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Locker Room Talk Pt.6

Amara: I left my sword in someone's purse.

Nora: Amara...I don't think that's how this world works.

Helena: Nora is correct on that point.

Onyx: Yeah, I have never seen anyone stick a sword in a purse.

Nora: I surely wouldn't, I personally prefer a satchel.

Helena: Same here.

Amara: I have the same preference with bags.

Onyx: I like purses!

*Beat of silence*

Onyx: You saw Amala right?

Helena: Please do not bring up Amala.

Onyx: Alright then! Better topic of conversation!

Nora: Mhm?

Onyx: So...No one is going to talk about how Nova walks around in on-brand crop tops and baggy sweat pants.

Amara: Comfort clothes? I don't see what's wrong about walking around the dorms in comfort clothes.

Onyx: Not the clothes, Amara...THE ABS!

*Nora coughs*

Nora: Glad I'm not the only one staring.

*Everyone bursts into giggle*

Amara: Okay, okay. But can we please talk about Helena and her independent walk?

Helena: Isn't gossip supposed to be when the person isn't around?

Onyx: It's not gossip...it's complements.

Nora: Agreed, the way you sway your hips when you walk is something no one in this sorority can ignore.

Helena: I don't understand...

Onyx: You are sexy as fuck! No one disagrees.

*Nora and Amara hum in agreement*

Helena: O-oh...Thank you.

The Immortal Beloved

From @creativepromptsforwriting Drabble List

“Let’s kiss and see where it takes us.”

"Pardon?"

A pair of ivory-coloured eyes flutter shut before opening once more.

"I'm positive you heard me."

"I infact did, but I'm not comprehending."

Her fingers find the collar of my shirt, pulling me down to her level only slightly. "Comprehend this."

Our lips make the most exquisite connection...Coming together in the most beautiful of ways. Breaths are exchanged between two lips. Minds unite to form one. This is what Sappho used to write about in her poems. When the two come into contact, fireworks erupt. For the first time, for the second and the third.

My Immortal Beloved.

ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.

This reminds me of Bela...it just...

Imagine Bela trying on Lady Dimitrescu's old clothes and finding out that they fit the curves of her body perfectly. She uses her hairbrush as a microphone and this song comes on. She starts dancing and singing. She pulls you up off the bed to dance with her. With the blessing of having Lady Dimitrescu as her mother, her voice is amazing.

Just...imagine.

Kiss Kiss, No

Kiss Kiss, No

“I don’t see why you take your coffee like that,” Helena says, glancing at me over the rim of her cup. “I don’t see why you drink tea,” I reply, rolling my eyes. “You and rolling your eyes, love. I’m surprised they haven’t rolled out of your head.” I roll my eyes again, taking a sip of my coffee. “Whatever.” I hiss, “Why is it so strong-” Helena shrugs, looking off. “I don’t know. It may be because you ordered a triple shot with no creamer and one sugar.” I sigh, crossing my legs, making a face.

“Do you need a cup of water? You have a rather sour look on your face.” I roll my eyes, “I would appreciate that thanks,” Helena rises from her seat, walking over to me. “Can I...” I roll my eyes, “Yes, you can. Thank you for asking.” Helena softly smiles, hooking a finger under my chin to bring me into a soft kiss. Gentle and sweet, I can taste the warmth of the tea on her lips. Before she walks away, I grab her hand. “No, do that again.” Helena chuckles quietly. “Don’t laugh at me.”

 She rolls her eyes before gently giving me another kiss. “Satisfied?” I cross my arms, nodding. She hums before booping me on the nose. “Hey, I didn’t say you could do that.” Helena pays no attention to what I say, walking up to the counter. “Did you order another tea?” I mutter when she came back. “No...I ordered a white flat coffee, with our names in it…for Joan” I facepalm, “Snowflake...it’s going to mess up no matter how hard you try.” She sighs, getting up. “I’ll change the design…” She sighs, walking back to the counter.

