at the man she loved more than anything in the whole world. She had only one answer. “Of course. Yes, yes I will,” she replied without hesitation, nodding enthusiastically as she watched him slide the stunning diamond ring on her finger. It fit perfectly.  

Jey’s head was spinning. He never thought he’d be in this position so soon after Nisha. He thought he would never find love again. The morning Nisha breathed her last breath, he all but lost his will to wrestle, to function, to live. Never did he imagine that just eighteen months later, at a fundraiser to combat the disease that took his wife, he would meet someone else that made his heart flutter again, that caused his skin to sprout goosebumps with just a smile. At first, he felt so guilty and so ashamed of his feelings. But before her passing, Nisha had made him promise to move on, to open his heart again if he ever found the right woman. 

So he did. Allowed himself to fall in love one more time. He couldn’t believe he’d found such a beautiful, caring, patient, sexy ass woman like Zainab. Her kind soul, her perennial optimism and her zest for life inspired him to push on with his own. Now, his career was thriving and he was in the best shape of his life. In so many ways, she saved his life. Putting a ring on her finger made all the sense in the world to him. With this, everything between them would become that much more final, much more complete. 

Zainab stared down at her finger in complete awe. “It's so pretty! I can’t believe it. This must have been such a difficult step to take, baby,” she said, looking at him.

“At first, it was,” he confessed, wiping the corners of his eyes with the pad of his thumb. “But then I quickly realized how much in love I was with you, and I couldn’t live without you. I got that ring made two months ago, ma. This weekend wasn’t gonna go by without me poppin’ the question. Nisha will always be in my heart, but it’s you and me now, Z.”

She nodded in understanding and pulled him close, pressing her lips against his. “I would be honored to be your wife. I love you so much. Thank you.” She was literally on top of the world. She would never forget this trip to London, ever.

They spent the next ten minutes calling up family and friends to tell them the good news and show off her brand new engagement ring. There were a lot of happy tears and a lot of love. Apparently everyone had been waiting for this day to come. Roman and Jimmy had merely grinned proudly, and just as Zainab suspected, they both knew that this was going down tonight, which was why they’d been so cryptic and secretive at breakfast. Jey and Zainab were so happy to have the support of both their wonderful families.

She couldn’t stop fawning over the sizable diamond glowing on her ring finger. “Baby, this rock is so big.”

“Thought you liked big things,” Jey teased with a light squeeze of her waist, flashing her a knowing wink. 

“You know first-hand that I do. Oh my god, Jey…we're getting married!”

“Mm-hmm. I’m so fuckin’ lucky, babe, you have no idea,” he gushed. He cupped the side of her face and bent down to kiss her, gently at first, then harder, leaning into her. Zainab ran her hands up the bulge of his biceps, moaning into his mouth when his tongue lashed against hers and his hand slid over her ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

“You know, proposing to you wasn’t the only thing I imagined doing in this here pod,” he said.

One look at the heat in his eyes made her understand right away. “No. You wouldn’t.”

“That a dare, baby?” He moved his mouth down to her neck, a small groan rumbling through him as he nipped and licked her skin. It served as the perfect distraction for his hands to slip under her dress and massage the round, ample globes of her backside. 

“Babe, people can see us,” Zainab gasped, but melted into his arms anyway, “We’re gonna get in trouble. There’s cameras in here-”

“Fuck the cameras,” Jey dismissed. His penetrating stare shot tremors down her spine. "Do you know how fuckin’ hot you look tonight? Do you know the nasty shit I wanna do to you right now?”

She could already tell with the bulge pressing insistently against her. But she wanted to hear him say it. She couldn't quite think straight anyway. She wouldn't have been able to stop him if her life had depended on it. "Tell me, Daddy," she moaned.

"You drive me crazy when you dress up like this, baby, all sexy and provocative and shit…I seen dem thirsty ass motherfuckers at dinner, starin’ at you, wishing you were theirs...I wanted to bend your fine ass over our table and give you this dick in front of everybody. Let ‘em all know you mine."

“I will always be yours,” she whispered. "Always."

He walked her back to the bench, sitting down and pulling her to sit on him. As always, she fit perfectly on his lap, her ass resting between his muscular thighs. They hugged and kissed, his eager hands all over her body while she rocked back and forth against his hard erection. He took his time maneuvering her dress up to her waist, caressing her thighs the whole way and amplifying her already rabid need for him to be inside her. His fingers dipped beneath the lace edge of her panties, finding her wet and ready for him. He teased gently, lightly stroking her pussy lips, causing her to moan into his mouth. He knew just how to touch her, knew exactly how to make her body react to his every whim.

His hands slipped upwards to rest over her delectable bosom. “This a pretty ass bra, ma. You got it for me?”

“Yes, Daddy. You like it?” she asked. Jey answered her question by freeing her breasts from the confines like he was opening up a present. Her titties were nice and plump and made his mouth water. He eagerly took a nipple in his mouth and sucked while he massaged the other one.

“Baby…” she whimpered, hesitancy thick in her voice. 

“Z…” he growled, his lips giving her nipple a quick, audibly wet tug that momentarily short-circuited her brain, “Unless you tellin’ me to fuck you harder, ion wanna hear it.”

His mouth covered hers before she could speak again, and this time she completely surrendered to him, allowing his tongue to slide in and wrestle with hers to a no-contest. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants to get access to him. As she pulled him out of his briefs and dragged her palm up and down the hard, smooth length of his cock, she gasped as he immediately tugged her new lace panties to the side and lowered her down onto him. The stretch was incredible, and they both moaned. She looked at her new fiancé, who sported a sexy smirk on his lips, watching her mouth fall open as she sat all the way down on his long, hard dick. They’d had sex many, many times together, but each time something new was awakened in her, even more so now as it occurred to her that anyone in the surrounding capsules could take a close look through the darkness and see what was happening. Her heart pounded in her chest in anticipation. She couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but she wasn’t going to stop it. 

She moved on top of him, moaning as his dick twitched inside her, welcomed by her warm depths. He grabbed her breasts again, kneading them expertly, which made her bite her bottom lip harder than intended. When he pinched her nipples, her back arched and her head hung back. His long fingers then met her waist as he leaned in to suckle her throat and smell her, basking in the pleasure and feral desperation in her voice. Her thighs locked around his hips, giving her a little leverage to lift herself up and down on him with ease. She was dripping but still so tight around him thanks to how endowed he was. 

“Damn, baby…keep ridin’ me like this and you gon’ be a mama in nine months,” Jey choked out, his eyes rolling back as she kept grinding herself on him, squeezing her walls snugly around his cock. “Imma give you all the babies, fuck, you feel so good…”

He already put a ring on it. Babies were the next step, surely. The thought of conceiving his child on the night of their wildest sexcapade yet, aroused her to no end. “Hmm, then breed me, Daddy,” Zainab groaned. Threading her fingers through his hair, she gave him a kiss so passionate that he moaned into her mouth, he then forced her to do the same when he smacked her ass, the sharp sting zipping down to her loins. The bench was not comfortable, but they were so into it, and the ambience was so romantic and sexy, that neither of them cared. 

“Unnnhhh god, baby,” she whined with her lips parted over his own, tasting his heavy breaths, “Shit, you feel so good inside me.”

"I can see that, you creamin’ all over me,” Jey looked down at her gyrating hips with a smirk. Her creamy mess had visibly smeared his exposed gray-colored briefs. “You love this dick, don't you, baby?" he taunted, flicking his tongue over her lips.

“Yes Daddy.”

“I know you do. Fuck me, beautiful, bounce on this dick.” His moans had dissolved to primal growls now, mingling with the soft music and the wet, slapping sounds of their lovemaking. She pushed him down flat on his back, and the surprise on his handsome features evaporated when she began riding him harder, taking his dick deeper inside her with each drop down, with each salacious roll of her backside. Her moans mingled with his groans as he started to bounce her himself, his hands clutching the meat of her hips, moving her more vigorously up and down. His pouty lips were parted and gasping in stereo with hers as he made her fuck him, that big dick meeting the sweetest of her spots. 

“Shit, Daddy, that dick in me!” she groaned. The atmosphere was so incredibly hot, she buried her face in his neck, moaning her pleasure as she felt herself start to tingle and throb. "Oh, fuck, Jey, I'm gonna come,” she breathed heavily, her voice vanishing into thin air as she bounced harder and faster on his dick, hunting down that potent high. She nearly lost her balance as it seized her, a glorious cascade of orgasm, her thighs quivering and skin humming as the explosion eviscerated her senses.

She felt him sit back upright and rise to his feet with her still in his arms, his mouth moving against hers with more purpose than usual. It wasn’t until she felt something cool and hard pressing against her bare back that she finally broke the kiss out of curiosity. Looking behind her, her heart stopped cold inside her chest.

Jey had pressed her directly against the clear glass wall of the capsule, with nothing below her but the twinkling lights of London. Zainab screamed and squirmed against his body, her head spinning with both fear and the remnants of her orgasm as she struggled to get away from the glass.

"Jesus! Fuck, Jey, what…" 

"Hey, hey, shhh," he whispered, keeping a careful hold around her trembling frame. His lips swept tenderly over her jawline as he tried to keep her calm. She was shaking, her arms and legs gripping him with the strength of a boa constrictor. "Breathe for me, Zainab. Look at me. Look at me."

She twisted her face away from the view, her pretty eyes wide and frightened. 

“I-I-I…”

“Calm down for me baby. Relax.” His mouth brushed along her throat, doing his part to quell her nerves. Her squirms subsided, but only a little. He could tell she still wanted to get away, but he kept her body firmly secured between himself and the glass. “Do you trust me?”

Right now, on the cusp of grave danger, she wasn’t so sure she did. “Yeah,” she finally ground out.

“Then you know I’ll never let anything happen to you. I gotchu.”

His kiss was gentle but insistent and full of reassurance. She felt his hand sneak along her hip, then the sharp tug of her panties pressing into her skin, and a tearing sound and the flimsy material falling away. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him tuck the ruined undergarment into his back pocket. Keeping his body flush against hers, he molded her bare ass cheeks in his hands, grinding against her for a few seconds before sliding his dick back home. She clenched around his girth immediately, greedily, and Jey groaned softly as he worked himself into her with slow, winding circles that touched every single sweet spot her pussy possessed. He was a tight fit, always was. It felt so good that she couldn’t stop the moans that spilled from her lips.

“You like that, huh? Daddy’s gotchu,” he said, repeating the action again and again. He stared with wonder in his eyes at his love, the most wonderful woman in the world. “You so beautiful, baby. I love you so much.” Placing another gentle, calming kiss on her lips, he increased his pace. Zainab did what she could to block out the very real threat of the deathly drop behind her and focus on her fiancé now pounding into her. The sound of his body meeting hers was almost deafening in the exposed enclosure.

“Damn, Z, you soppin’ wet. I knew you’d like this shit. Love this pussy so much.” His expression was one of lust-filled triumph as he studied her face, the parting of her lips panting for him, goading him to angle his hips and fuck her harder and deeper, bottoming her out. “This turnin’ you on, huh, your ass and titties out, all of London watching you take my big dick…”

With another whimpering moan, her head rocked back against the glass as she felt her climax creep closer again. Her eyes fluttered shut as her nerves settled and more erogenous sensations took over. Her legs tensed around his waist as she rotated her hips in rhythm with his thrusts, each one pressing her ass deeper against the glass, making her wetter and wetter and bringing her closer to succumbing to that euphoric feeling that only her man, now her betrothed, could give her. Her breath was stolen from her as his dick continued to toy with her g-spot, his grunts and gasps warming her neck, her pussy walls quivering and rippling around his girth in reaction. “Fuck, Jey, right there…Mmm fuck, you ‘boutta make me come again!”

Holding his girl in place with his big strong hands, Jey intensified his strokes, his gruff voice grunting with the effort. "You fuckin’ right, baby, gimme that nut,” he mumbled, himself starting to unravel from the near-crippling pleasure. “Give it to me cuz it’s mine. Drain your pussy all over my dick."

Zainab hugged him even tighter, her nails digging through his shirt and into his back as her moans devolved to whimpers, and the faster he thrust into her, the further their bodies seemed to plunge from the same dizzying heights as the capsule they were in. She cried out as her release tore her apart, her walls suffocating his cock. Jey was right behind her, his guttural groan at the pulse of her throat, his dick lodged in the back of her pussy as he came just as hard for her. Desperately, she clenched around him, taking it all, milking him for everything he had as the world seemingly collapsed around them.

