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thesimpanions · 5 years ago

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⭐️ N E W V I D E O ⭐️ The Sims 4 | SHY INTROVERT 🌺 | CAS & Lookbook + CC Links

Hey there! ♥ Thank you guys sooo much for 6ksubscribers, I honestly never thought I'd get to this point!! ♥♥ For today's video we're creating Fallon, a cute introvert that grew up in a big family and dreams of becoming a bestselling author!

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shaekingshitup · 4 years ago

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Shae’s First Date

For anyone who is bored: the most brief (that I can recap because ya girl is a lengthy heaux) summary of my first date goes as follows:

EDIT: THIS SHIT AIN'T BRIEF. SORRY NOT SORRY 🤷🏿‍♀️🤷🏿‍♀️ But I put a TLDR at the end.

I matched with a guy on Bumble who had some cool hobbies and some of which overlapped with mine. We talked daily for almost 2 weeks before we met up in person and the guy was a very big charmer/woo-er. Like if I was messaging this kid I was constantly laughing and smiling

Tbh this was a lil bit of a red flag to me becauae I'm like: "no one is this charming. Something has gotta be up" & I legit came up with a few different scenarios. But I chose to shelf them because people do that to me all the time.

Like I'm just a really loving person and I will gas people up or go out of my way to make them happy if I can and people always want to try me like that can't truly be how/who I am or if I'm doing it it's because I'm trying to get at that person and they are always wrong. All the way from best friends to new acquaintances I really just like when people are happy. I mean the world's shitty already, if I can make your day easier or put smile on your face I'm game!

So we're on the phone one night (stayed up to 3 am sacrificing my sleep talking to this dude 🙄) talking more about who we are as people, what we're looking for in an ideal partner, etc. I told him straight up both via call and via message that honesty is really important to me. I value honesty with myself and also with others.

So also in this late night call things got a lil spicy 🌶 🌶 I was honest and told him that I'm pretty much a blank slate. Never fucked/sucked, etc or had anything like that done to me. He was taken aback like everyone I share this with is. Apparently I'm some sort of unicorn 🦄 out here in these streets to all y'all hoes. He makes a comment about stealing a kiss from me the next night and I said "I might allow it."

But the point is. I told him what it was. I was honest. That's my truth.

I didn't tell him that I'd never been on a date/kissed anyone because he didn't ask. Maybe if I would've said something, things would've been different. But I can't "what if" what's already happened y'all!

SO, day of. We messagin and snapping. I'm allll ready. We're going to a drive in and I'd never been to one before so I'm excited. I'm also just committed to making this a good time because I easily get distracted and often don't stop to take my experiences in to experience them fully. So I said not today!!

I got snacks. All of his favs and some of mine. I brought drinks and a blanket. I looked good.

Like I said in my pre-date post: I didn't have any lofty ideas about this dude being my soul mate or anything but I anticipated a good time.

He picked me up at our designated location. My sister met him and got his license plate; because apparently I had enough sense to realize I didn't know this nigga but not enough sense to later realize I didn't know this nigga.

It wasn't gonna take as long to get to the drive in as originally anticipated. So we went to a local park and sat in the car and talked because the park was PACKED and ya know RONA!

It was somewhat awkward because it was our first time talking face to face. But we found a groove and I'm extroverted af y'all. So, I can get people to have a conversation.

Topics range from our days, music and conspiracy theories which he's really into. What kind? Like: Shakespeare wrote the Bible is one. A lot of people that we know from media aren't really the original ones that we were introduced to is another. Ya know like that Beyoncé is not the real Beyoncé. There's two Trumps. There's two Hilary Clintons etc.

So at this point sensible me is like: this can be the point where you go home girl. You're 5 minutes away from your place. You can just say this ain't workin and cut it short.

OPTIMISTIC/BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT GIVIN/NAIVE SILLY ME IS LIKE: well, I 100% don't agree with anything you're saying just because you're saying it. But ya know, I don't know everything and I'm not in the business of judging people-especially since we just met and I don't want this human to feel uncomfortable. So, okay. I don't agree. But I won't judge. Let's just continue on.

If you haven't guessed by now which me I listened to, you may be just as silly as I am 🙃🙃🙃

But obviously I continued on and that's what I call mistake #1

So we're driving to the drive in. I'm realizing we're kind of different in ways. Most notable is that dude was raised Jehovah's Witnesses and celebrates 0 holidays & I'm in love with Halloween and at least birthdays.

We miss the drive in entrance due to my poor navi skills & he decides to smoke before we pull in. He offers it to me and I accept. This is mistake #2

Ya girl hasn't smoked in 6 years. I tried edibles recently. But that shit ain't the same. I really just feel like I said I wanted to be present and then I smoked and I was tired and everything was kind of dull?

So I'm high and sleepy but still a lil excited because it's my first drive in!! We get there and park and the drive in is really just a giant protection screen we all park in front of. Lmao. 😅 Idk what I was expectin but not that. But it was still cool. It's 10 and this movie still hasn't started because the last one is still showin credits.

Dude says he wants to chill in the back but he's going to the bathroom. I AM SLEEPY. THAT IS WHAT WEED DOES TO ME. Plus I was on the phone til 3 AM. So I'm like imma close my eyes before this thing starts since it's already late.

So while he goes to the bathroom I legit laid down in the back on a pillow because ya girl is a sleepy heaux 😴

He comes back and pits the pillow in his lap and is talking to me because this movie ain't started yet. My eyes are closed but I'm listening and everything and he's massaging my shoulders and whatnot. Eventually advertisements about common courtesy come on and what not. But that's not important and I don't move.

Soo he says something I'M ASSUMING IT WAS ABOUT THE KISS (I don't remember y'all. I'm about to skimp on some of these details because that high was really kickin in and I was feelin foggy.) But, I said "I would allow it." And he kissed me.

It honestly felt anticlimactic as fuck. Yeah my mind is kind of foggy because of the weed so I feel like I wasn't as fully cognizant as I would have been if I was sober minded. But also, it just happened

I'm in my head af. I've never done this and I'm sure I'm shit at it but I'm trying not to be ya know? Dude's tongue is in my mouth. His hand is under my romper.

So, I'm a roll with the punches kind of human and the rest of the film we pretty much are making out (lowkey meh), groping (I hate this word) & watching Deadpool ( for people who needed that detail)

As previously stated, all of this shit is new to me. But, I'm also not a "prude". I chose not to kiss/fuck anyone prior to this because it was what I wanted for a period of time. I couldn't do much in the date department because I was just not approached often or by people I wanted to entertain. But the opportunities for all that physical shit were presented and I chose not to just like I chose to engage in those activities on this date. I'm real big on not judging nor regretting those choices because those were what I wanted at one point and that's it. Soo if you got opinions about what I was out here doin, keep em to yaself.

We ended up making out and I feel like it was cool.. but just not great. We did other shit minus actual fucking. But it all just felt pretty muted to me. Not bad. Not uncomfortable. Just not great and I think in hindsight it was because I a) really didn't know and have an established connection with this dude and b) I was high.

He really wanted me to suck his dick and I was really hesitant to do that. Not even that much because I was checking off a lot of "firsts' or anything like that but because I swore I was gonna be shit at it due to 0 experience and that was what I told him. Like, I wanna be good at shit and also I would like if the person I was hooking up with was actually enjoying being with me ya know? Is that not a thing? Y'all just be out here tryna get ya nut and say fuck it to whomever you with? Lemme be a unicorn then. 🦄

But anyways, I did this and he says like nothing. I'm in my head af trying to recall upon all of my BP smut I've read and trying not to suck at sucking (SO THANKS TO ALL OF Y'ALL WHO BE WRITING SMUT!!). After a few minutes the car turns off and Ryan Reynold's ain't talking anymore. Sooo I take this as a sign that I should stop and tell him as much.

He turns the car back on so we can still hear the movie & I'm pretty much like half watching the movie and talking to him like: "Soooo. I did that and I feel like I was right." To which he responds, "I've had worse," which is like ya know the compliment of the century and the most reassuring feedback you can give someone who is insecure about shit they've never done.

