#6’6 and I’ll take your bitch

[biiigfelllaaa97]

On the work flow ya feel me shiiid smile is immaculate and the beard is amazing love yah💚

[k3rm1e]

hi love,

what about a short reader, like really short (i’m 5’0 lol) meeting ranboo irl for the first time. they get kinda intimidated by the height difference and their love language is physical touch so once they do feel better standing near ranboo it’s like the exact opposite, so now they’re all over him as if he was monkey bars.

also if you do end up using this could you tag me? i really wanna read it as soon as it comes out♥️

playground

hi love,

what about a short reader, like really short (i’m 5’0 lol) meeting ranboo irl for the first time. they get kinda intimidated by the height difference and their love language is physical touch so once they do feel better standing near ranboo it’s like the exact opposite, so now they’re all over him as if he was monkey bars.

also if you do end up using this could you tag me? i really wanna read it as soon as it comes out♥️

hi!! sorry this has taken a while, i am shit at scheduling (like really bad lmao) but i hope you like it anyways!!

cw: cursing 

playground:

  sitting in the airport, you waited for ranboo and his parent’s to pick you up. the california heat was absolutely miserable, burning you up. everyone in the airport seemed miserable, covered in the slick of sticky sweat. leaning your head over the back of your chair, you stared at the fluorescent lights.

  seeing someone shouting your name you picked your head up, only to flop it back down. how fucking tall was that kid…? would he crush you? stomp on you like a large goblin man? take you with his long arms and kidnap you, like slenderman? seriously, what the fuck were his parents feeding that kid????

  after a few more seconds of indulging your strange thoughts of the possible cryptids ranboo may be related to ((mothman possibly??) please?), he walked over and stuck his head over yours.

  “hello!” he stared at you from above, your brain racing with ‘tall man… tall man scary. but tall man friend…? confuse brain: ACTIVATE’ .

  “uh, hello ranboo.” you went to pick your head up from over the back of your chair, clashing skulls with ranboo. tall man = threat. 

  sitting on the floor you held your head, wishing you could simply evaporate in the sky and then be rained down on the earth. maybe droplet-you would land somewhere colder, like greenland. or alaska. knowing your luck, you’d probably enter the fiery pits of a volcano. maybe a desert. life is a misery of pain cursing you to feel the heat radiating of the sun. your existence was the explosion of one of the endless stars occupying outer space.

  “uh, you okay there? you’ve been sitting there for a few minutes now.” when you didn’t respond, ranboo made a confused noise. “i didn’t concuss you, did i?”.

  “no, no you did not.” finally coming back to earth, you looked at ranboo. sure, you had known he was 6’6'' but the knowledge of his height was not the same as seeing him in person. you would just barely reach his height if you sat on the shoulders of a small child. even then, you would still be shorter, as the small child would be flailing around. heh. small children are funny.

  standing up, you walked next to ranboo. with any other person you would be running to hug them. you had finally met one of your best friends, why weren’t you bursting at the seems. the simplest explanation for that is that he is so much taller when your next to him. thought he could crunch you like goblin earlier? wrong. you are jack and he is the beanstalk.

  while he moved his arms for a hug, you patted his arms in a way that felt cryptic. ranboo, already accepting your strangeness, patted you back. after the arm-patting-friendship-initiation ceremony,  you walked to the car. time to leave the stuffy airport.

  throughout the entire car ride, you sat as far from ranboo as you could. when he slid closer to you to show you something funny, whether it was on tiktok or twitter, you tried to press yourself into the car door. yeah, you might’ve been over reacting but who cares? he was a foot and a half taller than you, were you supposed to welcome him with open arms? if anything, it's good you were afraid. it means your survival systems were still (somehow) intact and working properly.

  once you arrived at the house, ranboo gave you your very own tour. within this tour, a pool was shown. a pool that would become your very new home. it was already decently late, which caused the enforcement of sleep. while you each went to your own rooms, you snuck out. pool time, as an escape from the blistering heat.

  in the dark of the night, you jumped in the pool, ignoring the noise you made. finally, a reprieve from the merciless, miserable heat. “finally, sweet, sweet, cool water.” you let our a pleased sigh, reclining in the pool, floating on the surface and lightly kicking your feet.

  with a quick end to your relaxation period, ranboo put his head through his window. “why are you in the pool?? its like two in the morning??” he stared down at you and you stared back. subconsciously, you moved further away from the house.

  “... hot. i wanted a reprieve from the rise of hell.”

  ranboo laughed and yelled back to you. “yeah, i expected that. i’ll be down soon.”

  you yelled back a “wha-!” but he had already moved away from the window. he was coming down there to what? join you in the pool with his tall-ness?

  you heard the back door slide open and out came ranboo. it seemed he also did not have the energy to change, both of you in normal clothing. Running torwars the pool, he jumped in, covering you in water.

