#also maybe one of the gals as raincoat girl

[rabb-te]

Similarities between Six & Mono and Wangxian:

The fall/the drop

I love them.

✨CONCLUSION✨:

Mdzs/Little Nightmares AU with Lan Wangji as Six and Wei Wuxian as Mono! I will write it,,,, eventually.

#mdzs #the untamed #cql #lan wangji #lan zhan #wei wuxian #wei ying #wangxian #little nightmares #little nightmares 2 #mono little nightmares #six little nightmares #also maybe one of the gals as raincoat girl?? even tho the mobile game isn’t canon anymore #mianmian maybe? #I’ve already thought about it a lot #lwj would be named orchid instead of six #and wwx would be four instead of mono #like i am trying Hard to fit them into the LN world and y’know what? I’m succeeding #I even have a bit written! #not a lot tho.... #made the drop angstier and less voluntary #u know how it be

[roamwithahungryheart]

Season’s Greetings pals & gals! The lovely @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho​ tagged me in her ‘25 Days of Chris Fics’ Christmas contest, and as she’s not only a lovely friend but also the soon-to-be birthday girl, I just had to accept her challenge. So, here you go folks! Inspiration: ‘Christmas Wrapping’ by The Waitresses Pairing: Chris Evans x reader Word count: 1,968

The mid-morning frost folded itself into the soft magic of late December, bringing with it the promise of a joyful end to an otherwise terrible year. Typically, Boston would see twelve days of snow in December. You knew this because your father was a weather fanatic – ever since you could walk, he would be the first to grab your raincoat or tell you to wear an extra pair of socks on cold days. Opening the sun-dappled curtains, you discovered that today was snow day number one. A light chill crept through the window, and you rubbed your arms briskly before turning towards your nightstand to grab your phone.

Walking into the kitchen, you placed it on the kitchen island and turned on the TV, the muffled drone of the news drowning beneath the whirring of the coffee machine.

“What circle of hell have we entered now?” You muttered, hands turning pink against hot porcelain. Resting your elbows on the marble island, your shoulders hunched as you glanced over at your phone. No messages. No missed calls. Not even from your mother.

The refrigerator’s water dispenser rattled, sending the first flurry of Christmas cards fluttering to the floor.

Startled, hot coffee splashed onto your arm. You winced. The mug came down on the counter with a frustrated thud. Picking the cards from the floor, you rearranged them and sighed. Christmas was just around the corner, and you still had things to do. The fence was laced with lights, a wreath hung on the front door, a tall tree glistened with gold decorations in the living room, gift bags arranged in a neat line beneath it. The aesthetics were taken care of. The finer details were a work in progress. As the familiar pang of festive fear hit, you wondered how your mother had managed to play hostess every Christmas with enthusiasm and ease. You had a talent for second-guessing yourself, and on special occasions, your self-doubt skyrocketed. This year it was so high it may as well have been hitching a ride in Santa’s sleigh. Something was just off this year. Bah, humbug.

Counting on your fingers, eyes rolled to the heavens, you ran through a mental checklist of remaining tasks. Last-minute, you’d have to do a few cards, a few calls – easy. Maybe you weren’t behind with things after all. With the soft clap of palm to forehead, you recommitted yourself to the idea of the quiet Christmas you craved. This crazy year was almost over. Whatever happens, happens.

Heading into the hall, you threw on your warmest coat and a pair of boots and made your way to North Market Street. Every year, you missed the magic of the Christmas market, too busy juggling shopping bags and fumbling for car keys to make the last mad dash for the one thing you forgot to buy. This year would be different.  As you walked past Faneuil Hall, watching the hustle and bustle, you consciously slowed your steps. You turned, pulling your phone from your pocket to take a picture of the street in all its sugar-dusted glory. Your chest rose and fell with one long, slow, deep breath.

Click. Caption. Post. ‘Merry Christmas! Couldn't miss this one this year!’

In the distance, a brass band played popular carols. Your favorite little coffeehouse beckoned. Inside, you ordered a seasonal coffee and gave in to the temptation of a sweetly spiced pastry. Pressing your back into the soft leather armchair by the window, you could feel your eyes fluttering, threatening to close. Setting your coffee down on the table, you sunk into the chair, folded your arms and slowed your breath. The shrill ring of your phone snapped you out of your meditative state.

“Happy Christmas Eve!” You could hear your mother’s smile as her voice boomed.

“Ma, don’t shout!” A soft giggle. “Happy Christmas Eve. How’s the stress level over there?” “Oh I’m fine, it’s your father I worry about. The neighbors called him Clark Griswold this morning.” “That sounds about right.” Your lips twisted in amusement. “I think that’s where I get it from. I don’t know how you do this every year, Ma.” “Easy. Do no harm, take no shit, drink more gin!”

“Got it! You give the best advice.” It took extra effort to keep your mug straight as you lifted it to take a sip, your hand lightly shaking as you laughed. “Of course I do, I’m your mother.” The delight in her voice warmed you more than your $4 cup of coffee.

“No doubt about it.” Pulling a stray lock of hair behind your ear, you caught sight of the time on your watch. The grayness of late afternoon was settling in. The nights were growing darker far too early now. If this year had proved anything, it was that time was an illusion. “How’s Dad?” “Bossy. I’ve been banished to the parlor – he’s making his famous Christmas ham.” This was the quintessential Christmas smell of your childhood. You had laughed at the way your father’s face scrunched in mock-offense when you told him you were converting to vegetarianism during your college days. Now, you jumped at the chance to grab a plate with the rest of the family. It was tradition, after all. “Save me a slice! I can’t wait to see you guys.” “Ditto. Take care out there, the snow’s really starting to come down.” You glanced out of the window. The street was lined with the glistening beginnings of thick snow. “I will, Ma. You take care too. Love you.” Click. With a rushed crumple of the flimsy paper napkin on your lap, stuffing it into your pocket along with your phone, you stood and made your way across the street to the parking garage.

To add to the frustration of the day, you found yourself in a claustrophobic crush of holiday shoppers. Tapping your fingers on the steering wheel, you thought of the Griswold family sedan swerving under the logging truck. This day had been too damn long. Hallelujah! Holy shit! Where’s the Tylenol?! 

