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angelthebedsheet · 4 years

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“We’re inside.”

a miles morales x reader!!!

x male! reader

a/n: MY BABY!!! i love hims!!! he makes me so mf HAPPY dude istg! here’s this oneshot bc i cant get enough of him! quite literally have a mega little crush on him

contains boy x boy miles’ awkward ass, whole lotta gang gay shit, use of n-slur, reader’s lwk a smug lil bitch, kissing, cussin and a lil spanish? miles’ parents being mega miles x m/n fans

F L U F F

m/n means male name!

lets get into yall!

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The two boys sat in Miles’ room in a comfortable silence. That is unless you count Sunflower softly playing in the background I guess. Miles had been trying to confess how he felt towards M/N but always bitched backed out last minute. He occasionally glanced from his sketchbook to the boy sitting in his office chair. He felt his hands get sweaty as he watched M/N subconsciously chewed on his straw as he scrolled on his phone.

He admired how his locks were pulled back into a ponytail, showing his jawline. Miles’ felt his coffee coloured cheeks heat up as M/N glanced up at him from his phone. He quickly looked back at his sketchbook, pretending he was looking at it the whole time. M/N snorted. “Yo, you good, pretty boy?” He asked. “What? Psssh, yeah. I’m good. Just vibin’ y’know? Thinkin’ bout what colour I should use next.” Miles said as he waved him off, hoping his pathetic attempt at saving himself even though he felt his heart race from the nickname. He felt a sweat bead form on his forehead as M/N cocked his eyebrow. He smirked. ‘Don’t do that. Why would he do that? Why is he smirking? God, that’s hot. Fuck. I’m a disaster.’ Miles thought as he grabbed a marker. “Thinkin’ while lookin’ at my face? Cap.” M/N said as he sipped on his smoothie. “N-No it’s not! I was just in a daze while thinking okay?! I totally wasn’t staring at you. That’s gay, man.” Miles stuttered, making M/N start laughing. “Dude you‘re literally bi with a preference for dudes 70% of the time, what the fuck?” He chuckled. Miles groaned and threw a marker at him. M/N tilted his head to the side, dodging the marker. Miles huffed and looked back down at his sketchbook.

“You’re a piece of shit.” He grumbled. “But you love this piece of shit, homie.” M/N teased, earning another groan from him before relaxing his face into a soft smile. He reached over to nudge Miles’ leg. “No but like you aight, niño bonito? You know you can always talk to me. I’m here for ya. Even with your spider shit goin’ on.” M/N said. Miles felt the flutter that occurred in his stomach at the spanish substitute. “Yeah... I’m. I’m good. Just Spider-Man jitters, y’know?” Miles mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck. M/N stared at him before humming. “No I don’t know. Not everyone wears a cool ass spandex suit and swings around the damn city with webs, saving people ‘nd shit.” He commented before picking up his phone again. Miles huffed out a chuckle. M/N bit his straw with a smile as he scrolled down his phone.

‘I’m gonna do it.’ Miles thought as he collected himself. He wiped his sweaty hands off on his jeans. “Hey, M/N?” He called out. M/N hummed as he looked up at him. “I’ve been wanting to say this but.... I loooo–”He trailed off as he started to think. ‘What if he doesn’t like me? What if he has a crush on another person? I can’t afford to ruin our friendship.’ He thought. “–iiike how the sky looks right now. Isn’t so pretty?” Miles asked, done with himself. M/N deadpanned at him. “We’re inside, my nigga. Fuck you mean you like how the sky looks? The curtain’s deadass closed too.” M/N said as he made an unimpressed expression. “Oh-uhm-I. Ah, j-just forget it.” Miles groaned. M/N rolled his eyes before smiling. “Was that another poor attempt at you trying to confess to me, Morales?” He asked. Miles’ eyes widened. “You-You noticed?!” He exclaimed as he sat up.

M/N nodded with a smile. “And you never said anything?! M/N!” He whined. “Hey, you’re a big boy. I didn’t think Spidey was so scared to confess to lil’ ol’ me.” He teased. Miles glared at him. “But, I like you too, Morales.” He said softly. Miles swang his legs off his bed and shot a web at his chair. He tugged on his web, pulling M/N in the chair to him. “Say it again.” He said.

“I like you, Miles.”