  “oh my god! jesus! why is it so cold?!?” his head popped up and he was trying to push all his hair out his face. while he swan towards you, you backed away. he paused. “look, i don’t know if you’re playing some prank on me or whatever, but why are you acting so scared of me? seriously, i was super excited to meet you and i understand if you’re tired, but what’s your deal right now?”.

  you stared at him in silence. breaking the awkward silence, ranboo sighed and went to leave the pool. “... you’re too tall.” you muttered.

  “what?” ranboo turned around and stared at you.

  you sighed, accepting your fate. “you’re too tall. you’re like, a whole foot taller than me.”.

  he stared at you before breaking into laughter. “are you kidding me? seriously? that is NO reason to be scared i’m not gonna hurt you.”.

  you threw your head back. “i knowwww.”.

  ranboo started dying laughing, and soon enough you joined him. breaking out in a coughing fit, you stared at him. “i know, i’m an idiot.” you moved from the corner of the pool and moved near ranboo.

  “yeah, yeah, you are.” ranboo stared laughing at you and you could see him scheming.

  “no. no. nonononononono.” ranboo picked you up and through you into the water as hard as he could. swimming up as fast as you could, you saw him grinning like a fox. “you bitch!”.

  this started a disaster, of splashing each other and throwing people in the water. grabbing pool floaties, you both fell asleep in the water.

  the next morning your behaviors were a bit different.  “ranbooooo. i’m bored. hang out with me.” laying on his floor under an air conditioner, you looked at ranboo as he was editing a new video. from the corner of your eye, you could see a phone pointing at you. he better not post anything on tiktok.

  “i’m editing.” he smiled and kept looking at the screen, ignoring you.

  “like i give a shit. let’s go out. get ice cream.”

  knowing you would never shut up, ranboo gave in to your idiocy. “alright…”.

  quickly getting up, you forced him to take you to the ice cream shop, holding his hand all the way. arriving at the shop, ranboo was forced to pay for both cones.

  smiling, you chuckled. “gold digger…” you heard him mutter.

  sitting at the benches, you leaned your head on his shoulder. “so, what caused this change in personality?” ranboo leaned his head over to look at you.

  “nghhhhh;;;;;;; no.” you laughed at him, knowing you were frustrating him.

  “so you just magically decided i could be a replacement for a playground?”

  “i just got an idea! let’s go to the park! we can play on the playground.” ranboo sighed. you were the embodiment of :3, and definitely a handful.

finally this is out!! i hope you liked this, even though its late. very late… yes! But i hope you enjoyed this. side question - what’s everyone’s favorite ice cream flavor? personally, i always get superman from ice cream shops but strawberry from cartons.

tagged ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@feverish-dove

[ushiwakaout]

YOUR SERIES FOR THE THINGS YOU THINK HAIKYU BOYS WOULD SAY IS SO GOOD!! Do you write for Tsukishima? Cuz if yes I would really like to know what you think he would say...

thank you, thank you 🥺💖

*sigh* highkey wanting to avoid tsukishima stuff bc i don’t wanna fall deeper into a simp hole

but i guess i’ll do it 🙄 thank fucking god you asked for this bc honestly i was going a little crazy bc i fucking love him so much god fucking damnit

for my sake, y’all are married and you’re a photographer

“mmm, stop poking me.” (7:00 am)

“Hey, i said stop touching.”

“what time is it?”

“No i don’t have practice today... i have school.”

“Not until tonight, so let me sleep.”

“Come back here, i don’t need breakfast right now.”

“Hey i might be slim but i will throw you back in bed if you don’t come back.”

“Wake me up again in like an hour.”

“Mmm, i said wake me up not smother me in kisses.” (8:20 am)

“What’s for breakfast.”

“I’m in the mood for some coffee and a shortcake.”

“What do you mean that’s not breakfast.”

“You may be my spouse but you cannot deny me shortcake.”

“If you forbid shortcake then a want divorce.”

“If you made me pick, i would want a divorce, because it’s like making you pick between me or [your favorite dessert] it’s just evil.”

“I’m not gonna kiss you unless we go get shortcake....”

*motherfucker has such a fucking mood when he wakes up. ESPECIALLY WHEN HE DOESNT GET WHAT HE WANTS. he’s baby but he’s also a bitch*

“have you seen my glasses? i cant see.”

“if you don’t give them to me i’m gonna make you read the menu outloud to me like a crazy person”

“ready for go? i’m starting to get hungry.” (9:00 am)

“are you not going to hold my hand?”

“fine if you get hit by a bike or a car, it’s not my problem.”

“hey actually it will be my problem because i married you, now hold my hand or else i’ll the one pushing you.”