Seconds later, the A.I. woman’s voice popped up again to announce that the ride was descending in ten minutes. Jey leaned in for a breathless kiss as he pulled out of her and finally edged her away from the glass. She clung to him as he carried her back to the bench. He pulled wet wipes seemingly out of nowhere and cleaned her up, sharing more kisses with her while helping each other redress. 

“You good?” he asked, smoothing her hair back into place and drawing her legs onto his lap.

Zainab nodded, biting her lip as the last of her climax rippled between her squeezed thighs. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

“You loved it though,” he said, his deep voice seductively low as he stroked her thigh. “Don’t lie to Daddy now. I could tell you loved every second, you got so wet for me, babe...”

There was so much amusement and cockiness and love in his eyes. All for her. “You always make me wet, Daddy,” she admitted, glancing back at the sheet of glass she’d been trapped against just moments ago. She had to give him his props for his highly unique sense of adventure. “You think we’ll still be this lit after we’re married?” she questioned.

“Ay, as long as we work on it, together, like we been doin’, and we don’t let none of that outside noise creep in…we’ll be good. That’s what I want for us, Z.”

She liked that answer a lot. It was what she wanted, too. “I made you a promise earlier that if I enjoyed myself, you can eat me when we get back. My offer still stands,” she noted, batting her long lashes at him.

Jey smiled like the cat who got the cream. Literally. Picking out a truffle from the box, he popped it into his mouth and licked up the morsel that stained his finger.

“Mmm. I bet this goes great with pussy,” he commented with a sly smirk.

Fuck. Zainab’s throat went dry and her body instantly flooded with heat, despite having been thoroughly fucked just minutes ago. “You might be right,” she uttered back.

The capsule finally came to a safe stop on the ground, bringing the ride to an end. Jey and Zainab settled for a few more chocolatey smooches as the pod's doors opened. Expecting to be confronted about their antics by someone in authority, they were relieved when no one approached. The newly-engaged couple walked out hand in hand with big dreamy smiles on their faces, eager to retreat to their far more private hotel suite to continue their raunchy celebrations.

They took the box of chocolates with them…for research purposes, of course.

THE END

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VVBS FAMILY DECREPATION DROPED!

+ new familys

I also updated the family descriptions from the previous post here. Like last time, I have provided a link to the wiki for new sims to understand the reference

Albany wanted a big family, and he got it without paying attention to the growing strife from within. Meanwhile Goneril has been having a secret affair, in which she found a lifeline and a chance break free from her old beliefs in order to openly express her genuine thoughts and feelings. Will Mrs. Capp be able to go on with it or will she once again withdraw into her shell for the supposed family “stability”? And will Miranda, Hal, Desdemona and Ariel carry on the Capp pseudo-traditions, or smash the establishment to smithereens?

Antonio Monty’s emotional state and career are sinking to the bottom of a “grape juice” bottle. Will his children be able to help him recover from the loss or is he going to need the outside help? Where has Hero disappeared to? Was it an alien abduction, like how it happened to that lady in a red dress? Or does Regan Capp have something to do with it, since Hero wouldn’t stop going on about her until the day she vanished into thin air?

Regan and Cornwall had to move from the big city of Belladonna Cove back to the small Veronaville due to unsuccessful financial shenanigans. It appears that these two will have to move in with, in Cornwall’s own words, a no-good, insignificant, useless and lazy Regan’s younger brother until the duo gains the strength to start all over again.

Bianca Monty has always dreamt about children, and someone from above gave her a clear answer by leaving a young and eccentric Benvolio on her doorstep. Recently, however, the young mother has been feeling uneasy and is growing distant from her adoptive son. How does Benvolio feel about this and is he aware of the reasons behind his mother’s anxiety?

The Snout (my post) - Zhung (wiki link)

Madam Snout, a fashion photographer and designer, once belonged to an influential family of tea planters – the Zhungs. But one day Madam’s worldview took a 180 degree turn and she fled to Veronaville with her daughter in tow to start a new life away from her strict family. Things went on as usual until one day Madam’s mother, Madame Yingtai herself, appeared on her doorstep. What could be a reason for Yingtai to make a surprise visit to her “prodigal” daughter?

The Macbeth - Gloucester

“What did the wise and strict Ladya find in such a sad-sack as Erlolf?” - that is the question which has been puzzling the minds of the upper class even after Ladia’s passing. Can it be true that that stroke of lighting boosted Erlolf’s luck up to 10000%? Can luck be inherited? Ask the brothers, who need to split the inheritance and one of them needs to continue their mother’s legacy. But, all things considered, one of them wants to take MUCH MORE of what is due.

yeha sorry I haven't been particularly active here lately because I worked very hard (and studied at the same time) to FINALLY FINISHED MY PROJECT🎉🎉🎉

The process went faster thanks to my good friends

I hope this month I will be able to give a presave for download, BUT the hood is available so far only in RUS

so until the translation is ready, I will try to make more vv:bs content!

[wrongcaitlyn]

Ok now that we have a secound tsats book coming out i feel the need to read all the solangelo fics

Do you have any long solangelo fic recs? U feel like I've read them all

of COURSE i do omg i have to admit that a lot of the fics in my bookmarks are shorter ones/oneshots but i think that the solangelo fandom just tends to write more of those?? or at least that's just my experience based on what i've read - but here are some longer fics that are must-reads!! (don't have as much time to write in depth reviews as my past recs so just assume that i have lines of caps lock keysmashes for all of them bc i swear they're incredible)

la vita è fatta così by HowlingAlchemist

When Bianca somehow comes back from the dead, she, Nico and Will are sent on a quest that will hopefully answer some lingering questions. But Nico and Bianca are not the kids that they once were, and things get very difficult as a result. this one is more bianca & nico focused as a plot HOWEVER there's a lot of absolutely wonderful solangelo!!

The Stolen God by @tsarinatorment

Python is defeated. The prophecies are restored, and Nero has fallen. Apollo has not been seen since. His trials are over; why isn’t he back on Olympus? i KNOW that i've already rec'd this one but if you haven't read it. like literally. go read it. seriously. (and also it's another one where solangelo isn't really the *main* focus, BUT there's lots of solangelo content <3)

FAR GALAXIES by @rosyredlipstick

She didn’t answer. Instead, she pulled out her PADD from her coat, slow enough that Nico only slightly twitched. Jason’s transmission was loaded up on the screen—at the bottom, their signature tag was spelled out. “Guardians of the Galaxy. That supposed to be a joke?” “More like an aspiration,” Jason said. - Space, the final frontier. Or whatever. this one's actually one im currently reading and i'm abt halfway through rn and love it!!

okay usually i define a "long" fic as 100k+ words but after looking through all of my bookmarks im realizing that those are literally the only ones i have. so! we're lowering the word count minimum to over 40k+ words bc these are also amazing fics!! (currently wishing there was a way to sort bookmarks by word count)

peach tea by ghosttotheparty

Please Stay by CoolBeesBro

like the sun and stars above by demigodbeautiies

Bad Sons by thesungod

will also subtly self promo my hunger games fic which has a lot of mcd and is very very fun imo

so that's wild it looks like i need some long solangelo fic recs too?? why are most of my bookmarks oneshots??? its actually so funny bc in other fandoms i have a bunch of long fic bookmarks and rarely any oneshots so it's an interesting little statistic. pls drop more recs if you have any!!

[afterdarkprincess]

Hi lovely 💕

For the sleepover questions:

- Tell us your Solo/Sami headcanons.

- Tell us your CM Punk/Drew headcanons.

- And for good measure please add your Sami/Jey & your Ambreigns headcanons as well while you’re at it.

FMK: Roman, Seth, Mox

FMK: Solo, Sami, Jey

FMK: Punk, Drew, Cody

FMK: Jade, Naomi, Bianca

FMK: Rhea, Liv, Becky

Questions, questions, questions:

- What’s an accomplishment/ thing in your life you’re very proud of?

- Name three things you love about yourself?

- What makes you furious in fandom spaces (your fandom pet peeves so to say)?

- Who was your first celebrity crush? Who’s your latest?

- Who do you adore on this website (aka tumblr crushes)?

- What do you find attractive in a person (physically and personality wise)?

- Favorite story you ever wrote?

- Favorite story someone else wrote?

- Your current favorite song?

- One ingredient/ dish you love and one you despise?

This or that:

- Cats and/or dogs?

- Coffee and/or tea?

- Hiking, cycling or swimming?

- Pizza or pasta?

- Mexican, Chinese or Indian takeout? Or something else?

- Cooking, baking or ordering in?

- Quiet night in or a night out socializing with friends?

- Cold weather or hot weather?

- Pants, skirts or dresses?

This got a little out of hand oops 😂

Feel free to answer whatever you wanna answer and skip whatever you don’t. Or answer everything. Up to you. Happy sleepover!

Hugs and kisses 💖

AHHH Thank you!!!!! I've been so excited all day to get home and hae time to answer these!!

Gonna answer under the cut because I'm sure this will be long lol 💖💖💖

💕Solo/Sami headcanons

I feel like a LOT of my headcanons on Solo and Sami come from one specific fic on AO3- The Solo Man

I love Solo as being selectively mute and/or very shy. I haven't really gotten to explore this with Solo in my fics very much, but I'm really looking forward to doing so.

I do feel like Solo has such a soft spot for Sami (I mean I have eyes) Sami was a real source of kindness for him when he really didn't have that from anyone.

💕CM Punk/Drew McIntyre headcanons

oh noooo my brainrot lol

They're TOXIC as fuck, they bring out the worst in each other. I can't find anything sweet or soft in them, it's obsession, it's raw, it's violent. Possessive and Obsessive.

And they fuck nasty obviously. I tend to prefer Bottom Drew, something so fun about subverting their size difference but I'll eat up anything.

💕Samijey headcanons

Ahhhh I just love them- I feel like a lot of my headcanons POP out in my fics. I feel like Jey Uso is an acts of service guy. I think he does anything and everything to make sure that Sami feels taken care of. This shows up really early on in Devil in the Details and uhhh fun fact I wrote the first part of that fic before I knew that Sami was vegan, hence why there are SO many references to Jey cooking chicken for Sami. It was too integral to how I was having Jey show his affection to take it out, so for that one fic Sami is just no pork not vegan lol

Sami talks ALL the time, and Jey pretends to be annoyed but the constant stream of consciousness is actually so comforting to him. He very rarely has to worry about what Sami is thinking or feeling because he will just tell him.

Jey cut those crop tops so Sami would look at him.

From You're My Keeper (Pull Me Deeper):

“You really like my waist, huh?” he murmured. 

As if to prove his point, Sami sank his teeth into the soft flesh under his bellybutton. “Can’t stop looking at it,” Sami whispered into his skin. “So fucking perfect. Those stupid crop tops are fucking killing me, dude.”

“Really? Hm, I thought so.”

Sami’s head shot up. “You knew?”

Jey blushed. “I guess, I kinda knew you were like… Looking. I guess I thought… Nevermind, this is fucking embarrassing.” He clapped his hands over his face. 

“You thought what?” He felt Sami tugging at his fingers, and Jey reluctantly let his hands get pulled away. Sami had the worst look on his face, smug and bemused. Didn’t he know this was absolute torture?

“I don’t know, I thought maybe if I cut the shirts shorter, then like… You know… You’d look at me more,” Jey pushed out through clenched teeth. Scratch that, this was the worst look. Sami positively beamed, fondness radiating out from him in shameless sunshine rays. If he was a dog, he’d surely be wagging his tail like a maniac. Jey tried not to linger on that thought too long.

“Jesus you are so fucking cute,” Sami wheezed, burying his face into Jey’s chest.

Literally one of my favorite fics ever- I reread it all the damn time. (If the author of this fic is on here?? let me know pls & I'll tag you💖)

And I do think that Sami/Jey switch up who tops and bottoms, but I'm always here for bottom!Jey, sweet pillow princess.

💕Ambreigns headcanons

OO this is a good one- I typically go for Ambrolleigns (bc they all have two hands) or Ambrollins because of my donut sister @elementaldoughnut12 I feel like where Dean and Seth have that very turbulent high passion love, Dean and Roman have a level of like rock solid devotion?? Someone that they can always rely on, coming even closer together after everything fell apart with Seth.