“Again.”

“I like you.”

“One more time for me?”

“Oh my god. Miles Morales, I like you too!” M/N groaned. Miles smiled widely as he wrapped his arms around his neck. “Can I?” He asked as he looked down at M/N’s plump lips. “Fuckin kiss m—mmhfp!” He was cut off by Miles smashing his lips onto his. He wrapped his arms around his waist. “You. Don’t. Know. How. Long. I’ve. Waited. To. Hear. That.” Miles said between pecks. M/N chuckled as Miles continued pressing kisses onto his lips. He stood up, pushing the chair back. He leaned forward, kissing him deeper. Miles smiled into the kiss and pulled him down. They fell back on the bed, never pulling away from their liplock. It felt like the world around them sizzled away only leaving them.

Unfortunately, they didn’t hear the knock on the door and it open. “Miles, M/N, do you boys want some sn— AHA! CAUGHT THEM! MI AMOR, I TOLD YOU! YOU OWE ME 20 BUCKS!” Rio exclaimed while holding a bowl of grapes, causing Miles to push M/N off. “M-Mrs. Morales!” M/N stuttered. “Mama no!” Miles exclaimed as he shot up. The two boys’ faces heated up as they looked at Rio. “It happened?! Damnit!” Jefferson exclaimed from down the hall. “You made a bet on us?” M/N questioned with a hot face. “Dios mio...” Miles mumbled under his breath. “Sorry honey, we had to. We were tired of the whining Mil—” Miles cut her off. “OOOKAYYYY MAMA! That’s enough for now, thank you for the fruit! Okay now bye!” Miles exclaimed as he set the bowl on his desk and pushed her out.

“Have fun but not too much fun!” She called out before he slammed the door embarrassed. “Oh my god, I can’t believe they did that. My mom just caught us making out oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god we were just making out, holy shit.” Miles exclaimed. “Fuck that killed the mood didn’t it?” He said as he looked at M/N. “Yeah.” He said, making Miles’ shoulders slump. “But bold of you to assume we can’t fix that. C’mere pretty boy, I’ve been deprived of this for too long. Not even Doc Ock could stop me from kissing the shit outta you.” He said as he made a ‘come hither’ sign. Miles giggled and ran over to him. M/N pulled him down and hovered over him. “That was ho—” M/N kissed him and pulled away. “Nuff talkin’ more kissin’. Got that, Morales?” M/N said. “Got it, bebé!” He exclaimed before energetically pulling him down by his collar to connect their lips once more.

#miles morales x reader #miles morales #miles morales x male! reader #x black reader

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melancholy-joj · 5 years

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But the glow is so Devine - Freddie Mercury imagine

Requested(?): I saw that you wanted to write for queen. Well I was wondering if you could do straight up angst with Freddie? But with a little fluff too? (It can be platonic if you're not comfortable with Freddie x fem!reader, though I'd love for it to be in a relationship?) Thank you!

Warnings: angst, though fluff at the end, mentions of drugs and alcohol

Pairing: Freddie Mercury x fem!reader

Words: 1900+

The rain smacked against the sidewalk, the harsh droplets causing her to pull her coat closer to her chest, arms stuck to her sides and fingers playing idly with the lose stings in her pockets. It was a late summer’s evening, though the weather did not live up to its expectations. Her figure inched closer to the window, the reflection of herself visible in the glass, however, her gaze was turned to something different. Someone different.

Even though the surroundings were scarily dissimilar, the man who lay in front of her was ever so indistinguishable, but she had a feeling the man she had hopelessly given her heart to had been numbed. Reds, whites, clear and cheap all lined up in bottles, some scattered, some even smashed, and the bursts of white that fell in sharp powdery lines along the mahogany table - that was what hurt her the most. Shamefully, her mind flickered with reasons to turn and leave, but a sharp jolt and a few strangled coughs caused her lips to part and her eyes to glimmer sympathetically, although she was sure she wasn’t taking pity on him.

With wide eyes, she rose a fist to the streaming glass, knocking desperately, hopefully, just wanting to hear his voice and wondering if it had changed or stayed the same. And with eyes confused yet still just as beautiful, his head snapped up at the sound, lashes fluttering, his hands grasping at the couch beneath him as he scrambled to get up from his position.