“i’m not an asshole.”

“i’m ordering two cakes, i’m not giving you any of you don’t order for yourself.”

*you don’t order for yourself and just kinda fiddle w his jacket*

“Can i get three strawberry shortcakes and two black coffees, one iced please.”

“Nope you’re not getting the third one.”

*proceeds to eat the two and fiddles with the third*

“Have it, i’d be a waste if you didn’t eat it.”

*if you don’t eat it he will get both physically and mentally upset*

*very much loves seeing you munch down on his favorite dessert*

“Can we go now? I need to study for a test before class.” (10:30 am)

“you’re gonna get hit by a bike, get closer.”

“I wanna get our rings cleaned, their looking a little dirty.”

“So what if it’s only been a year, you know i don’t take it off unless it’s for a match, then i wear the flimsy black one.”

*the ring he gave you was his grandmothers so he’s always fiddling with it when he holds your hand*

“I’m sitting next to you while you edit your pictures, so you can’t complain.” (11:00 am)

*very distracted when he studies because he keeps glancing at you with your tongue out a little while you edit*

*will pinch your tongue*

“It belongs in your mouth.”

*WILL BLUSH OF YOU RESPOND, “so does yours” he will malfunction and flick you’re forehead*

“can you make me a snack?”

“dino crackers will do.”

“hey, don’t make fun of me, you always eat these too. now pass me my crackers.”

“Are you gonna stay alone like a weirdo or are you gonna walk to me the station” (1:00 pm)

“Hurry up and give me a kiss before it’s your fault i miss the train.”

“If you don’t let me go i’m just gonna kiss you again.”

“Idiot let go, i’m gonna be late because of you.”

“Give me another one, you gotta reach for it tho.”

*will laugh in your face before bending down to kissing the tip of your nose*

“Don’t get yourself kidnapped on the way home.”

“What are you doing here? You brought me lunch?” (3:00 pm)

*friends starts asking him who you are*

“My spouse, now stop staring.”

*proceeds to grab your left hand with his to low key show of your rings*

“Let’s go, i’m hungry.”

“Thank you for the food... it was good, could have had less...”

*can’t figure out what to say because it was actually really good but he won’t tell you*

“Could have had less love, that’s what.”

“Stop giggling at me.”

“Hey give me back my-”

*you always take his glasses off before you kiss him, don’t know how he hasn’t caught on yet*

“That was... okay.” (4:00 pm)

“You brought me a shortcake?”

“Wow you do love me.”

“I knew a married you for a reason.”

“You want some?”

“Say ah, no i’m gonna feed you now shut up.”

“Come with me to class, they don’t mind if you’re quiet.”

*will fiddle with your hands when you sit next to him*

*holds your thigh under the desk*

“Stop taking pictures of me.”

“I want coffee again, do you wanna walk to the café?” (6:00 pm)

“I’m hungry again... What? I’m a big boy, leave me alone.”

“Hey if you can reach my hand i’ll buy you a cat.”

*puts his 6’6 wingspans arm up in the air, mind you his hand would probably be up to 6’10*

*Takes pictures of you at the cat café so he can see which one is your favorite for future reference*

“No you couldn’t reach, i’m not getting you a cat”

*fucking liar has been planing on getting u a cat for a good while*

“Just go order the stuff and we’ll head home.” (7:00 pm)

“Sit on the couch with me, we’ll watch a movie.”

*puts on the good dinosaur*

“What? Shut up, it’s a good movie”

“What, no- I’m not crying- you are.”

*flicks your nose*

“See you’re crying too”

“I’m not a bully, you’re a bully.”

“Shut up or i’ll kiss you.”

*will kiss you anyway*

*it doesn’t seem like it but he isn’t a forceful kisser, very soft, long and hot kisses are his go to.*

“I’m gonna shower again, school stressed me out.”

“Take a bath with me” (9:30 pm)

*in the bath his knees are usually always out so he can just hold you while you sit in front of him*

*becomes very soft at night especially when it’s just alone time with you*

*starts kissing your hair, will lightly tease you by massaging your neck and then slowly wrapping his fingers around your neck so he can push your chin up to look at him and he kisses you*

“i know i should say it more but i love you and i know you love me too, and i would trade that for an endless supply of shortcake.”

“See i’m not always a jerk.”

*in bed, he’s the small spoon bc he wants to listen to your heartbeat*

*needs skin to skin contact so his hands are always under your shirt (his shirt) roaming around your back*

“Stop squirming.”