She comes back and sits at the table, slightly deflated. “Awww, snowflake...why the long face?~” I tease, smirking at Helena. “Nothing.” I sigh, “Liar. But, it’s whatever. I know what you’re upset about.” Helena glares at me, “Stay out of my mind.” I laugh, running a hand through my hair, “Can’t seem to do that snowflake. Seems it’s the same for you because I’m currently on your mind.” I lift an eyebrow, sifting through her thoughts. “So, you like kissing me?” She pauses. “What did I say about my mind?” I laugh, uncrossing my legs.

“Since you like kisses so much, kiss the next person who walks through that door.” Her eyes widen. “No.” I smile, “Come on~ I promise, I won’t get jealous, that’s not who I am.” She rolls her eyes, “I can tell that’s a lie..” I laugh louder, “Alright, your loss.” She glances at me, “Boundaries, Vinca.” I smile and roll my eyes, “Alright, snowflake.” Another half-hour of teasing goes by and Helena finally says what’s on her mind...even though I already know. “Did Joan stand us up?” I roll my eyes, crossing my legs.

“No...She said she had something to do and that she would be coming in late. Pay attention to the group chat more.” Helena sighs, “I don’t pay attention to my phone as much as you do, love.” I roll my eyes, “Oh, no shit.” I scoff, “Look, I’m going to go ahead and call her.” I pick up my phone searching for the contact labelled Brat. I call and Joan picks up on the third ring. “Hey! Hi Kitten.” Joan answers in hurried words. “You and that pet name, Jesus Christ.” I sigh, “Where are you?” I hear an engine rev up.

 “Sweetheart, are you just now coming?” I look at Helena who gives me a questioning glance. I mouth, she’s just pulling out and Helena sighs, drinking her tea silently. “What?...Yes...Yes, I am. I’m sorry.” I roll my eyes, sitting down. “It’s whatever. Just...hurry up before your coffee gets cold.” I mutter. “Okay, I promise. Love you, kitten.” I cross my arms, “I love you too.” In a slightly louder tone, she speaks again, “Love you, Helena.” Helena laughs softly. “Love you too.” With that, we hang up and wait. “Truth or dare?” “Vinca...where did that come from.” I groan, throwing my head back, “I’m boredddddd...Please pick dare.” Helena sighs, gazing at me, maintaining eye contact. “Dare...Only because I love you.” I teasingly talk back, “Awww, I love you too, snowflake!” She rolls her eyes mockingly. “I dare you to kiss the next person who comes through that door.” Helena physically delays. All of her movements stop. “Pardon my hearing...what?” I laugh, “You heard me, snowflake.” A hard look takes over her face. “No.” I sigh, “Then you have to drink the rest of my coffee. Without adding anything to it.”

“I rather drink the coffee-” We’re interrupted by the jingle of the bell above the door. I lift an eyebrow before my eyes enlarge. “I’m going to do my dare, sit tight,” Helena says, getting up and running her hands down the fabric of her skirt. “You got lucky,” I answer, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms. Joan smiles as Helena walks up to her. She’s not even the chance to talk before Helena pulled her in a passionate kiss. I could see the shock in Joan’s eyes. I scoff to cover a laugh and wait for them to finish making out.

I sit back in my seat. I scroll through my phone before it is plucked from between my fingers. “What the fu-” Warm lips find mine, a familiar taste. I tilt my head, “You invaded my personal space, but yes sweetheart?” I lick my lips, looking at her. “I’m here. Sorry for sleeping in.” I murmur, “You had a long night.” She smiles, “Also, you look amazing.” I laugh, “I know.” Helena laughs. The rest of the day is chill, with more teasing and a bit of truth or dare. Helena still won’t do that dare again, I respect that, I wouldn’t want to kiss someone who isn’t my lover.

-Vinca

Sofia: I apologize! My english isn't that well. Not my first language.

Juliette: hte fuckign

I found this and had to just give it a round of applause.

Reblog to make a trans girls tits grow.

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