The door had swung open before her, the familiar scent of expensive cologne and red wine filled her nostrils, however, stronger than any time before.

“Come in,” he breathed, “please, come in.”

She tried her absolute hardest to smile, and she did, but she wasn’t too sure what she was smiling at. In the moment Freddie seemed so joyous, so happy to see Y/n’s face, just one simple thing that meant the world to him. His queen. But she noticed the tiredness in his features, the straining in his voice, it wasn’t as if he was faking his emotions, but just seemed like he wanted to mask them slightly and a part of her was glad. Glad he had the respect to clean up his posture for her, although, another part of her wanted to know what was truly going on, what he was feeling.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you, darling,” he motioned for her to sit, a smile gracing his lips before his tongue darted out to swipe over them.

“I do wish you called, I would’ve known to tidy up the place,” a slight chuckle tumbled from the confines of his throat, but the blush that dusted his cheeks didn’t go unnoticed as he picked up a few empty bottles from the armchair, urging her to sit and make herself comfortable. He paused before cocking his head to the side.

“What made you come all this way?” He asked, pulling the footrest next to her, situating himself in front of her as he listened expectedly.

“I just haven’t heard from you in so long, and I had this terrible dream that something bad had happened,” she spoke exasperated, though her words soon trailed off once she realised the worst. Her dream, though depicting a scene that somewhat differed the reality, was completely right. Something bad did happen, however not in the arms of fate, but in the arms of Freddie, having been cradled with a bottle of expensive whisky and some miscellaneous sugar-coated pills he was wealthy enough to get his hands on much easier than most.

Freddie had noticed the obvious flutter of her eyelids, the slight part between her lips and her harsh swallows.

“I-I’ve been working,” he coughed once again, his throat so dry, though refrained himself from reaching for another bottle. “that’s all.”

“Freddie,” her lips stuttered, her pretty voice dripping with what sounded like disappointment, but even though she wasn’t too sure herself, she had a feeling it was hurt. Because she was, she was hurt and it wasn’t Freddie’s fault, it was the people he managed to surround himself with.

Toxicity and all the disadvantages that come with it.

“You’re burning the candle at both ends,” she whispered it with glistening eyes, desperately wiping her running nose with the back of her hand as she looked around the dimly-lit room.

“Yes but the glow is so divine.” She wanted to smile, his words always seemed so beautiful, even in such a melancholy way. Though, her lips twitched up before turning back down into a deep frown.

“Being human is a condition that requires a little anaesthesia.”

Y/n’s posture somewhat straightened, gaze finally dropping to his, her hands reaching for his, clammy fingers intertwining.

“I miss you,” she spoke with furrowed eyebrows, voice harsh and stern, but Freddie knew she meant it. This was her way of coping, building a bridge around her, giving herself such a tough exterior. He had grown to love it, though it wasn’t always something he had enjoyed.

“Oh, I miss you too,” he pressed, lifting a hand up to her cheek, grazing her skin with his knuckles. “I miss you so much, darling,” turning her face to the side she kissed his palm, causing his eyes to flutter shut at such a simple gesture. To him it was everything.

Freddie hadn’t had any contact with her for too long, just the feeling of her lips caused the fog that clouded his memory to dissipate, his mind clearing. And just like that, he felt just a little bit sober.

“But-but I have to finish the second album,” His eyes left her gaze, and her shoulders noticeably slumped. He was so worked out, she had a feeling the reason for his constant drug abuse was not only from his acquaintances, but from the continual nagging to create more songs. Without queen, admittedly, he wasn’t Freddie, and she knew he had already grown to know that, but by now it was hard to stop himself.

“I need you,” eyes were locked with hers as he spoke hopefully. “Stay, stay with me. Just you and me,” his hands cupped both of her cheeks, fingers softly splaying across her neck, fiddling with the little hairs at the nape with and absent mind. “You are the love of my life.”

Taking her hands in his, to his dismay, she brought them down to his sides, pushing them away. Her gaze wasn’t scolding, nor was it angry, just sad. She needed him, she wanted to be with him, but she wasn’t sure at what cost.

“Freddie, I cant,” “yes you can, of course you can,” he kneeled in front of her, hugging himself close to her body, his head nuzzled against her hip. “Stay with me, darling and I’ll be alright.”

