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Dazatsu Week 2017 Day 7: Eternal, Epilogue

A short, quiet ending to this week. Thank you for sticking with me til the end, everyone! It was lots of fun. And thank you to all those who shared their pieces and support too! Here’s to more Dazatsu~

  • dazai/atsushi
  • fluff, introspective

Atsushi changes Dazai’s bandages.

Atsushi traces the lines on Dazai’s palms, grips the hand that has reached out for him again and again.

The light is odd in this early morning—it’s too fragile, too still. Atsushi holds his breath and the city beyond them disappears out of mind.

He looks up. Dazai’s gaze meets his own. He smiles, a light quirk of the lips, and then leans forward. His body is stiff, starkly pale against the dullness of the room. And the bandages wrapped around him are bone-white, a collection of the past that he always carries.

(How much more of this past Atsushi has to unveil, he doesn’t know. Dazai sometimes feels endless, his soul like a bottomless pit, and Atsushi is no stranger to wanting to forget his own history)

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team “hey remember that time we were literally dead” (alternatively: “team stitches”)

india appears to flirt with death sometimes, and it makes godwin pretty upset. but the reality is that she does it because she doesn’t want to worry him regarding her mental state. the truth is, she’s terrified. (but is she more bored than she is scared? yeah… yeah.)


// In which Antonio Alejandro Bartholomew IV mixes business and his women //

part 3 of the sugar daddy series (part 1)

*Contains Mature Content*

I took my time as I carefully poured the new formula of lip gloss into the little tube. The bright pink and gold glitter liquid beautifully filled the custom designed containers for my brand. Just as I was about to pour into the next vile, a knock at the door made me jump.

“Hailey, can you please get it!” I called for my roommate as I mixed some more glitter into the formula. Even though I was in the kitchen, right by the door, I couldn’t stop what I was doing. I was on a time crunch.

“Really?” Hailey scoffed once she saw the mess I was making in the kitchen. Not giving her a reaction, she opened the door without looking through the peep hole.

“Oh…wow you really are the Justin Bieber,” I heard her stutter.

“Hello. Bailey isn’t it?” I heard Antonio’s voice, making me stop what I was doing.

“It’s Hailey,” her voice turned to venom as she swung the door open and walked away in annoyance. Her bedroom door slammed close by the time Antonio walked through the front door.

“Holla, Diosa,” Antonio pulled me in from behind to give my neck an affectionate kiss.

“Hey, why are you here so early?” I started pouring the matte lipstick as fast as I could, not focusing on the beautiful Antonio who was currently in my presence.

“I’m not early. I told you, I was coming at twelve,” He hummed.

“Twelve? Fuck, I thought you said two. I’m so sorry I’m not ready,” I quickly apologized as I screwed the lids onto the lipsticks.

“It’s alright, we just can’t keep the plane waiting too long. Are you packed and everything?” Antonio asked.

“Don’t be mad. I’ve been working on the formula and filling orders once I got off of work. I’ve been working all night. I meant to take a break to pack but there was so much I already needed to do,” I tried to explain while I did my best to keep up.

“Está bien. Por favor calmate. Just take a shower and get dressed as quick as possible. Don’t worry about packing anything except the make up samples you want to bring. I’ll take you shopping once we land,” He took my hands into his so that I would stop working.

“Thank you, baby,” I mumbled without thinking. “Oh I’m sorry! My bad, I didn’t mean to-“

“Mean to what?” Antonio was very confused, looking at me with one of his bushy eyebrows quirked up.

“I didn’t mean to call you baby. I mean we haven’t talk about about it- us I mean. I don’t think,” I began rabbling, feeling flustered.

“Shhh. We can talk about titles later. Go get ready, baby,” Antonio reacted to my premature affection better than any guy I’ve ever been with. “Chop chop! Vamonos!” Antonio called since I didn’t make a move.

“Vamonos,” I repeated after him. “You can wait in my room. I don’t want Bailey trying to get at you,” I took Antonio’s hand and led him into my bedroom.

“I’m done with gringas,” Antonio condemned any advances Hailey would make towards him.

“Me too, gringo,” I joked.

“Prepararse!” He disregarded my comment and gently nudged me into the bathroom.

I came out of my bathroom twenty minutes later feeling a little more revived from the all nighter I pulled. Going into the bathroom without clean clothes, I exited wrapped in only a towel.

“El avión puede esperar si me dejas hacerte el amor,” Antonio loved me up and down and licked his lips.

“You know, Antonio, even though I don’t know exactly what you’re saying, I assume that all your spanish is vulgar,” I cooed while pulling on panties and a bra, “What should I put on?”

“Algo que puedo quitar fácilmente de ti.”

“Something you can take off? Classy, Antonio,” I was able to translate.

“Your spanish is getting good. I wonder what’s been motivating you,” He said with a smug smile on his face that made me heat up. Since our first date, Antonio and I have spent almost everyday together. Antonio made it his mission to teach me spanish but, I wasn’t very successful until he brought it into the bedroom. I had to ask and follow instruction in Spanish in order to get what I wanted.

“Please don’t start, we need to go,” I groaned as I pulled on some white linen pants and a yellow top.

“Pero siempre hay tiempo para que yo coma tu coño,” Antonio licked his blessed lips.

“You’re truly filthy,” I laughed before rethinking his dirty words. I quickly changed outfits and decided on a casual grey dress that he could get off of me easily.