Finally home, you trudged up the steps, relieved to return to warmth.

Christmas Eve. Time to relax.

Setting down bulging shopping bags in front of the tree, you maneuvered into the hallway, slipping out of your coat and boots.

Making your way into the kitchen, you reached into the refrigerator for a bottle of wine, carefully taking a glass from the rack by the sink and twisting a dish towel around it. Holding it aloft, it sparkled. Pouring yourself a very liberal glass of pinot grigio, you padded over to the sofa, sitting in a half-lotus, to watch a nauseatingly cliché Hallmark movie.  If meet-cutes were this easy, you’d definitely been written into the wrong plotline. When you came to return the bottle of wine to the refrigerator, you stopped to scrutinize the shelves. Whenever you visited your family over the holidays, you always brought something to make the day run a little easier – last year it was a bottle of mulled wine and pre-made stuffing. This year, you were keeping it simple. You were in charge of the cranberries. And yet they were nowhere to be found. With a groan, you slammed the refrigerator door shut. “Damn it!” You cursed yourself and looked up at the kitchen clock. It was getting late. But you could still make it to the store in time. Thank God for holiday opening hours.

The neon glow of the grocery store sign, the gentle whoosh of the automatic doors, the thick stillness that broke through the muffled hum of Christmas music as you roamed around the aisles brought comfort. Reassurance. You had this under control. That is, until you reached the checkout and felt the cranberries start to slip from your grasp in your rush to head home. Struggling to catch the jar, it tumbled out of your hands and hurtled to the floor with an echoing smash.

“Fuck!” Your voice was a little too loud. Kneeling down, you scrambled to pick the shards of glass from the floor. A cashier made their way over with a dustpan and brush. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Let me help.” “Ma’am, it’s okay. Would you like me to grab another jar?” The cashier’s voice was gentle, like a kindergarten teacher cleaning up spilled paint.

“Oh, no, thank you. I’ll go get it. Again, so sorry.” “Not a problem, ma’am.” The cashier smiled.

Retracing your steps, you grabbed another jar from the shelf and went along on your walk of shame to the self-service checkout.

That was the moment you felt your palms grow clammy. Steeling yourself, you tightened your grip on the jar. Not again. But still, your mind and pulse raced. There he was. A few steps away. Chris. Even in his frat boy’s winter uniform – baseball cap, cable-knit sweater, jeans and boots – he was irritatingly handsome. Tufts of tousled hair escaped from beneath his cap, his beard a little rugged, his sweater clinging just tightly enough to show the outline of his toned chest…he was exactly as you’d remembered him. With dizzying, aching emotional whiplash, it all came rushing back. The Halloween party with the unreliable designated driver. Pretzels and ice cream in the park. The walk along the Charles River. The months of silence that followed. “So you’re the one responsible for the great cranberry massacre?” He quirked an eyebrow and chuckled, his eyes soft. “You got me, Officer!” You tucked the jar safely into a plastic bag. “Spending this one alone?” He shifted his weight, boots scuffing on the linoleum. “Yeah. Need a break, this year’s been crazy.” “Me too.” The static in your fingers and chest subsided. “Let me guess, you forgot cranberries too?” Chris half-smiled, one arm leaning against the cool metal counter, his other hand resting on his hip, his ankles crossed. The elegantly casual stance of a man invested in conversation. “It’s good to see you.” The depth of his voice made the back of your neck tingle. “Yeah. You too.” Awkward silence. “Need help with that?” Chris smirked. You rolled your eyes, but you felt your cheeks start to flush. “I think I’m okay.” “No, I insist.” His hand met the small of your back.  “It’s icy out there. Don’t want you to break a jar and a leg.”

Smooth.

“When you put it like that…” 

The biting evening air hit your cheeks through the open doors. Your eyes met and lingered, gazes coming unstuck with treacly slowness. The subtle scent of his cologne seeped into your skin.

Walking through the parking lot, you remembered the night by the Charles River. Your lips meeting in the half-light, your body entangled in his warmth. The faint tang of beer on his breath. His hands running through your hair, his touch like silk. Your breath caught in your throat.

As you climbed into your car, one foot on the tarmac, Chris caught you off guard. “Hey, uh, I’m gonna be home for a while. What are your plans for New Year’s?” In truth, you’d be watching the ball drop from a cozy cocoon of a comforter. You paused in thought. “Haven’t decided yet.”

“When you do, let me know. I’m free if you are.” He slipped a scrap of paper onto the dashboard with a wink.

Withholding every impulse, you replied with nonchalance. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“It was really good seeing you.” He paused. “Drive safely.” “You too.” An almost imperceptible sigh. The same electric silence. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.” He lifted his arm from the roof of the car and shut the door with a soft click.

Later, staggering bumper-to-bumper along the road, you watched the street lights twinkle. The heater hummed. You were right.

Couldn’t miss this one this year.

#ODNHolidayBDay2020 #Happy birthday Dino! #writing #contest #25 Days of Chris Fics #Chris Evans #Chris Evans x reader #y/n #a-little-counter-esperanto #laurenwritesfics #Chris Evans imagine

[smileyliaa]

lia ༄ as your girlfriend

requested: @valentigaunlover

how it happened ༄

itzy got you together

they knew very well that you had the biggest crush ever on her

they also knew lia had maybe the biggest crush ever on you??

so they decided to take action

one day it had gotten incredibly rainy

so you couldn’t leave their dorm

they took that as the perfect opportunity to strike

they made a plan

their plan was as follows

have one person stay with them and keep them busy

then the other three will prepare what they call, “the perfect setting for a date”

yeji will risk her life in the rain to go buy something’s at the store (rlly cheap fancy plastic plates, some decorations, maybe some cookies for the rest of them as a reward)

while the two other members at home cook some food for you and lia

afterwards the itzy member distracting you both would bring you out to the main room where everything was taking place

then yeji will shower and hope she doesn’t get sick, and they’ll eat cookies in the other room while watching movies as they let you two take the rest

perfect plan!

then they assign roles

yuna stays with you guys to distract you guys

chaeryeong and ryujin cook

and this role was decided when the plan was formed because yeji refused to let anyone else out so she was going to the store

the plan now begins!