She froze, her body tensing at the rather familiar yet so foreign feeling. The closeness of him made her head reel, though she soon relaxed in his touch, and though saddened still, her fingers ran through his hair, pulling slightly as he looked up at her with big eyes and parted lips, eyelids only fluttering closed when she placed a finger under his chin, bringing his face closer.

She wanted to kiss him, badly, but the ache in her chest didn’t want to let him slip between her fingers again. So, with shaky hands, she brought his face up to hers and rested her forehead against his.

“Come home,” she whispered, her sweet, honey suckle lips sponged a kiss against his cheek, catching the single tear that trailed down from his swarming eyes. He swallowed harshly, shaking his head no.

“Freddie, come home,” her tone was stern, much harsher than before, though she still whispered it, afraid that she would scare him off. It was as if he was a deer in the middle of a forest, he seemed so scared, though not of her, her judgement maybe, but not her overall self.

“I’ve told you, y/n,” he choked out, “I’m not coming home,” she sighed, irritated from his naive words.

“Why do you care so much?” Although she didn’t specify, Freddie knew what she was talking about; the second album. He felt as if he should be protective of his work, even though he hadn’t even started the album, he wanted it to be as good as his last. Considering many people weren’t a fan of his singular work, he tried his hardest, but deep down he knew it wasn’t him. It wasn’t queen.

“How could you say that?” By now, the two lovers were standing, the smallest space left between them as they fought so unbelievably.

“How could I?” She scoffed, exasperated. “How could I?” She repeated, it was as if she had hoped he would take those worlds back. “Freddie, look what you’re doing to yourself,” she looked at him almost pleadingly, her hands shook and her chest thumped, she needed him to understand.

“You’re killing yourself,” her lips trembled, parting before letting out a small sob. “I need you.”

“Darling, please, I-I’ll get better, I promise,”

“don’t promise me things that you know you won’t follow in the long run.”

He didn’t bother answering, because in the back of his mind, on the far left side of his brain, tucked away under his favourite songs, under the countless emotions, he knew she was right. In no way could he admit that, however.

After a long while of silence and awkward stances, she felt as if it was her turn to speak.

“I think it’s time for me to leave,” his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, not knowing what to say to it. He didn’t want her to leave, not at all.

“N-no,” he stuttered, “please,”

“Goodbye, Freddie.” She turned on her heel, moving swiftly out of the door and into the pouring rain once again. The tears had finally decided to slip, thank god the rain concealed them.

“Y/n! Darling, please don’t go,” he called after her, coughing, spluttering into the crook of his elbow, though he still ran after her, he couldn’t let her slip between his fingertips again.

Her heels echoed against the tarmac, the soft jittering of her shoulders caused his eyes to soften. He grasped at her wrist, letting it rest between his thumb and fingers, her soft skin earning unwanted memories to rush to the surface.

“Look at me, y/n.” She couldn’t, she wouldn’t. She promised herself. “Darling, look at me.” She couldn’t help it, her hazy eyes, even through the rain, gazed up at him. Her hands brought themselves to his cheeks, just wanting to feel his skin beneath her fingertips.

And by the second, the space between their faces grew shorter, lips barely touching, ghosting over one another’s. Not impatient, but eager of her love, he pushed his mouth against hers, the couple sighing, the bittersweet seconds clouded their thoughts, easing them into a bliss filled moment. It felt good, but the need for oxygen caused them to pull back.

“This is going to take a long time, Freddie.” Breathing heavily she sponged a kiss towards his cheek. “It’s going to take a lot for us to be the same, but I want to do this.”

He nodded, peppering small kisses to her nose. “You’re the love of my life,” “and you are mine.”

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leelee10898 · 6 years

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Back to you: Chapter 16 - pillow talk

All Characters belong to Pixelberry except those unique to the story. Rating: Mature, NSFW, fluff. Summary: We pick up right after Aria and Leo leave the bar and Leo brings her to the surprise location. Things heat up, and Liam gives Aria something to think about. Catch up HERE Chapter/title inspiration: Pillow talk- Zayn

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They pull up to a tall glass building and pull into the parking garage. “Where are we?” Aria questions taking her helmet off. Leo smirks “come on, I’ll show you.” He uses a key card to access a private elevator, they walk in and he pushes the P on the panel. Aria stands straightforward, trying to hold back a smile, but her nervous jitter making her legs shift back and forth gave her away. “Someone’s a little anxious.” He chuckled. The door dinged and opened up to a small entry way he pulled out his keys and opened the door.