“Vamonos,” I spoke once I grabbed my purse and the box of samples I did manage to pack up for the trip. Antonio kindly took the box in my hand and carried it for me as we made our way out the front door. Instead of seeing one of Antonio’s many cars, a stretch limousine was parked in the street. Other students who lived at the apartment complex, stared as they walked by, wondering who in the hell had the money for a limo while trying to pay for education.

“I didn’t know you had someone waiting for us,” I spoke as the limousine driver opened the door for us. “I’m sorry about taking so long,” I apologized directly to the driver.

“It’s quite alright ma’am,” He shook my hand and helped me into the car. Antonio followed after me with a smile on his face and plopped down beside me on the fresh black leather.

“Why are you smiling?” I couldn’t help but smile while I asked.

“Even running on no sleep, you are polite to people who most would disregard. Tienes un buen corazón, bombon,” Antonio complimented, giving my hand of sweet kiss.

“Tienes un buen corazón… también? I said that right, right?” I tried my best to make and pronounce a coherent sentence.

“Si,” Antonio confirmed my success. “The plane is at a private airport half an hour away.”

“Then shut up and let me sleep,” I laid my head in Antonio’s lap and snuggled into him, getting comfortable. “Let me sleep so we can join the mile high club when I wake up,” I murmured with my eyes close, making Antonio laugh so hard his body was shaking with joy. “Shhh,” I smacked his leg to get him to stop moving.


“Oh my… fuck,” I moaned while rocking my hips to the rhythm Antonio was eating me to. At my whimpered words, Antonio’s brown eyes fluttered up to my face as he pleasured me. Looking in his eyes made it so much more erotic I couldn’t help but latched my fingers through his soft blonde hair. Antonio moaned against me as I pulled him farther into me.

I let out a little gasp as Antonio easy slipped two fingers in my heat. His eyes did not leave my face as his fingers plunged in and out of me all while sucking on my clit. He moved his way up my body with kisses. Two between my thighs, one of my stomach, two on my breasts, and finally my lips. I tasted myself on his lips.

“Cómo te sientes?” His finger moved deep inside of me making me shudder as his lips left love bites on the top of my breasts. When I couldn’t even get a word to leave my lips, he fingers sped  up inside me.

“Dime quien te sientes,” Antonio urged me on.  

“Me estoy corriendo,” As soon as the words left my lips, Antonio made it his mission to hit my g spot with every stroke. I whined Antonio’s name like it was my own as my legs shook and clenched through my orgasm.

“Good girl,” Antonio said smugly as he pulled away and sucked me from his fingers. I hazily pulled my dress back down and leaned back in the seat. We were only on the private plane for twenty minutes before I ended up on my knees for Justin. And now an hour later, Antonio wore me out more than I originally was when he picked me up.

“I have a gift for you,” Antonio spoke a few minutes later as I was drifting off into sleep.

“Why do you have a gift for me?” I hummed, not having the energy to feel some type of way about Antonio providing so much for me.

“Here,” He handed me over an iPad.

“I already have an iPad,” I scoffed.

“It’s about what’s on the iPad, bombón,” Antonio unlocked it for me and handed it back to me.

“No way…” On the iPad was every episode of Spongebob created. “I’m really about to cry,” I giggled while my eyes watered. This was as thoughtful as when he had all that bread for me on the first date. Antonio pays attention to the details of me like no other person ever has.

“But you need to sleep the rest of the flight so you are revived when we land. Jeffery and Jeanine want to take us out to dinner once we get settled in our hotel,” Antonio notified me.

“Fine, but were getting a little drunk tonight and having a marathon,” I made a compromise that he agreed to with a chuckle.

We landed in San Fransisco four hours later glowing from a second round of sex. I tried to sleep but by the end of the flight we had a quickie on the table. Getting dressed quickly before the any of the staff came into the private seating of the plane, Antonio and I couldn’t help the happiness on stuck on our faces.

“C’mon, baby,” I said the word for the second time on this day. With his hand in mine, we walked off the plane and shook hands with the pilot before getting into next limo waiting for us.

We got to the lavish hotel Antonio’s investors had for us within in ten minutes. A six thousand bottle of wine was waiting for us in the foyer of the penthouse suite of the hotel. I walked up to the large window that allowed me to see the view of the whole city as the sun was disappearing behind the skyscrapers.

“The view is amazing isn’t it,” Antonio wrapped his arms around me.

“It is. Thank you for inviting me,” I said gratefully.

“I wanted to do this for you. To show you a new city and give you this opportunity,” He spoke sincerely as he took my hand and led me into the bedroom. Like on the yacht, another rack of clothing was set out for me, along with one for Antonio as he didn’t bring clothes either.

“Tonight’s dinner isn’t that formal. We’ll just be catching up with the Iverson’s then we can sneak out afterwards. Tomorrow morning we’ll be golfing. You can choose to join or stay, which ever you prefer. And finally there will be a dinner party. The Iverson’s throw this every year and there are a lot of top dogs there. As a warning, Jeanine and  Jeffery love to pry, as do the rest of their friends. Please don’t take anything to heart if you get offended, it’s just the way that they are,” Antonio prepared me.

“Okay,” I absorbed all the information and Antonio threw at me. I picked out a sleek little champagne colored silk dress along with some gold scrappy heels to wear to dinner.

“You look beautiful,” Antonio complimented as he tried to put on his gold plated cufflinks. I turned around to help him get them on and unbuttoned the top three buttons of hii shirt that matched my look. Antonio had on a tan colored shirt that was made of almost the same fabric of my dress, along with white chinos and a matching white suit jacket.

“You’re really the one stealing the show,” I spoke affectionately as I frazzled his hair up a bit.