*if you can’t sleep, this man will fuck you to sleep. doesn’t matter what fucking time it is, he gets annoyed and ask why you didn’t tell him sooner so he can fuck you so good*

“Go to sleep or i’ll sleep in the spare”

*lies he hates sleeping alone*

*also... records your reacton while he’s fucking you bc you’re never in front of the camera so he wants you to know how you feel*

*kisses your forehead and then falls asleep to the sound of your breathing*

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

One evening morning at New York City, Jennifer Susan Walters aka, She-Hulk is at the Coffee place holding cup of Coffee on right far hand and other fat hand on newspaper, She-Hulk’s the same size she was before, fat and proud. “Peace and quite I need” She-Hulk smiled until heard an faraway explosion. “Never mind” She-Hulk sighed as put her newspaper and cup of Coffee down and stood up. Her chair looks pretty bent from her sitting weights. “Guess someone needs me help” She-Hulk joggling to the sound of explosion as her entire body jiggles/waddles. Later at New York Bank, an 6’6, blue eyes, weight 500 lbs.(Approximate.), hair Auburn, Mary "Skeeter" MacPherran aka Titania is robbing the Bank until police came as point guns at her. “Hold it right there” Titania looks at the policemen as laughed. “Fools! You can’t defeat The Titania” “Well, Except me” Titania turn around as growls, She-Hulk, Titania’s archenemy. “You want fight then let’s fight” She-Hulk clucked her fat knuckles. Titania and She-Hulk leap to each other, She-Hulk slammed her fists into Titania's face. Titania threw a punch towards Jen, but the Avenger grabbed her wrist and threw her over her shoulder. She-Hulk sent her enemy flying through the wall of the building, thrashing around in the air before she hit the side of another building. Jen ran out of the building, her muscles pulsing as her anger rose. “You ruined Everything!” “Oh please, what did i ever done to you” She-Hulk rolled her eyes as gives her. She-Hulk throws a punch at Titania’s head but Titania dodge it but She-Hulk booty bump at Titania’s face so hard, she went flying towards a Bank Safe Vault as She-Hulk closes it. “There, take that Bitch” “I WANT A REMATCH!” “How about Go Fuck Yourself then” She-Hulk rolled her eyes again as left the crime screen as Agents from SHEILD came. “Lock Titania up tight and send her to The Raft” Phil Coulson said to few Agents as they nodded and run to the Bank Vault. “She-Hulk, I want thank you to defeat Titania” Phil held his hand out. “Your welcome and she’s a pain in Fucking ass” She-Hulk sigh as shook Phil’s hand. “I’ll need a break, right now” She-Hulk waddle pass Phil

*Saphira was In training with Dummies as she Smirks..She began to give the Dummy a Round house kicks as she smirks* heh~

[camillemontespan]

oblivion [raleigh carrera] [part two: leap of faith]

Part One if you want to catch up

Warnings: Discussion of drugs, near death

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Fiona gave Raleigh the green light in the end. After their heated argument regarding Marina’s care, she threw her hands up and said, ‘Fine. Do it your way, look after her instead of sending her to rehab. I’ll just tell you I told you so.’

She stormed out of the room, rejecting phone calls from media outlets who were desperate to find out about the fallen popstar who lay asleep in the hospital bed. 

Raleigh sighed and slouched down onto the chair by the head. He picked up the TV remote control and turned on the television. The voices of newsreaders filled the room. 

‘Marina Cortez, the 25 year old singer who has dominated the music charts this past year, has been taken to hospital after a suspected drugs overdose,’ the news anchor told the viewer. ‘Please note, the following video images may be difficult for you to watch as they are graphic in nature.’

The screen then switched to a shaky video of Marina, lying comatose in a stretcher, being loaded into an ambulance. Paparazzi surrounded the vehicle and members of the public were taking photos on their phones, filming and shouting her name. Raleigh clenched his fists, wishing he could jump into the TV screen and beat them all to a pulp.

The screen reverted back to the newsroom. The news anchor turned to his co-host. ‘Katie, what do you think about this? She’s hit rock bottom, hasn’t she?’

The female co-anchor with a huge blowdry and face caked in bronzer nodded, trying to look sad. ‘Absolutely, Gerald. This is a far cry from the innocent girl we were introduced to on One in a Million. She is pictured falling out of clubs, screaming at paparazzi, wearing next to nothing.. It’s such a shame.’ 

The screen changed to a video of Marina in her car being surrounded by paparazzi. She was wearing aviator sunglasses and her black hair was pulled up into a messy bun. Raleigh knew she was wearing sunglasses because she was crying but didn’t want anyone to  know; it was a thing she admitted to him before they parted ways. ‘Move bitch!’ she was screaming at the camera. ‘Fucking move or I will run you over!’ 

The screen switched back to the blowdried newsreader and her Botoxed beyond belief male colleague. 

