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Comeback - Kai Parker Smut

I smiled, looking up at the afterglow that came with a setting sun in the city.  A busker’s guitar filled the air over the sound of a bustling metropolis, a wave of accomplishment washing over me as I realized I had completed my first day at my new job.

I left everything that didn’t serve me well, including Kai. There hadn’t been a good day ever since, especially since I begged Kai to compell me to forget him because it hurt too much, which he declined. It was all over now anyway and at least I had pushed it in the back of my brain.


I had a brand new wardrobe and a fun apartment overlooking a large body of water. It was all coming out great so far and I tried not to think about Kai too deeply as to backtrack and call him as I had a few nights prior in drunkenness.


I didn’t even remember what I said to him, just that I had woken up with the taste of regret and a call log with Kai’s name on it.


I was hungry as I wandered around. I hadn’t really had a chance to look around after I arrived, what with unpacking and the crippling fear that I’d screw something up at work.


There was nothing to worry about, admittedly. I bought one rose at a stand full of beautiful flowers and tucked it into the pocket of my shirt, continuing to meander the streets.


I finally decided I’d just go back to my apartment and sleep the rest of the night. I had climbed through the flights of stairs, a wonderful smell coming from somewhere, probably in my imagination.


I opened the door, gasping at the sight. All of the cardboard boxes I hadnt unpacked were gone and instead I saw candles placed along the main room. I realized that the smell was coming from my apartment when I saw Kai sitting at my coffee table, pouring wine.


“What are you doing here?” I shut the door behind me quietly, noting the soft music coming from somewhere in the room.


“Can you sit down so I can explain?” He smiled, patting the carpeted floor underneath where he sat. I hesitated, my knees almost becoming weak.


“Get out.” I clenched my jaw, my eyes blinking involuntarily quick. Kai smiled.


“Aren’t you wondering what happened to your little roommate?” Kai said, raising his eyebrows with a smug look on his face.


“What did you do to her?” I frowned, swallowing. Kai was the most capable in the world to do terrible things.


“Nothing. I promise, I didn’t hurt her.” He smiled. “Can’t you see I’m different now? You changed me.”


“Then why are you wasting my time?” I ignored the latter of his words, trying not to show the nervousness I felt as I shifted, wiping my hands on my jeans.


“I thought you wanted me here? You really confused me with that phone call, you know.” I froze, looking away.


“Whatever.” I said frigidly. “Just get out. I don’t want you here now, that’s all that matters.” I sniffled, avoiding eye contact as I opened the door for him to leave. He seemed wounded for a moment, as if his ego had deflated for half a second.


“Wait.” He said. “I love you.” He choked out.


My eyes flickered to his, a silence cast between us, the sound of a gentle song playing in the background next to the sound of the muffled city.


“A good time to tell me that was a long time ago, Kai.” I bit the inside of my lip. Why couldn’t he love me when I hadn’t already moved away and started a new job.


“But I didn’t know that I loved you then. I know now because I missed you so much, you were everywhere but you weren’t. I tried to get you out of my head but I couldn’t.” He breathed. “I love you.”


I felt dizzy. I dropped my bag and closed the door, walking to grab a water in the kitchen. “That’s really too bad, Kai. That you just thought you could walk back in because you wanted to.” I said, blood pumping quickly in my veins.


“I needed to. Just tell me how you get over this so I can leave.” He said. “How could you forget about me?”


“I didn’t, Kai. I’ve always loved you.”


As soon as I said the last four words, my back was on the kitchen table. His hands fanned out quickly above me, removing everything from the table and smashing his mouth against mine.


My fists were in his shirt, my body aching to be touched by his hot hands. He grabbed the rose in my pocket and ripped open my shirt, buttons scattering over the linoleum floor.


Broken glass blurred my vision as he pressed kisses on my neck, pulling my bra down and adorning my breasts as he ran the rose over them.


I created friction between us, wrapping my legs around him and pushing myself against his lower body. He lifted me up as my eyes closed and stumbled into the nearest bedroom, which wasn’t mine.


He threw me on the bed, grabbing my thighs and pulling me towards him. He pulled my pants from me, his face hidden in my hair as I pulled his clothes away from him, having his perfect shirtless body all to myself.


I almost fainted as his mouth traced over my chest, my skin rising in temperature as his hands pulled my underwear away.


“I love you.” He breathed, his nose tickling me as he ran his soft wet lips up to my face, pressing an open mouthed kiss on my lips. His heart accelerated under my hand. He leaned over me, his breath shortening.


“Please.” I said in a voice not my own, coated in desperation.


“Of course.” He said softly, his fingers dipping into my ticklish spot, probably not on purpose. I bit my tongue, squirming. He pulled away and undid his belt, my head spinning as he took his jeans off.


I sat up to admire him, blushing and avoiding looking at his hard penis. “You’re so beautiful.” I ran my hands behind his back, kissing his chest as he tilted his head back.