“I think you may need to cover this,” Antonio pressed down on a sore part of my chest, right below my collarbone. I looked down to see one of Antonio’s not so gentle hickeys just now making an appearance.

“You’re not touching me the rest of this trip,” I scolded as I ran to the bathroom to grab some foundation and color correcting concealer.

“What about the handcuffs I brought?” Antonio cackled from the bedroom.

“I’m going to use them on you if you keep playing with me,” I called back.


“So you’re a make up artist?” Jeanine asked with judgment in her voice before taking a sip of wine.

“No, I mean yes but-“

“So what’s the answer?” she interrupted me rudely. Antonio place a hand on my knee under the table as to comfort me. Throughout the dinner, the Iverson’s barely acknowledged me and focused the conversation on old memories that I was never a part of. They made me feel extremely uncomfortable.

“I’ve had my cosmetology license since highschool-”

“And when was that? Last year?” Jeffery made his joke next.

“I’m graduating from the University of Miami this spring with a double major in marketing and finance. My plan is to use the education I gained in order to start my own make up brand and then expand into other skin and hair care. Right now, I have my small but successful business for two years now. My best asset is social media. I have 400,000 instagram followers, 48,000 twitter followers, and 150,000 youtube subscribers. My personality goes hand and hand with my brand. Because of my quality products, affordable prices, and way of advertising, it takes an average of two days for my new stock to sell out,” I sold myself as best as I could.

“That’s nice for such a small project. But let me ask you….what make your brand any different than the hundreds of other already established and successful makeup companies?” Jeanine asked condescendingly.

“Don’t pester the girl,” Jeffery lightly scolded his wife who was more than annoyed with his words. Just as I was about to explain my agenda, I jumped when I felt a hand that could only be Jeffery’s was on my thigh that Antonio wasn’t already touching.

“The difference it that Aaliyah’s brand is meant to focus on the makeup needs of black women and then expand into the needs of other women of color,” Antonio explained for me as I pushed Jeffery’s disgusting hand away from me.

“Doesn’t that sound a bit, I don’t know, racist?” the white woman scoffed.

“No, it’s not racist. In most makeup brands their shade range is horrible. And when they do create shades dark enough for black women, there is usually only four variation shades and the undertones make us look washed out,” I explained the need for a black focused brand.

“That’s not true,” Jeanine laughed, shocking me.

“It is true. I know this first hand how difficult it is to buy make up as a black women. Finding a matching foundation is hard enough and then trying to find something even darker than that to contour with is even harder. The truth of the matter it that, black women are neglected when it comes to beauty products and my goal is to fill that void in the market,” I tried to explain my side as respectfully as possible.

“I guess I just don’t agree,” the woman continued to be ignorant.

“I guess you just don’t get it,” I said in my most nice nasty voice.

“Well, I’m sure you will find success in you company,” Jeffery wrapped up this portion of the conversation as the waiter brought out desserts. Agitated that this white woman attempted to tell me how it is for black women, I stayed mute the rest of the evening.

“See you in the morning for me to whoop your pompous ass in golf,” Jeffery spoke animatedly while shaking Antonio’s hand. We were now outside waiting for the valet to come around with both of our vehicles. “Will you be joining us, Aaliyah?” He directed the question at me.

“Growing up, my parents sent me to golf camp for two weeks every summer. Not only will I be in attendance, my goal is to dominate,” I spoke confidently. If there was one thing I knew how to do was to kick some ass at golf.

“I look forward to your attempt,” Jeffery took my hand into mine and gave it a kiss. I tried my best to keep a smile on my face as his crusty lips touched me.

“The car is here,” Jeanine snapped as a white Rolls Royce pulled up in front of the restaurant. Antonio and Jeffery said a second round of goodbyes before we got into the limo that had been waiting for us.

“I didn’t know you played golf,” Antonio hummed with my hand in mine.

“And I didn’t know your friends were such racist pigs,” I mumbled.


“It’s okay. Even though I obviously won’t get anywhere with Jeanine, at least I got a vacation out of it,” I pulled my phone out and started replying to all the messages I missed during that excruciatingly long dinner. Antonio didn’t say anything to me but instead rolled down the partition and called out an address that wasn’t our hotel to the driver.

“Where are we going?” I finally asked.

“You can’t be on vacation without seeing where the locals go,” Antonio opened the door once we came to a stop. When I stepped out the car, I was surprised to be at an outdoor hole in the wall bar. Colorful lights lit up the trees and between the two buildings was a dance floor set up. Tons of people were dancing to the Spanish music that surged through the speakers that lined the bars.

“Sabes salsa?” Antonio asked after paying the entry fee for us and pulling me towards the dance floor.

“You’re going to have to teach me,” I hummed.

“Te puedo enseñar muchas cosas,” Antonio took his coat off and tossed it onto one of the hammocks that lined the floor.

Antonio and I danced.

We danced for hours, only stopping to get drinks. When my feet were finally tired enough, I took a seat at the hammock we claimed. Antonio continued dancing until a woman who must have been at least sixty walked up to him. I heard Antonio’s laugh over the music and then him and the woman were walking over towards me.

“Hello, young lady. I saw your boyfriend who is just too cute and I was hoping you’d allow me to have a dance with him. He wouldn’t agree unless you approved. Can I dance with your boyfriend?” The woman asked, making me laugh as well.

“Oh, well I’m not his girlf-”

“It’s just one dance, baby,” Justin interrupted me before I could finish my sentence.