We still ended up making out and I gave him a handjob and finished the movie. I can't recall if it was at this point or when he drove me home but he basically implied that I was a liar and that is the shit that literally makes me wanna go back in time and tell former me to never say yes to a date with this nigga.

He drove me home and I was pretty quiet listening to Ari Lennox (💕) and thinking/processing. He gets to my place and we're talking now that we're parked and tells me that he thought I probably wasn't right about never having sex before. He told me I probably just had sex like 3 years ago and it had been so long that's why I said that and that's why my pussy is so tight.

So, I'm real life hurt. I like to consider myself to be someone who has a good character and I am really big on honesty.

So I asked him why he said that if I told him from jump what it was. He told me that his ex lied a lot and that he just couldn't believe me..

And I know for certain that his assumption was independent of any of my actions. He literally just told me so. He projected his insecurities onto me. But I'm a sensitive ass heaux and that shit still shook me. PBS raised me right. I don't be out here lyin & I don't like when people try to tell me who tf I am.

We pretty much just ended up arguing about the night and he was doing it on purpose because he thinks it's sexy when women are mad. But when I get mad, I get done. If I let enough shit slide and you have the audacity to try and flip my script, I will fucking write you out of it.

Then I looked up at the time and realized I was sitting in this car arguing with nigga for at least 25 minutes. So I was just like: bitch, why are you still here?

I told him straight up that when I got out of that car he could forget about talking to me altogether and he was like: "I'll let you know when I make it home."

I told him he need not bother because apparently I'd finally gained some damn sense. I exited the car. He left. He hit me up when he made it home but I just deleted the app and removed him off of snap because I meant that shit.

TLDR; Went on my first date with a conspiracy theorist I matched with on Bumble and he told me I lied about my lack of sexual history.

#bumble #first date #drive in #story time #short stime #i need my mutuals to pray for me #because lordt #deadpool #ryan reynolds #ari lennox #personal #mine #big time sigh #im sorry I can't add the keep reading tab on mobile tk!

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istheresomebodywhocanimagine · 5 years ago

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Morning Skinny

anonymous said: Hi💖 can you write about Joe and You buying clothes for yourself with some flirting and innuendo.

(a/n: here’s a tiny lil piece of flirty joe/boyf!joe!!! it’s not much, but there’s some dorky little one liners in it if ur into that type of stuff. we love little shit joe)

“Well, there’s never a better time to go clothes shopping than bright and early!” you chirped, holding up another sundress that was on clearance and raising an eyebrow at Joe, who nodded slowly.

He was still half-asleep, following you through this department store clearance section in search of summer clothing that you could use on your vacation with his family over the New Year’s holiday. You’d dragged your boyfriend out of bed at nine a.m. to get ready to go to the mall, and he hadn’t mentally left bed yet, despite the fact that he was here between overloaded racks of clothing with you.

“I like the color,” he mumbled, almost incoherently. Then, he narrowed his ochre eyes and looked above your head for a moment, processing something briefly. His eyes flitted back down to meet your questioning gaze. “I don’t follow?”

“Clothes shopping in the morning?” you clarified, Joe nodding and making a quiet noise of surprise when you suddenly started off towards the fitting rooms. He followed swiftly, watching the material of the sundress whip around your legs and wondering why he’d even crawled out of bed in the first place. You snickered at a prolonged yawn he let out, then glanced over your shoulder. “Morning skinny, you know?”

“I…” he trailed off, inhaling sharply and running his tongue over his lower lip. “What? I still don’t follow. Did you say morning skinny? That sounds like a latte.”

“You sound like a latte,” you retorted halfheartedly, earning a snort from Joe despite your lame attempt at a comeback while you were escorted to one of the many available fitting rooms. “Morning skinny, Joe, do you really not know what that means?”

“I must have lived under a rock until now, because I’m still imagining an overpriced latte. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking.”

He had to smile a bit at the contagious giggles you let out as you hung your clothes on the hook inside the little fitting area, the door swinging shut and separating you from him for the moment. Glancing around, he decided to just lean up against the wall next to the door, resting his head against it and groaning softly. Even closing his eyes for a moment threatened to lull him off into dreamland, but your voice drew him back out of the sleepy state he was in, so he tried to focus on your voice and your voice only as you changed into the dress.

“Morning skinny is when you wake up and you haven’t eaten in over 9 hours so you’re hella skinny until breakfast because there’s nothing to take up space in your stomach.” Squinting, Joe frowned a bit. “So shopping in the morning is nice because you aren’t bloated from all the food you’ve eaten during the day.”

“I never notice a difference about you in the morning. You’re always skinny. Skinny Minnie.”

“Joe,” you deadpanned. “Flattery will get you…. nowhere.”

“False,” he retorted, raising an eyebrow as you opened the door and emerged in the sundress, a quizzical expression on your face. “Flattery got me here. At 10 in the morning. With my cute, insufferably chipper girlfriend who looks like she’s about to drop me for not knowing the difference between an empty stomach and a shitty coffee drink.” When you just continued to stare, Joe offered a sheepish smile. “But she still looks cute, I said?”

“Help me, please,” you asked, rolling your eyes playfully as you headed over to the large mirrors to your left, holding up the ties that were to rest around your neck and brushing your hair to the side. “I don’t want my tits to be falling out around your family.”

“Oooh!” Joe grinned in amusement as he came to stand behind you, his lithe, long fingers coming up to gently retrieve the straps from your fingers. As he tied, he wiggled his eyebrows and made eyes at you in the mirror, making you laugh and shake your head. “Sorry, the image…. It was titillating.”

Snorting, you swept your hair back into place when Joe finished, moving his hands to your hips instead, and you could see a mischievous smile on his face as he rested his chin on top of your head. Swaying back and forth gently, he took you with him as you both admired the sundress in the mirror, a satisfied hum leaving your lips. “Not bad.”

“Not bad?” Joe cried out indignantly, not even looking the slightest bit embarrassed when you shushed him. But he lowered his volume anyways, gasping in shock at your declaration of just ‘not bad’ to your outfit. He was definitely more awake now. “Babe, you look hot. I wish I was cross-eyed so I could see how beautiful you are twice.” That got a giggle from you, and you leaned back into him when his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer. “What? You like those corny lines?”

“They are… endearing, I guess,” you admitted, resting your hands on top of his and smiling when he started rubbing circles into your tummy with his thumb.

“And here I was thinking that a pretty girl actually fell for me because of my dashing good looks.” His voice was teasing, clearly not serious, but you still rolled your eyes at the sentiment and turned to face him, draping your arms over his shoulders and running a hand over the back of his hair. Humming in appreciation, he leaned into your touch, smiling fondly down at you and making your heart race the same way it had every day since you’d met him. He watched an amazed smile manifest on your lips, and he raised an eyebrow in question, swaying back and forth with you once more. “What’s wrong? Do I look sick?” When you shook your head quickly and grinned even wider, Joe grinned right back, moving his hands to your back and leaning in to kiss you gently. As he did, he dipped you backwards a bit and murmured against your lips, “My doctor did say I’m lacking some Vitamin U.”

“Oh my god, you ham,” you groaned playfully, ducking away from his kiss and instead receiving a peppering of kisses to your shoulder as one of his hands snuck to pinch your ass playfully. Giggling and relishing in the euphoria of your boyfriend’s attention, you almost didn’t notice the salesperson walk in, but the stink-eye you got from her when you looked over Joe’s shoulder was enough to send you into a flustered state, Joe whining as you slipped out of his arms and hurried back into the fitting room.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked, turning around and meeting gazes with the salesperson, who gave him an identical look that made him let out a quiet ‘oooooh’ before turning back around. “Shit, my bad. Sorry!” Leaning back up against the wall next to the door, he pressed his cheek to the wallpaper, appreciating the coolness against his reddened cheeks as he spoke again. “You’re getting the sundress, right?”