Even more than Seth's betrayal, Dean leaving spurred on the creation of the Tribal Chief. Roman, alone and brokenhearted, left by the man who he thought would never leave him, turns himself into something cold and cruel. Makes himself monstrous, surrounds himself by a cheap copy of what they had.

He wants Dean back, wants it more than anything, but some part of him is terrified that Dean will reject him, will detest what he has become.

💕Fuck, Marry, Kill

FMK: Roman, Seth, Mox

Fuck: Roman (I'm gonna need that tongue baby good lord)

Marry: Mox 100%, I'm gonna need to hit that multiple times, and also I feel like our personalities are really complimentary

Kill: RIP I'm so sorry Seth, please keep serving even in Death

FMK: Solo, Sami, Jey

Fuck: Solo- and he needs to bring the gloves okay? 🥵

Marry: Jey 🩵

Kill: Sami :( I hate to kill my hubby's hubby though

FMK: Punk, Drew, Cody

Fuck: Cody (he's hot, IDK that I'd wanna deal with him all the time)

Marry: CM Punk.... listenn

Kill: Drew- would need to take him out to marry Punk anyway

FMK: Jade, Naomi, Bianca

Fuck: JADE- HELLO?? PLEASE???

Marry: Naomi- Jimmy can come too

Kill: Bianca

FMK: Rhea, Liv, Becky

Fuck: Liv

Marry: Please, please Mami, I'm-PLEASE?

Kill: Becky, RIP girlie

💕Questions, questions, questions:

- What’s an accomplishment/ thing in your life you’re very proud of?

90k words posted on AO3 as of today has me feeling really good. I challenged myself at the beginning of the year to get to 100k by the end of 2024, but even where I'm at now... a year ago I would have laughed at you if you told me that. I've been writing in spits and spurts my whole life, but I really lacked confidence to do anything with my fanworks. I usually didn't even finish them. Before this last year, the most I had written was 2 NaNoWriMo attempts, both sat at around 25-30k and were never completed. And now with the all the support I've gotten here and on AO3, I've had the most creative period in my life. It makes me tear up thinking about it honestly.

- Name three things you love about yourself?

My passion, my sense of humor, and my tits lol

- What makes you furious in fandom spaces (your fandom pet peeves so to say)?

The only pet peeve I really have is like being rude and giving people shit for what they like and don't like?? Like I've been around since the days of Don't Like, Don't Read. If you don't like something, it's not for you, it costs zero dollars to shut the fuck up.

- Who was your first celebrity crush? Who’s your latest?

Oh gosh, so many. I mean the first would definitely be Tuxedo Mask from Sailor Moon 💖💖 Daniel Radcliffe when I got a little older and realized I wasn't going to be able to marry a cartoon. Right now? I mean all of those hot Samoans first of all. Rhea Ripley, obv. Moxley.

- Who do you adore on this website (aka tumblr crushes)?

EVERYONE lol this list is gonna be so long @feelschicken who has been my IRL bestie for like 20+ years at this point, who allowed me to drag her into Wrestling via several hour long conversations in the car where I would literally yell about the Bloodline

@elementaldoughnut12 my donut sister who has inspired so many of my fics and cheered me on through so much of this last year. Love you so much punkin 🥰

@harmshake my beloved tumblr gf, a constant source of positivity in my life 💖 Not to mention she writes the HOTTEST fics omg

@southerngirl41 who's been on the tag squad since the BEGINNING and I appreciate her comments so much

@jeysbvck Shan 💙 because we're both unhinged and feral for Jey- she just gets me

@imabillyami of course you too obviously- you are so sweet and not to mention your fics are amazing

@rollinsland who keeps my dash FULL of content of all my faves, and is so so sweet

@shanie-the-komania-toyaddict my Zowens connection, and another amazing sweet person

@motherknuckers I think we share a braincell for real

@samijey because like... A Way With Words is THE Sami/Jey fic, not to mention her amazing gif skills 😍

@thlayli-ra who definitely gave me the Punkintyre brainrot

@who-do-you-want-to-be MY SWEET KOALA FRIEND

@jeyuwuso WHOSE FIC I LINKED EARLIER, literally love all their work!!!

@taydaq her ART, especially Samijey 🥹

I know I'm missing people, I could be at this all night: @crxssjae @hypno-bear-tini @rosiel77 @mzv11 @theninthwonder @dontletme--cavein @codyswhitebelt @jobikinn if I missed others I'm so sorry 😭 and if tumblr messes up these tags I'll scream

- What do you find attractive in a person (physically and personality wise)?

Humor, they gotta be funny. They gotta make me laugh or we're not gonna work. We gotta be silly goosing.

- Favorite story you ever wrote?

Ours is still my favorite

- Favorite story someone else wrote?

oooo yay it's rec time!!! Already called out a few but here's some more:

Green - my favorite Candy fic

Losers and Loss - a Zowens fic that melted my brain into absolute goo I said The Solo Man already but also Pretty which spurred on my love of bottom!jey and Jey in pretty lingerie

Sticks & Stones and also Green-Eyed Monster - both by the Zesty Bean, all of their works are great but those are my favorites

Silver Knight and Little Clover - my donut sister knows how to make a rarepair that I'll go nuts for

And I could not forget I've got you to lose ... of COURSE 💕 maybe gimme a heads up before you post that last chapter so I can get all my favorite snacks and be prepared.

- Your current favorite song?

Guilty as Sin? - Taylor Swift

- One ingredient/ dish you love and one you despise?

Oo good question- I'm a big fries and ranch girlie (the midwest in me popping out) and for despise??? mmm it's gonna be pickles, they're gross to me.

💕This or that:

- Cats and/or dogs?

Cats 🐈

- Coffee and/or tea?

Coffee ☕️

- Hiking, cycling or swimming?

Swimming 🌊

- Pizza or pasta?

Pizza🍕

- Mexican, Chinese or Indian takeout? Or something else?

For takeout specifically it's gonna be Chinese

- Cooking, baking or ordering in?

Cooking!

- Quiet night in or a night out socializing with friends?

I love a good night out once in a while, but I prefer a night in

- Cold weather or hot weather?

Hot weather ☀️

- Pants, skirts or dresses?

DRESSES 👗

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whew.... that took a while but it was so fun honestly 😅

[mkiss723]

LItG S8 Vol. X

Ep. 28-30

So we finally get to answer Jin’s question! Yay!! I really do think he was loyal too…

Aaaaand back to the drama. What Emel did was wrong and I think she is an awful friend for directing drama elsewhere just so she was out of the hot seat. 😤

And I’m off to sneak down to visit my Jin because I can’t resist him ❤️

He’s so cute 😊 I am glad he’s being nice to our couples. I think it’s a great idea and very nice to be respectful. Even though I want to snog his face off every time I see him 🤣

Good old Snog, Marry, Pie. I enjoy this game so much! So much drama! I love it!

Liam is such a tool! I can’t wait for his annoying ass to be dumped… it cannot come soon enough! Bea is such a sweetheart and so nice, she deserves so much better!

Well, I will need an explanation for this for sure…

I’m sure he didn’t crack on with anyone at this point, but I’m really curious what would make Hazel do that considering how sweet she is and doesn’t seem to have issues with anyone.

I am all for any gossip every this season, so yes Hari, tell me everything! Lol The fact that Sienna and other girl Bianca were shot down right away was super nice to hear (not surprised though because Jin is just amazing!) I am a bit shocked with Oakley because he stated that he disliked cheating, so the fact that he jumped in bed pdq with Felicity is weird. But whatever, Emel did the same thing. They must be meant for each other…

More gossip?! Yes please! Seriously all the couples are so messy at the moment! Which of course means it’s time for Couple Goals 2.0 🤣 this is going to be interesting!!

Again, Liam = 🙄

Aaaaaand again I’m eavesdropping on my two boys… damn this game making me spend money because I’m super nosy 🤣

Listening to them fight over me, ugh they are so cute making their points… and the fact that they came to a nice agreement and just want me to be happy 👍

More gossip! Oakley is definitely dropping in my books… doing bits with Sienna! Yuck. They both suck!

I like the fact that the public gets a vote this time round… can’t wait for more drama 🤣

ugh Liam is so irritating…

Yes, I agree with the couple that is being fake - because he’s my man, not yours!

Honestly didn’t know to pick for most compatible because no one is really at a great point currently…

Ha! Most annoying PERSON is definitely Liam, but I love Bea… so I agree with the public 🤣

No one on these current groups should get married! Lol

Don’t really agree on the best dressed couple either…

I am shocked with the fact that the public thinks Emel and Oakley have the best banter…

Of course we are the hottest couple 😘

Sexual chemistry… I agree with it even if I don’t think they are compatible

And oops…

Sorry Theo for spilling the tea, but I am enjoying the chaos this season and we really need to get everything out there. From everyone! But I won’t tell anyone who I got the juicy info from! At this point - everyone should realize that I’m not hiding anything from anyone 😅 maybe Emel was right that no secret is safe with me! Lol

• but honesty is super important y’all!!

I tried to leave with Jin the first time and he wouldn’t let me get in his suitcase so now there is no way I’d let him leave without me again ❤️ We are in this together!!

Uh also replayed for Max and his terrace scene is 🔥 and worth the ridiculous amount of 💎 just saying… 😉

I can’t wait for movie night 😏

I think this is my favorite season of Love Island so far… don’t make me regret that statement Fusebox!!

[film3tte]

For your ask game (if you are still doing it)

12, 29, 36 🥰🥰

From @celestine-loves-lars

Hello, Celestine! Thank you so much for the ask! And Celestine is such a pretty name argh! I love it! Now, let’s answer your questions!

12. What is something you want right now?

Something I want right now? A “The Nice Guys” sequel. Give it to me. Now. I want another thing too. I want the Bianca doll from “Lars And The Real Girl”. Not for those reasons, but because I’m a weird freaky lil’ collector. Last thing I want right now. Driver’s scorpion jacket. Like yum. I’d sleep in it or some weird shit. But the sex doll? Oh I’d treat her like a queen! (Sorry I should call Bianca by her name).

29. Favorite film(s)?

My favorite film (I know it’s predictable) but it has to be “The Notebook” it’s a beautiful classic! I love “Half Nelson” and “Lars And The Real Girl” tremendously as well!!! Masterpieces!! I also like the EARLY “Mission Impossible” films, but the more recent ones haven’t been my cup of tea. I love the film “Holes” too (call me childish I don’t care I love it!)

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill?

I want to do music and acting over everything else! I wanna achieve being a mother someday! That’s over everything else too! Like—argh—I don’t typically love kids, but my kids—arghhh—I’d love them to death! And then…my last thing…hmm. Probably to finally find a mental peace. (Sorry if that’s a bit of a downer)

Thank you so much for the asks Celestine! (I still love your name arghh!) your account looks so aesthetically pleasing as well. Love you, dear!

[theladymuses]

Author Portrait

get to know the author behind the blog! repost, do not reblog.

Basics

Name/nickname: Wayna Age: 21 Pronouns: she/her Years of writing: 8-ish 

Reflection

Why did you pick up writing? I used to write fanfiction in my notes app at school until one of my friends recommended I post it on Wattpad. I discovered RP-ing on one of those book-comment RP things they used to have on Wattpad. I'm here because of Levi, Esmé and me discovering I wanna be a published author one day, to be honest.

Do you have any writing routines? Not really. I need my laptop (I cannot write on my phone tbh) and sometimes I'll listen to character playlists and/or grab tea, but it's not exactly ritualistic. I do tend to write in bed, though! I look through my notifications here and answer asks, comments etc. while feeding my draft stash, then jump into writing responses!

What's your favorite part about writing? The partners, the headcanons. I LOVE befriending people I write with and then jumping down the rabbit hole of getting to know their portrayal of a character and just,,, rambling. I also really enjoy rambling about dynamics between our characters, or even what my partners think of dynamics with other characters. I JUST LIKE RAMBLING—

Three things you like about your writing:

O1. Character voice. I try to change the style I write in based on character! I alter elements like vocabulary or metaphors to fit the characters and the way they perceive the world based on their lives. For example. Bianca's a forensic expert, so she tends to compare/reference a lot of forensic jargon or make really morbid statements, particularly in her thought process. Also, another example is how Es (in her AOT verse) has never seen the ocean, so I try to be conscious of not using statements/metaphors that reference the ocean because she would have no clue what that'd mean.