“Go right ahead,” I gave my approval causing the woman to wink at Antonio. Antonio gave me a bright smile before taking the woman to the center of the dance floor. I laughed as the dj just so happened to start playing Gasolina. The woman bend over and tried to dance like a 16 year old girl, causing everyone to cheer for them. Antonio tried to keep up but the old woman had moves.

“Alright alright! Keep everything PG over there, gringo,” A man on stage with a microphone pointed to Antonio causing everyone to laugh as the song came to a close. “Alright were going to stop the music and start up karaoke! If you like to perform put your name on a list over there and get the chance to sing your heart out,” The man pointed to the woman with a sign up list beside the makeshift stage.

“You want to go up there?” Antonio asked as soon as he parted ways with the old woman and joined me again.

“I’m not about to go up there an make a fool of myself,” I nodded towards the woman on thee stage that was butchering That’s What I Like.

“I’m going to go sign up,” Antonio announced. I’ve hear him hum a little bit and he did sound good from what I heard. The other day he mentioned that he used to be in a band but I thought he was joking.

“You can sing?” I questioned him.

“I can sing,” He confirmed then gave me a kiss and put his name on the list. We cheered on the various drunk people who tried their best to karaoke songs while the band played the instruments and background vocals for them.

“Alright next up we have Antonio,” The dj called him onto the stage four performances later. “Oh it’s the gringo! Where’s your girlfriend?” The dj referred to the old woman and who started cheering. The dj shook Justin’s hand and handed over the mic.

“Hi, I’m Antonio and I’m visiting from Spain. When I was a young, I wanted to be a singer. As a teenager, I started singing and performing. I wrote a song that became pretty popular in Barcelona back in 2008… I don’t know if anyone remembers the song Despacito,” at the title of the song, the whole bar started cheering. “Well, I’m going to be singing it for you all tonight for the first time in years. This is dedicated to that beautiful woman sitting in the blue hammock over there. My bombón makes me feel happier than I’ve felt in a long time,” Antonio pointed me out and some more cheers broke out. Antonio flashed a smile then nodded for the band to start playing.

“Come on over in my direction. So thankful for that, it’s such a blessin’, yeah. Turn every situation into Heaven, yeah. Oh, you are…” Antonio started the verse and his voice was a smooth as honey as he looked me in the eyes before closing them, really feeling the music. I had no idea he was this talented

“Despacito. Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito. Deja que te diga cosas al oído. Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo. Despacito. Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito. Firmo en las paredes de tu laberinto y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito,” the crowd sang with him making him smile as hard as I’ve even seen him do.

When Antonio opened his eyes, he looked at me and motioned for me to come on the stage with him. I shook my head no but everyone started cheering for me to comply. Feeling embarrassed, I walked up and took Antonio’s hand regardless. He help me unto the stage and turned his full attention to me.

“Pasito a pasito, suave suavecito. Nos vamos pegando, poquito a poquito. Cuando tú me besas con esa destreza. Veo que eres malicia con delicadeza,” Antonio sang as he swirled me around on the little stage. I happily danced to the music as Antonio serenaded me to his own song. All too soon the song was over and it was time for the next person to perform.

“Alright! That was the prince of Spain, Antonio Alejandro IV. Nice to have you here,” they dj took the mic. “Let’s have one more round of applause for Antonio and for his beautiful girl…”

“Aaliyah,” I spoke into the mic. The crowd cheered one last time before we got off the stage for the next performance.

“That was amazing, Antonio. You told me you could sing but not like that,” I gave him a kiss.

“Excuse me, can I get a picture?” A woman walked up to us. Antonio nodded and I took the woman’s phone to snap the picture of the two of them. She thanked the both of us and soon enough three more people came over to get a picture with Antonio who happily obliged.

“Let me get another drink for the superstar,” I hummed once all the pictures were taken. Just as I was turning to go to the bar, Antonio grabbed my wrist and pulled me into him.

“Novia,” He spoke with his hand in mine and his arm around my waist.


“You wanted a title and I want your title to be my girlfriend. ¿Serás mi novia?”

“Yes,” I nodded half a second later without a second thought.


“Nice to see you again!” Antonio spoke as he gave a woman a hug and then shook hands with who I assumed to be her husband. “Mr. and Mrs. Charles, I would like to introduce you to my girlfriend, Aaliyah.”

“So nice to meet you,” I shook both of their hands with a smile on my face.

“Aren’t you just gorgeous! I love the way you two are matching,” Mrs. Charles complimented the white and navy blue pattern on my ball gown and Antonio’s suit jacket.

“Thank you! Antonio picked it out for us. He really has an eye for good taste,” I made conversation with the woman until Antonio s swept me off to meet someone else. This dinner party the Iverson’s threw was almost as exhausting as the Iverson’s themselves. It was difficult for me to keep up with all the people Antonio was introducing me to and which ones could help shape my future.

“She runs her own makeup line catering black women,” Antonio told the only other black woman I saw at the party who wasn’t a part of the waitstaff. Shawna and I really hit it off as we complained about all the white foolishness occurring at this party and the lack of opportunities in the black community.

“That is so importantant. I know it seems like a feminine and fragile goal but that is a great marketing point. Focusing on melanin gives access to beauty in a way that black women haven’t especially been given. We need to stick together in order to do well for own community and become successful as black women. You let me know if there’s any help you need with anything, alright. I find your company interest and predict that it will reap success,” Shawna handed me her business card.

“Thank you so much Ms. Jackson,” I took the card and shook her hand.  She nodded before turning to engage with another conversation. Spending so much time talking with Shawna, Antonio had left my side, trying to cautch up with everyone who he rarely gets a chance to see. Trying to work my way to the ladies room, I was distracted on my mission by Jeffery who was calling me over to the group of men he was speaking to.