Aria gasped at the space in front of her. The room was made up mostly of large windows with an amazing view of the city, what walls there were was covered in cream paint with blue accents. 2 large plush couches sat in the middle of the floor in front of a large flat screen T.v. A fire place in between a dining room, a large kitchen with huge stove. Large glass doors lead out to a beautiful large patio, complete with a hot tub and lounge chairs. Aria took it all in, it was the most beautiful place she had ever seen aside from the palace. There was something about it. It was light and open, the view alone was breathtaking. It felt free, the palace felt cold and stuffy.

she could see herself in a place like this. Ultimately she wanted a house with land, and children running around, but for now this was the kind of place she felt would fit who she was. “Whats that lead to?” She pointed at the spiral stair case, biting on her lower lip. “Go ahead.” He nods his head forward. Aria climbs the stair case to a large bedroom. A California king bed sat in the center of the room against one of the 3 solid walls, the bed faced a row of floor to ceiling windows. “What do you think?” Leo asked, breaking her gaze. “I think this is probably the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen. Where are we?” Aria praised. Leo grinned “This is my home, this is where I have lived the past year. ” “You live here? For a year? How did we not run into each other?” Aria wondered. “Well, I travele most of it on the motor cross circuit. When I was here, I didn’t really go out much.” He sat down on the bed.

She turned towards the window gazing out, a sly smirk spread across her lips. “You know, I always wondered if people could see someone having sex in rooms with windows like this.” She said seductively. Leo arches his eye brow. “Like if I were to take my shirt off, right now, could someone be watching me?” She cooed as she removed her shirt. Damn, there was that black lace bra she made him turn away from. Leo thought to himself “I. I say its a good chance.” Leo stuttered. She starts unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans and pulls them down. “Or if I do this.” And there was the matching thong. Leos growth pushing against his pants. His eyes fixated on her every move. She crooks her finger in a come hither motion. Leo feels like he is being pulled by a string. His lips crash on her as his hands caress her body. She pulls off his shirt and moves her hands down to his belt as she makes short work of his pants. Leo kicks them off Aria yanks down his boxers allowing his hard dick to spring up. She looks up at him, her big brown eyes locked on his piercing blues. “Or if I do this.” She runs her tongue around, down and his shaft, a drop of moisture escapes his head. Her tongue flicks the tip tasting his saltly sweet pre cum. She keeps her eyes lock on his as she takes his length in her moutb bobbing her head up and down.

He grabs her head and guides it. A low gutteral growl bubbles from his chest. “Oh fuck baby, your mouth feels amazing around my cock.” He moans. She takes him close to the edge, his legs start to shake as she releases his dick with a poping sound. Leos eyes fly open. She stands up biting her bottom lip. “Oh, you little tease. You’ve been a bad girl.” Leo pulls her close, in one swift motion his hand pops off her bra and yanks her panties down her legs. He kicks her legs apart as he drops down to the floor, his lip cup her clit as he licked and sucked lightly. “Oh, fuck.” Her leg started to come out from under her. She steadied herself on his toned shoulders. He slid two fingers into her wet sex. Pumping them in and out as his tongue continued teasing her sensitive bud. “Oh god, mmm.” She moaned as she felt her body start to shake. She was close and he knew it too. He pulled his fingers out of her throbbing sex, and pulled his mouth away. She whined at the loss of friction.

“You remember what happens to bad girls right?” Leos voice low and sexy. She bit her bottom lip and nodded her head. He looks at her his gaze hungry and primal. He flips her around pushing her breast up against the window, her body shivered against the cold glass. “You think there’s people watching? Well Lets give them a show then.” He breathes into her ear as he pushes his body against hers kissing the back of her neck. He lines his rock hard cock against her dripping wet sex before thrusting deep into her core. “Oh oh fuck, Leo, oh my god. She was close before, it didn’t take much for her to come undone. He felt her walls tighten around him as she gave into an orgasm.