‘Hopefully, she will make it back to the nation’s good graces,’ Gerald said and that was when Raleigh turned the TV off in disgust. Why did Marina have to apologise? Why did she have to make the effort? THEY were the ones who destroyed her. The paparazzi were like rabid dogs, the fans were  relentless with their adoration and expectations for Marina to be perfect all the fucking time. The newsreaders who discussed her on their breakfast shows like she was nothing. They had made her into a commodity, forgetting that she was a person

She was a 25 year old girl from a tiny town in America. She had a little brother, Nico. She doted on her grandmother. She loved to read old books like Jane Austen and quote the passages to him. She liked going to football games. She loved her guitar. 

He rested his head in his hands, trying to hold himself together. 

Raleigh jumped when he heard the tiny, gentle voice beside him. ‘Hey Raleigh.’

He turned to see Marina looking at him, her eyes glimmering with tears. ‘Marina,’ he breathed, leaning down to pull her into a hug. His hand caressed the back of her head. She felt so small and fragile, like a little bird. He could feel her tears sliding down his neck. 

‘Shh, honey, it’s okay,’ he whispered. ‘You’re safe. I got you.’

Her voice came out like a choke. ‘I’ve really fucked up, haven’t I?’

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All Raleigh could do was hold her. He resisted every urge to kiss her desperately, begging her for forgiveness. When they parted, Marina lay back down but her pinkie finger was hooked around his. Tiny contact, but still contact. 

‘You’re coming to stay with me,’ Raleigh told her. ‘I’ve cleared it with Fiona.’

Marina blinked. ‘Why am I staying with you?’

‘Because rehab clearly doesn’t work,’ he told her bluntly. ‘Plus I want to be there for you. I want to look after you, keep you safe-’

‘Why?’ Her voice was thick and she was looking down at her hands. ‘Everyone leaves me in the end. You left me. Why come back now?’

‘I’m so fucking sorry,’ Raleigh whispered. ‘I fucked up. I should never have left you in the first place. I promise, I’m not going to fail you again. I love you-’

He stopped talking. He hadn’t meant to say that. 

Marina looked up at him now, her eyes big and watery. They were red rimmed; god, she looked awful. She looked broken. 

‘How can you tell me you love me when you left me alone in the dark?’ she asked. ‘I needed you. I know it wasn’t  obvious at the time but I really fucking needed you.’

Raleigh caught her hands, making her stop. ‘I know. I was wrong. I just want to make this up to you. Let me help. Please.’ 

It was like arguing with Fiona again. He was exhausted from having to repeat himself. 

‘I heard you were on the way to the hospital and my heart stopped,’ he continued. ‘I thought this was it. I genuinely thought I was going to lose you.’ 

Marina was studying him now, wary. Raleigh persevered. ‘I knew that if I lose you, I’d never forgive myself. I have so many things I want to say to you, so many apologies, but nothing is going to change the fact that I abandoned you when you needed me most. I was selfish; I thought I was saving you by leaving, as I was the one who introduced you to drugs and everything else in the first place, but I realise now that I left because I was guilty. I could see you going down this dark path and I fucking knew it was my fault, so I left so I didn’t have to face the consequences.’ 

He sighed and looked down at the floor. ‘I was pathetic,’ he spat. ‘So, Marina, you being in this room right now.. It’s my fault. I’m so sorry. I got you into this mess so I’m going to get you out of it.’

The room was silent. Marina looked like she was going to cry again. ‘Rehab didn’t work for me,’ she whispered, finally. ‘What makes you think your methods are better?’

Raleigh smiled sadly. ‘Because I’ve been through this and my way works. You just got to take a leap of faith and trust me, Marina.’ 

Marina chewed her lip and looked conflicted. Raleigh worried that she would tell him to get out and take his knight in shining armor role with him. 

But she didn’t.

‘Okay,’ she whispered. ‘I trust you.’

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Raleigh left Marina to sleep. Striding with purpose down the hospital corridor, he went through the staff only hallways and out of the staff exit. Still no paparazzi at this door, thank God.  Raleigh got into a cab and asked to be taken to his destination. 

Marina’s apartment was on a boulevard filled with palm trees and upscale restaurants. She had come a long way in the world. Raleigh let himself into her building. The doorman recognised him and let him through. 

Fiona had given Raleigh Marina’s key to the apartment. As he entered, he braced himself.  He hadn’t been here for months. 

The floor to ceiling windows in the  open plan living room/kitchen looked out over the LA skyline. Raleigh ignored the bottles of vodka littered on the kitchen island and he ignored the white powder that was sprinkled haphazardly on the glass coffee table.   He ignored the doorway to the bathroom where Marina had been found underwater

He found Marina’s suitcase in the dressing room and began to load it with clothes. Not her ‘famous’ clothes which consisted of crop tops, tiny dresses, high heels and ass grazing denim shorts. No. He picked out clothes that were comfortable; cosy oversized sweaters, cute t-shirts with slogans, jeans and suede boots. He found a scarf and hat. 