“This is the woman I’ve been speaking so highly of. This is Aaliyah who absolutely demolished me at golf this morning. Her form is just beautiful when she swings the balls,” Jeffery slid in a dirty joke making all of his little friends laugh.

“Thank you, sir,” I tried to keep it as cordial as possible.

“So you’re Antonio’s girlfriend?” The oldest man in the group asked, looking at me like a piece of meat.

“Yes, I am,” I agreed proudly.

“Such a shame. I would love to get to know the form that Jeff talks so highly of,” He laughed

“Jeffery, are stealing her away again?” Antonio suddenly came to my rescue.

“I can’t help how beautiful she is,” Jeffery held up a toast and all the men joined in on.

“I can assure you that she is more than just beautiful,” Antonio tried to stop the blatant objectification of me.

“Excuse me gentlemen,” I spoke once I wasn’t the center of  the conversation.

Justin nodded in acknowledgement and gave my cheek a kiss before I walked away and another conversation was started. I exited the large banquet room of the venue, trying to find a bathroom. Soon enough found a ladies room and rushed into one of the stalls. I carefully maneuvered out of my ballgown trying to relieve myself. Just as I was getting back into my dress, the door to the ladies room swung open.

“Gerald wife looks absolutely terrible tonight,” I heard Jeanine’s voice. I rolled my eyes as I re adjusted myself.

“She always looks like a wreck with that nasty cocaine addiction she’s battling. The real talk of tonight and that girl Antonio brought,” Another woman brought me up, making me freeze in the stall.

“I know! That one he brought this year is definitely the worst he’s affiliated himself with,” Jeanine laughed, making my blood boil.

“She comes in here like we owe her something. The bitch probably won’t make it another month if were honest.”

“Poor thing, doesn’t even know that this is what Antonio does every year. He finds a new girl with a dream and tells her that someone in the room can help her. It’s a joke. A source of entertainment,” Jeanine spilled the information I didn’t know that I needed to know.

“Let’s do the count off. There was that Yovanna girl that wanted to be a dancer. Ashley who wanted to model. Madison who wanted to sing, that one couldn’t even hold a note. Sophia, the ugly one. And Chantal who wanted to be a doctor. The only experience that she had with doctors was the cheap the plastic surgery she payed for. And now that black girl,” the other woman listed off all the women they have met.

“At first, I was so surprise he would stoop so low but we all know Antonio. He loves a sob story. He probably took her black ass out the ghetto. She could be a crack baby for all we know,” Jeanine made her jokes. Stopping myself from coming out the stall that moment and dropping her ass, I kept listening.

“Can we talk about her dress. In white like she isn’t Antonio 2017 whore. And those red lips.”

“Doesn’t she know red lips don’t look good on blacks,” Jeanine’s hate spewed from her mouth.

“She could never pull it off the way Selena was able to. She the only one that I liked,” My ears perked at the name of a women I have not yet heard of.

“They were a beautiful couple. He’ll never look that good again. Hopefully he isn’t only going to bring around black girls from now on. We already get enough Coming to America and Soul Train with Shawna,” At the mention of my new friends name, I opened the stall door, making my presence known. She looked at me through the reflection in the mirror and her eyes bulged instantly.

“Is that so? You think there’s too many chocolate chips in your cookies. You want more cream than coffee? Well you got the right bitch to put you in the wrong motherfucking place,” I started, king the two women back away from me with fear in their eyes.

“You think your shit don’t stink because your white ass got yourself a husband who can pay for you lip injections and fake titties? You’re trying to dictate what lipstick I should be wearing but you put plastic in your lips so that yours can resemble mine. It’s okay girl, I know why you’re talking your shit. It’s because obviously Antonio and your husband both know the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice. Do you know who is the main one wants the chance to get a taste of me? You’re grimy ass husband who had been trying this whole time to feel up some real curves.

“I will never apologize for my blackness. Despite the stereotypes that you assume about me, I am not a crack baby from the hood. My family lives in the suburbs and can afford to sent me to golf camp and college without taking out loans. I may not have the same amount of money and opportunities but, I know my black ass is better than you in every way shape and form.

“Also, you can try to sit here and compare me to all the other girls Antonio has been with but, that’s the gag. They aren’t here yet my black ass is. So before you try to speak on me and the relationship I share with the Antonio, your best bet is to be worried about the women your husband has been cheating on you with.

“But anyway, thank you for this lovely evening. It was nice to get to know exactly what type of honkey trash you are. But I must say that the food was a bland as your personality. Also your friend here didn’t let you know that your implant is completely lop sided right now. Oh and one more thing, remember that the next time you talk shit, you will get hit. Have a good night, Jeanine,” I walked out of the bathroom with my head held high.

Instead of going back to the dinner, I walked outside and went through the parking lot until I found the limo we arrived in. “Miss, you’re back earlier than I expected,” the driver spoke once I knocked on the window.

“I don’t feel too well but, I didn’t want to hold Antonio back. Can you take my back to the hotel please?” I faked a fever. The driver nodded and took me back to where I wanted to be: alone.

When I got back to the room, I immediately popped open the bottle of wine that was waiting for me. Drinking straight from the bottle, I pulled off the dress I allowed Antonio to buy for me. I am a stupid, stupid girl. Once I got into some sweatpants,my phone was ringing so much to the point that I turned it off. I did not want to speak to Antonio. I was a stupid, stupid girl for falling for his bullshit.