He turns her around lifting her up against the glass again, he lowered her down onto his cock as he thrust into her slowly. She wraps her arms around his neck as she rotates her hips. His thrust pick up as she matches his rhythm. His length stroking her in just the right spot. The heat was reaching its boiling point, she felt her body tingle "oh, oh fuck, oh fuck Leo oh oh oh, Leo.” She screamed out in pleasure “fuck Aria, cum with me baby. Her walls tightened as her juices squirt out around him, his cock convulses as it coats her walls with ropes of his velvety cum. Her hands continue clinging to his shoulders.

Her walks her over to the bed and lays her down. Kissing her passionately stroking through her convulsions. Once her body relaxed, he pulled out of her slowly. He laid next to her, leaning over to kiss her sweetly on her lips then laying on his back. Aria turns her body to him, propping herself up on her other arm she traces circles on his chest. "Leo.? She whispers softly. "Mmm yes beautiful.” He murmered. “I love you.” He sits straight up on the bed looking into her eyes, looking for any sign of her being drunk and not knowing what she was saying, but there wasn’t. They were full of senserity. He had waited for so long to hear those words. “I heard what you said to Liam, the other night during your flight. Did you mean it?” She hung her head. Leo lifted her chin with his finger. “Every word of it love” he kissed her lips. “I love you, Aria Leigh Hale with all of my heart. I always have and I always will.” She places a soft kiss on his lips as they lay down, wrapped in each others arms they drift off to sleep.

******

It was time for brunch, Liam waited for Leo and Aria to come strolling in, it had become a normal occurrence for them to show up together. Enough that many of the other nobles had started whispering that the former crowned prince and Lady Aria were an item. Liam cringed at the rumors, although he seen it with his own two eyes. He should have never chosen Madeline, threats be damned. "That little floozey is making me look bad Liam, do something about it or I will.” Madeline demanded. “We have checked both Leo and Lady Arias rooms, they are not there.” Bertrand worried. “Sire the security cameras show they never came back to the hotel, they are not at Lady Arias apartment either.” Bastian informed. “No, they wouldn’t be. I know where they are. Bastian.” He motioned to him to follow. Liam got into the car. “Where to your Magesty.” Bastian asked.

Aria woke up and smiled at Leo sleeping next to her. It was so easy with him, she didn’t have to worry about making sure he was gone before morning. No sneaking around so no one would see them. He opened his eyes and yawned. “Good morning beautiful.” She giggled “I think you mean good afternoon. ” she leaned down and kisses him. “I’m starving, I know a good place around here to order food, ill put a call in.” She jumped up to grab her phone Still naked from the night. “Mmm come back to bed love and let me worship that sexy body again.” He reached his hands out for her. She placed the order and hung up. Crawling back into bed. Leo rolls over on top of her. Showering her with kisses. “That’s it, I am never letting you leave this bed. I want to spend every moment laying here with you.” “That sounds wonderful, except we will need to join the real world again at some point.” Aria giggles. Leo kisses her deeply,his hands stroke her sides. She wraps a leg around his waist as he lines his member up with her entrance when the doorbell rings. UGHHH the both moan in annoyance. “That must be the food.” Aria sits up. “Ughhh, really?” He groans. “Its ok, ill go.” She jumps up tossing Leos boxers on and his t-shirt. She grabs her hair tie from the night stand and throws her hair up. She hurries down the steps and opens the door. “Liam?” She freezes.

“We need to talk.” He walks past her into the living room. She closes the door and sits down on the couch. “You missed brunch today. Madeline is having a fit” Liam said with his back turned to her. Yes of course, we can not have poor Madeline upset now cant we.” she snapped “It’s best to keep appearances, especially since were so close to finding Tariq.” He turned around keeping his eyes on the ground. He put on his stoic demeanor he did that to burry his feelings. She knew it had to be eating him alive. He couldn’t look at her, it killed him. Wearing Leos clothes, little red marks on her neck and thighs, signs of the sex they had last night. “Im sorry Liam, I just needed to get away from her. Hana is gone, and I dont know why. ” Aria sighed. “I understand that Aria, but being a member of court means keeping up certain appearances. If you could please just attended the rest of these events while we are here.”

Leo comes down the stairs wearing a pair of pajama bottoms on and no shirt. Her scratch marks on his back and shoulders visible. “Everything ok here.” Leo questioned taking a seat next to Aria. Liam scoffed. “Once Tariq is found, a choice is going to have to be made. Its either going to be him or me, and I will not stop fighting until you tell me to stop.” Liam turned to leave. “I will see you back at the hotel.” He closed the door behind him.