“Uh, fucking duh,” came your quiet reply from the other side of the door, and Joe grinned as he closed his eyes again, waiting for you to change into the next outfit. When you finally emerged in a crop top and shorts, Joe let his sleepy hazel eyes flutter open and subsequently widen. His finger came to his mouth as he turned quickly to see if the salesperson had disappeared, which she had not. So, he bit down on his finger instead, cursing under his breath and making you laugh at his antics as you went out to the mirror again, purposely avoiding the gaze of the worker who wanted nothing more than to kick you both out right now. “What do you think?” you asked, turning and looking at the outfit from multiple angles before catching Joe’s eye through the mirror. He was torn between watching you and eyeing the salesperson warily, but he shuffled over to stand behind you anyways, resting his chin on your head while spreading out his hand and pressing it to your exposed stomach.

“Skinny latte,” he offered, making you laugh as you pulled his hand away and turned to face him, lacing your fingers together.

“Morning skinny, Joe. Morning. Skinny.”

“You should just give up now, I’m never going to remember what the hell morning skinny is,” he admitted, grinning and pulling your hand up to his height so he could press a couple soft kisses to your knuckles. Then, he spun you around in a circle, chuckling when you let out a soft giggle at the movement. “I love the outfit. You always look stunning in everything.”

“Then you are the worst person to bring shopping!” you teased, giving his hand a squeeze before letting go and heading back into the fitting room. He leaned against the door as it clicked shut, shoving his hands in his coat pocket as you continued. “I want to go shopping with someone who’s going to roast me if I put on an outfit that isn’t cute, you know! Not someone who’s going to lie and say I look cute in every single item of clothing I put on.”

“But you do look cute in every single item of clothing you put on!” he countered, pouting a bit when you groaned in response and continued pulling on the next outfit. “I’m serious! You’re a certified model, you can’t look bad in anything! The world envies you!”

There was a moment of silence as you finished pulling on the outfit, and Joe furrowed his eyebrows, quickly standing as the door flew open, revealing you in a gaudy red romper that looked cuter on the hanger than it did on you, or any person for that matter. There was probably a reason it was marked down, after all.

“Then what’s this?” you demanded, Joe biting his lip before a moment to stifle a laugh before reaching out to fix the sleeve a little bit. You saw the smothered smile that he was holding back, and you struggled to hide your own smile at his contagious amusement.

“A sexy fire hydrant?” he attempted, laughing when you rolled your eyes playfully and shut the door on him. “Come on, two out of three outfits is good! You did good!”

“I’m glad you at least didn’t try to hype this one up. I might have cried,” you admitted, biting back your laughter and changing back into your winter clothes again. “But you’re right. Two out of three is good. And I’m fucking starving.”

“Morning skinny not so much fun after all?” Joe snickered, joining you at your side when you finally emerged with the two outfits you’d chosen. When you shook your head, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and squeezed you gently, chuckling at your feigned annoyance. “See, I remembered it then. Where do you want to eat, sweetcheeks?”

“Honestly, IHOP sounds so good right now,” you whined, leaning against his side a little as you headed back out to the registers, thoughts of strawberry crepes and hash browns swirling in your mind.

“Don’t need to go to IHOP to give you that breakfast sausage,” he intoned as he leaned over to press a nonchalant kiss to your head. The double meaning didn’t pass over your head for even a moment, and your jaw dropped as you looked up at him, your elbow digging into his side gently and making him laugh. “It was funny! Come on!”

“You’re filthy,” you muttered, giving him one more glance before you couldn’t help but smile a bit. Keeping your eyes trained forwards, you added, “But it was kind of funny.”

Joe cheered at your admission, lifting a fist and shaking it in victory before pressing another obnoxiously loud kiss to your head. “I’ve tainted you beyond repair! God, this vacation is going to be so much fun.”

“No breakfast sausage jokes on the vacation,” you groaned as you made your way back through the clearance racks, resting your head on his shoulder. “Or any jokes like that, god. If you want to… just say it.”

“Okay, well, that eliminates like…. 90% of my repertoire,” he mused, pouting his lips a little bit as he wracked his brain for new ideas. “Not even a little corn dog action? Only want my meat when I got bread?”

“Who invited you on this trip? Can I cancel my ticket?”

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bentaylorrogerhardy · 6 years ago

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Lily of the Valley - Part 4

Joe Mazzello! x Reader!

Summary: Being a young, single mom that worked full-time was hard. When you weren’t working, you were taking care of your five year old daughter, Lily. You had given up on dating after many failed attempts. That was until after a rough day of dealing with your ex boyfriend, your best friend introduced you to Joe.

Word count: 3,000

Warnings: EVERYTHING. Fluff, angst, cussing, insults, mentions of drinking and drug use, more fluff, mentions of pregnancy, MORE FLUFF.

A/N: I am a PUDDLE AFTER WRITING THIS. I HOPE YOU ENJOY.

(All other parts for this story are in my masterlist in my description!)

“Mommy!” Lily squealed, running out the door of Casey��s house and into your arms, “I missed you!”

“I missed you, too, my angel,” you smiled, holding her close and pecking her cheek, “did you have fun?”

“Uh, huh,” she giggled and nodded, “Aunt Casey’s house is so much fun.”

“Sounds like it,” you laughed, then looked up at Casey standing in the doorway, “thank you so much for watching her.”

“No problem at all,” she smiled back, “so, how was the date?”

“It went really well, actually,” you answered, nodding, “he’s a sweet guy, and cute, and funny.”

“Will there be a second date?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking,

“I hope so,” you said, feeling your cheeks turn red at the thought.

“Ooooh, someone has a cruuuush,” she cooed, causing you to snap back to reality and laugh.

“Okay, let me get out of here. I have to bring Lily to see Chad,” you said, and Casey let out a scoff.

“I know,” you sighed, “but, I told him he could see her today.”

“Mama, let’s go,” Lily whined, tugging at the hem of your shirt. You told Casey bye, then put Lily in the car, then headed to Chad’s house. You pulled into the driveway, the yard cluttered with junk, and weeds growing almost anywhere possible. Typical. You got Lily out of the car and headed up to the door and knocked.

“My girl!” Chad exclaimed when he opened the door, picking Lily up in his arms and kissing her cheek, “I missed you!”

“Hi, daddy,” she giggled, throwing her arms around his neck.

“You could clean up a bit,” you said, gesturing to the messy yard.

“Yeah, well you could do a lot of things, but we won’t go there,” he said, setting Lily down and she ran into the house.

“Okay, Mr. ‘I forgot to pick my kid up from school because I got shit faced the night before’,” you scoffed, shaking your head. “You should be lucky I’m even letting her come over to this pig pen you call a house.”

“You can leave, you know,” he said, going to shut the door, but you stuck your foot out to block it.

“I’ll be by later to get her,” you said.

“Okay. Whatever. Bye,” he said, finally shutting the door in your face. You let out a frustrated groan, then headed back to your car and called Jana.

“Hey, girl, heeeeey,” she said when she answered the phone.

“Are you busy right now?” you asked, turning out of the neighborhood and onto the main street.

“Nope. What’s up?” she asked.

“I just dropped Lily off with Chad and I need some girl time to calm down,” you sighed, “wanna get coffee?”

“Heck yeah,” she said, “I’m on my way.”

---

“What a fucking asshole.” Jana scoffed, shaking her head and proceeding to take a sip of her coffee. You fiddled with the spoon that was sitting in your cup, stirring it around and around until the cup had a whirlpool of coffee.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “I just don’t understand how hard it is to make your house look presentable when you have a five year old.”

“Because he’s Chad, (Y/N),” she stated, “he’s just a dick. Always has been.”

“Guess so,” you sighed, taking a sip of your coffee.

“Anyway, in other news, and much more exciting news. A little birdy told me a certain someone really enjoyed last night and should be contacting you very soon about a second date,” she said, setting her coffee cup down.

“Really?” you answered, blushing yet again.