yuna had a few things up her sleeve to distract them with, one to ask for help on some homework, two to ask for some opinions on her outfits, three to talk to them about some random shit and maybe watch a movie with them depending on how long it took

chaeryeong and ryujin began cooking soon, they decided on simply trying to make ramen packets fancy for the both of you!

yeji, was in the largest raincoat she could find with her hair tucked under a hat

she walked quickly in rain boots silently thinking of all the things she’d be forcing you and lia to do

but hey, cookies?

chaeryeong and ryujin worked as quick as they could, when yeji arrived with the fake fancy plates and with the cookies they were quite happy

they went as fast as they could

yeji lit some (lightly used) candles scented with vanilla and lavender

quickly set up the table they shared with fancy plastic bowls

fake wine cups containing your favorite soda

ryujin poured the ramen into each bowl

chaeryeong got the nicest looking utensils they had already in their drawer

yeji dimmed the lights

yuna ran out unexpectedly with a small speaker and set up lia’s (which she had just stolen out of her hand) and began playing the ratatouille soundtrack

chaeryeong quickly shuffled over and set up the little side pieces they had made

the four of the stood proudly by their creation

lia and you ran out first going to catch yuna, but then stopped looking at the sight before you both

a dim room, in the center was a table with candlelight adorned with food

the ratatouille soundtrack played

before you both were a cold yeji, a smug ryujin, smiley chae, and a giggly yuna

yeji walked out first, “have fun love birds”

followed by ryujin, “ya’ll ready to confess?”

chaeryeong picked up the cookies and walked out right after ryujin, “lia fighting! y/n fighting!”

yuna left last, “hope you enjoy! thanks for the help on the homework!”

you both shyly walked towards the table

you both sat across from eachother and admired the food, well that’s only half true

you stared across the table smiling at the girl who’s face was illuminated by the candles lit and resting on the table

“lia, i’m really glad they did this.”

she smiled shyly, silently grateful the room was dim so you couldn’t see her blushing cheeks

she stuck her hand across the table table and picked it up and bravely kissed your hand before letting it go, “let’s eat!”

after you were done eating

lia went first, “they really did this all so we’d confess?”

you nodded laughing, “really thoughtful of them, we shouldn’t let their efforts go to waste! lia, i really like you, and would like to know if you’d like to be my girlfriend...so will you?”

“well y/n, i agree! we shouldn’t let their efforts go to waste, i’d be honored to be your girlfriend, and i feel even luckier to have you as mine.”

she stood up and stuck her hand out, you gently took and smiled at her, you both danced in the candlelight to the ratatouille soundtrack, content to be simply with eachother

bonus :

in chaeryeong’s room all four of the members piled onto her bed

the package of cookies being passed around as they ate

they intently watched the movies that played before them

yuna stood up and peaked from the door and ran back

“guys it totally worked”

they high-five

affection ༄

lia is definitely affectionate!

pda is kinda a no go

but every so often a cheek kiss, but for sure hand holding

she loves kisses so much oh my god

she could kiss you forever

she loves when you give her shoulder kisses

it makes the butterflies in her tummy flutter more than they usually do

adores kissing your hands and your eyelids

at night when she comes home, and sees you sleeping in her bed snuggling the sheets, after she washes up and lays with you

lightly kisses your eyelids and tells you she loves you

then is incredibly shy when your arms wraps around her waist and pulls her head into your chest and tell her that you love her more

cuddling with her is...ugh-

she’d cling onto and give you cute unexpected kisses

then when you tease her she’d throw back a remark and snuggle back into you

sits in your lap if your home alone

likes how it feels when you hold her close to you

if you sat in her lap, she’d rest her hands on your thighs and would randomly kiss your head or shoulder while either talking or watching tv

the typed to randomly buy you little gifts like, a keychain that reminded her of you, or buy your something she knows you’ve had your eye on cause she notices those things

likes when you lay your head in her lap

please play with her hair, she LOVES it

the bestest gal ever i love HERRRRR

little moments ༄

some of your dates were just so-

when you both had your first kiss?

it was on a date you had planned

you went to a large park and had a picnic

she laid her head on your lap, you leaned down and quickly pecked her

she quickly sat up and pecked you on the lips repeatedly

cooking together is so fun

you guys play the ratatouille soundtrack (its the soundtrack of your relationship at this point)

while you wait for stuff to cook you both dance

make messes

and laugh at yeji’s face when she sees the mess

it’s totally worth it

the at night when your legs are intertwined, your body’s close together

you both thank itzy in tours heads for what they did for you both that rainy day

and hope that one day you can do something to repay them

they did in fact set you up, with the love of your life

#itzy imagines #itzy reactions #itzy scenarios #itzy fluff #itzy #lia itzy #lia #choi jisu #lia scenarios #lia imagines #lia fluff #lia reactions #yeji #ryujin #chaeryeong #yuna

[poppys-writing]

The Missionaries, Part 1

A/N: new Box Boy series here, but this time it’s more caretaker/comfort centric! I hope you all will enjoy this new take on the Box Boy universe and whump in general. Once again, credit goes to @sweetwhumpandhellacomf and @shameless-whumper for creating this wonderful sub-genre of whump that continues to thrive. Thanks for reading and feel free to check out my masterlist!

Noah woke up to the same rattling of the tiny, rusty plane, dark clouds hanging ominously outside the plane window. He thought that the headache would disappear with a long nap, but it was still as bad (if not worse). Looking across the aisle was Ruthie, who was awake when he fell asleep and was still awake now, her leg tapping incessantly into the metal floor and her hands fiddling nervously with her coat. “You nervous?” He hollered across the aisle to her; the drone of the plane along with the deafening engine made him worry that she wouldn’t even be able to hear him. 

She jumped, apparently freaked out by his voice. Her head snapped to face him, her gentle brown curls whipping around even though they were secured in a ponytail. Nonetheless, she flashed him a wide smile, though her eyes didn’t sparkle with joy like they usually do. “No, no, not at all,” she reassured him with a nod. “Why do you ask?”

He held her gaze for a moment, considering pointing out her fidgety behavior, but ultimately decided against it. He didn’t want to be rude. “Uhh, no reason,” he quickly dismissed, a couple of chuckles escaping as he moved to rub the back of his neck. “I’m a little bit nervous,” Noah lied. He wasn’t nervous at all. Should he be? 