“I should have known it wasn’t food, you need a key card or someone to buzz you up, Liam is the only other person who has a key card.” Leo stretched his legs out. Liams words ran through Arias head you’ll have to make a choice soon. What was she to do? She came for Liam she loved him. She did not expect Leo, and she was in love with him too. If Liam broke off his engagement to Madeline he would need they would need to marry and it would be expected to produce an heir. She wanted to be married and have children. She knew it was something Liam wanted, but did Leo? The delivery man buzzed pulling her from her thoughts. “Ill get it.” Leo jumped u.

He took the food to the kitchen making up plates for each of them. They sat in the living room to eat. “You’re very quiet, everything ok?” Leo questioned. “I guess what Liam said made me think and then about what Ellie said last night. ” “yeah I remember, seemed like it was something you didn’t want to talk about. ” he took a bite of his food. Aria took a deep breath. “No I didn’t, but there is something I need to tell you.”

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wwoofcsa · 4 years

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October 2018

So its been a crazy few weeks,

We got back from the burn, mikey, jake and i went camping with jordan rabin in big basin, south of san francsico.

We had a beautiful experience, with deep reflecting and processing. We took some psychedelics and i came away with reevaluating my relationship with marijauana. I had some time to come to terms with the fact that this substance was no longer serving me and that i am taking some space from this relationship. I had some time to connect with jake and jordan, and mikey was able to process on his own, as he took the day to stay sober, and work on himself in a clear headed way.

It was a beautiufl day of self and group exploration, and a very good transition period

We then dropped mikey and jake off at the airport, jordan and i got some good time to hang for a minute and then i went out to vipassana, headed down to hang out with avi in palo alto and relaxed a bit before the journey

One night after spending a lovely day with avi, i went up to jordan edelheits house. In these few weeks in san fran, i had such an incredible opportunity to connect and grow my relationship with jordan. I feel like we really had time to sink in a bit more, and i truly feel that the bond between us is one of the more beautiful and healthier bonds ive had in my life. I have so much love with her, and so we have so much depth, that i feel like i was able to swim around in the pool of love with her. It was a similar feeling to my past “in love” experiences, but i noticed, that i had very little (or no) attatchement toward her. I had nothing i wanted from her, i had no expectations, and no desire for her to be a certain way. I was just able to share love with her, it was incredible. She is such a passionate, inspiring woman, and i was blessed to share space and time with her.

On that note, jordan met a man who was been running an event for the past 10 years in san francisco, called “you are going to die”. At this event, any one in the audience, has the stage for 5 minutes. They can perform whatever is on their heart, as long as it revolves around the idea of death. In this powerful emotional experience, people share songs, poems, short stories or anything else that expresses their connection to death. Some people share about the death of an experience, or an identity; some share about the death of a car, or a loved one. Some talk about their fear of death, some dress death up to be a beautiful woman and describe a dance they once had with this woman. There are countless beautiful 5 minute incriments. The goal of this event, is to foster vulnerability and intimacy around something that we all experience. It’s to create community through sharing our fears, joys and emotions.

Jordan had attended a few of these events and really vibed with the idea, so other than approaching the guy who ran it, and proposing they work together to expand the organization, she also developed a small, more intimate spin off of the event in her home. She was living in a moishe house (a jewish co-op) where her rent was subsidzed and in return she was required to facilitate a few events a month for young jews in the area. So she decided to run an incredible event, in which i had the pleasure of attending. The event was a similar format to “you are going to die” but the topic, instead of death, was love and sexuality.

What an incredible night it was. It was a group of about 20-30 of the most beautiful people. People wrote and performed songs, shared poetry, told stories and shared themselves, in a small living room, off the panhandle in san francisco. I asked jordan if i could share part of one of the meditations i had been doing throughout this year. She seemed a little hesitant, as she didnt know what vibes i would bring and what crowd was coming that evening. As the evening started, jordan was supposed to start us off with a little poem but she was having some jitters. I, feeling very very nervous, knew that this was my opportunity to step up, and i did.