“But, you didn’t hear that from me,” she said, picking the coffee cup up again and taking a sip. You and Jana had been at the coffee shop for about 30 minutes before your phone started ringing. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard the first ring, then sunk when you saw the caller ID, then let out a frustrated groan, yet again.

“Yes?” you answered, resting your head in your hands.

“Hey, I need you to come get Lily.” Chad said.

“Why? She just got there,” you said. Jana looked on, raising an eyebrow at you in question, and you held up a finger to her.

“Well, something came up, and I have to leave,” he said. You pursed your lips in frustration and slammed a hand down on the table.

“Jesus Christ, you can’t even have her for a whole hour?!” you yelled. “What’s so important that you can’t spend time with her?!”

“Andrew and I are going out,” he said, “I’ll make it up to her another day; she looks miserable here, anyway.”

“I would be, too, if there was nothing for me to do,” you said, “I’m gonna be a minute, so you’ll have to wait.”

“Just come get her,” he sighed.

“Whatever, you piece of shit,” you spit out, hanging up before he could get the chance to say anything back in retaliation.

“Let me guess,” Jana started, “he has plans to go get drunk, or high, or both, with one of his friends, and he needs you to go get Lily.”

“Spot on,” you sighed, “poor Lils.”

“Baby girl doesn’t deserve him.” Jana said, shaking her head. Another 15 minutes went by, and your phone rang again. You let out, yet another, groan, but your mood quickly changed when you saw the caller ID. You turned the phone around and showed Jana.

Joe Mazzello.

“Oh my god,” she practically squealed, “answer!”

“Okay, okay,” you said, taking a deep breath, then answering the phone, “hello?”

“Hey, (Y/N),” Joe said, “it’s me. Joe.”

“Hey!” you smiled, your cheeks turning red, looking at Jana, who was waiting impatiently to find out what was being said. “How are you?”

“I’m good, I’m good,” he chuckled, “how about you?”

“I’m...good,” you said, nodding.

“So...about that second date,” he started, “are you free tonight?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I am,” you said; Jana was growing impatient with excitement, hitting her hand against the table.

“Great,” Joe said, “um...I’ll pick you up around eight-ish?”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you smiled, “I’ll send you my address.”

“Can’t wait, see you then,” he replied.

“Bye,” you said, hanging up the phone, then both you and Jana let out a loud squeal, causing everyone else in the coffee shop to turn around and look at the two of you, but neither one of you cared.

“So, you wanna babysit tonight?”

---

“C’mon, Lily. Time to go,” you yelled to her after arriving at Chad’s, stepping through the doorway and into the house.

“Yeah, you can come in,” Chad scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Shut up,” you said, picking Lily’s bag up off the floor.

“Why?” She asked, walking over to you, head cocked to the side in confusion.

“Daddy has to go somewhere,” Chad said, kneeling down to be eye level with her, “but, you can come over another day, okay?”

“You didn’t even tell her?” you whispered through gritted teeth, looking down at him. He shot you a quick glare, then looked back at Lily.

“Okay,” she sighed, taking your hand, “promise?”

“Of course,” he said, pulling her to him and giving her a hug, then a kiss on the cheek, “I love you, my Lils.”

“I love you, too,” she giggled. The two of you walked back out to your car and you loaded Lily in her seat then headed to your apartment.

“Did you have fun?” you asked her, looking back at her in the rear-view mirror.

“No,” she sighed, looking out the window, “daddy doesn’t have any toys for me.”

“I’m sorry, angel,” you frowned, “I’ll have to talk to him about that.”

“And he didn’t play with me, either,” she said, shrugging.

“I’ll talk to him, okay?” you said, feeling yourself grow angry at Chad, “but, hey! Guess who’s coming over tonight?”

“Who?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Aunt Jana! You remember Aunt Jana, don’t you?” you asked, “she always gets you candy and toys.”

“Yeah!” she gasped with excitement, “I’m so excited!”

“Mommy has to go somewhere again tonight, so she’s gonna watch you,” you said, pulling into your apartment complex and parking.

“Where you going, mama?” she asked as you got her out of the car.

“Out with a friend,” you answered, the two of you walking up to your apartment.

“Is it a booooy?” she giggled as you unlocked the door and stepped inside.

“What’s it to you, nosey?” you laughed, “Yes, it is.”

“Ewwww,” she giggled, and then ran off to her room.

---

“Absolutely not,” Jana said, standing in front of you with her arms crossed, “don’t wear that.”

“What’s wrong with it?” you asked, looking down at the outfit you had tried on; a white and blue striped shirt, short overalls, and brown sandals.

“It’s not...sexy enough,” she said, looking through your closet.

“But, it’s comfortable!” you said, looking at yourself in the mirror, “Lily, what do you think?”

“Boooo,” she said, not even looking up from her iPad as she laid on your bed, giving you a thumbs down.

“See?” Jana said, gesturing to her, then went back to looking through your closet.

“Okay, then you pick something,” you said, sitting down on the edge of your bed in defeat.

“This!” she said, pulling out a black and white striped romper with one hand, and a pair of black heels in the other, “it’s the perfect amount of sexy.”

“But, this is comfy,” you whined, taking the romper and shoes out of her hands.

“Go put it on!” she said, pushing you towards the bathroom. You shut the door behind you then changed into the outfit and walked out.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” she exclaimed, “that’s the one! Lily, what do you think?”

“Pretty!” she squealed, putting her iPad down, crawling to the edge of the bed, “I like it.”

“It’s settled, you’re wearing that,” Jana said. She helped do your hair and makeup, and just as you were finishing up, your phone started to ring.

“Oooooh, it’s Joooooe,” she cooed, handing the phone to you.

“Shut up,” you laughed, taking the phone out of her hand, “hello?”

“Hey, I’m outside,” Joe said, and hearing his voice made your heart flutter.

“Okay, I’ll be right out,” you said, then hanging up the phone. You looked at Jana and took a deep breath.

“You got this!” she said, putting her hands on your shoulders, “go have fun!”

“Okay,” you sighed, then knelt down to Lily’s eye level, “okay, I’m leaving. Be good!”

“Duuuh, I always am,” she said, throwing her arms around your neck and giving you a big hug, “I love you, mommy.”

“I love you,” you smiled, giving her a big kiss. You headed out of the door and down stairs to where Joe was waiting for you.

“Hey,” you smiled at Joe as you stepped into the car.

“Hey,” he smiled back, “you look beautiful.”

“Thank you. You look handsome,” you replied, “so, where are we going?”

“I was just thinking some dinner, sit and talk, get to know each other better,” Joe suggested.

“Great,” you smiled, looking out the window. A few minutes later, Joe pulled up to a nice restaurant and parked the car. He got out, then walked over to your side of the car, opening the door for you, holding a hand out.

“Why, thank you,” you smiled, taking his hand in yours and stepping out of the car. The two of you walked hand in hand into the restaurant, and were almost immediately seated.

“So,” Joe started, “how long have you known David and Jana?”

“I’ve known Jana since high school, and David for only, like, two years,” you said, taking a sip of your water the waitress had brought you, “how do you know David?”

“He helped on the set of the movie I directed a few years ago,” he said, “great guy. Been friends ever since.”

“Oooh, a director?” you asked, raising an eyebrow, “they didn’t mention that.”

“Just a small film, no major motion picture, but still something I’m incredibly proud of,” he said, a smile beaming on his face. You could tell he absolutely loved talking about it, and could see his pride showing through, “but enough about me. I wanna know about you.”

“I’m not anything special,” you shrugged, “just work, work, work. Graduated high school early, went to college, got a nursing degree, now I work at the hospital with two of my best friends.”

“Well, that seems like something special,” he said, focusing on you as you spoke. Yeah, you graduated early, but it was because you had a baby to tend to.

The waitress came over and took both of your orders. You ordered chicken parmesan, while Joe ordered fettuccine alfredo. A few minutes later, she brought the food to your table, and the two of you started eating.

“Jana mentioned it took awhile for you to start dating again,” Joe mentioned, twirling a piece of pasta on his fork, “may I ask why?”