“Oh, you are?” Ruthie returned back, head cocking to one side. She could see right through his lie; Noah never gets nervous, even when he should be. They’re going to a foreign country, serving for the first time as medical aid, even though they haven’t become doctors yet. In addition to that, they’ll be in one of the biggest human trafficking hubs in the world for two months, treating the victims of the beast that will be breathing down their neck. Yeah, he should be worried about that. “Well you have no reason to be freaked. It’ll be a good experience!” Ruthie lied through her teeth. 

Before Noah could get another word in, Ruthie turned back to the window to gaze out at the ominous clouds and overthink everything, effectively ending the conversation. So, without any vocal company, Noah decided to gaze at the empty seats of the plane and imagine the companions they could’ve had. Sophie, Tyler, Jonathan, Mary, Rebecca, Elijah and Esther, Cindy, Jane, Rob and Will. So many of their friends that were supposed to accompany, but all dropped out for various reasons. Mary didn’t have time or money to get the appropriate vaccinations; Tyler, Esther and Cindy couldn’t raise enough money to go and had to work over the summer anyways; Sophie, Jonathan, Rebecca, Elijah, Jane and Rob’s parents all wouldn’t let them go because they thought the trip would be “too dangerous.” Noah didn’t blame them; with human trafficking statistics rising by the day in Belarus and travel advisories announced, he considered not going too. But, Ruthie coming from a family of turn-or-burn preachers and missionary leaders, her parents refused to let her back out of it. Ruthie even offered to request a transfer to somewhere a bit safer than Belarus, but her parents insisted that she finish what she started. There was no way Noah could let her go halfway across the world by herself, so he stayed on, suppressing his nerves once again to go into the belly of the beast. 

So now it’s the two of them. Ruthie’s a nice gal. Being in the same friend group in college, they got along and enjoyed one another simply due to mutual friends, but never became close and drifted even further apart during medical school. Leading up to the trip, they went out to lunch and hung out and studied together so they could bond before spending the next two months in a dangerous foreign country together. In that time, Noah discovered her to be nicer than he thought, funnier than he expected, and cuter than she was before.

The plane began its decent into Minsk, the capital and only city with an international airport. The dark clouds and turbulence broke to the city covered in a steady rain that drummed against the plane windows. From the sky, the Stalinist architecture evidently hasn’t been touched up in decades. Still, there was something beautiful about the tall, dreary buildings. The dark windows held the ups and downs of millions of people: mothers bringing home their child, businessmen saving their company, marriages that fall apart, loved ones that pass on, and also hundreds of thousands of people involved one way or another in the Box Boy industry. 

Since the Box Boy and Babe industries had been outlawed in the United States almost six years ago, the American government cracked down on human trafficking so hard that the industry had to completely relocate out of red, white and blue borders. Minsk being a major hub even prior to the U.S. breakdown, it was naturally the next best choice. On the bright side, human trafficking in North America became virtually nonexistent. On the down side, Noah and Ruthie are now in the heart of it all once more. 

The plane landed, emptying out its two Americans and their luggage and moving on to pick up some other human cargo. Who would be the next people sitting in their seats? Box Boy moguls, or Box Boy victims? Noah shuddered at the thought, lugging his bag across the slick tarmac towards a van with the familiar Christian Missionary Alliance symbol plastered all over its side. As they sauntered across the runway, which seemed to get longer with every step, Ruthie and Noah could feel the eyes of the ground controllers and travelers following them. Some of them were angry and disdainful, while others were hopeful and trusting - hopefully they’d encounter more of the latter once they get to the mission house. 

Ruthie and Noah loaded their bags into the back of the van, piling in and shedding their raincoats. Ruthie’s ponytail had frizzed up in the rain, poofing out in every direction. Stop staring, Noah internally scolded himself, but it was too late. Their eyes met again, but this time he was inches from her face - he could see the honey-colored flecks littering her brown eyes, watch her dimples form as she smiled back at him. Does she have a boyfriend? Maybe he should ask that once this whole don’t-get-human-trafficked thing is over. 

The van lurched into motion, Noah and Ruthie lurching along with them. A little laugh escaped her lips as she clutched on to Noah’s arm for stability, while he reached for the handle above to secure the both of them. Even after the ride got steadier, Ruthie still clutched his arm. 

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, the driver turned around and flashed the both of them a toothy smile, a gold tooth barely visible. “Welcome to Belarus!” he warmly greeted them with a thick slavic, even though they had been riding in the car for a while now. “We go pick up for other missionaries, then drive. You’ll be settled by dark.”

Casual conversation commenced until the van turned into the parking lot of a run down motel. Three missionaries from Spain, a couple from Germany, and two friends from Australia piled into the rickety old car. Polite greetings were exchanged and all got settled in for the couple hour drive to the house.

Minsk rolled by Ruthie’s window, the business-centric neighborhood that the airport was surrounded by turning residential. With that shift came what she was dreading: the Box Boys and Box Babes. Back home, when it was legal, she still became nauseated at the sight of a human being owned by another human being, and she didn’t even see it that much publicly in small town Idaho. Here, however, it seemed to be commonplace. Some men or women were leashed - leashed! - to powerful looking men and women that strode through the streets like they owned the place. Some girls trailed behind men with nasty grimaces, keeping their head down and hands folded in front of them. Some boys walked beside women with large heels and an entourage. It was disgusting. Absolutely revolting. Apparently west coast mega cities like Los Angeles and San Francisco were just like this, but by the time Ruthie made it there the business was already outlawed. How did the United States even legalize this? How could anybody legalize this? Ruthie wanted to pound of the windows, to jump out of the van and shout at everyone for their tolerance of this injustice. Instead, she let tears well in her eyes, clinging tighter to Noah’s arm.

Noah wasn’t looking out of the window just for that reason. He kept his eyes focused on his hands in his lap, or his watch, or just closed them. He already knows what it looks like, and he’d rather not see it again. When he felt Ruthie clutch at his arm even tighter, he nudged her with his shoulder to get her attention away from the window. It worked, and she quickly turned her head towards him, frantically rubbing away tears. “You okay?” Noah posed, careful to keep his voice down.