O2. Description (?). I'm not sure what else to call it actually, but I like that I (at least try to) paint a setting and body language between dialogue and internal thoughts without dumping them all in one place. I used to do that as a separate paragraph in the past, adding all the surroundings and things and then adding dialogue and inner thoughts, and now I re-read those and find I have much improved in that regard.

O3. That I try to emulate/experiment! I read a lot of novels, fanfiction and, of course, writing from all of you so I get a ton of inspiration and new ideas I want to try my hand at. Like, sometimes I see something described really uniquely or the flow certain writers have that's almost poetic etc. And, so I try to emulate those favourites and see how they feel in my writing. It's fun and experimental and keeps things interesting with even more mundane/routine-type replies that may pop up in threads (that's not to say the whole thread is boring, but one or two replies may pop up with nothing particularly interesting happening, if that makes sense).

A question for the next person

write a question for the next person to answer. once you've answered it, leave a new question for someone else to answer.

Venus's question: What's the most challenging thing and character you've written, and why?

Action. And Bianca.

Action is something I really struggle with! Like, battles and spars and training sequences. I am still trying to improve in writing those and sometimes feel kind of embarrassed when I write threads like that on here instead of discord, but I try to think of it as a challenge and not get too self-conscious.

Bianca has been my most challenging OC, especially in vulnerable settings/threads. This is because she doesn't have an obvious "shell" or facade like Es and Miha do. Es views everything as fake because she's a spy; Miha's selfishness and hedonism overrule just about everything else. It's easier to write them in vulnerable situations because feeling is almost novel to them. They have to let their walls down. Bianca? She's a feeler. She's soft and gentle and caring majority of the time and feels everything very deeply and openly. So, I feel as if I really challenge myself when I write her in a vulnerable settings because, comapred to the others, she has next to no walls. I can't tell if this made any sense LOL.

NEW QUESTION: Are there any authors (published or any of your writing partners) that you try to emulate in your writing? What do you find most fascinating about their writing style?

Tagged by: @predvestnik (I am genuinely so happy???)

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OC Interviews

I was tagged by @corvosattano to do this fun lil game with some ocs!! Thank you!! Here you will find some info you probably don't need to know about Bianca, Anabel, Nonia, and Carmine!!

Name: Bianca Andretti

Nickname: Bee (given to her by Holland in Nice Guys verse, given to her by Bennett in all other), BB/Bibi (stands for “Better Barbie,” given to her by Ken in her Barbie verse)

Gender: Girl

Star Sign: Pisces sun, Cancer Moon and Rising

Height: 5’1

Orientation: Bi

Nationality/Ethnicity: From US with Italian and Mexican heritage.

Fave Fruit: Bananas. Especially in combination with strawberry.

Fave Season: Spring!! When all the winter is going away, new green grass and plants begin to grow back, baby animals being born…new beginnings!!

Fave Flower: Lily of the valley and bluebells!! 

Fave Scent: Normal smells that normal people like I'd say vanilla, lemon, and lavender. Weirdo smells that Bianca loves would be fuel (gasoline, racing, diesel), the smell of mechanic (iykyk), and antiseptic.

Coffee, Tea, or HC: None!! Bianca is an energy drink person.

Average Hours of Sleep: While working as a nurse, Bianca can get anywhere from 12 to 3 hours of sleep, depending on her shifts. When she stops working in some verses, I'd say like averaging on 9.

Dog or Cat Person: Bianca likes all animals, but she's more of a dog person. Something about the stereotypical loyalty of a dog. And I'm toying with the idea of giving her, Holland, and Holly a dog in the Nice Guys Verse!!

Dream Trip: Japan!! She loves the culture, legitimately and not in a weeaboo way, and while she can take a trip to Little Tokyo any time, it's certainly not the same.

Favourite Fictional Character: Ironically, Barbie. That's why she dyed her hair blonde in the first place!! That's also why it's exceptionally funny that she has a Barbie verse in which Ken refers to her as “Better Barbie.”

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: Usually just one, unless she's absolutely freezing. Or if her partner wants a second one.

Random Fact: It's ambiguous to the audience, the characters, and to me whether or not Bianca actually has family in the mafia. It's kind of a running joke. I like to keep it a mystery to even myself. The answer is probably no, but she may lie about it for kicks. If she is lying…

Name: Anabel Lee

Nickname: Bel, Queen of the Hells, The Devil's Bride

Gender: Girl

Star Sign: Aquarius sun, Cancer moon, Sagittarius rising

Height: 5’1

Orientation: Bi

Nationality/Ethnicity: Tiefling?? If that's what an ethnicity is in BG3 LMAOOO

Fave Fruit: She will go so crazy for some cherries. 

Fave Season: Summer!! It's warm, it's free, it's the time of year to wear revealing clothing!! 

Fave Flower: Spider lilies! I'm sure there are more exotic flowers in the DnD world, but of this world she'd love spider lilies.

Fave Scent: Cherry, smoke, apple cinnamon, and Raphael's perfume.

Coffee, Tea, or HC: Tea, although she doesn't drink it too often.

Average Hours of Sleep: While adventuring around Faerun it was probably like 6 or less, but now with Raph she sleeps as much as she wants. 12+ if she so chooses.

Dog or Cat Person: Both, but cats slightly more. They fit her vibe more.

Dream Trip: I don't know about every location in the Forgotten Realms (still learning lol) but she definitely wants to explore every horrible inch of the Hells with Raphael.

Favourite Fictional Character: I don't know what kind of fictional characters are in DnD, but I think she'd love Betty Boop in our world.

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: None. It's hot in Hell, and you've seen how they sleep in this game. No blankets like weirdos.

Random Fact: In her original verse, Anabel was an angel that got kicked out of heaven because she was so annoying, and the piercings she has are shards of her halo.

Name: Nonia Fonzarelli

Nickname: Buttercup (Reese's peanut buttercup, get it??), Fonzie, Nonnie (she hates this one)

Gender: Girl

Star Sign: Cancer sun, Pisces moon and rising

Height: 5’1

Orientation: Bi

Nationality/Ethnicity: From US with Italian/Indigenous/Mexican heritage

Fave Fruit: Limes and lemons. Give her citrus any day. Give her a Corona and she will drink it with the lime then eat the lime.

Fave Season: Summer!! Racing season is at its peak, it’s warm, there’s a lot of fun to be had in summer. 

Fave Flower: Buttercup, daffodil, and anything yellow.

Fave Scent: Leather, cigarette smoke, Reese’s cologne, fuel (gasoline, diesel, racing), the smell of mechanic (iykyk)

Coffee, Tea, or HC: Coffee if she has to choose, but she'd rather not have a hot drink.

Average Hours of Sleep: About 7 to 10.

Dog or Cat Person: Dogs!! They just fit her personality and she has always loved them. I kind of want her and Reese to adopt a mixed breed herding dog when they're ready.

Dream Trip: A Route 66 roadtrip!! All the sightseeing, all the driving…it will be so fun!! (I would know I've been on one)

Favourite Fictional Character: Tweety Bird!! She's a huge Loony Tunes fan, and Tweety has been her favorite since childhood.

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: One or two, and she always needs separate ones from her partner or she’ll take it. Reese doesn't really like Blankets anyway so he's okay with it.

Random Fact: Nonia doesn't just love driving cars, she also loves riding dirtbikes!! She always used to with her dad before her parents moved back to New Jersey.

Name: Carmine Ferrari

Nickname: Carm

Gender: Man

Star Sign: Sagittarius sun, Leo moon, Virgo rising

Height: 6'1

Orientation: Bi

Nationality/Ethnicity: From Canada living in Italy with mixed Italian heritage

Fave Fruit: Oranges!! Give that boy an orange and he will be so happy.

Fave Season: Fall!! A transition to another season, it can be cool or warm, and it's spooky season!!

Fave Flower: Moon flowers!! He didn't know what they were until Fiona showed him and now they're his favorite.

Fave Scent: Lavender, rosemary, chamomile, antiseptic, Fiona's perfume

Coffee, Tea, or HC: Coffee and hot chocolate!! But to be fair, the way he makes coffee is basically hot chocolate anyway...

Average Hours of Sleep: As a med student, it was rare and very short bursts of sleep. Now with a degree and a job, he's working to where he can get at least 8 hours.

Dog or Cat Person: He was one of those "on the fence" people until he met Hewie, now he's team dog all the way.

Dream Trip: Taking Fiona back to his home in Canada. It's not very exciting, but it's pretty different from life in Italy and England she's used to.

Favourite Fictional Character: I want to be very silly and say Jill Valentine. He's a Capcom (fan) character so making him have a Capcom fav is funny, especially since Fiona resembles RE5 Jill and that Haunting Ground was scraps of RE4.

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: Just one, and Fiona tends to steal it, but he doesn't mind

Random Fact: Collects old anatomy books and posters. Fiona thinks it's a bit creepy, but he really finds them interesting.

[asexual-spongebob]

The waves that lap the shore - Chapter 17 - Grape Soda

Chapter 17: Grape Soda.

Notes:

FUCK YEAH BIANCA (I miss her so much- I wish see was a octo agent in canon :( ) I also made a playlist for this AU! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6LzHqeBTlYwPqhpFCVoua9 I made this fluffy intentionally. Cuz uh- next chapter will probably be angsty whoo

Chapter Text

Peso and Shellington awoke from their nice, long slumber. Shellington stretched his legs out and Peso was still snoozing, Shellington gently nudged him, Peso let out a grunt. 

They got dressed and went down to the kitchen “last night was crazy. Wasn’t it?” Tweak said, trying to start a conversation “oh yeah definitely-“ Peso responded, putting some strawberry jam on its kelp cake. 

“Yeah. I’m just glad Kwazii is okay-“Shellington agreed with a sigh of relief.  “Same here. That whole situation was somethin’” Tweak remarked, nibbling on her carrot. 

“Where is Kwazii anyway?” Shellington mumbled, sipping his hot cocoa that had a little to much whipped cream in it “it said it was gonna be goin’ somewhere with Paani I think?” Tweak recalled, her memory slightly fuzzy. 

Meanwhile Kwazii had woken up at eight thirty am. It  went for a swim around the marina, it was going to go get a bite to eat with Paani. 

Kwazii lurked below the surface underneath the dock, he felt an emotion he almost never felt fear. 

He could hear someone someone walking above him, “oh shit” Kwazii whispered to themself.

“Hello H2O!”, Kwazii let out a sigh of relief, it was just Paani. 

“Boo!” Kwazii mrrped as launched out of the water in typical mako shark fashion, Paani flinched 

“Kwazii! You scared me!” Paani frowned  “sorry matey!” Kwazii apologized, Paani handed Kwazii a towel “thanks… but I don’t need that… at least not now…” Kwazii said.

Please No Tail. 

Kwazii’s shark tail disappeared, they used their powers to dry themself off “alrighty, let’s go!” Kwazii guided, Paani taking his paw as they walked to the cafe together.

“So what are you gonna order?” Paani asked out of curiosity “pancakes.” Kwazii giggled, looking forward to some chocolate chip pancakes drenched in syrup and strawberries.

••• 

Pearl made herself some tea, Periwinkle was asleep in his room. She picked up her phone and dialed Bianca’s number. 

“So you know how I told you about my brother told me he was a fish?” Pearl recalled, sipping her tea dramatically afterwards.

“Yeah” Bianca replied “Well… he wasn’t kidding when he said he was fish… when I saw him he had a fish tail and everything. Oh and apparently his boyfriend Peso and his friend Kwazii are fish now to?” Pearl added.

“Shellington confessed to Peso?” Bianca gasped, not even questioning the fish thing. “Yeah. They’ve been together for bit. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner- it’s just we don’t talk much” Pearl frowned “it’s fine I get it” Bianca assured. “Hopefully we can see each other more when I become a Octoagent” Bianca smiled “same” Pearl smiled back. 

“Oh and apparently Kwazii brunt some of Mako Island?” Pearl questioned “Mako Island?! You mean that place in Australia where paranormal things happen? I’ve seen so many documentaries about that place!” Bianca recalled “yeah well he says that Peso and Kwazii became mermaids there..” Pearl was cut off by Periwinkle running out of his room.

“Hey mom!” Periwinkle said, dragging his blanket on the floor “good morning!” Pearl smiled.