“I guess now’s a good time to get it all out there,” you sighed, setting your fork down.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he said, “I’m just happy I’m the one you chose to go out with.”

“No, no, it’s fine. This way, you can decide if you want to see me again, or run away,” you sighed, then began, “I was 17, in high school. I thought I met the love of my life, Chad, the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with. We were just two kids, crazy in love, hormones running rampid. I...got pregnant, and while I was pregnant, he cheated on me, and me, being a stupid teenage girl, who was scared, and had her whole life planned out with this baby I was carrying, and Chad, I took him back. He apologized, said it was a mistake, told me it would never happen again. I was stupid and believed him. Well, it happened again, and again, and again, and each time, I took him back. The baby came, and I thought it was all...perfect. That’s when the drinking, and the drugs came along. Being young and living in LA, you do stupid shit. I was at my house, taking care of our baby girl, Lily, while he was out doing lines of blow and getting drunk every single night. I finally had enough, ended it with him for good; finished high school, while he dropped out, got my associates degree in nursing, have my own apartment, and raising my five year old all on my own. He still doesn’t have his shit together, and if it was up to me, he wouldn’t even have visitation rights. I went on a few dates up until a few months ago, and every person who I went out with never called back after I told them about Lily. So, I understand if I never hear from you aga-,”

“Why wouldn’t you hear from me again?” he asked, reaching across the table and taking one of your hands in his.

“Because everyone is always scared off. I wanted to give you the option,” you said. He let out a small chuckle and shook his head.

“I really like you, (Y/N), and I want this to go somewhere,” he said, “I’m glad you finally could see you’re worth more than that.”

“Yeah, well, getting cheated on kinda ruins your self esteem for a while,” you laughed slightly.

“Yeah,” he sighed, a sad smile forming on his face, “I, sadly, can relate. My ex girlfriend cheated on me, with my best friend.”

“Oh, Joe. I’m sorry,” you frowned, squeezing his hand, “you don’t deserve that.”

“Neither do you,” he said, “like I said, I want to see where this can go; where we can go.”

“I’m just making sure I’m hearing you right,” you laughed, “I have a five year old, and you’re fine with it, correct?”

“Absolutely,” he said, “let me take both of you out. I’d love to meet her.”

Hearing those words come out of this beautiful mans mouth, you could have melted right in that chair. When the two of you finished eating, Joe paid the bill and you headed out to his car and back to your apartment.

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“This was fun,” he said when the two of you reached your door, taking both of your hands in his.

“It was,” you smiled, “best date I’ve had in awhile.”

“Well, I feel honored,” he chuckled. He let go of one of your hands and brushed a loose piece of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear, resting his hand on your cheek. You gazed into his chocolate brown eyes, and he gazed back at you.

“Um...this may be an odd question, but…” he whispered, clearing his throat, “can I kiss you?”

“Nothing’s stopping you,” you shrugged. In an instant, his lips were crashing against yours and it could have been mistaken for the 4th of July. Sparks, fireworks, everything was flying. You don’t know how long the two of you were left standing there, but when you pulled apart, all you knew is that you wanted nothing more than the feeling of his lips against yours again.

“I’ll call you later?” he asked, starting to walk away, still holding on to one of your hands.

“I’ll be waiting,” you smiled, and his hand finally disconnected from yours as he made his way back to his car. You fumbled with your keys, finally unlocking the door and stepping inside, finding Jana and Lily, passed out on the couch, candy wrappers galore, and Cinderella playing in the background. You quietly made your way to your room as you listened to the soft music from the movie playing.

“So this is love, mmm

So this is love

So this is what makes life divine...”

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laketaj24 · 6 years ago

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Songbook: Erik: Take Me Away

A/N: Heyyy here’s the next installment of The Songbook Series!!! Taglist is open!! Also, I’m trying to get used to my nail length or whatever, so typos are probably strung through out. My Bad. Kind of some domestic fluff, mixed with what the fuck, then smut.

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Song: Daniel Ceasar: Take Me Away

Erik always spoiled her. Mentally reminding her she was the only person that had ever made him settle down. He knew he’d fucked up even if she didn’t do whatever she wanted she got. “Yo, what’s the move?” Erik says moving around their bedroom. He places his shoes at the feet of the bed and awaits Asa to answer.

Asa stands facing the mirror blasting SWV singing into her brush as if she’s a t a concert. “That explains why your love....” Erik grabs the brush playfully. “Hey!”

“Look your imaginary audience can wait for just a minute.” Erik smiles. “You said we were out today. Where we going?”

“Since it’s my weekend to chose, shopping. I want that damn outfit you said was out of our budget but then you went and bought four hundred dollar shoes.”

“I said that it wasn’t in your budget.” Erik said walking out of their room.

Kojack hops on the bed dragging his shoe in his teeth. Asa says nothing laughing as he starts to bite the tongue. “We share a bank account babe, how is it not in my budget?”

“It’s ugly man damn. That outfit ain’t cute!” He yelled from the kitchen.

“You said I could get it when I got back! I’m back and I’m getting it nigga!” She squints her eyes at Kojack. “Your dad is gonna get you.” She reaches for the shoe and he moves further up the bed. “Kojack!” She whispers. “Stop!”

“You gone look a hot ass mess. Get what you want. I ain’t gone stop you.”

“You never told me what happen last week when I left, you out there fucking hoes?”

“Yeah all the hoes.” He says sarcastically. “You ready to go?”

“Almost.” Asa slides into her denim shirt and pants then grabs her boots.

Asa turned to the side admiring her figure, she used to have ass for days. Now it was there but not there but it was aight. Erik didn’t seem to mind the change in her curves. She tossed hr hair into a messy ponytail and dabbed on her lip gloss.

“Aw hell naw!! Asa why you letting him eat my shoes!”

“You bet not whoop him either. I swear to god we gone fight!” Asa ran out the room scooping him up in her arms. “What I tell you about leaving stuff around the house?” She cackled. “Mama won’t let him get you.” The dog growled at Erik as he walked closer and then he stepped back.

“You know what, remember that shit when you want some Kibbles and Bits and yo moms off denying people at the bank.”

The mall isn’t busy and Erik is elated because he was starting to notice too many people pissed him off. He follows behind Asa making fun of her outfits and singing the store music loud. “Ma, do not buy that damn romper. Baby a romper aint for everybody.” Erik strolls through his phone. “but a dress.”

Unknown: Missing me? Like the way that you and your girl matching and shit.

He slides over hitting the red delete button and then slides his phone in his pocket. “How long we gone be in here anyway. Got all these nosey ass people watching us.” He glares at the clerk whose been following them for a few minutes. “Ey, you got a motherfucking problem ma’am?”

The woman ducks back down behind the clothes and Asa pushes him. “They can look all they want to baby. Who am I to judge them for judging me? Plus now it’s gone be hella awkward when we check out.”

His phone vibrates again and he ignores it tossing her some panties in the cart. “You need step it up here lately. I wanna see more ass and less cotton.”

“If you get to buy my underwear then I get to buy yours, I want you to wear some tight white cotton...” She looks up and Erik has walked away from her holding up a peace sign as he waves in and out of the rows. “Where you going?”

“To sit my ass down. Come get me when you done.”

The salon was slow today. Asa dipped her feet in the warm water allowing the jets to spray over her feet. The oils were slick at the bottom of the tub but they were much needed. Erik had left her alone for a while, likely buying shoes and returning the outfit, he hated.

The woman takes the seat next to her, dipping her feet in her water and adjusting the massager. “Oooh girl, that polish is dope!” She pointed to Asa’s fresh set of nails. “I mean beautiful.”

Asa smiles glancing down at her polish. “Thank you honey. My man loves this color.” She paused thinking of the last time she’d got the color. It didn’t take much to turn Weik on and The bubble bath nail color against her skin was a trigger. He’d thrown her around the room pegging her hands behind her back making her beg. She blushed and placed her hand back on the chair. “He’s spoiled somewhat I guess.”