“I don’t know,” Ruthie shrugged, trying her best to smile at him. She does that. Instead of being sad, she decides to smile - it doesn’t really work all the time. “It’s just...I’d only heard about it, never actually seen what it looks like until now. It’s bad, Noah, this is really bad.”

Noah sadly nodded his head. Oh, if only she knew the worst of it. Sweet Ruthie with her naive small-town mindset. He wouldn’t trade her for the world, but sometimes he wished he could tell her the truth without ruining her endless joy and kindness. “I know, I know. We’re here to help though, don’t forget that,” he tried to reassure her. Noah’s not the best at comfort - since he rarely gets nervous, he doesn’t know how to deal with this fearful emotions.

“Hopefully our help is enough,” Ruthie responsed, casting her head down towards her hands instead of outside the window.

Noah surveyed the bus, just like he surveyed the plane. This bus was supposed to be filled with their closest friends, all journeying together to fight the evils of man and heal those who had fallen victim to corruption. Hopefully this van will be filled at all when the mission ends.

#box boy universe #box boy multiverse #box babe #box boy #caretaker #comfort #caretaker prompts #comfort prompts #my writing #the missionaries

[panzeriii-blog]

Dorothys Business trip (part one)

My name is Dorothy and my husband and I have a great sex life. Along with the normal routine we also share our fantasies with one another and aren't afraid to discuss them. We are in our early fifties with all of the children moved out of the house so we can really do whatever we want.

I work as a Purchasing agent for a large chemical firm and David works as an Engineer for a local building firm in town. My husband David still thinks I am an attractive woman, although I have put on a bit of weight over the years. Standing five feet two inches tall with blonde hair and blue eyes, I have a 36-C bust, a little padding around my hips and butt, but overall I'm still in good shape as I work out to keep myself somewhat toned.

David stayed in good shape as well, running a few miles every other day he kept away from the middle-aged spread. Like I said before we share our fantasies, especially in bed, during sex. Sometimes we role play, me being the school teacher and David the student, so you can guess from there how that turned out, me giving my student a lesson In various subjects.

We have never cheated with any other people nor have we ever swapped partners, not that we haven't had the opportunity; we just had never acted on them. Occasionally I have to go out of town on business to meet with future suppliers or to visit with current suppliers. Just after one of these trips is where our adventure began.

During a trip to Atlanta, after meeting with the company representatives, myself and a few people from their office went out to dinner and to have a few drinks. Of course I didn't know any of the local folks from the area but as we were having dinner, Gary, my contact from their company, introduced me to two men named Vince and Bob and a woman named Lydia that happened to come into the restaurant we were eating at.

Gary mentioned to them that we were going to a nightclub after dinner and they were welcome to join us if they wanted, to which Vince agreed to before they were seated at another table. Now bear in mind I was the oldest of the group I was with, Gary being about forty, the two women, Jean and Kacy were in their thirties, and the last gentleman, Scott, was approximately forty-five or so.

After dinner we all left for the nightclub where the alcohol began to flow and inhibitions lowered. I was still in my dress, as were the other two gals wearing pantyhose and heels, typical office wear, when Vince, Bob and Lydia showed up at our table. I could see from the start that Vince was hitting on all of the girls trying to get them to go back to his hotel with him.

I was feeling a bit tipsy as I excused myself to go to the restroom to freshen up. As I came out Vince was standing by the bar and motioned me to join him. We engaged in a little chit-chat, discovered that we were staying at the same hotel and that we both would like to leave and call it a night. Returning to our table I mentioned that I needed to get back to the hotel and get some rest because I had an early flight out the following day, gave my thanks to everybody for the hospitality and was walking out of the front door just as Vince came up behind me and offered to share a cab back to the hotel.

Vince hailed a cab and opened the door to allow me to get in.

"Best Western on Chamberlin Drive," Vince said as he got in and the cabbie put down the flag.

It only took ten minutes to get back to the hotel and as we were getting on the elevator Vince asked me if I would like a nightcap in his room before bed. I responded no as I needed to get up in the morning early, but thanked him for the offer.

"Okay," he said, "but the offer still stands if you change your mind, room three-thirteen."

I let myself into my room, kicked off my shoes, slipped out of my pantyhose, panties and my dress, and finally removed my bra before lying down on my back in the bed and deciding to call David.

The phone rang three or four times before David answered and in a sleepy voice said, "Hello?"

"Hi Sweetie," I said.

"Oh, hi Dorothy, it's late, what are you calling for? Is everything okay?"

"Mmmmm yes, just thought I would call and let you know how horny I am," I told him in a sexy voice.

"So what put you in this mood so late at night" David asked.

"I had a strange man invite me to his room for a nightcap, and who knows what else he wanted."

"Are you going to go?" he asked.

"Well I'm not sure, I would love a big cock right now baby," I whispered.

"Maybe you should go and see how big of a cock he has Dorothy," he whispered back.

"Would you mind if I went down to his room and took a little suck, baby? You could fantasize about me on my knees licking a big cock. Would you like me to do that?" I asked.

"As long as you tell me all about it when you get home, Dorothy; have some fun."

I knew David has always fantasized about watching me having sex with another man so that is why I teased him with this conversation.

"What are you doing right now?" he asked me.

"Just laying in bed completely naked, running my fingernails over my stiff nipples while I talk on the phone," I told him.

"Is your pussy wet?" David asked.

"Mmm it sure is baby, ready for a big fat cock," I whispered back. "Okay then, why don't you go down and scratch that itch and let me know how it went when you get home tomorrow."

"Okay David, I will see how I feel, you have a good sleep and I will see you tomorrow evening" I said as I hung up the phone.

Should I call Vince? Should I just go to sleep and forget the whole thing? Maybe just some kissing and rubbing would do the trick; he is an attractive man, hmm, what should I do? Oh, he's probably asleep already anyway, so there's no point in calling and waking him up, I thought to myself. But my hand reached for the phone anyway and dialed 3-1-3 before I realized what I did.

"Hello" I heard from the other end of the line.

"Hi" I whispered.

"Is this Dorothy?" he asked.

"Yes, how did you know?" I replied.