Where they were going, the weather was not constant sunshine like LA. Where they were going was so different, it was going to be like another world. 

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Marina was discharged three days later after being kept under surveillance. Raleigh was waiting for her outside the hospital room, suitcases in hand.  ‘Ready?’ he asked. Marina nodded mutely and eyed the suitcases. 

‘You brought my suitcase?’

‘Yup. Packed it myself.’

Marina groaned. ‘Oh god, tell me it doesn’t have only bikinis and lingerie in it.’

Raleigh was about to protest but stopped when he saw her smiling. Good. She had a tiny bit of sparkle back. Marina took her suitcase and followed Raleigh as he lead her down the staff hallways. 

‘How bad it is outside?’ she asked. ‘I imagine they want to eat me for breakfast.’ 

Raleigh grimaced. ‘Not good,’ he told her honestly. ‘But there’s no photographers out this way so we should be safe-’

They weren’t safe. Paparazzi were crowded out the secret exit and waiting for a glimpse of Marina. Clearly, someone had tattled to the press that Raleigh had been using secret doors to get in and out.  Raleigh heard Marina whimper and he instinctively wrapped his arm around her, holding her close to him. ‘It’s okay, honey,’ he murmured. ‘Keep walking, the car is there.’ 

‘Marina! How are you feeling?’ one photographer shouted. 

‘Give us a smile!’

‘Are you and Raleigh back together?’

‘Pop’s bad couple reunited!’ 

Raleigh kept Marina walking, trying his best to get her past. He could see her bodyguard, Hank, striding through the photographers towards them, with his hand out. ‘Get out of the way!’ Hank hollered. Raleigh passed Marina to Hank, who was basically a 6’6 human shield. Hank protected her from the swarm and managed to get her inside the car, keeping her hidden from the flashes. 

‘Is she off to rehab?’ a photographer asked. ‘Surprised she’s still alive!’ 

Raleigh whipped around at that comment. ‘Who the fuck said that?!’

‘Raleigh, come on!’ Hank shouted, storming back to where Raleigh was being surrounded. ‘We don’t have time, get in the car.’ 

Hank grabbed him and hauled him to the vehicle, opening the door quickly and shoving him inside. Raleigh stewed on the thoughtless comment made by that photographer until he remembered he had more important things to deal with. He turned to see Marina with her head in her hands, crying quietly. 

‘Marina, shh..’ he whispered, gently wrapping his arm around her. ‘It’s okay, you’re away from them.’

She looked at him with her brown eyes filled with anguish and croaked, ‘I wish I had fucking died.’ 

Horror filled Raleigh’s heart. He pulled her into his chest, holding her tight. ‘Don’t you fucking say such things, Marina,’ he said. ‘I won’t stand for it. I’m so relieved you’re here. You’re alive and I thank God that you’re beside me right now. We’re going to fight this, okay? Where we’re going, media can’t follow. They can’t stalk you or scare you. You’re safe.’

Marina rubbed her eyes harshly and let out a breath. ‘Where are we going?’

Raleigh smiled. ‘Michigan. My mom’s place.’

[theblovel]