It took 26 minutes after I turned my phone off for the hotel door to swing open. By this time, most of the bottle was gone and I was trying to book a flight back to Miami.

“Aaliyah!?” Antonio screamed my name as he made his way into the bedroom.

“Get the fuck out, “ I spat back back.

“What did you say to Mrs. Iverson? Aaliyah what did you say?” Antonio didn’t even ask about how I was.

“I said everything that needed to be said Justin. That woman is a racist hag and was disrespecting my name and relationship with you,” I explained.

“So you tell her she’s trash and that her husband is cheating on her?” Antonio was more than angry as he questioned me.

“That’s exactly what I did. I was defending myself.”

“From a harmless woman?” Antonio scoffed.

“You don’t get it Antonio,” I pushed past him and walked back into the living room to get the rest of the wine that I forgot.

“You’re right because I don’t get it,” Antonio followed after me and snatched the bottle away from my mouth. Just as we were standing each other off. Antonio’s phone started blaring.

“Don’t pick up that call,” I told him making him roll his eyes as he answered the phone. Immediately he was engaged with an argument in spanish. It was so intense that Antonio’s face was turning red as he screamed into the phone. The call last for two minutes before Antonio was hung up on.

“That was my father,” Antonio notified me in a voice so much softer than his previous tone that I was shocked. “Jeanine is talking about taking all their investments out of the company. She has no real say but I need to go. I need take jeffery out and do damage control.”

“She called me a crack baby, said that you took me out the ghetto and that I’m the worst thing thats ever happen to you,” I calmed down to Antonio’s level.

“That’s obviously all lies,” he sighed and took a seat beside me on the couch.

“Was she lying about all the other women who you have brought to the gala before,” the hurt was evident in my voice.

“Aaliyah,” He reached for me but I moved before he could touch me.

“I really don’t want to here it, Antonio. You got me out here like boo boo the fool being your 2017 trophy for your investors,” I spat.

“You and I both know it’s not like that,” Antonio said carefully.

“It isn’t? Did you not bring me out here to ‘connect me to the top dogs’? You did the same for Yovanna, Ashely and all the others. What makes me different than them?”

“You’re my girlfriend,” Spoke like that cleared up the whole situation.

“Of one day, Antonio. Probably not even a full 24 hours yet. Fuck out of here with that,” I took the bottle back and chugged the rest of it.

“They were all mistresses and you’re my girlfriend.”

“What’s the fucking difference?“ I laughed.

“We’re not about to do this right now,” Antonio got up and started moving towards the door.

“Then when the fuck are we doing it?” I got loud again making his stop in his tracks.

“I’m about to take Jeffery to a strip club, mend the investment, then order him a prostitute. You, you are going to stay here and sober up. I’ll be back in an hour and then we’ll talk,” Antonio’s voice was cold and the door slammed shut behind him. Cursing Antonio’s name after him I pushed over a chair on the way to the bedroom where I waited.


“Are you awake, bombón?” Antonio quietly opened the door to the bedroom in case I fell asleep within the hour he was gone.

“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me anything if you’re just going to sit here and lie to me,” I rolled over in the bed, turning away from him. I heard him sigh and then a moment later the bed was dipping beside me.

“I have never lied to you,” He had the audacity to say, making me turn to look at him.

“You lied when you said I was special, that I was different. You’re just lying through your teeth just so you can have another pretty girl on your arm. Well you know what, Antonio? That’s not me. I’m not going to let anyone disrespect me and if you can’t respect that, then this can be the last night we see each other,” I broke down the terms of our relationship as clear as possible.

“You know that’s not what I want,” His eyes pooled into mine

“No I don’t know what you want,” I sat up. “You said I’m different but then treat me the same way you did all the women before. You say you like the way I handle my business and then you yell at me when I defend myself. Your words don’t match up with your actions. So, no. Since you don’t have the same energy when it comes down to it, I don’t now what you want,” I summarized my issues with Antonio.

“I want you,” He said the same thing he’s been saying since the night he met me.

“You say you do yet, you can’t tell me why? That’s enough bullshit,” I expected Antonio to leave this situation and me alone.

“There’s not words created to tell you why. When I first met you, you were all I thought about from that point on. And when you made me wait for you, I didn’t know what to do with myself. When you let me take you out on our first date, I was nervous. I’ve never been nervous with any woman. And after our first day we spent everyday together. You’re the reason I became so good at my job. You inspired me to be as effective and productive as possible so that when it was time for me to see you, work was never interrupting our time. I just want it to be us. I always want to be with you and I don’t know what to do and how to describe it.

“But I need you to know that I’m sorry about tonight, about everything. I shouldn’t have yelled at you, I should have defended you the first time the Iverson’s tried to undermine your success. I believe in your dream and I knew you believed in yourself when you declined my investment. Every other girl I have dealt with not only took my money for their dream but, tried to sell themselves. When the investors tonight, didn’t accept your dream you didn’t switch up or sell out. You defended your own because you know your worth and I apologize for putting you in a situation where your worth was questioned. I don’t ever want you to be hurt and if I can control it, it wont happen again,” Antonio spoke sincerely but didn’t tell me all that I needed to know.

“All the other women,” I reminded him to address.

“They didn’t and don’t matter. They were only mistresses,” Antonio tried to make the same point from earlier.

“And I’m a girlfriend? What does that even mean?” I was tired of playing the guessing game with him.