•••

Pearl and Periwinkle went the beach. Periwinkle carried his shovel and pal, Shellington was laying on a beach towel with Peso, who was sleeping while basking in the sun “Uncle Shellington! Uncle Peso!” Periwinkle cheered, running up to Shellington and Peso, Shellington hugged the otter pup in his paws.

“Hi Peri!” Shellington smiled, scratching Periwinkle’s little tuft of hair, Periwinkle let out a giggle. Periwinkle reminded Shellington of when he was a wee little lad. 

“What are you doing?” Periwinkle asked “oh me and Peso are just chillin” Shellington answered, as he glanced over to the distance where Dashi was surfing and Tweak was admiring from afar.

Periwinkle and Pearl sat beside Shellington and Peso. Periwinkle looked up at Shellington starry eyed as Shellington infodumped on sea creatures. 

“Ahoy Mateys!” Kwazii greeted, Paani behind him “hi Kwazii!” Pearl and Shellington greeted back, Periwinkle waved shyly. 

“Where did you guys go?” Peso questioned “to a restaurant!” Paani smiled “oh yeah and I spent all the rest of the money in me bank account but we ball!” Kwazii giggled “WHAT-“ Paani gasped “you seriously did that?!” They added “mhm” Kwazii hummed, nodding his head, Paani proceeded to face palm “you didn’t have to do that!” He insisted. 

“No, I had to” Kwazii said “damn Kwaz…” Paani sighed “Anyway how about we go for a swim eh?” Kwazii suggested “yeah!” Pearl agreed, Shellington, Peso and Kwazii rushed to the waves, disappearing into them. 

Paani, Pearl and Periwinkle followed them. 

Peso and Shellington were dancing together, Peri watched “mom what are they doing?” Peri asked “oh they’re just dancing” Pearl answered with a smile on her face, Kwazii and Paani were surfing.

Surprisingly Dashi was able to teach Kwazii how to surf. Paani had taken off their jacket, it was getting a bit too hot for him.

•••

It was about thirty minutes later, they got hungry and stopped for a picnic. Shellington placed the blanket on the sand, wrapped up in his towel. He looked like a pathetic ass cat that had been thrown in a bath tub.

Shellington ate his clam sandwich, Peso ate his kelp cakes, Kwazii shared grape soda with Paani and Pearl and Peri shared a cheese sandwich.

[jaynedolluk]

BOOKS OF 2023

I'm so late posting this but I'm determined to get it done. These are some of the books I read/enjoyed in 2023. I still have a massive to-read pile so not all these books actually came out in 2023 (tho' most of them did)

I don’t tend to read that many novels/fiction – I think the only one I read this year was Queen K. by Sarah Thomas about a tutor to a rich oligarch’s family. Also got the books of the scripts for Succession Seasons 3 & 4.

I tend to read a lot of memoirs. This year I read ones by Paris Hilton (which was surprisingly good), Hadley Freeman (which also talks about anorexia in general), Michelle Tea (which talked about her experiences of pregnancy in the context of being a queer woman), Ava Cherry and the latest one by Boy George.

Also Anita Bhagwandas’ book Ugly which looks at various beauty standards and how they affect us all + I really liked it. Plus Grace Dent did a book based on her podcast called Comfort Eating which looks at the favourite comfort foods of various celebrities (including recipes) combined with a bit of her own memoir.

I got a new book on Marilyn Monroe by Richard Barrios which examines her acting roles and re-evaluates her as an actor.

Read Claire Dederer’s book, Monsters, which looks at how we respond to problematic artists/creators. It raised some really interesting questions and personally I don’t think there are any easy answers. Another interesting book I came across was Creative Not Famous: The Small Potato Manifesto by Ayun Halliday which I thought offered some really good advice.

I’m keen on history especially books that look at cultural/social history. I found this fascinating book called Queer Blues which looks at the early blues musicians who explored sexuality/gender. Also another book I really recommend is I Thought I Heard You Speak: Women at Factory Records by Audrey Golden – one thing I really liked about it was the range of women they spoke to, so not just musicians but the security staff and DJs from the Hacienda. Read We Peaked At Paper which was about the UK fanzine scene.

In terms of more general history I got David Mitchell’s book, Unruly, which is his personal take on the history of the British monarchy up to Elizabeth I with plenty of sarcasm and general observations of the concept of monarchy.

I love the format of oral histories in books. This year I read Reach For the Stars (about the pop stars of the late 90s/early 00s), Faster Than a Cannonball (looking at various aspects of the nineties), and Don’t F&&K It Up (about the first ten years of RuPaul’s Drag Race).

I also read a lot of books on music. This year I read two of the new releases on goth music/culture – The Art of Darkness by John Robb and Season of the Witch by Cathi Unsworth (which I preferred especially the book/film recommendations and the gothmothers/gothfathers sections).

Read Parachute Women by Elizabeth Winder which re-evaluates the legacy of some of the women linked with the Rolling Stones – (Anita Pallenberg, Marianne Faithfull, Bianca Jagger and Marsha Hunt). I felt like it concentrated more on Anita & Marianne and it would have been nice to expand the book to cover the likes of Jo Wood, Jerry Hall and Mandy Smith but overall I loved the book.

It also ties in with one of my other areas of interest, feminism. I read Toxic by Sarah Ditum which looks at how various female celebrities were treated by the popular media in the late 90s/early 00s such as Britney Spears and Amy Winehouse.

[artificialqueens]

🏳️‍🌈 Part of Your World, Ch. 6 (Raja x Adore) for Dartmouth420 - Grinder

A/N: Last chapter! Hope you all enjoyed this wee story, especially Dartmouth420!

Raja wasn’t sure how she’d get used to this, let alone when. Five weeks had passed, and the memories of Adore were still fresh in her brain. No matter what she did, no matter how hard she tried, everything always led her back to thinking about the mermaid — taking a bath, eating breakfast, staring at the quarter amount of seaweed remaining in the once filled jar, the little moments in which the tethered witches would share a sweet kiss.

One could say it was torture. But then again, didn’t Raja deserve this? Afterall, there was a reason Raven used the word unspeakable in her spell.

“Raja? Raja?”

The witch was brought out of a trance, having been staring at the thin blades of grass below her, reminded of how Adore would run her hand through it all, like she was combing someone’s hair.

The five baby witches sat in front of her, awaiting her critique of their spells.

This. Tutoring. Something she used to do for years on end. Yet now, even after these five weeks of not having Adore anymore, it felt unfamiliar…

She was lost.

“I’m sorry, Kim. What were you asking?” Raja tucked a strand of hair beneath her ear.

“I said we finished turning the roses black,” the baby witch answered, glancing down at the now black rose before her.

Gia, Aja and Farrah had theirs turned black too. But, of course, Laila’s was still a vibrant red.

Raja looked at the baby witch, too busy playing with her hair to be interested in this morning lecture. It was clear she had enjoyed her time off while Raja was busy looking after Adore, helping her adjust.

“Laila.” Raja only said.

The baby witch looked at her with half hooded eyes and a raised brow. “What?”

“Did you even try?”

“No. But that wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t busy trying to hold your mermaid wife prisoner.”

Fuck. It stung. 

Rage flooded through Raja, taking all her strength not to hex Laila.

“Don’t look at me like that. You know it’s true,” Laila flipped her hair.

It wasn’t like Raven to speak of anything like this, giving the opportunity for gossip around camp. Katya had most likely heard of it somehow, and, of course, did her thing — whispering in the ears of people who didn’t need to know.

Before Raja could snap back, Laila let out a yelp, flinching back and away from the group.

A familiar small snake had slithered it’s way over her hand, scaring the fuck out of her. The baby witch stood quickly, running for her life, leaving her peers to their amusement.

Raja only wished she could join in their amusement. She turned her gaze away from the terrified witch, seeing Alaska lingering outside her home, beckoning the snake to return. She was one of the few witches who were the smallest bit sympathetic to Raja’s mourning.

The dark witch mouthed a thank you to Alaska, the snake witch giving a quick smile as she waited for her baby to return.

Turning back to the group of baby witches, Raja wasn’t fully convinced she could keep doing this. Not now at least.

And as if sensing this…

“Hey, girls?” Courtney’s voice sounded from behind Raja, “Why don’t you go have some more tea. Jinkx is brewing up a second round. Better get it fast before it’s gone.”

The baby witches didn’t need to be told twice. They were already on their feet, running for Jinkx’s place.

Courtney then look Raja by the hand, bringing her to stand. “Come on, Bianca wants a word with you.” She kissed Raja in the typical witch greeting — another thing so awkward to Raja now.

“What’s going on?” Raja asked, being led away.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad.”

That’s when Katya pranced by, “morning Courtney. Morning Raja.”

Raja pointed at the mischievous witch, “Don’t talk to me.”

“Wha - -” Katya gave her a questioning look.

But Courtney only pulled her along more. “Don’t. It’s not worth it.”

Raja sighed, disagreeing with Courtney. Like, who else could have spread the rumours around camp?

Once in Bianca’s place, Courtney let go of Raja, “I found her.” She sauntered up to the filled bath tub, aromas of dark cherry in the air as Bianca lounged. Courtney leaned down kissing Bianca.

Raja averted her gaze as her stomach twisted.

“Do you mind if I do this alone actually?” Bianca asked quietly, lifting a wet hand from the soapy water and stroked Courtney’s cheek.

“Sure.” Courtney kissed Bianca back before retreating away from the tub. She offered Raja a smile as she passed by, almost like she was wishing her good luck.

“Well. Get over here,” Bianca settled back into the tub, closing her eyes as she relished in this pampering session. “Pull up a chair ‘cause I’m not getting out.”

“You don’t need to, B’,” Raja obeyed, pulling up the wooden table chair to sit next to the tub. Sitting down, she could tell by how Bianca was looking at her, the bitch wanted the usual kiss. But Raja didn’t budge.

Bianca lifted her hand to Raja’s face. “Here. A kiss on the knuckle at least. I don’t want to be fucking cursed.”

Finally, for the first time in weeks, the dark witch let a smile appear on her lips, breathing out a small laugh. “Of course,” she took Bianca’s hand and kissed the back of it. “I don’t want you to get cursed either.”

Bianca didn’t let Raja let go of her hand, however. For a moment, her thumb brushed along the back of the heartbroken witch’s skin. “I was going to invite you for a little run in the woods earlier, but you were already preoccupied with your students.”

Raja just stared at their joined hands. 

No. She stared through them.

“I just…want to get back to normal.” Raja said sadly.

Bianca’s closed mouth moved to the side slightly. “You didn’t grieve for your mother like you’re grieving Adore.”

Still, Raja was unable to meet Bianca’s gaze. “Mother and I weren’t the closest.” She paused, the tears already threatening to surface. “But…Adore…Bianca, you wouldn’t understand.” Raja held a hand to her heart, as if showing where this feeling of longing was coming from.

Bianca let out a short laugh, her fingers playing with the bubbles surrounding her. “Do you forget that I am tethered to Courtney? I do understand, Raja”

“Well, at least Courtney’s still here,” the dark witch replied solemnly.

“Oh, quit feeling sorry for yourself.” Bianca scoffed. “You know; maybe if you had at least proposed the idea to her the second day she was here, she would have agreed.”

“No. I don’t think so,” Raja said dejectedly. “You should have heard the way she said it, B’. How she had a home of her own…Like this was just a little getaway.”

“Okay, now you’re starting to sound very ‘woe is me’,” Bianca rolled her eyes, “like ‘how dare she do this to me’.”

“That wasn’t my intention.” And then Raja sighed, “Fuck, I just…I don’t know what to do. Or how to act now that she isn’t here anymore.”

The bathing witch was silent for a moment, as if debating on saying what was on her mind. Raja knew this. Therefore, she refrained from saying anything else. Not until Bianca said what she needed to say.

“You could be practising for the crowning ceremony,” Bianca stated, ignoring how Raja groaned, “Or, I don’t know, maybe even planning for compatibility trials if you’re still hellbent on not taking the throne.”

“Bianca,” Raja pulled her hand out of Bianca’s grasp, sweeping it down her face.

Bianca held her hands up in defence, “All I’m saying is that it’s been over a year now.”

“Please, stop.”

“We need a Mother Witch already.”

Finally, Raja was able to meet her bestfriend’s gaze, her brows furrowed. “Look. We have been through this hundreds of times already — I don’t want this. And, fuck, I’d dare say I don’t even fucking deserve it now, what with the fact I fucked up so badly.”