“Hey, ive got a meditation to share to help everyone connect and calm down, and to set the tone of the evening, can i share?” i asked.

She smiled lovingly, and introduced me, and that was that. I had my five minutes, and the beautiful, sexy, intimate night began. I am so happy to have been able to frame the evening with safe and loving atmosphere.

About a half hour in a girl came late, and asked jordan if we had all taken mdma because we all felt so connected hahaha

I cant even begin to express just how magical those beautiful beings were, how at home i felt, and how in tune with the universe i felt.

MY TRIP! Mikey bribes a federal official

From avi’s, maytal dropped me off at the airport and i was off.

Max and D were in java, indonesia, finishing up a vipassana and mikey and i were gonna meet them and start our travels together. Plot twistttt, after vipassana, mikey told me he was gonna be on standby for the next few days because he was getting a free flight from ika, his previous lady friend. Maya faya messaged me, telling me that i should come see her in bali for the last few days of her trip. I could meet her for a few days as she moved on to australia, and i started my journey. Because i didnt wanna chill in java alone, and a guy at my vipassana told me java didnt offer a great deal for backpackers, i decided to hang out with maya for a few days. We had a nice few afternoons together, we tripped acid on the beach, talked about life, and processed her trip. Mikey was supposed to arrive the day before she left and we were all gonna do a bit of hanging for old times sake. So mikey calls me and tells me that he cant fly in until the day that maya flys out but he may be able to land a few hours earlier so we can all chill for a minute or two.

Maya and i are a bit bummed but, at least we got our time together. So i tell maya that ill drop her off at the airport and pick mikey up at the same time. This is the plan

BUT THEN!

Mikey calls me the morning of his arrival, and tells me that he landed in the singapore airport. All seemed well until he tried to get the airline to print out his ticket. They told him he wasnt allowed to get on the flight because he has a temporary passport and he wont be allowed to enter indonesia without a special visa prior to his landing. Hes freaking out a bit (completely valid) and were trying to figure out the best plan of action. The officials told him to go to the immigration office in singapore and take out a visa, which could take one to two weeks. FUCK

My thought process was that if could just get onto the plane, and land in bali, we could figure the rest out. It would be much harder to get rid of him once he was already in the country, and either way, it wasnt illegal for him to get on the flight. so the next step, was to figure out how to get him onto the flight

our game plan was as follows:

-try to ask another flight attendant to get him a ticket (because they might not ask for his passport)

-if that didnt work, leave the airport and come back in and try and check in, as if he had been in singapore

-if that didnt work, find him a hostel, find the immigration office and get him a visa asap

Heres what happened

Mikey asked three other flight attendants, all of whom denied him of a ticket and now knew his face.

Plan A-failed

So we moved to plan B, but not before figuring out plan C as a back up, because mikey was running out of internet time in the airport. So we found him a prospective hostel and found the quickest route to the immigration office just in case.

So mikey leaves the airport, and enters again. He does some shmoozing with the ticketing agent and GETS A FUCKING TICKET.

Ok so now he has to go through security, and then get passed the flight attendants, who all denied him, and know what he looks like. He manages to slip through, (at this point he’s experiencing an immense amount of anxiety) but then ten minutes before the flight, he finds out that the gate changed. So he runs across the airport and somehow sneaks by the attendants AGAIN!

He calls me and hes on the flight, thank fucking god. So i leave to drop off maya and i wait at the airport for mikey.

I get a message from mikey while im waiting for him at the airport telling me that shit went down and that if he makes it out, he has a crazy story for me.

I wait a bit longer, nervous that mikey may not appear. But then, like an angel decending from the heavens, mikey magnificently comes out, super suspiciously and finds me. Lets get out of here NOW, he says.

As we walk out towards the parking lot, he tells me part 2

PART 2

Mikeys on the plane, and the flight attendants (who previously denied mikey) stop the plane, get on, and start looking around for someone. They walk up to mikeys row, and look at the guy next to mikey, check his ticket again, and then leave the plane. The plane is about to start moving and then it stops again, the flight attendant comes BACK ON! Goes to the row where mikey is sitting, and CHECKS THE GUY AGAIN! All without noticing mikey sitting right next to him. She says its ok, and the plane takes off, thank god.

So mikey lands in indonesia, and here’s a voice recording of what happened when mikey landed….what a shit show

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