“It means that they were only entertainment and I let them know that from the start. I saw no future in them and they did not truly want me. You can never grow with a mistress. But a girlfriend? With a girlfriend the possibilities are endless,” I felt Antonio staring me down, looking for a reaction I wouldn’t give his words. “I want this to work because I like you and I always want to be with you and make you happy. I know it’s too soon to say anything but I know you’re the type of woman I can see a future with. I don’t want to lose you because you think I place you at the same level as the others. You are not.”

“I want to trust you, Antonio. But we jumped in so fast that I feel like don’t really know you. I can’t sit around here and call myself your girlfriend when I don’t even know about the past ones. Your history is spotty and I don’t know-“

“My first girlfriend’s name was Caitlyn. I grew up with her older brother. It lasted 6 days when I was twelve,” Antonio dived into his history.

“Antonio-” I tried to stop him. I really didn’t want to know the truth of his past relationships. The thought of him with anyone except me made me sick.

“Then when i was 16 I lost my virginity to a girl named Jazmin,” Antonio ignored me and continued disclosing the information I asked for. “We were together until we graduated secondary school. She was going to college and I was trying to learn the family business. She broke my heart. Or at least I thought she did back then.

“I went to Miami the first time when I was eighteen with my father. He had an intern named Jayde. We became involved within a week. She was twenty six when I was eighteen. I was looking for fun. I was young and she wanted too much from me so it ended.

“Then I went through a bad phase. I fucked any girl that I wanted for almost a year but then it started to get me into trouble. ‘Conflicts of interest’ is what my father called it. so he set me up with a girl named Selena. She came from a rich family in Spain and I loved her. We were together for four years. She turned out to be a gold digging liar and she turned me cold.
“From then on there was Chantal, Ashley, Yovanna, and Kendall. I exclusively fucked them, showed them off and introduced them to things they have and will never experience again. None of them were notable and it all ended the same way; with me having less money in the bank. One of the mistresses I had was named Sophia, Lionel Richie’s daughter if you believe it. I don’t know what was going through my head during the duration of that fling but it didn’t matter. Of course they’re were some one night stands between all of them but I was never out of control.

“And the last woman I had been with was Valentina. She was the woman that I planned to bring to Miami with me but then I met you. The day after I met you I told her that I was with her. I met you and I knew you were who and what I wanted. There’s is only you. No one else matters, there’s only you,” He told me everything I needed to know.

“Jaden is the first boy who broke my heart,” I spoke a moment later.

“What happened?” Antonio asked quietly.

“We were dating for a year before I gave him my virginity. The next day he broke up with me and told his friends how I liked it in bed. I was humiliated but, I decided to own it. I’d fuck men just because I could or because I wanted to. I fucked and only caught feelings once or twice. Nothing ever came from it. No man I have met has ever been who I wanted them to be. They never deserved for me to open up to them so I never did. And I’ve never actually have wanted a title except for with you. And here I am, laying in a bed with you, my boyfriend, in a different city after only knowing you for a month. It’s crazy because within this week you know me as much as my closest friends do,” I opened up for the first time.

“It feels like its been longer than a month,” Antonio’s hand held mine. I didn’t pull away.

“It does,” I squeezed his hand gently.

“I want there to be more months.”

“It’s only right that there’s more to come.”

“I’ve always hated the Iverson’s. I’m glad you old that bitch off,” Antonio laughed for the first time since we’ve been at the hotel.

“She is horrible,” I agreed with him.

“I bet it would have been hot to see you that angry,” the smirk could be heard in his voice.

“Make me mad again and you’ll find out,” I hummed.

“Is it time for make up sex?” Antonio positioned himself on top of me.

“What time is it?” I asked like I was really pondering the answer.

“1:26 am,” He answered after pulling out his phone.

“Yeah, it’s time,” I pulled Antonio’s lips to mine.

part 4

Either/Or: Rosie

Prompt! Can we see Supercorp but one where Kara rescues a baby and brings them home and Lena doesn’t wanna get her hopes up about adoption because she doesn’t want Kara to have to outlive her AND a child (Pref a fluffy ending but up to you?)

“Kara, honey, are you home yet?” Lena called out as she kicked off her heels and balanced the bags of take out in her arms.

The quiet of the penthouse greeted her as she hurried toward the kitchen. As she turned on the lights, the city outside disappeared from the large windows. Their home became its own universe, with just the faintest bit of galaxy outside.

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I once asked Mr Lipwig why the train did not continue back to Ankh-Morpork via the coast.  Part of the reason was the difficulty of laying more track through the Netherglades.  But the other reason is more curious.  Apparently a rival company decided to run a railway along the Circle Sea coast and build a modern holiday resort there.  They made good progress for the first hundred or so miles.  But then the trouble started and it was reported that workmen on the dawn shift found several pretty girls in filmy clothing tied down to the track who, as the mists lifted, seemed to melt away.  There were rumours that these were girls from the Pink Pussycat Club, in the pay of the AM&SPHR.  Mr Lipwig said he could not possibly comment and that everyone knew the old legends about a place called Holy Wood where a great city disappeared into the sand overnight.
—  Georgina Bradshaw (as told to Terry Pratchett), “Mrs Bradshaw’s Handbook”
(Holy Wood continuing to do its creepy thing…)
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them sentence starters
  • “I’m the only one like me.”
  • “My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice." 
  • "Will we die, just a little?" 
  • “ Was that everything that came out of the case? “
  • “ do you know anything about the wizarding community in America? “
  • “ You got a plan, right guys? “
  • “ They need our help. “
  • “ I think your egg is hatching. “
  • “ Something is stalking our city, reaping destruction and then disappearing without a trace! “
  • “ No human can do what this thing is capable of. “
  • “ I’m not flirting. “
  • “ Time is running out “
  • “ And try very hard not to be predictable. “
  • “ You brought men home. “
  • “ Come and give me a smile. “
  • “ I wouldn’t have done it without you. “
  • “ You’re not going to obliviate me? “
  • “ You’re one of us now. “
  • “ Did you say school? Is there a school? A wizardry school here?”
  • “I think you’ll find the best wizarding school in the world is Hogwarts”
  • “ I’m sure people like you, too. “
  • “ No, not really. I’m annoying. “
  • “ But why would I have to wear something like this? “
  • “ They’re a taker, you need a giver. “
  • “Please, you don’t understand.”
  • “Nothings in there’s dangerous.”
  • “You know i never would have let them take you.
  • “(name) look, Coco.”
  • “ Tell me — has anyone ever believed you when you told them not to worry? “
  • “ People are easiest to read when they’re hurting.”
  • “ Are you alone? “
  • “I do know a few things, actually. “
  • “Help me!”
  • “Er, you’ve got something on your…”
  • ❝do you think i’m a freak?❞
  • “you prefer pie or strudel? “
  • “Look at the markings.”