“Lucky him.” She glances at her hand again. “How long have you been with him?”

“Almost four years in a few months.” Asa added up. “Four years, Five months and three days. He said the anniversary is gonna be amazing. I’ll believe it when I see it. His thoughts on amazing contains sports and making me cook.”

“Girl.” The woman laughs with her. “He sounds like a character.”

“Yes, where are you from?” Asa asks watching the little Asian man reach down for her foot.

“Oakland. What about you?”

“Compton.” Asa exhales. “I moved up here and then me and Erik got a house in San Jose to get away.”

“Erik,” she pauses. “Oh shit! Erik Stevens?”

“Yes.” Asa knew everyone knew him. He was always out. Always. “That’s my baby.”

“Small world. I seen him at this party last week!”

“Yes, he told me he went out. One weekend to kick it with Dame and act out.”

“Yes, He was like a celebrity or some shit.”

Asa laughs crossing her arms. “Don’t fill his head up now.”

“Yeah he don’t need that.”

“What’s your name?”

“Malaysia..” Malaysia extends her hand. “I think I’m gonna get that color and see if I have some luck on my man.”

“Hey, baby if the sex gods bless you with what I had you winning.”

Erik sits on the bench with all of her bags waiting. “T, if you let me know what dates I’ll get with my girl and you can stay with us.”

“I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.”

“Man, did I fucking say you were inconveniencing me nigga. I’m opening my doors to you and your girl. Say the date so we can plan?”

“Next month, there is a conference I have to attend in the Americas. Will that be okay?”

“Perfect. We can plan for that.” Erik watches as Malaysia comes out with Asa and they are talking, laughing and acting like old friends. “Fuck.” He hangs up abruptly. He gathers her bags walking towards her. “Baby girl, you ready?”

“Almost, I’m taking Lay number down. Can you believe I just made a damn best friend in the nail salon.”

“Man don’t be conversing with strangers babe.” He whispered watching Malaysia enter her phone number in the phone.

“Erik! You don’t remember me?”

“No clue,” Erik said.

“Come on.” She pushes him playfully.

“Man ma, I don’t know who the fuck you are.” He gave her a smug smile. “But I gotta get my baby out of here. You ready?”

“Yes.” Asa grabbed his arm. “Lay, it was good to meet you! Sorry he’s rude! See you in two weeks babe!”

Erik doesn’t want to argue over her. He doesn’t want to draw extra attention to the fucking not so new mystery bestie so he says nothing as they walk to the car. Asa notices strolling through her phone admiring her nails that for the first time he never complimented. “What’s up with you? Are you mad?”

“Nah, why?” He throws her bags in the backseat opening her door for her and then walks around to the driver’s side of the car.

“Because ever since I left the nail salon you’ve been short with me.”

“Man why did you give her your number? You can’t be going around giving strange ass women your number.”

“Actually, yes the fuck I can. It’s how people become friends truthfully. It won’t hurt talking to her. Fuck the only people I talk to are you, Kojack and my mama. So if I wanna make a fucking friend in the nail salon nigga I will.”

“Whatever.” His mind wondered on the ride home not responding to her. “So, you wanna fuck this girl or something?”

Her mouth dropped in shock. “What! It ain’t even like that Erik! I don’t want her. She just seemed nice.”

“Yeah nice.”

She bit her lip watching him stare ahead. “I can’t believe your ass is jealous of the chick from the fucking nail salon. You think I would cheat on you?”

“You got a fucking number in a nail salon! Shit. Did I come home with numbers? Hell naw, just bags of shit I done bought for a woman trying to holla at lil bitches at the mall.”

“I’ll delete her.”

“Thank you. Shit.”

“But you still ain’t right. And you fucking owe me because I still ain’t got no friends.”

“Owe you?? Aight bet.”

********

“Erik!” Asa’s fingers grip onto his head as he sucks at her clit causing her to shatter for the third time in five minutes. “No more.” She says pushing him with her tiny feet on his shoulders.

Erik nips at the side of her thighs. “Nah ma, you said I owe you. I’m not gone stop until my debt is paid.” He laps at her clit once more dipping his tongue down at her entrance tasting the small drops of her cum running down her. “How many more you got in you.”

“None nigga.” She playfully pushes him from her and climbs up her body peppering kisses on ever inch of her until he meets her breast. He swirls tongue around her brown nipple feeling it grow harder beneath him and then he sucks hard making her arch off the bed and barely bites to add the perfect amount of pressure. His length is pressed up against her straining against his boxers. Erik moves over to beast tugging on her nipple with his thumb and index finger and then twisting sending a sharp pain to her. Asa’s mouth is open and dry as he slaps at them and then worships them once more sucking and biting at them until her body all but explodes into another orgasm.

He snatches her hands from his back and pins them over her head. “I want four more from you. You gone give it to me?”

“No.”

“Uh yeah the fuck you are,” Erik slides off his boxers and he pushes her legs flat against the mattress. “How many?”

“None nigga. This pussy is-“ He slams into her winding his hips and dragging back out. Her legs are immediately weak shaking and wild. Asa meets him with each thrust.

“What about this pussy huh?” Erik says lifting her hips and pushing back into her in a relentless speed. The loud claps of their skin echo throughout the silent house followed by the melodic mewls of pleasure from Asa. Erik grunts biting down on his lip. “This pussy gone give me another one huh? Look at how your body already shaking! Give it to me!”

Asa’s body is on the brink of another one as she feels the ribbons of euphoria breaking through her body. Erik pushes into her once more hitting that perfect spot and she gushes for him. Her cum rushes out and her legs fight to move her from under him so she can breathe. “Oh fuck ma, you missed daddy that bad you crying for him? Huh?” He pins her legs fucking her harder. “Huh!”

“Yes.” She screams hoping he will let up, and he doesn’t rolling her over on him she falls on his chest weak. “Erik please, I’m fucking spent.”

He allows her to lay on his chest before he lines himself back up and slides back in her. He cradles her wrapping his arms around her using his legs to perch her up. “Three more.” He says grinding into her causing the sweetest friction on her clit. That paired with the angle has her floating down from another one in seconds. “Ahhh Yeah, mama gripping that dick huh?” Erik is close dragging his teeth across his bottom lip, slapping her ass. “Two more... give daddy two fucking more.”

Asa sits up on him resting her palms in his chest. She lifts herself up and down allowing him to watch the intrusion. He fucks up into her matching her rhythm until she squirts over him raining down trickles over he arousal with a small scream. Erik grips her waist fucking her relentlessly. Every stroke seems deeper than before and his hips are erratic. “Oh fuck!” He says feeling that zing of pleasure at his stomach and then pulsing through the rest of his body as his hips slam into her and he cums. “Asa, god damn.”

“You got everything you asked for damn it, jealous ass.”

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swearbycare-blog · 6 years ago

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♦️Period Hacks

1) Keep spare panties in a desk drawer at work or in a pouch in your backpack. Leaking blood onto your undies is an inevitability. It's going to happen, you know it's going to happen, so why not prepare and keep a few pairs of good panties (not bad ones you'll dread having to use) in your backpack or desk for when the blood flood comes?

2) Get a heating pad that doesn't require an outlet. Not only does heat feel really nice and cozy, but it stimulates blood flow and lessens pain from cramps. Most heating pads need to be plugged in, but as long as you have access to a microwave in your office kitchen, a hot water bottle doesn't need an outlet to relieve your cramps. There are cute options on Amazon, or you can go DIY, and make your own microwavable heating pad by filling a knee sock with rice and tying off the ends. If you're truly desperate, your hot laptop is basically also a heating pad. Just don't burn yourself.

3) Cut down on coffee. It seems counterintuitive to scale back the caffeine while you're probably at your sleepiest, but your body will be so happy if you do. Caffeine can cause your body to retain more water, resulting in a nasty bloated feeling, and worsen cramps. Don't make things harder than they already are. Just cut out a bit of your daily caffeine.