He grabbed my arm, running his hand up to grab my wrist. I swallowed as he put my hand on his cock. I looked down at it, my heart beating fast as I involuntarily wrapped my fingers around him.


“Uh… I don’t know what to do.” I licked my lips, shifting my hand. I didn’t mean to offend him but I had little to no experience with male genitalia.


He smiled as my cheeks heated up. “You don’t have to suck it, I just noticed you were a little scared.” He took my hand off and leaned over to kiss me. “Your safe with me.” He smiled, crossing our fingers together, our palms pressed against each other.

His other hand slipped in between my thighs. The faint recall of the taste of spilled wine on his skin as I tasted the pretty skin on his neck, scraping my teeth on him as if I were the vampire. He moaned quietly as I pushed my hips against his hand.

I pushed his hair back with my hand, whisking the sweaty little curls from his forehead. I looked in his eyes as he grabbed his dick, pushing inside me.


Everything was perfectly timed and soft, warm, and wet. I ran my hands to his back, clinging onto him.


“Fuck.” I said softly. “Oh,” I gasped, falling back on my pillow as his body gave into me, rocking back and forth slowly as not to hurt me. My head hit the headboard and I winced, closing my eyes as he trusted hard. “Faster.” I coaxed him.


Kai let out as shaky breath, holding onto my thighs as he drove in me, effortlessly picking up his speed as he fucked me. His eyebrows drew together above me, watching me clutch the unfamiliar bed sheets, twisting around the singularity of our connected bodies.


He growled, pressing his tongue against his clenched teeth as he wiped his brow, fucking me against the mattress like a pro, my breaths in the stifled air.


He opened his mouth and let out a plea as I squeezed around him, my back arching off the bed, my head thrashing back as he froze in place. I let out a throaty moan, relaxing as I came with one last thrust of his body against mine, his hands relaxing their death grip as he came in me.


He collapsed beside me and I rolled over on his arm. “I’d like a few more hours of that.” I said, my voice shakier than intended. He smiled. “I’m not so innocent now, am I?”


“Don’t kid yourself, babe, you’re sweeter than a mango.” He rubbed his thumb over my back. “Me and you in the shower does sound appealing though.”

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Day 1.

I walk into my first shift as a veterinarian. My. First. Ever. Shift. My first ever shift as a vet and an emergency one at that (I also questioned why I decided to make being a new grad harder for myself). I walk in wearing my brand new, freshly ironed scrubs with my stethoscope hanging around my neck, my new name tag pinned perfectly on my top depicting that “yes, I am a doctor now” (despite the fact I do not feel like one) and my Mini Vet Guide tucked securely in my left pocket. I spent a majority of the day studying (read: freaking out followed by spending 3 hours laying in my bath reflecting on why I stupidly decided to become a vet), with a feeling of absolute and utter raw fear building in the bottom of my stomach. To say I was petrified was an understatement.

“Your first consult is here”, says the vet on shift with me. I swear if there were ECG leads hooked up to me in that moment, the trace would depict a sudden surge of tachycardia (on top of my pre-existing, anxiety induced tachycardia). I stare blankly at the computer screen, the consult note says “acute onset vomiting and diarrhoea”. In that moment, everything I know about vomiting and diarrhoea vanishes. Great. All I want to do is run. 

I walk out to the waiting room. “Hello, my name is Olivia and I am one of the emergency vets, I believe your little one isn’t well”. Introducing myself for the first time as a veterinarian to a client and patient has got to be the most surreal experience. I still sometimes feel like I am still a student in first year, learning the basics of anatomy and physiology. I still cannot believe that I have made it through those 6 grueling years and am standing here today in front of my first patient. 

I get a thorough history, perform my physical examination and explain to the owners that I am going to grab a blood pressure and temperature in the treatment room. I walk out the back, my patient in my arms, and feel like I am in another world. It is up to me to decide what to do with this sweet little dog. I have to decide if I want to admit to hospital, what to treat with and what the plan is going to be. It is all on me. I finally decide on my treatment plan, and it is announced that my second consult is waiting - a dog with a fishhook in his leg. Onto the next one. 

I have been thrown into the deep end working in emergency. I feel as though I am doggy paddling my way through it. I ask a heap of silly questions, I second guess myself constantly,  I do dose calculations 4-5 times just to be sure that I am not under or over dosing a patient. I constantly run my treatment plans past someone more senior. All I want to do, is the best I can for my patients. 

I survived day 1. I am now at day 22 and am still surviving. 

Dark Princess. //Draco Malfoy x Reader

 ➣Title: Dark Princess

 ➣Prompt: Being Voldemorts daughter

 ➣Paring:  Draco Malfoy x Reader

 ➣Warning(s): Being Voldemorts daughter is bad, so wArNiNg.