The Blovel #3

Buxton boards the plane with a sense of loss and unrequited interest. The plush seating and copious amounts of leg room, pillow, blanket, soft music, free flowing liquor and comforting nature of the first class flight attendants wasn’t enough to keep him at bay. His thoughts went immediately to his encounter with Charley. It didn’t go at all like he expected. He knelt to help clean the mess Jeremy caused when Jeremy himself didn’t even bother to. The gentleman in him wouldn’t let a woman clean up glass no matter the scenario. It wasn’t like he only did it to gain the favor of a beautiful woman, he only noticed how spectacular she was after chivalry commanded him to clean up a mistake she didn’t make; so much for chivalrous efforts and meaningful intentions. He questions how she couldn’t feel his genuine nature. Was she impervious to his subtle ways of showing interest? How could she lean in to him the way she did, place her hand on his chest and whisper only of uncertainty? Was there no mutual attraction? Did she even like men? With all the questions and non answers swirling around Buxton’s mind he was noticeably distracted from the point of their trip. They were supposed to be headed to paradise to enjoy some much needed time away from it all and Jeremy saw his friend was struggling mentally. He couldn’t allow for his friend to not enjoy their time in paradise. “Buxton? I know you’re not gonna let one joint get you off your game fam? We haven’t left the tarmac and you messed up off her? You need a drink!” “I’m good on the drink Jeremy. I just don’t understand what happened man.” “She obviously doesn’t want to have sex with you, so move on to the next one that will. Shit ain’t hard bro.” “See that’s what I’m taking about right there! That’s the difference between us Jeremy: you look for the easiest women out here which has only left you with thirty-five years of chasing! I had a wife once. Shit was good but I fucked it up! I didn’t love her past the shit that got difficult. I miss loving someone more than myself. I’m not chasing ass no more fam! I want something real again!” “Did you forget I just got divorced bro? I mean I tried the shit too. But the thing is with you, Joan left you for another dude because you were focused too much on your art. You told me that Bux! You said she couldn’t understand you. She cheated on you bro. Her loss!” “But that’s the thing Jeremy, I chose not to love her past that shit. We all make mistakes. Maybe I wasn’t giving her enough attention. Maybe I didn’t try harder to love her more. Maybe I didn’t give her the chance to let me know what she was needing from me or what was missing for her. I could have tried harder.” “Man whatever. Look, I’m about to drink this Johnnie Walker, get a little loose and try to cool out before we get to the DR. Shit, I may try to come up on a joint in this first class section. I’ll leave all the economy joints for you.” “Do your thing Jeremy. I’m good. I’m gonna write a little bit. I’m not your wingman yo!” The plane takes off down the runway and lifts just before the runway ends and the water from the bay begins. Buxton attempts to leave his questions about Charley and their interactions on the runway along with his inhibitions but keeps coming back to the “whys” of it all. He tries to put pen to paper and continue working on the construction of his latest collection of poems. His poetry reflects the reality of his experiences as a black male professor with an inner-city upbringing at a predominately white institution of higher learning. Though he teaches at such an institution, the majority of his students are minorities. That’s fine by him but he accepts nothing less than the best from all of his students, even those that make passes at him. The energy in his work drives the collections from the past along to the end, but this new collection is a collection of Love poems; currently it seems like Love doesn’t want Buxton. He’s had minimal encounters with women and the breadth of the interactions were with women who had little substance. They were all attractive women but past the initial interview questions, Buxton knew there was no potential future with any of those women. He wanted the feeling he once had before; he wanted Joan all over again. He wanted a beautiful, intelligent, sexy, stylish yet quirky, strong, driven, hip, dope, down for the cause yet up for the rise type of sista. He wanted a woman that was his equal yet different though so similar. He wanted that old thing back, but she’d never return. He was looking for a new Joan and felt something familiar with Charley in her energy. He couldn’t let go of the feeling without knowing more about Charley. Meanwhile on another plane that’s not flying directly to the DR, in the economy section of the plane, Charley tells Ava and Myra about what just happened between her and Buxton. Myra, sitting next to the window, began, “Alright so what did he say and what did you say to him? I mean Ava and I saw he had some big feet and hands but what else was going on Charley? Was he a real one or nah? As Charley is sitting in the middle seat between Ava and Myra, she settles herself first, then begins, “You know what ladies? I’m not really looking for some dick right now. I mean honestly, yeah he was fine as hell but I’m not sure if he was really digging anything past my big booty. All the men I meet only ever notice me from the waist down. I get it, but I’m not gonna settle for less. I’m off dick right now! I need something more.” Ava replied, “Bitch can’t no man see past that big ass you got! You got dudes out here about to cut they fingers off trying to pick up broken glass barehanded. What are you talking about? I wish some of these dudes was checking for me like they used to be. You got what they want and they ain’t afraid to admit it Charley. You just have to weed through the bullshit to find that right one.” Charley rebutted, “But that’s just it Ava; just because you’re upfront with me doesn’t mean I have to respect your disrespect of me. I see men all the time gawking at me. All they see is ass, but what about me? What about who I am? How many men really want to know about who I am before they want to know how good my head and pussy are?” Myra quickly jumped in, “Uh, Ava, let me answer this one. So there are a lot of great dudes out there but the problem with great dudes is that they come when you least expect them and they may be wrapped in a package you least expect. You may want a 6’6” guy with a fit body and killer good looks, but the guy that’ll treat you better than anyone ever could may be 5’9”, a little chubby, and average looks but he has an amazing heart.” Ava replied, “Myra! Why do you sound like the dude that gets no ass speaking on behalf of all the dudes that get no ass? You sound crazy right now! Charley, do not lower your standards ok? You’ll end up advising people on how to lower their standards and still be in search of the right one. Look at what I did. I had a career and what not lined up but I wanted to be married with children. Now I have all I want plus the man I want and I ain’t doing shit to make it happen. I’m good!” Charley digs in, “But Ava, you always complain of being tired and feeling like you missed out on what life has to offer. You beg for trips like this but rarely go on them. You have all you want but still feel this way? C’mon now! We all know you had a different life set up but when some dope, rich dick came along you threw your hands up to the Lord and gave in. We don’t blame you but you can’t complain and be thankful at the same time.” Ava scoffs and says, “You may be right Charley, but at least I got a man that is doing his thing and doesn’t ask me to do anything but raise the kids. Plus I get help doing that. My shit is straight boo-boo!” Charley responds, “I hear you Ava and I’m happy for you, really I am, but I want more than to be a trophy for some man. I want to be his equal. I want a man that is my equal but different yet so similar. I want someone to appreciate me and Love me and adore me and love right and do all that shit we like, like flowers for no reason and making sure I never have to question his Love for me. I’m just not giving it up to any old body. The next man I sleep with is gonna be the last man I sleep with.” Myra returns, “So is it gonna be the dude you seduced when you licked his ear before you left the concourse? We saw you’re nasty ass!” Charley, with a smile on her face, said, “I didn’t lick his ear. I whispered that I’d see him again.” Ava jumps in, “Bitch how you gonna see him again?” Charley speaks, “ I saw his boarding pass and he is going to the DR like we are. Chances are that I’ll see him again. If I do, fate has looked kindly upon us. If I don’t see him, it was meant to be that way and my quest for Love continues. I really do hope I see him though; something felt familiar about his energy.” The ladies continue back and forth about different things including who is gonna be responsible for all of them and who will be the first to have sex minus Charley and Ava and a slough of other girl talk items before they land in the DR. Charley is participating in the conversations but reflects deeply on the possibility of never seeing Buxton again. She hopes that fate and destiny are aligned and in her favor. She wants to know more about him and she can’t let go of the energy she felt.