4) Plan your period snacks ahead of time to make sure you're not going crazy with salt. Another thing that makes your body retain more water is salty foods, which you probably crave while you're on your period and your body feels like it's falling apart. Save yourself from the tempting pull of cravings by actually giving snack prepping a shot the week of your period. Some good things to include in those snacks are fatty nuts like almonds, oranges, bananas, and a lil bit of dark chocolate.

5) Use meat tenderizer to save the undies and jeans you thought you ruined. You may think you ruined your pants, but you did not actually ruin your pants. Verified clean person Jolie Kerr has a lot of great tips for getting bloodstains out of things (and almost all of them involve things you definitely already have at home). Meat tenderizer powder (not the spiky hammer thing) is cheap and especially good for getting out old, set-in bloodstains — like the ones you get when you have your period on your undies at work or school, and can't immediately take them off and rinse them in a public sink. Kerr recommends sprinkling the stain with tenderizer, adding enough water that a paste forms, letting it sit and soak for 20 to 30 minutes, and then rinsing with cold water before washing.

6) Go for a light jog, or, like, at least take a good walk. I know. I know the last thing you want to do when your uterus feels like it's trying to claw its way out of your body is go running. When you exercise, your body releases endorphins, a hormone that makes you feel good. Those endorphins can counteract the bad hormones that give you cramps (prostaglandins). To make running a bit easier so you're not squatting on the sidewalk every half mile (something I have 100 percent done), try taking a single painkiller about half an hour before your run.

7) Up your iron levels by eating lots of spinach and kale. The reason you might find yourself salivating at the thought of a red, juicy steak when you're on your period is because your iron levels could be a tad low. Instead of reaching for a greasy burger, which will only make you feel even more like garb, try other iron-rich foods like spinach and kale.

8) Use gauze and toilet paper to make a DIY pad. Because periods can't actually be tracked and are unpredictable little jerks, there will be times in your life when you need to fashion your own pad out of easily accessible, non-period items. As Jezebel advises, you can make a more absorbent pad with toilet paper and gauze, which is included in most first aid kits (and your office or whatever restaurant or store you're at when danger strikes should have a first aid kit). Wrap the gauze in toilet paper, then take another strip of toilet paper and affix the mini gauze pad to your panties by wrapping it around the pad and your underwear. This is key because it'll keep the contraption from slipping around to your butt, instead remaining of beneath your period-y vagina.

9) Go to bed an hour earlier. Not only will this counteract the effect cutting back on caffeine has on your body, but your body is doing a shit-ton of work menstruating and whatnot. Since I doubt you can just sleep in an extra hour (this should be allowed TBQH), going to bed a bit early is the best way to combat period sleepies.

10) Start taking painkillers two days before your period starts. Prostaglandins are the hormones that spike a couple of days before your period to trigger your body into its menstrual cycle, so that's why you probably experience cramping before the blood ever shows up. You can lessen the actual period cramps by taking painkillers ahead of time — don't wait until you're in a ball on the floor. Stay ahead of the pain. Ride the crest of the wave.

11) Eat some dark chocolate. It'll taste good, feel good, and dark chocolate (good dark chocolate, ideally 65 percent cacao) contains magnesium, which helps fight cramps.

12) Masturbate (or just have period sex). This doesn't work for everyone, but a lot of women say orgasms actually help alleviate cramps because it sends a huge rush of blood to your lower abdomen and releases oxytocin, which can help your uterus relax (aka stop cramping like crazy).

13) Boil ginger in your hot water tea. Ginger looks disgusting (just my opinion) but works wonders for a lot of period-related things. You already know it helps with nausea (that's why ginger ale is the big go-to drink when you're sick), but it can also help reduce inflammation and pain that makes cramps feel worse. To make ginger tea, get some ginger root at the store, peel the skin off, cut it into little pieces, and boil those little pieces in the water you use to make hot tea. Mint or lemon tea is a good option for your ginger water — steer clear of anything with caffeine, like black or green tea.

14) Stay off the scale. Do yourself a huge favor and don't weigh yourself on your period. Water retention and weight fluctuation typically wanes off throughout your period, but the last thing you need when you're already grumpy and bleeding is to be tricked by your body into thinking you put on weight. Don't do it. Just don't!

15) Don't even think for a second about wearing your tight jeans. You're already uncomfortable, so why torture yourself by squeezing your bloated tummy into your tightest of jeans? I wish we could all just wear potato sack rompers while on our periods, but no one has invented that outfit yet. So in the meantime, try wearing that big, flowy dress you have in your closet or those trendy sweatpants that are somehow acceptable to wear to work now. Don't put stiff denim on your lower half during this trying time.

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tomfreakinghollandneedsaoscar · 6 years ago

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Wingman's | Sweet Pea Imagine.

After your dad yelled that the door was for you, you slowly but surely leave your bedroom. Knowing it's Friday night and was planning on being wrapped like a burrito for the entire night, you whisper, "who is it?" when you get behind him.

"God damnit y/n! You can't just sneak up me like that!" Your father bends his knees and puts his head down, putting one hand over his chest and steadying himself by using door frame. "Yeah y/n." walking inside your home,you step away from your dad and look up at your best friend. "You can't do that to your poor old man." Kevin has a cheesy grin on his face. You know it's because you can see him holding onto someone's hand and still knowing what buttons to push at the worst times. "Don't call me old man Kevin, I'll beat your ass and face into each other." Pulling his hand, the mystery hand has an entire body. You aren't suprised to see Fangs.

"Can you do it that after the party?" Kevin asks as he sends you a wink. Your father just nobs his head, mumbles some cuss words and goes back to the kitchen for his late night snack. "The party? What party?" Fangs looks at you as he tires to hide everything he wants to do and say. He slaps your best friends shoulder for just standing and let's go of his hand. "I am! Right now!"

"I'm not going to a party." Kevin looks at you, looks at Fangs, looks and points at you, "that's why I had to wait for the last minute to tell her! I knew she was gonna say no!" You shurg your shoulders as if you are saying guitly. "Still saying no. Besides, I will feel like I'm thrid wheeling and being a mood kill-"

"Oh shut up, y/n." Fangs opens his mouth for the fist time. "You are coming. You will have fun with your favorite couple." Careful with his words he adds, "and maybe some new friends." Kevin on the other side doesn't think before screaming, "and maybe get some diiiick!" He lowers his voice to tell you to go back to your room and says he will meet you in there. He turns sharply to Fangs with excitement and horror in his eyes. "This better work." Trying to calm him down so he stays forcus, Fangs hands him kisses him on the check. "We fucking got this." Kevin keeps his mouth, not wanting to say that he is gonna be the greatest wingman and best friend tonight.

You nearly cry at the sight of your house getting smaller and smaller as Kevin drives away. At least he let you bring your favorite oversized hoodie so you could be comfortable in the car ride. "Hey y/n?" Turning your attention to Fangs who looks uncomforable from having to turn his body sideways, you can't help to laugh. He might look like a dough guy for wearing a leather jacket all the time, but you know him as a teenage boy. "You look fucking great."

"Thanks-"

"Like always, y/n." Keving knows you and fully know that you don't go to parties unless it's a Birthday party, you know someone, and there's free food. "Get used to hearing shit like that all night long from guys. Not guys that are my boyfriend. Or gay. They will be all fighting for yours truly." He hears your laugh again as he smirks at Fangs.