Falling into Blue

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Word Count: 7025


“Why do you even care?!”

Gon shrugged. “I’m just curious.”

And intrigued, he added silently. Killua was a mystery, one Gon was very interested in solving by the end of this short, one-hour flight.

Killua made a low tch-ing sound before turning away from Gon completely to look out the window again. The city had disappeared during the course of their conversation, giving way to rolling hills and ribbons of train tracks that snaked over grassy planes hundreds of feet below their blimp.

“I was just wondering how long it would take to fall to the ground from here,” Killua said and Gon’s eyebrows jumped up.

That…was not what he’d been expecting. At all.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KILLUA!!!!! You’re lucky I love you so much that I’d write an entire full length fic just to celebrate your birth <3 <3 <3 

Shoutout to the amazing softkillua for being the best beta ever, enjoy your weekend off Kaz! :D

This is…….a steampunk au? Kinda?  I’m not really sure what it is, to be honest.  I’ll let you make your own conclusions about this universe ^^ Please enjoy~

This was Gon’s first time on a passenger blimp, but he was pretty sure first-class members of society weren’t supposed to be on the third-class level.

“Excuse me,” he said, slowly approaching the finely dressed teen staring out the window. “But, uh. Are you lost?”

The teen snorted. He didn’t spare a glance at Gon when he answered, “No. Are you?”

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Prank War.

Request from anon: Could you please write a tonyxteen daughter!reader where she usually pranks everyone and the team wants to get revenge. thank you so much and sorry if my english is not good enough, i´m from Spain hehehe

Tony Stark x Teen Daughter!Reader

Word: 1,756

Warnings: Nothing that I can really think of other than the mention of a small injury (knock to the head)….and a grumpy Bucky haha!

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3


The angry voice boomed through the corridors on the floor where The Avengers lived and it just fuelled the amusement that you were already experiencing. You hadn’t been there to see what had happened first hand but you didn’t need to be because you had set the whole thing up and by the angry shout of your name it was clear that the prank worked wonderfully!

“I swear to god [y/n] you better show your face now!”

It was Bucky who had fallen victim this time and out of the whole team he was the only one who didn’t really seem to have a sense of humour when it came to this kind of stuff…which made him all that more entertaining to target. You backed up into a room as you covered your mouth with your hand to muffle your laugh only to hear an all too familiar clearing of a throat.

Plastering an innocent smile onto your face you quickly turned on the balls of your feet to meet your dad….the one and only Tony Stark himself.

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Prediction of Steven Bomb

Doug Out- CGs hang out. Onion goes missing. Doug has a stake out to look for him. Steven and Greg volunteer. They see some creepy gem stuff but nothing big.

The Good Lars- Sadie, Lars, and Steven go to a party. Lars is actually a good person and him and Sadie hit it off. Then we see small glimpses of the new gems and they do creepy stuff at the party. Sadie disappears and Lars is sad.

Are You My Dad- Full out panic in beach city as multiple people have disappeared. We see the new gems entirely. Multiple fight scenes. Garnet is taken by the new gems with the humans.

I Am My Mom- Steven goes to homeworld to get the humans and garnet. He fails and gets trapped in space with garnet. (Jasper or Bismuth possibly)

Stuck Together- Steven and Garnet are trapped in a jail cell. They end up fusing to get out. They get caught.

The Trial- Garnet unfuses and Steven, Ruby, and Sapphire are put on trial.

Off Colors- Holly Blue comes forward about the Crystal Gems. The ‘Off Color" Betas make an appearance and they sneak Garnet and Steven back to Earth.

Lars’ Head- Lars is injured from his journey into space? Not much to work with on this one

Relics of a mysterious Fourth City Cult have disappeared, sparking a desperate scramble to reclaim them. A scarred Khaganian competes with a one-eyed, spidery Seamstress. Choose your alliances carefully, and be ready for a confrontation in the Forgotten Quarter.

Web of the Motherlings is the first story in the Season of Ruins, and was written by Graham Robertson. This season, experience three stories involving the cities that fell before London. You can begin each from the Season of Ruins: Tormented Dreams card.

At the end of the season, players who have completed all three will take a step further, unlocking bonus content concerning the Manager of the Royal Bethlehem Hotel, and the thing that has taken roost in his oldest dreams.

Editing and QA: Olivia Wood, Chris Gardner and James Chew.

Art by Paul Arendt and Toby Cook.


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