“Then hold the trials, Raja,” Bianca was leaning her arm on the edge of the tub now, moving closer to her friend, “If you’re so insistent that you don’t want this then let someone else have it.”

“Bianca!” Courtney’s voice sounded from the door, stopping Raja from snapping back at the pampered witch. The blonde rushed in, excitement practically radiating off her. “She kicked! The baby kicked!”

Bianca was up like a shot, foamy bubbles dripping down her body. Her eyes were wide, shifting between both Courtney’s eyes and the bump of her stomach, “Oh, fuck. Is she okay?! Did it hurt?”

“What? Yes, it hurt. But I’m fine. She’s fine,” Courtney rubbed her belly as if soothing the little witch within.

“Thank fuck,” Bianca sighed with relief, placing a hand over the bump, “Don’t rush in here and scare me like that. Damn, you interrupted my leisuring.” She sat back down in the tub.

“You’ll get over it, diva,” Courtney tucked a strand of hair behind Bianca’s ear before turning her attention to the now quiet witch. “You okay, Raja?”

The dark witch was fiddling with her hair, eyes turned away. “Hm? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

The word ‘liar’ was on the tip of Bianca’s tongue, but she refrained from saying it. Not that it needed to be said. Courtney could just see it in Raja, how she seemed to grow more miserable with each passing week. She brushed her delicate fingers through the dark witch’s hair. 

“I know you probably don’t want to do this, but,” Courtney began, “maybe you should go talk to Raven.”

“Why?” Raja asked, confused. She hadn’t talked to Raven since the incident, let alone looked in her direction. Not because of any ill feelings she held towards the cunty witch, but because she knew Raven had even more reason to resent her.

“I heard she’s feeling quite guilty actually,” Courtney informed her.

“Raven? Guilty? Who told you that? Katya?" 

"Actually; Alaska. One of her snakes went to spy on her the other night. Said she was just sitting there by the fire, calling out to the spirits to reverse what was done.” Courtney then averted her eyes for a moment. “I know we all tend to stay away from her, but I think she could use the company right now. Both of you.”

Raja’s gaze flickered away from Courtney to Bianca, the bathing witch’s eyes speaking for her. Do what my wife says.

And turning her attention back to Courtney, Raja sighed. “Okay.”

-_-_-_-

Much like the whisperings from Alaska’s snake, Raven was kneeling in front of the fire, Raja just barely hearing her whisperings. The witch was rocking back and forth slightly, as if trying to will the spirits to hear her pleading. Who knew how long she had been at this.

Before taking any steps further, Raja cleared her throat to which Raven turned around. Her eyes were rimmed red — from crying, or exhaustion?

“Good morning, Mother Witch,” Raven swallowed before clearing her own throat.

Raja didn’t wait for an invite. She approached the open fireplace, kneeling down and kissing her fellow witch, only for Raven to sort of flinch.

“Forgive me. But I don’t deserve a blessing.” Raven turned her attention back to the fire.

“How come?” Raja asked.

“Pfft. Because,” Raven let out a pitiful laugh, “I’ve brought shame to my name…this camp…to you,” and she looked at Raja, her eyes half hooded.

Raja raised her brows. “You really think that?”

“How can I not?”

“Raven,” Raja dared herself to take Raven’s hand, stroking the back of the witch’s skin with her thumb, “You have nothing to be ashamed about. None of this was your fault.”

“Wasn’t it, though?” Raven breathed out long and hard through her nostrils. “Fuck, I should have just…just fucking told right off the bat that it wasn’t right. Turning one species into another without their knowledge…I should have fucking told you.”

“Well, I mean, yes. You could have. But, without sounding like a bitch, it’s not very in your style to express concern for others.” Raja pointed out.

“Well I was concerned. I cared, Raja. I saw the way she looked at you. And the way you looked at her,” Raven paused, her eyes burning into Raja’s. “I saw how much this meant to you, and that was the only motivation I needed to go through with it. But I guess…I was only thinking about you and not Adore.”

Raja was silent, eyes flickering down to their joined hands. This was nice — connecting with Raven like this despite the circumstances. For once, Raja wasn’t wary around her. “Raven…You shouldn’t have to feel bad for this. At the end of the day, I shouldn’t have suggested it. I was the one who started this shit, and you were only helping a client out. You were using your gifts. But the motive was all my idea.”

And the way Raven was looking at her now…something Raja had never seen in this witch. Something almost like…admiration. “I think we’re both responsible, to be honest. Okay, maybe more so you. But we’re both guilty, Raja.”

“Okay,” Raja nodded, pulling her hand away from Raven’s, and sweeping a dark hair from the witch’s face, “then do me a favour. Let’s just forget about this. Just…stop this, whatever it is you’re doing because we can’t reverse what’s been done. We can’t fix it.”

Raven only blinked. “Can’t believe you won’t be the Mother Witch.”

Raja let out a quick laugh. “Why?”

And a smile slowly started to appear on Raven’s lips. “Because you sound so wise right now but in the most condescending and egotistical way possible.”

“I am my mother’s daughter.”

The two chuckled for a moment, enjoying this sweet moment. Finally free to be themselves around eachother — Raja not so guarded, and Raven much more down-to-earth.

“Alright, but onto that subject,” Raven brought her laughs to an end, “You’re still adamant about not taking over as Mother Witch, right?”

“Pretty sure. Why?” Raja tucked a knee to her chest, clasping her hands on her calf.

“I don’t know,” Raven shrugged, sliding out of her kneeling position so her legs were tucked under her. Her dark eyes stared into the fiery flames, prodding them with the tip of a burnt poker. “I just think you’re wasting your potential.”

“Potential? Raven, there are so many other people on sight who have just as much potential as me. Fuck, maybe even moreso.”

“Like who?”

“Well…Bianca definitely.”

“Okay, favouritism.”

“Shut up. You know I’m right.”

Raven smirked again, “Okay. True.”

“And - And, I just…my heart’s just not in it, you know? And, after what we did…I just don’t think I deserve it.” Raja continued to plead her case.

“Well, everyone’s allowed to make mistakes. I mean, look at Chaderia. She married your mother.” Raven’s smirk only grew more mischievous.

Raja playfully pushed the witch over, again; thriving in this atmosphere they both created. “I’m being serious. Look, if someone is going to take over then it’s just…it’s not me. Because I don’t want it. I want…something different…something…something beyond everything I’ve ever known.”

Raven’s smile was slowly disappearing, hearing the distress growing within Raja. “And…that something is…?”

That something…What was that something?

But, of course, Raja knew what it was. And now that there was in no way she was going to get the chance to live that life, was there even a point in saying it outloud?

A finger found its way under her chin, lifting her face up to meet Raven’s dark eyes. 

“Tell me, Raja.” Raven uttered.

And a lump formed in the dark witch’s throat. “I want to be with Adore…For the rest of my life.” There was a crack in her voice, one she tried to control, and not let her emotions get the better of her. But when Raven traced her finger up from Raja’s face, along her cheek and brow bone, the tears began to surface.

And Raven just stared back, watching a single salty tear slip down the dark witch’s face. Her heart ached for her, a feeling she hadn’t felt in so long. “Raja…” she said quietly, practically whispering, “I think…I think there’s something we can do…”

-_-_-_-

It took two whole days to prepare, with the help of Raven and some from Sasha. Even though Raja knew Adore better than anyone else, Sasha knew mermaids.

This was risky, and Raja should have been done taking risks. But, it was a risk she was willing to take. 

It would be her last shot.

Now standing in the cave, Raven by her side, her hands were shaking. 

Being here now, the first place she ever met Adore, it was strange…Like the ghost of their connected energies was gone.

Like their first kiss never happened.

“Well, are you going to do it?” Raven nudged Raja.

“Wait. We’re all ready to go?” The dark witch looked at her friend quizzically.

“Of course. We did all the prep back in the woods.” Raven nodded. “We’re lucky the spirits even listened to us again.” She cast a look around the cave wearily, adjusting the strap of her satchel.

“We truly are. Fuck, I thought they would have cast us out with a storm or a flood,” Raja laughed nervously.

“Oh, me too. Now, shall we continue?” Raven gestured towards the pool, the waters slowly rippling, reflecting their blue glow off the walls.

And Raja nodded, her nerves sky rocketing. But she did as she was told. She stepped forward, looking down into the depths of the pool, the void she once fell into, only to find herself in the arms of the one she loved the most.

Kneeling down, the dark witch simply reached a hand out and let it penetrate the surface. And she squeezed her eyes shut.

Already, she could feel it, the tendril, almost like a third limb, made up of her power. It reached out through the tips of her fingers, deep down into the depths of the pool. It searched and searched, seeking out any trace of her.

As powerful as Raja was, there was no way her magic could find one person out of the whole ocean.

“Don’t give up,” Raven sensed the dark witch’s apprehension, “magic works on intent. If you give up, your strength will too.”

Raja opened her eyes, just for a moment, hopelessness draining over her. But as much as Raven’s words seemed useless, all she could do was keep trying.

And so she shut her eyes again, willing the tendril to find the one she loved. For if their love was real, and they truly were tethered, it would work. It had to work.

Despite keeping her distance, Raven stared over Raja’s shoulder. The water was beginning to ripple, more and more with every passing second. Was this Raja’s energy, wild with desperation to find the mermaid? Or was there something coming?

Someone?

Within seconds, her question was answered.

The surface of the water seemed to crash, the head of a mermaid springing up from underneath and launching at Raja.

The dark witch backed off immediately, yelping in shock. “V-Vixen!”

Raven grabbed Raja’s shoulder as if it would protect her, as the green haired mermaid spat vile words in her own language. Soon enough, the rest of Adore’s sisters arrived, sharing the same spiteful look as Vixen’s.

“You called the wrong girls,” Raven uttered quietly, her eyes trailing each one of them.

The one with the pink hair pulled Vixen back, whispering in her ear almost like she was scolding her sister. 

“I…I don’t know what to do now,” Raja clutched Raven’s hand.

“Wait. Look,” Raven watched the water, how it’s rippling increased again.

Someone was coming. Raja hoped, she begged internally, that she had called the right mermaid.

And finally, when a head popped up, out from under the surface…

There she was.

Adore.

Raja watched with bated breath as the mermaid moved closer to the edge of the pool. Her green eyes were half-hooded as she stared at Raja.

Vixen moved to Adore, putting a hand on the blonde mermaid’s shoulder, whispering something unintelligible. The witches may not have been able to translate the words, but the concern was hard to miss.

Adore glanced over her shoulder at her sister — her eyes doing the talking. And Vixen backed off giving Raja a warning look.

“What are you doing here?” Adore asked. It was hard to tell what emotion was behind this obvious question. Hurt? Shame? 

Longing?

“I…” Raja uttered. 

Raven ushered her to stand, the dark witch having been too stunned in the presence of this beautiful person to even move an inch.

When Raja stood, her hands brushed down her skirt, her nerves all the more apparent now.

“Um…I came to say…” how to do this…fuck, how to fucking do this, “to say that…I’m sorry. And, I know I’ve already said that and sorry won’t make things better. But…fuck…”

Adore’s face softened somewhat, but her mouth was still a hard line. “Raja. I…I forgive you, but…” she paused, glancing down, gasping as she tried her hardest to contain her emotions. “You have to understand that I can’t live on this land. I can’t. I’m a creature of the sea. I make the sea the beautiful place that it is to live. We all do,” Adore gestured to her sisters. “Look, I loved my time up there, but I love the sea even more. I can’t part with it. Please, just understand that.”

Raja’s chin was trembling. Of course, she knew this. That Adore would never part with her home, her family. And therefore, she had to do what she had to do. “Adore?”

“Yes?” Adore cast her green eyes back up at the witch. 

“I…I love you, and,” Raja paused, her hands shaking, “I want to be with you until my dying day.”

The line of Adore’s mouth loosened, a sad smile appearing as the outer corners of her eyes crinkled. “I want that more than anything too, Raja.”

“Alright,” Raja nodded, “then please…take me as not a witch, but also as a creature of the ocean…”

Fuck. It felt so good to say it out loud. A weight instantly lifted off Raja’s shoulders.

Adore’s lips parted, eyes widened slightly. Almost as if…a glimmer of hope shone through.