"You have a sexy voice, that's how I knew," he said. "Did you change your mind?"

"Yes, I don't suppose one little drink would hurt anything," I told him.

"Perfect, come on down, I am still up."

"Okay I will be there in a few minutes." I said.

"Great, I will leave the door ajar so you can just walk in," he said.

Earlier you "got into" the bed, so here you should "get out" of the bed.

Getting out of the bed I went to the bathroom to freshen up my makeup and lipstick. Slipping my black silk robe over my naked body and tying the sash, I stepped into my heels and threw on my lightweight knee-length raincoat, dropped the keycard in the right hand pocket, and walked out the door.

"Anybody home?" I asked as I stuck my head in the door to room three-thirteen.

"Sure is," I heard Vince say. "Come in and close the door."

I stepped into the room and saw Vince standing by the bed with a pair of pajama pants on without a shirt, showing off his hairy, muscular chest.

"Come on in Dorothy and make yourself comfortable, what would you like to drink? I have beer and vodka."

"I will have a beer please," I said as I looked around the room.

"Okay, one beer coming up," Vince said as he popped the cap.

He handed the beer to me as I walked over to the window to see the view of the city. "Nice view isn't it?" Vince asked as he walked up behind me and put his arms around my waist and began to unbutton my raincoat.

"Let's get this coat off of you so you can relax," he said as his hands moved deftly over the buttons, allowing me to slip out of my coat.

My hands were trembling thinking about what I have done. Why did I do this? I should have stayed in my room and went to sleep. Now I was in a stranger's room wearing next to nothing!

"Mmmmm you smell good, baby," Vince whispered in my ear as his hands moved up my sides.

"Why thank you," I replied.

"I love the feel of this material against your bare skin too Dorothy."

I felt his soft hands creep up my sides and onto the contours of my breasts. "I like the feel of your hands too Vince," I said over my shoulder as I felt his warm breath against my shoulder and his lips on my neck.

His body was pressing against mine from behind and I could feel his erection against my ass as he kissed my neck and shoulders. All of a sudden I felt a surge of wetness release from my pussy as he continued to press his erection against me, his strong hands cupping my large breasts through my robe, tweaking my stiff nipples.

I couldn't help myself it seemed, I wanted to feel a cock in my mouth and my pussy tonight, I wanted to feel a warm mouth on my pussy and clit! I felt his hands move around to the front of my robe and untie the sash, allowing the front of it to fall open, exposing my breasts and bare pussy.

His hands ran up along my belly, squeezing and cupping my breasts, tweaking my stiff inch-long nipples. Turning around I sat down in a chair in the corner of the room in front of Vince. I ran my hands along the waistband of his pajama pants and gently tugged on them, exposing his thick erection.

It jutted out at about a forty-five degree upward angle, and was as stiff as a steel rod! Reaching out with my right hand my fingers could barely wrap around it as I pulled it down and towards my eager mouth.

"Oh my God baby, that feels so good," Vince moaned as I began stroking his thick tool.

"It's about to feel a whole lot better, baby," I whispered as I took the head of it into my warm, wet mouth.

I gave it a slow suck and gave the head a few strong licks with my tongue then, leaning back in the chair, I let him look at my bare breasts with their inch-long nipples before leaning forward and taking his cock into my mouth again.

"Oh yeah baby, lean back and let me look at those big tits of yours again."

I leaned back in the chair again and let him look at my breasts.

"Yeah baby, I want to cum all over those big things!"

"I want you to cum on them too," I said as I took his cock in my mouth again.

Mmmmmm, his cock was nice and firm as I began to slowly move in rhythm, sucking his thick dick, stroking it with my hand as I sucked. I could feel his hands on my shoulders as he pushed me back into the chair, getting on his knees, spreading my legs, exposing my clean-shaven pussy to his mouth and tongue.

I leaned my head back onto the chair as I felt his lips and tongue gliding over my pussy lips and onto my hard clit. Flicking my clit occasionally he continued to suck and nibble on my labia while running his tongue in and out of my soaking-wet cunt.

"Mmmmmm yeah baby, that's it, lick that clit," I told Vince as he ate my juicy twat.

Licking and sucking, he brought me to an incredible orgasm. Standing up in front of me, once again I was presented with Vince's erect member which I took hungrily back into my mouth and began to suck.

"Mmmmm, mmmmmm," I moaned as I could feel him almost ready to climax. "I want to cum on your tits Dorothy," he said as his balls tightened up inside his scrotum.

"Mmmmm, hmmmmm," I moaned again, proceeding to suck a little harder, letting his cock go down into my throat a few inches.

"I'm gonna cum baby!" he said just as a hot, thick stream of sperm hit the back of my throat.

"Ohhhhhh God baby, you suck sooo good!" he said as another jet of his spunk filled my mouth.

Just as I was getting that swallowed even another long squirt of jizz erupted from his big balls, filling my mouth once again. After swallowing his entire load I gently sucked his now flaccid cock trying to milk even more cum from his balls.

"Oh Dorothy, I need to see you again baby, will I be able to?"

Leaning back into the chair and again exposing my breasts and pussy to him, I nodded and said, "I need to see you again too baby, but now I need to get back to my room and get some sleep."

"Here is my cell phone number and my internet e mail address, contact me and we will see what happens." I wrote those things down on the hotel stationary, tied up my robe, threw on my coat, blew him a kiss and walked out of the room.

After getting back to my room I could still taste his cum in my mouth and could still feel the tingling in my pussy from his gifted lips and tongue. Mmmmm, I will have quite a story to tell David when I get home.

I arrived home the next day at around five p.m., thinking that David would be home but there was a note on the kitchen table explaining that he wouldn't be home until late as he was working at another location and needed to finish the project before he left.

Good, I thought to myself, that will give me some time to unwind and take a shower before he gets home. I changed out of my clothes, poured myself a glass of wine and went into the family room to sit back and relax. As I sipped my wine the images of last night raced through my mind.

Just remembering the feeling of Vince's mouth on my wet pussy was making me moist once more. I decided to go into the den to check my e mail to see if he actually sent me anything. Opening my account, lo and behold there was an e mail from Vince saying what a wonderful time he had and that he wants to see me again ASAP to finish what we started.