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This is gonna be long:

So I work at Marshalls, and there is this man who comes in with his friend at least 3 times a week. The dude (we gonna call him...Jay) is about 6’4, Honey skin, long dark hair, hazel eyes, a thick beard, a husky build, and he got the tribal tattoos, with a voice like Jason Momoa. While his friend (we gonna call him Tre) is 6’6, skin of mahogany, amber colored eyes, a fade with shoulder length braids, a goatee, and he’s built like a LB.

Every time they come in they start conversation with me, then they leave without buying anything. They would complement me on my hair, my eyes (I have the most normal brown eyes idk why people say they are pretty), my shoes, my nails, and even my nonexistent eyebrows. Like Tre would even say ‘I bet you gotta cute nose under that mask’. They go out of there way to get me to laugh.

Tuesday before last, they came in at the same time they usually do (around 3pm). That was the only day I didn’t close, so when they were coming in I was already in the back clocking out.

I left the break room, and something was telling me to buy some stuff for my dog. So I get my a stuff and go to a register, not realizing that Jay and Tre were at the register next to me staring me down.

(According to my coworker Jayla, who saw the whole thing, they were looking at me like this)

Anyway, I paid for my stuff and was about to leave until I remembered my mom wanted me to get her a drink. I get the drink and pay for it, then put my wallet back in my pocket. For some reason my wallet decided it wanted to be free, and it jumped out my pocket, and landed directly behind me. So I’m like WTH, then I reach down to get it and I see a hand get it before I can, and they hand it to me.

I look up and it’s Jay, I thank him and he says “You’re welcome pretty eyes.” Now I’m in shock, over here lookin at him like,

Then Tre comes up behind me and says “You need help taking this to your car?”

Y’all.....

I only had two bags.

I look behind the counter to see Jayla giving me this look,

All while mouthing ‘bitch you betta say yes, I’ll beat yo ass if ya don’t’, so at this point I had to say yes.

They get the bags and we leave the store, as soon as we step out I snatch of my mask because a bitch couldn’t breathe. I glance at them, and see them looking at me again

Tre says “I knew you had a cute ass nose under there” and at this point my knees start buckling. Then Jay puts his hands out to stead me and says “Her nose is cute, but she is beautiful”.

My mind, heart, and vagina:

We get to the car (did I mention my mom was in the car), they put my stuff in the backseat and said “see you tomorrow beautiful”. Then they kissed me on the cheek and proceeded to strut tf off with their bde.

My legs:

I got in the car and my mom was like,

“Who was that Cynthia? You gotta man, excuse me, TWO men and ain’t tell me? Ya daddy gonna have a field day with this one!” I legit cackled.

I get home and I realized they gave me their bags too, when I looked in them I saw it was snacks. There was a sticky note too, it said “For you, Pretty eyes.”

I also realized that I wouldn’t see them the next day because I was off for two weeks.

Tagging: @loveandcigarillos (because I used her pfp😂)

Okay...like...y’all? I’m...whew😅😅, um y’all I had a real life romcom movie moment yesterday at work and I don’t know what to do. I...

It really just clicked in my head what happened, and I’ve come to realize I’m hella oblivious.

But the good thing is I’m inspired, bad thing is I have no clue what to do about the actual situation.