“I don’t care how long it takes me to learn your language, or how to even be a mermaid. But we’re tethered together.” Raja’s smile was slowly appearing, “And I couldn’t be happier knowing that you’re the person I was supposed to fall in love with.”

And Adore was smiling now, eyes turning crystal like. She let out a small. “How do you know if it’ll even work?”

“It will. Raven and I already got a head start,” Raja gestured to her friend behind her. “Now, it’s just up to you…that’s if you’ll have me…”

Adore squeezed her eyes shut, a single tear rolling down her deep cheek. “Forever?”

Raja nodded.

And Adore beckoned the witch to step forward.

Once so afraid of rejection, anxiety rattling through her, Raja moved with confidence — the witch Adore had fallen in love with.

Now kneeling before the pool of water, all it took was a single drop of blood from Raja’s cheek, and the taste of one of Adore’s tears to initiate the rest of the spell.

Raja dipped her feet into the waters, but before submerging herself, she took Adore’s face in her hands, drawing her into that magic kiss.

And just like their very first time, the tingling sensation of their connected energies coursed through the two lovers. It was enough for Raja to clasp the back of Adore’s head and pull her deeper into the kiss. 

The mermaid wrapped an arm around Raja’s waist, her other hand clasping the witch’s cheek, accepting the invitation. The ghost of Raja’s kisses had lingered on her lips for weeks now, and as hurt as she was by the dark witch’s actions, she had missed every single kiss…every touch. 

Raja’s lips were soft and delicate as they moved against Adore’s. And yet, such a hungry kiss, fiery even. How could Adore ever leave this woman again?

She pulled away, just to take in the sight of her tethered’s dark eyes — her favourite part of Raja. The mermaid let her fingers trail the witch’s brow bone, just staring, their love reignited.

Only when Raven let out an audible gasp did the two lovers snap back to reality.

Adore felt it first, how something brushed along her tail.

And Raja felt it next, how her legs were practically stuck together. Looking down — a long, glimmering gold tail.

The spell worked.

Adore gasped, sort of laughed too. It really worked.

“Fuck,” Raja said with bated breath, unable to take her eyes away from her new feature.

“The witch is a mermaid now?” Vixen raised a brow, nudging her pink haired sister.

“I suppose we can’t fight her anymore,” another mermaid said.

Raja didn’t pay much attention. Her forehead connected with Adore’s, the two giggling with sheer happiness while the sisters continued to discuss things.

“What are they saying?” Raven could hear it in their tones, the unease. And in turn, that made her uneasy.

That’s when Raja finally acknowledged her friend again. “You can’t understand them?”

“Do I speak mermaid?”

And again, Raja let out a half gasp - half laugh. Finally, she could understand mermaid talk. This truly was real.

“It’s fine,” Adore looked past Raja’s shoulder, smiling warmly at Raven. “They won’t hurt you. Not unless they want me to cut their hair off in their sleep.”

Vixen scoffed.

Taking another moment to soak up this moment, the fact her fate was sealed now — she was going to be with the one she loved for the rest of her life.

Looking over her shoulder to Raven again, she let out a sigh, her stomach twisting. This certainly wasn’t goodbye forever. But there was still a level of sadness there. “You remember what I asked you to do?”

Raven could practically sense it, the sealed letter in her satchel. And she nodded. “I won’t forget.”

“Thank you.” Raja blinked, wishing she had at least kissed Raven as a sign of goodluck before she did this. The bitch wasn’t as bad as she always thought her to be. “Thank you for everything.”

Raven only nodded.

Finally, Raja turned back around to face Adore. And her hands lifted, taking the ribbon from her corset in her fingers and undoing the bonds. When the piece was gone, she lifted the red burgundy dress up over her head, abandoning it to the side. Not like she’d need it where she was going.

She tossed it to the side of the cave knowing if she were to ever return for a visit, at least it was there.

Adore backed off in the pool, taking Raja’s hands in her own, and pulling the former witch towards her.

And Raja fell forward, her body dropping down into the depths. 

And Adore appeared before her, taking Raja’s face in her hands, “I love you, Raja.”

And Raja pulled Adore close to her. “I love you too.”

And the distance between them was closed.

Just one of the thousands of kisses they would ever share.

-_-_-_-

“Have you thought of any names yet?” Courtney asked sweetly, still lounging out having not left her bed yet. It was nearing the afternoon and she was feeling lazy. Just laying there, staring up at the ceiling barely making out the blue sky through the thatch work of the hut. Her hand absentmindedly stroked her round belly, thinking about the little life inside.

Bianca was at her work desk, fixing up an elixir to get her through the day. She barely slept the night before, what with her mind always taking her back to Raja, and how the poor witch hadn’t been happy in so long now. Bianca hadn’t been sleeping all that great for weeks, just thinking of all the ways she could make her best friend feel better. And now, she was exhausted.

“Bianca?” Courtney looked up in the bed slightly.

“Hm? Sorry. Trying to make an elixir to ensure Katya pisses every time she cries.” Bianca chuckled. “What were you saying?”

“I said have you thought of any names yet?” Courtney’s smile was refreshing.

Bianca needed such a sight, what with where her mind was at. “Honey. We’re literally half way through the pregnancy. Why? Have you?”

“Well, I was thinking Willow would be sort of nice.” Courtney suggested. “Or maybe even Elle.”

“Eh. I say Bianca Two.” The working witch shrugged, finishing up her elixir, the vial emitting a small cloud of pink smoke. It was down the hatch within seconds.

“Bianca Two?” Courtney’s brows joined, her mouth moving to the side. “As if we need another.”

“Well, if you ask me,” Bianca stood, already feeling the potions properties working on her, the tiredness vanishing with each passing second. Carrying herself towards the bed, she climbed on and made her way to Courtney, “The damage has already been done. There’s going to be a little Bianca - Courtney hybrid running around her and none of these bitches can do anything about it.” She kissed the baby bump, laying her head down and relaxing. As much as she was feeling her energy levels rising, she could lay here with Courtney forever.

“Well, depends. Like, maybe she’ll be lovely like me. Or a bitch like you.” Courtney suggested, stroking her fingers through Bianca’s hair, the soft locks having yet to be put up.

“Maybe both.”

“Well, I guess. But even at that, would she be nice to your face and a bitch behind your back? Or a rude cunt who actually has a heart of gold?”

“Stop. You’re giving me baby fever. I just want her to come already.”

“You know? I think she’ll be like you.” Courtney looked down at Bianca, her fingers moving from the hair to the witch’s neck. “Rude with a heart of gold.” She could feel it, Bianca’s smile.

Such a sweet moment, not their first and certainly not last either. But it came to a halt when the sound of someone clearing their throat came from the doorway. Both witches sat up, seeing Raven standing there, clutching the strap of her satchel.

“A letter for you, Bianca,” Raven said, pulling the folded piece of paper out from her bag.

“From who?” Bianca’s brows knit.

Raven didn’t answer, and judging by how a small smile appeared, and vanished just as quick, Bianca wasn’t getting an answer. The dark witch simply held out the paper, ushering Bianca forward.

“Ugh, do you always have to be so mysterious and shit?” Bianca dragged herself up off the bed, making her way towards Raven and taking the letter. “Shoo. Your dark aura smells like dead animal carcass.”

Courtney tsk’ed.

“Be careful, Bianca. Or I may just turn your teeth black.” Raven let her hand trail the wall as she left the two alone again.

“This better be important,” Bianca clambered back onto the bed, resting against Courtney’s body, the light witch playing with her hair again, “not like Raven of all people to show up on my door step. Think she’s cursing us with this thing?” Bianca flipped the letter open.

“I don’t know. I mean, what motive does she have?” Courtney enjoyed the feeling of Bianca’s curls in her fingers. “I’m nice enough to her whenever she leaves her house. Don’t know about you though.” And she closed her eyes, hoping to get at least another hour of sleep in, not that she needed it.

Bianca didn’t mind. For her attention was now stuck on this letter. Upon opening it, her eyes were instantly drawn to the bottom of the page, seeing Raja’s signature there. Just from seeing the letters of her bestfriends name, how elegant they appeared, Bianca could see in her head how Raja scrawled it effortlessly, her wrist flicking softly as she wrote, the sound of the quill scratching the paper.

It wasn’t like Raja to send her letters. In fact, the dark witch hadn’t ever written to her like this, what with them being in close proximity of eachother. The only person Bianca had ever known to receive a letter from Raja was Jinkx — that one time Raja was romantically interested in the red head witch, using her charm with a sappy love letter. It didn’t work.

So why now? Bianca had seen Raja only an hour prior, the dark witch just casually waltzing up to her, wrapping her long golden arms around her. Bianca of course returned the gesture. But Raja went the step further. For after she kissed Bianca in that traditional witchy greeting, the dark witch kissed the top of her head and whispered, “I love you, B’.”

Of course, Bianca didn’t know what to make of it at the time. But it didn’t bother her.

And yet, now reading this letter, she understood why.

‘My dearest Bianca,

You’re probably wondering where I am right now, or most likely fighting with Raven to get the fuck out of your house.

Or cuddling Courtney. I don’t know.

But now, as I’ve said that first statement, you’re panicking. I want you to know, B’, that I’m fine. I’m safe. And this isn’t goodbye forever.

I’ve decided to try and patch things up with Adore by doing the only thing I think is left for me to do — to become a mermaid and live as a creature of the ocean for the rest of my life. And if it doesn’t go well at all, then you won’t even get the chance to read this. But if you are, then the plan was a success.

Adore’s accepted me, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life with her.

As for the rest of you, I’m proud to say that the coven is not without their Mother Witch anymore. For I’ve ensured that Raven deliver this very note to the only person I deem worthy.

Lead these ladies, Bianca. Be the best Mother Witch there ever was.

I will see you again. Afterall, mermaids can come to land whenever they please.

Goodluck, my sister. And thank you for being the bestest friend I could ever ask for.

All my love,

Raja.’

Pride Challenge Points: 4074

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Time Trial Chapter 10 - A little progress

Chapter 9

     I did not expect Jeremy to make that confession to me. And I do not know what to say either.      I stare at him in the doorway, like I am waiting for him to actually say it is a joke, even if it is a tasteless one.

      I let Jeremy sit on the couch while I make him some tea to relax and warm up.      I see him shaking on the couch when I return, shaking his leg nervously. I leave the hot drink on the table and listen to him say a “thank you” in a low voice. He has not said another word after confessing that he had seen Bianca that night she disappeared.       “Why… Why have not you told it until now?” I asked confused, affected by his words.      Maybe if I had said it sooner, it would have been helpful to the police.     "No... I couldn't..." he answers and his voice continues to tremble "I was afraid that they would point me out as the culprit of her disappearance."    I frown quite angrily. The repercussion of that decision has been that Albert was singled out for being the last to see Bianca. Thanks to that decision, the one who is suffering from being accused is our best friend.     "Well, by telling it now you make me see you as a suspect." I reply, while crossing my arms.     “I know, but I have not hidden it so that the accusations fall on Albert, I swear!” He exclaims terrified.      I try to stay calm. I know Jeremy, but right now, I do not know whether to trust his words. If he does not explain it to me, then I am going to have to suspect him.     "Jeremy" I call harshly ", what happened when you saw her?"      I watch as he swallows hard, taking a sip to calm himself.     “I was waiting for them to arrive from their date...”    “That is pretty scary.”     "I know, I know it seems like a stalker" he slowly puts down the glass and rubs his hands on his pants “, but I was very worried that Bianca might hurt Albert.”     “Bianca?” I raise an eyebrow, quite curious “Why did you think Bianca would hurt him?”     “Because I had heard things about her and not very good ones... So I didn't want her to play with Albert.”     “Are you referring to her teenage days?”     “Yeah…”      I roll my eyes. At the moment, there is no evidence that she did the same as an adult. Because if we compare Bianca's background to Paul's, clearly she was the one who decided to change. He is still a dick.    “And good? What did you see?” I ask impatiently.     "Nothing, I just talked to her" he replies, shrugging his shoulders “. I just told her to leave Albert, not to play with him and his feelings.”     “And what did she tell you?”      He looks away and I see that he is pouting.     “Nothing important, she just told me that she would do whatever she wanted, and... we argued a little, I even pushed her...”      I look at him scared and because of his reaction, he shakes his head quickly.     “B-but I didn't knock her unconscious or anything like that! I just pushed her and she did the same!” Should I believe him? I am not sure he could be telling me the truth. For a long time, Jeremy had been strange. now I know why “She started crying, telling me to leave... I think I offended her... after that, I listened and left.”    “If you treated her as someone capable of playing with a person's feelings, of course she was offended.”     "It wasn't for that" this time his expression is sad, and I can see that he seems distracted, remembering that night “. She said she was tired, but she didn't say it was tired of sleep, she seemed more…”     “Emotional?”    "Yes" he blinks in surprise “. She even seemed scared, she hugged herself.”      I nod and touch my cell phone that I had in my pants pocket. I wanted to tell this information to Sally, maybe she could know the meaning of her behavior. 