I replied saying that I would like that as well and we should try and get together sometime in the near future, but that I am married and my husband may be interested in joining us, signed it Dorothy and sent it. After a few minutes I got a reply. He said that a threesome sounded like fun and to let him know when it could be arranged, he would love to! I replied, told him I would be in touch and looked forward to having a big lollipop to suck on.

I finished my wine, poured another glass, started the shower, removed my robe, and stepped in. I decided that I would be in bed naked when David arrived home, hoping to entice him into giving me a good fuck, Lord knows I need one right now.

Running my hands between my legs I noticed that I could use a shave. Using some lotion I keep in the shower for just that reason I spread it liberally around my pussy and between my legs. Lifting one leg up onto the edge of the tub I began to shave the left side, then lifting my other leg I shaved my right half until I was baby-smooth. After finishing up I dried myself off.

Wow, nine-thirty already, I hope David gets home soon. I powder myself, apply just a hint of his favorite perfume, and climbed into bed.

"Dorothy, are you awake?" I heard David whisper in my ear.

"I must have dozed off" I said. "What time is it?"

"Ten-thirty, I'm sorry I'm late, I had to finish it up," he said as I feel a hand run up my belly and give my breast a little squeeze.

"Mmmmm," I moaned softly, hoping to give him the idea I would like more of the same.

His hand found my other breast and he gave that a small squeeze as well.

"You seem ready for sex tonight, what were you thinking about?" he asked as his hand slid down my belly, feeling the area just above my pussy. "Were you a naughty girl last night?"

"Maybe," I whisper, "why do you ask?"

"That's all I was thinking about today at work, I couldn't get my mind off it," he said as he began to squeeze my breasts again, tweaking the nipples this time.

Finding his cock with my left hand I realize that he is as hard as a rock. Rolling over, I get him to lay on his back. Taking his stiff cock into my right hand I begin to kiss down his chest.

"Did you visit that guy?" he softly whispered.

Slowly stroking his cock, I tell him, "Yes, I did."

"Mmmmm. Oh God Dorothy," he moaned, "did you see his cock?"

Laying my head down on his belly and continuing to slowly stroke him I whispered, "Yes, I did."

As I lifted my head up and put my lips around the head of his dick, he asked me, "Did you let him put his cock into your mouth?"

Letting his stiff tool slip from between my lips I answered, "I sure did," and with that, I took his entire cock down my throat.

"Oh God baby, was it big?" he asked.

All I could do was answer him with a, "Mmm hmmm," as my mouth was filled with cock.

"How big was it, baby?" he asked again.

Pulling his cock from my mouth I told him it was about nine inches long, which might have been an exaggeration, but not too far from the truth. David's was about six and a half inches so I know it was quite a bit bigger than his. He asked if he fucked me, to which I replied no but I told him that I let let him lick my pussy until I came.

"Let me lick that hot pussy of yours baby, straddle my face," he said as he pulled my leg over his head and began to suck my pussy with a vengeance.

"Mmmm yeah David, that's what he did baby," I whispered as I ground my pussy into his face. "He sucked my clit and made me cum baby," I told him as I took his cock back into my mouth.

I could hear the juicy sucking sounds as David began working on my hard clit. I let his cock slip out of my mouth once again as I told him "Mmmm yes, baby, just like that, now slide that tongue into my cunt and lick it good"

He did as he was told and I could feel an orgasm building inside of my pussy. "Yeah baby that's it, get your tongue deeper into that pussy!"

I was on the edge of an orgasm at this point, and I could also tell that David was too from the feel of his tight scrotum.

"You're gonna make me cum Dorothy," he moaned as he sucked my twat.

Just then an orgasm swept through me and I could feel the cum flow as it was unleashed into David's mouth and onto his face. Unexpectedly while I had his cock all the way down my throat a thick steam of cum shot from it, making me gag. As I struggled to swallow it, another blast filled my mouth, and yet another, but I was able to completely swallow each and every squirt.

I thought to myself that I had taken two men's ejaculations within the last twenty-four hours and didn't spill a drop. I rolled off of David and fell right back to sleep feeling well satisfied.

Nothing was mentioned in the morning about our sex the night before other than David reminding me that he and Robert, a friend of his, were going to see a band at a local club tonight and would be home a little late again. He told me not to wait up as it would probably be after midnight before they got back.

Robert was one of David's boyhood friends that he still kept in touch with over the years. He was a good-looking man that always seemed to have his eyes on my breasts whenever we went anywhere with his wife and him. There were even a few times after we all had a few drinks that Robert would find a sneaky way of getting a feel of my boobs, to which I never minded as I liked the attention.

After getting home from work I checked my e mail for a note from Vince but there was no reply from the last one I sent. I had a quick bite to eat and sat down to relax and watch a bit of television before taking a shower and going to bed.

The evening passed quickly, taking my shower I once again went to bed naked, not that I thought I would entice David like last night but because it just felt good. I was awakened by noises coming from the kitchen. David and Robert must be here, I thought to myself as I looked at the clock and it said 12:10 a.m.

Flipping over onto my side and facing out, I intentionally pulled the sheet and blanket down to expose my bare breasts and the top of my ass in case David did want to give me a little poke before he went to sleep.

I could hear them talking in low tones in the kitchen but couldn't make out what they were saying. Their voices got a little louder, it sounded like they were in the hallway outside the bedroom now.

I could hear David whispering, "Don't worry about it, she won't mind at all," and Robert saying "I don't know man, are you sure?"

"Yeah I'm positive, now go ahead."

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Pearl Party Rant

This is going to be so off topic - but I feel like I have to get all these feelings out. I was invited the other night to a “Pearl Party”. The actual company that runs this old-but-made-new-again scam is Vantel Pearls, and just like Lularoe, 21 day fix, tupperwear parties, wine parties, sex toy or even the candle parties of the ‘days of yore’ - it’s about Multilevel marketing crap through a consultant, and either one of your friends got somehow suckered by a consultant into spreading the Multilevel marketing disease to you, or the person you thought was your friend is the consultant... in which case, you have crossed over from being her friend to being the target audience for her new source of income (Congrats on that).