“Draco Malfoy is coming,” Pansy squealed, “Act cool.” She whispered as he came closer. I rolled my eyes, as she giggled loudly, Draco looked at us. I kept my eyes on his grey ones; he smirked slightly as I looked away. “Did you see him staring at me?” she squealed again. “Yes,” I muttered. She went on and on about Draco and how he’s “in love with her” which is rubbish. He doesn’t love her, he actually hates her, but as she talked about him I just nodded and hummed.

We walked to the Great Hall, getting ready to eat dinner. I had been starred at when I walked down the halls of Hogwarts, but today was different, more people were starring, whispering, moving away from me. I saw Draco standing at the door with Crabbe, and Goyle. I walked past them nodding, “Boys,” I simply said as I looked at Draco’s eyes. I walked past them, as I was I was tripped. I fell down on my knees, before looking back. I watched as the two bigger boys laughed, and Draco walk towards me. He put out his hand, helping me up. I smiled at him; he gave me a faint smile. I started walking towards Pansy and sat down beside her.

I sat in the common room, it was pretty late and I was sitting in a chair by a window. I had been twirling my wand in-between my fingers when I heard footsteps. “Who’s there?” I asked, looking towards the staircase, “Malfoy,” a faint voice said I looked at him, I could see his dark mark, making me look at it. “Why are you up?” he asked, I looked at the window again, “Couldn’t sleep,” I muttered, he nodded before agreeing. He came and sat down in front of me, putting his head on my knee. “Why do you have the dark mark?” I asked, looking down at him again, he had put his attention on the moon, “I was chosen.” He said, I felt some tears in my eyes. ‘Chosen.’ Played over and over again. “Me too.” I whispered. “I just thought you chose to be in it.” He said sarcastically, “Haha, very funny.” I muttered rolling my eyes, “Want to hear a secret?” I asked, looking at him, he seemed interested, so I went on. “I was born to be Voldemorts daughter, he got my mum pregnant in their seventh year, and she put me up for adoption. Bloody idiots,” I muttered the last part. Draco had looked up at me, making me look away feeling tears in my eyes. “I shouldn’t really be at this school, but both my mum and dad are Slytherin and so are my adoptive parents. They’re both Death Eaters too.” I muttered.

I had fallen asleep in the chair, and Draco had fallen asleep on the floor, he had his head on my lap. I woke up to someone stomping away from us. I opened my eyes and looked at everyone. “Go,” I muttered, closing my eyes again. I started messing with Draco’s hair, trying to wake him up. I heard him mutter something under his breath, “Draco wake up.” I mumbled, “No,” he muttered, I groaned and threw my head back. “You git,” I muttered before moving his head. “I want to go to Potions and go eat,” I said throwing the blanket I had, on top of Draco. “I don’t want to get up,” I groaned, “Too bad, you can come and sleep later. I’ll be skipping some of my classes anyways.” I shrugged and he lifted his head, opening his eyes, “Fiiiine.” He whined getting up.

We finished potions and everything and went back to the common room. I had claimed to be sick, and needed help getting back to the room, surprisingly they bought.

Draco had forced me up to his room, so he could sleep. I sat on his bed as he cuddled into my side. I ended up falling asleep soon after. We woke up to the pain of the dark mark. “He needs us,” I muttered into his chest, he nodded. “We have to go,” I whined sitting up, he nodded again. I apparated us to the destination which my father was. I was standing in the door way with Draco, tons of people already there. Eyes had turned to me, making my eyes flick to the ground. I walked to my seat, which was beside Voldemorts, Draco sitting beside his parents. “Now on with the meeting.”

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Kent Parson just had to interrupt some key selfie time!!!! SO I UH HAD TO DRAW SOME SELFIES…y’know, just some selfies with your bro

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Scientists are predicting the wildest global weather event in 20 years

Last month, the National Weather Service’s Climate Prediction Center estimated a 65% chance of an El Niño this summer. The weather phenomenon last took place in 2010, leading to the world’s hottest year on record. But according to scientists’ predictions, this year’s occurrence could be the worst since the infamous 1997 El Niño. Because of that, people are understandably freaking out. But what does this actually mean?

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Meeting the Man-Eater {Closed RP with razor-teeth-and-black-hair}

“Is this the right carnival?”

Hugo stood in front of the small, metal gates as he peered at his map. “This must be it, surely. There isn’t a single other carnival around here.” he said, still questioning his route. Before him stood a small cluster of tents and caravans. A large metal sign on the gates read, in very poor lettering, “SOLOMOND’S CIRCUS OF FREAKS AND WONDERS!”, followed by smaller lettering that read “NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART! BREATHTAKING! HORRIFYING!” Hugo cocked his head. “I certainly hope ‘horrifying’ isn’t being used to describe the workers.” he sighed, shaking his head in shame. He took a deep breath and stepped through the gates. “Here goes nothing.”