    Jeremy takes another sip of his drink and wipes away some tears that were beginning to well up from his eyes. Some of it must have been quite hard to keep in, but… 

   “I need to ask you a favor” his voice sounds broken, but he looks at me hopefully “. I want to tell Sally...” 

   “Remember what Alice said” I shake my head “, she feels better talking to me, If she sees that more people are trying to talk to her, she could get into trouble and you yourself were against it. Remember?”     “But I want to tell her... I just wanted to know your opinion...”      I try to see it from another perspective, if Sally talks to him, I may be able to get more information out of him than he tells me. But first I would have to talk to her about it, so she understands the situation.      “My opinion?”     “I know you take care of her as if she were your little sister, now I understand it well” he scratches the back of his neck nervously “and if I can help you, I think talking to her would be the right thing to do..”     Well, according to Sally, if it was just people who were involved in the case, that was fine with her. And the two of them already know each other from the forum, they may have more confidence.     “If you are going to tell her, just keep her from getting excited, she really wants to come and investigate and-“    “Yes, don't worry, I'll try to prevent her from coming if she says something.” 

     I nod somewhat fearfully. I will not let her go through this alone.     &lt;<I just go from one thought to another. All responsibility falls on me if something happens to her.>>      We heard footsteps outside the apartment and looked towards the door, waiting for Albert to enter. But pass by. He must still be with Alice.     “I better go” Jeremy gets up from the couch and I do the same, accompanying him to the door “Can you let me tell Al after I talk to Sally? It's... important for me to tell you.”     “Of course and that way you can talk about it calmly.”     "Thanks for listening to me, Jake" he says with a small smile “. See you tomorrow at the university.”    “Yes, see you tomorrow.”      He turns around opening the door and leaves the apartment. 

    As I go to my room, I take out my cell phone and start texting Sally. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Jareth Sorry Sally, Jeremy was here to tell me something important. It is about Bianca. He also wants to talk to you about it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

    I wait for her to respond, but I realize that it is late and yet she is left the chat on. I hope no one else bothers her.      I turn off my cell phone and decide to sleep. I have classes early and I am not going to wait for Albert either. He is too old for me to worry if he comes or not. 

    I wake up early, with a slight headache. The first thing I do is turn on my cell phone. I get the notification that I have a message and I read that it is Albert.   ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Albert I’ll see you tomorrow at university The situation dragged on for quite a while and I stayed at Alice’s house to sleep 😅 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

     I am surprised to read that he stayed the night at Alice's house. It seems that yesterday's situation has made them close.     “Well, one less worry.” I say out loud, getting up to get ready. 

    As soon as I get out of the car, I see Albert get out of Alice’s car, leaning against the window.     I approach them and wave to them, they both respond at the same time.     “Have you missed me at home?” Albert asks me with a mocking smile.     "The truth is that I was grateful, so no one steals my coffee." I reply while leaning on the car "Has he bothered you a lot?" I ask Alice and she lets out a laugh.     “He behaved perfectly, he slept like a dormouse.”     “Please stop, I'm having flash backs of when I returned from my recently divorced parents' house” from his tone, he does not seem upset or offended “. Thanks for everything again, Ali.”     "You're welcome Al" Alice tells him with the shortened name. I am surprised. It is another step towards acceptance. I see her look in the rearview mirror for a moment and blink quickly “. Well guys, I'm in a hurry and I have to go now.”     “Sure, goodbye Alice.” Albert moves his hand slowly and begins to walk.     "Have a good day, Alice." I do the same.     “Be good, kids.” She jokes as I walk away as well. 

    I approach Albert and adjust my backpack. Looking at him curious.     “Come on, say it.”     “Say what?” He asks me, arching an eyebrow.     “That you have sex.”     “I don't know whether to be offended because you have a bad image of me or that you trust that we really had sex.”     “And…?”      He laughs, shaking his head.     "No, nothing happened, we just talked and she left me the couch to sleep on." he shrugs, with a crooked smile.     I look at him strangely and he ruffles my hair, laughing.     “Come on Jake, you know me well.”    “Yes, but I have seen you two getting along too well.”    “What can I say? The fight in the bar brought us together.”       I shake my head, letting out a laugh as I comb my hair with my hand.      I look everywhere looking for Jeremy. He would always come closer to us, but today I do not see him. I guess last night's conversation affected him a little not to come. 

     We were each going to go to our class when Paul approached us with giant steps. Behind him was Christian, with a worried expression.     “Get ready.” Albert whispers, a little tense.    “Just do not fight again.” I warn him.      Paul stands in front of us, with one hand in his pants pocket and raising his chin superiorly.     “I've been told that you like to mess with my friends” listening to him talk is like listening to a small child “Do you think it's okay for you to behave like kids?”     “And you feel proud of having stalker friends?” Albert counterattacks with his words “Or do you train them?”     “I do not know what you’re talking about—“    “In the past you had problems with Bianca, didn't you?”       He looks at us both, surprised. Even though I haven't said anything, I think he can tell by looking at me that I know.      He ends up tensing nervously, pressing his lips tightly.     “You don't know the half between her and me.”     "We know that she gave you drugs when you were teenagers" I answer, trying to be calm “. I am sure it pissed you off when she could not give you more. Did Katherine know that?”     "What are they talking about, Paul?" Christian asks him curiously. A curiosity that I can see that could be useful for his work.      He looks at us, almost as if challenging.     "Nothing" he responds dryly ", at least I'm not a depraved person like your friend Jeremy." He passes by me, nudging me with his elbow.       Christian leaves as well, changing direction towards his class.      Albert asks me with his eyes what is going on.      “What did he mean?”     "I do not know, he has not even come." I reply worried, thinking it could be because of what he told me. 

    We just received a message from Jeremy.  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Jeremy Sorry, I'm not going to class today

Albert What happened to you? Paul has hinted that you have done something

Jeremy ?

Jake He called you depraved.

Jeremy What? Why’s that?

Jake We do not know.

Jeremy Hmm… I think I know why he said it… But don’t pay attention to him

Albert And where are you? Why do not you come?

Jeremy I have met someone for an important matter By the way Albert, I have to tell you something important. Shall we meet this afternoon?

Albert Of course Well then, we’ll see each other

Jeremy 🙂 Good bye guys

-----Jeremy has disconnected----- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

    I put my cell phone away and Albert says goodbye. I should already be in class. 

     When the first classes finished, I go with my friend, but unfortunately he told me that he wanted to advance a little in his classwork, so I have to go eat alone.      I could go eat off campus and stop Paul and his friends from picking a fight.      “Where could I go?” I look at the food restaurants closer “I could go to the Chinese restaurant, it is always a good option.”      I put my cell phone away and leave the university with my backpack.     I have not received any messages from Sally yet and knowing her, she would have already sent me something, even if it was a 'I haven't found anything'. Should I be worried? I just hope she does not interact with anyone dangerous. 

    I sit near the window while I eat, making sure no one is following me. If the Master is able to make me puncture the tires on my motorcycle, to send me emails that cannot be recorded and have a timer, perhaps they will be able to follow me.      The notification notification sound surprises me. Sally makes an appearance ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sally Hi 😊 Well, I'm just here to report a little of what I've discovered, since I don't have time.

Jareth Hello :) Do not worry I understand. What is it about?

Sally Bianca was quite popular on Twitter and Instagram On Instagram everything she has is about fashion and on Twitter she uses it to advertise BUT! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    I wait for her to continue, but she remains silent.  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Jareth But?

Sally Hang on a minute

Jareth Alright. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

While I wait, I eat a little. I will give her time so she can write again.  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Sally  I'm here 😄 

Jareth  :) 

Sally  Okay, what I was going to say  Bianca apparently had a private account, in a tweet she apologized for what she put in a tweet that she deleted and people were curious about what she wrote 

Jareth  Did she say it herself? 

Sally  Rather it is a theory  Why apologize for a tweet you wrote?   Clearly you made the wrong count 

Jareth  Mm… Interesting discovery. 

Sally  Thank you 😊  The bad thing is that I don’t know how to access that account  Or how to find it  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

    I am trying to think of a way we can see that account. I could find a way to access that account, but I do not want Sally to know how.   ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Jareth Maybe I can ask someone who knows her. Can you give me her public account name?

Sally Of course Her name is Bianca_StArrr But you know that we need the private account, right?

Jareth Still, I would like to know. The more we both know, the better :) And… How do you access Twitter?

Sally What?! You don't have one?!

Jareth Why are you surprised?

Sally I'm surprised you're so normal 😊

Jareth And is that good or bad according to your point of view?

Sally Helps me know more about you 🙂 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    I roll my eyes and finish eating, leaving the money on the table. 

    In one of the restaurants, I see Agent Connors at the window, typing on his cell phone. It does not look like your typical fast food type. I get a message from Sally and continue on my way. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Sally I have to leave you, duty calls me

Jareth Of course, I have to go back to class too. I will help you find that private account.

Sally Thanks 😊 Good luck Jareth and goodbye

Jareth Goodbye Sally. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

     Well, when I am done with classes, I will get going on finding Bianca's account, but just to be safe, it is best to do it at my workplace, If someone found out that I logged into her account from my computer, they would suspect me. And work computers are special for investigating these kinds of things. 

    When I arrived at the offices, I went straight to my desk, ready to investigate the account.      I create an account with an email made at the time and look for Bianca. I look at her entire account, trying to figure out what her password might be based on everything I see. If I have access, maybe I can see her email and check which account is private.     "Let's try this..." I comment, seeing what her favorite fashion brand is.      From time to time I open a work window, so that they do not suspect what I'm doing. 

    I get Bianca's email from the settings and what I do after getting her email is try to search her email with keywords if there is any email talking about a private account.     ��There is nothing... How do I get it?”     &lt;<Entering her computer.>>      I sigh, ruffling my hair. This is going to be more complicated. 

     Since I know where she lived, it is easy for me to locate it. Luckily they have not taken the computer yet.      With a program I access her computer, which I take a look at, but I cannot find anything special. They are all fashion photos.      Then I go to the Internet, noticing that Twitter is in 'my favorites'.      Upon entering, I see that there are two usernames: Bianca_StArrr and Tears_of_the_Night. A strange name for her. Surely she does not have two different passwords.      I write it and… 

    Bingo. I was right. 

     When I enter, I do not understand her posts. It is as if she speaks in cryptic, and the few people who follow her seem to understand her.      I think this is going to be work for Sally. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Jareth Bianca's private account name is Tears_of_the_Night. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

    I see that she connects quickly. She must be aware of my messages.  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Sally Okay The problem is that I can’t see her account 😅 If she don’t accept me, then I can’t see anything…

Jareth Wait. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

    I leave the account public in settings and quickly send her a message. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jareth  Quick, accept. 

Sally  ??  Did you do that? 

Jareth  Do not ask questions and accept. 

Sally  Okay, Okay  Done it  ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

    I leave the account private again and close everything. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 

Sally Hmm… There is a lot to read… I’m going to take a little while to do it I hope you don’t mind waiting

Jareth Not at all. Better you than me. I have not understood her words.

Sally Then I’ll take care of it 😉 Wait until I read everything and I’ll send you a message again

Jareth Ok. Good luck Sally.

Sally Thanks Jareth 😊 Bye ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

     I turn off the computer and get up from the chair, grabbing my things.

    This time no one has punctured my car tires, luckily. 

     At a traffic light stop, a guy dressed as a clown with a happy theater mask puts on a show while we wait for it to turn green.      It has never happened before.

     When he comes for money, The car that comes closer is mine. He knocks on my window and I roll it down, I was going to be nice and give him a tip, but instead he throws me a paper inside and walks away clapping his hands.      I pick up the paper and I get scared when I read it.     “Be careful or they are next.” 

Chapter 11