I feel like at this point I could start my own Multilevel marketing company, because the steps to do so seem pretty simple:

Step 1: take an object that literally no one is clambering for and can pretty much be bought anywhere

Step 2: pretend like your version of the object is somehow limited edition, only available for a limited time and only exists in limited quantities

Step 3: Profit.

Am I a millionaire yet?

Anyway, I’m in my 30′s so I remember a time where these parties at least had something in it for you (the sucker friend). Back in my day, if you threw a candle party, you invited people over to your house, got them good and drunk, gave them snacks, and socialized with them whilst scamming them into buying garbage they don’t want. Now you don’t even get those considerations. Now, it’s all done on facebook. Now I have had sit alone in my own house, drink my own booze and eat my own snacks, type comments on a live video on a delay, and pay for garbage I don’t want.

Now you may be thinking “if you don’t want the garbage, don’t buy the garbage” - seems easy enough. I made the decision to partake in the pearl party for a couple reasons - one, I had never heard of a pearl party and didn’t know what it was. Two, the woman that invited me is my neighbor. We just moved to the area a couple months ago, and I want to be friends with our neighbors. This is the first thing she’s invited me to, and I want to appear to be a fun loving - cool gal to be friends with, I want to be invited to other, non-pay-to-play events down the line, so if this has to be the starting point of friendship, so be it.

So basically I read all the things on the invite and got the jist of what had to be done. First you go through the catalog and pick out (pay for) a setting. This might be a ring or necklace or whatever, it may hold one or multiple pearls. THEN you log onto facebook at a designated time, for the live show, where the consultant opens oysters chosen over the internet by people in their homes, and whatever comes out of that oyster is sent off to be paired with the setting. They tell you “the value” of the pearl, but you don’t pay for the pearl, only the setting. 

So I picked literally one of the cheapest things in the catalog at $58 - a silver pendant necklace that holds a single pearl, paid, and then waited for 8pm to arrive to start the live show to pick oysters or whatever.   8:00 comes and goes, 8:05 comes and goes, finally around 8:08 the hostess writes a note in the facebook invite that the consultant is running late. So not only is this garbage selling woman selling me garbage, she is also now wasting my time to do it. You may think I’m being to hard on her, but lateness matters. When you are asking people to give you the opportunity to essentially make a sales pitch, so that you can make money off them, be on time, just be on fucking time. I could see from her other recent videos that her last “8pm” show started at 8:14, so this is not just a one time thing, the girl is just super inconsiderate with other people’s time. ANYWAY, once the live show actual starts, she starts by showing a tray with 5 shells on it, and behind the shells were pictures of things - all Spring themed - a flower, a sun, a robin, a raincoat and a clover. You can either pick your oyster from the tray by asking for “the clover one” or you can tell her “random” and she’ll pull a random one out of an off-screen bucket for you.

While all this is happening by the way, random people are joining the live feed and keep typing “SHUCKED!” into the chat area. At first I thought that this was a weird pearl-party way of saying hello, but the consultant kept saying “awwww, thank you for shucking!” and I eventually realized that this was their stupid way of announcing that they had shared the live feed video on their facebook wall. There is apparently a drawing to win a free pearl if you ‘shuck/share’, and it’s a way to bring as many strangers into the party as possible. Dumb. I did not “shuck”.

I did actually get to pick my oyster first, however, before she would even let me pick a stupid oyster, she showed the oysters from the tray to the webcam and began describing the outsides of the shells to everyone - as in “This one has barnacle marks on it, and some sea grass!” or “This one’s cracked a little bit, and has streaks of blonde in the shell face!”. I literally have no idea why she did this. You don’t get to keep the shell, and I could see no discernible correlation between the shells and what was inside the shells.. so.. another weird time-wasting distraction. half way through her descriptions, I just picked one, and once the delay caught up, she stopped showing me shells and opened the one I picked.

“OOOOOOOOOOOO!” she said, “THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL ONE!”. They were all “beautiful” of course. She didn’t open a single shell and go “ah, this one kinda sucks, sorry hun”. After oooing and ahhhing over the pearl, she wiped it off, and pulled out what looked like a business card with holes in it “It’s not a size 6!” she chirped, moving it to the next hole on the card “It’s not a size 6 1/2!” she continued, moving it to the next hole in the card “It’s not a size 7!!!” she said with growing excitement “IT’S A SIZE 7 1/2!” she exclaimed, pushing the pearl through the appropriate sized hole in the card, before plopping it into a bowl of sand and holding it up to her webcam. “That’s a $58 dollar pearl!” - I literally have no idea how she came up with that, I assume some kind of formula that the company provides based on size+color=$, but I’m thinking that generally there’s more to appraising a pearl than that, I think clarity of reflection is actually a factor... but I digress, I’m going to go out on a limb and say that if you are interested in a real set of quality pearls, a Facebook live “pearl party” might not be the place to go.

So with my turn behind me, and my pearl safely in some kind of envelope or something to be shipped somewhere to be set, I relaxed and just watched the others for a bit picking oysters, etc. The thing that started to strike me as odd after a bit, was that there were women joining the “party” who not only seemed already very aware/comfortable with the process, but would make comments to each other like; “Tessa! what are you doing here? I thought we put each other in pearl jail!!” (I’m guessing that this means that they have bought so many pearl-items in prior live shows that they have created a buddy system to swear off spending more money on pearls?), and “I’m sitting on my hands so I don’t buy anything!!!”, and “Fine, open a pearl and I will pick out something to buy, oh it’s a white pearl? I guess I’ll buy the candle holder and give it to my daughter as a wedding present”.

Lady, you’re so addicted to gambling on some internet lady opening oysters, that you’re going to make your wedding present to your daughter a Multilevel-marketing-scheme-candle-holder-garbage-afterthought? sweet.....

Maybe most disturbing though, was the comment that came later when one said “I would buy something else if I knew I would get the color pearl I wanted”. Which was met with a chorus of “I KNOW RIGHT?!” from the other women in the chat room.

.......There is a way to get the color pearl you want.... it’s called a jewelry store.. .they’ve been around forever, and they are full of pearls that you NEVER HAD AN INTEREST IN UNTIL 30 SECONDS AGO.

What is happening? Why is this a thing? I’m so confused.

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