When he parks infront of the trailer park, for a quick second you feel stupid for almost asking why. There's cars and people everywhere. "Is this a birthday party for everyone in Riverdale?" Fangs laughs at your comment as Kevin playfully rolls his eyes. "I love how you are so you." Still in shock, you don't notice that he is holding his arm out to you until he steps onto your floral white dr martins that are your babies. "Kevin, I'll seriously beat your ass and face into eachother if you do that ever again." As he reapones with a "father like daughter", you notice that Fangs is mouthing something to someone. You follow his glaze and run behind Kevin. "You didn't tell me that sex god on legs was gonna be here!" Kevin is so glad you can't see his huge smirk that almost covers his mouth when he says, "oh wait really? Not really shock. Looks like everyone is here for the party. Like what you said before-"

"I know what I said!" You hit the back of his head, pulling over your shoulder to see that Sweet Pea is now looking straight at you. You let out a loud, "fuck me fuck!" when eye contact was made. You try to block out both of the boys unstopping laughing as you breathe in and turn Kevin around to face you. "I know that you know that I have bad fucking high school girl crush on him!" He nobs his heard, thinking about how once you said, "is he real?" when Sweet Pea walked up to you guys to steal Kevin really fast. He can't blame you, he is the perfect bad boy to your good girl. Once he even catch a glimpse of your wattpad reading list and saw who knows how many stories with the words, 'bad boy' in the title.Now he is on a mission to make this fanfiction become real life. "Oh come on, y/n! Have fun a lil for once and stop being so shy and make some awesome memories." By the look on your face and how fast you get lost into a crowd, he knows he probably shouldn't have said that. Before he can go closer to Fangs, Sweet Pea runs between the two. "Could've said thank you but okay." Fangs puts a arm around Kevin and starts walking. "Maybe you should just shut up for once and see what happens."

Even if you are standing near a firepit, far enough so no one stops drinking or making out to notice you, you regret that you didn't take off your hoodie in the car. Making sure no one is looking, you pull down your romper as extra procetion before taking off your head. "Uh, need help with that?" It's might be covering your entire face, but you tell who it is by their voice. "Umm..." you wiggle your arms randomly, "no? I'm just trying out the new fashion look." Laughter and footsteps come closer to you. You stand there, eyes closed and wishing you could click your shoes together and go home. "Can you please take off your hoodie?" After a few seconds, you whisper, "you want me to take my clothes off?"

"What? No-I mean-what?" As he is falling over his words, you don't help his case when you finally pull the hoodie over your head and make eye contact. This time you have no one to hide behind. "I meant to say no.No." He smiles slighty at how you cover your mouth with hold in your laugh. Looking down at your clipped fingernails, you look up at him through your eyelashes to see that he was already looking at you. "Can I ask you something, y/n?" A giant grin that probably looks creepy, you nearly yell,"You know my name?" you ask, wanting him to say it again. And again. "Yeah I do." He gives you a confused look, making you want to keep your mouth shut for the rest of the night. "I thought I was asking the question though?"

"Right. Sorry. Ask."

He thinks last week during lunch when he told Fangs he needs to stop thinking and have a party. School has been...school. He only goes to first period a couple of minutes early to get the sit behind yours. Sure, you guys have small talks like, "here you go." when you turn around to hand over paperwork that needs to be passed around. He asked you for the date and you thought he was asking for a date with you so you said, "today." Once he started playing with your hair since it was so long that it would accidentally go all over his desk. You couldn't speak. He hopes you never cut your hair, but does wish you would stop getting hair everywhere.

"Are you having fun?"

"Yes?" He nudges you in the shoulder, telling to continue answering. "To be honest, I would rather be home."

"Why?" Scared that he might judge you, you just say, "Kevin and Fangs-" he cuts you off, putting his hand into yours. "Did they say something?" There is much emotion in his face that him coughing doesn't help him cover up his voice becoming high pitch. "Of course they said something." He is so scared that they fucked up his plan. He wanted you to come so bad. He doesn't wasn't want to scare you off and find out he was in too deep while you were just...being you.

"They never shut up!" He laughs off his some of his worries and shakes his head. "Are you at least you came to the party?" As you question yourself if you said yes a million times, you notice his hand is still in yours. How could you not notice? It's so easy to be around him. Yes, you have told Kevin that Sweet Pea looks like a sex god on legs whenever you two make eye contract or he is just breathing, but now it's you two actually talking. "Yeah I guess...but I gotta say, this party sucks if I think about how I could still be at home." He starts to learn against a brick wall, looking down at you as you blush. "Damn y/n, don't hurt my feelings like that."

"Wait what?"

"This is my party. I told everyone to bring everyone. I personally made sure I told Kevin and Fangs to bring you... like twenty times probably. And it worked." He learns his head down, your foreheads touching. "I am really happy you are here with me."

"Me too." Smiling like idiots, he starts guiding you into the direction of his trailer. "Hey Sweet Pea? Can I ask a question?"

He turns back to you and stops walking which makes you go face first into his chest. While he laughs, he says, "you just did babe."

"Did-did you just me babe? Wait shit! That's not my question! My question is why didn't you invite me yourself?"

He starts smiling again, announcing out loud that he was nervous too and knew Kevin would be a great wingman,with Fangs by his side.

And he was right.

So was Fangs. Kevin just watched and shut up...but he couldn't hold in a "fuck yes bitch" when he saw Sweet Pea holding his front door for you.

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Hope you guys liked it and didn't notice any misspelling or errors if they are any.

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catsdaydreams · 7 years ago

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Return of the King

Chapter 1 of Positive. This is an AU where Kendra(MC) never goes to Cordonia, Liam never actually tells her he is a Prince, and he loses his virginity at his bachelor party, with Kendra.

Catch up Here.

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I tend to keep all of my MC names the same for the books, so TRR MC will always be Kendra, because its an Alternate Universe of the same story. Ya feel?

Also timeline for y’all because my TRR timeline looks a lil different: I have always thought social season = 1 year. Engagement tour = 6 months, but of course our king has duty’s so there is a 3-4 month lapse between the end of the social season and the beginning of the Engagement tour. There’s also a 6 month period between the boys in New York and the start of the social season. This is the same for all of my TRR AU’s unless specifically stated otherwise.

So, the crew would be in New York Roughly 2 and a half years AFTER the first time they meet MC.

I rolled in annoyance as my alarm went off again. 6 am every day, I got up and got ready to go to work. It had been over 2 years since I had last stepped foot into the bar that I had met Liam in, choosing instead to opt for a job with a more comfortable wage, but less flexibility. I let the silence of the morning seep into my soul as I packed two lunches. One for me, and one with much smaller portions.

I walked across my small town home and peeked into my sons room. He stood in his crib waiting, a big smile plastered onto his face showcasing the adorable dimples on either cheek. “Good morning, Cadence.” I smiled. His tiny hands griped the side of his crib as he peered at me excitedly, waiting for me to pick him up and let him out. “Mama!” He squealed, his young voice dragging out the word, as a toddler often does.

I put him on my hip as I turned and grabbed his outfit for the day, a light romper and a pair of tiny sneakers. “Are you ready to go bye bye? We’re going to go see your friends at daycare!” I asked, as I pulled on the last of his clothes. He excitedly ran for the door, trying and failing to turn the knob.

I grabbed our food for the day and my coffee and helped him down the stairs and into my car, strapping him into his car seat.

Two years ago after I had learned I was pregnant with a strangers baby, one who had to return home for an arranged marriage, I panicked. I waited until I could see a doctor and heard the undeniable heart beat before I called my dad in tears and explained the situation.

My father and I both tried for the duration of the pregnancy to locate Liam, but to no avail. I couldn’t remember the country he claimed to be from any longer, and he had no face book, left no email or phone number, I had no way to track him down. I had resigned to being a single parent with the father never knowing he had a child out there, and once the baby came, I no longer cared.

Delivery and pregnancy both were relatively simple, and I gave birth to a healthy 8 lbs little boy at 2 in the morning on August 18th. He shifted my entire perspective. Being a mother was hard enough, but being a single mother proved to be impossible without some form of help. My dad moved into the city to help me keep an eye on him overnight while I worked, but it was blaringly obvious that I needed a better job.

So I searched, finally landing a paralegal job at a large firm in the city. The hours were long, and the work was tedious. But it allowed me to have nights and weekends with my son, and give me enough money to get into a house with a yard and afford daycare. I was okay on my own, and I didn’t mind much that I was alone as I didn’t have to argue with someone on how to raise my child, or have to compromise on behavior. My life was actually pretty spectacular.

I dropped my son off at daycare and pulled into work with just enough time to clock in a few minutes early. I sat down inside of my cold grey cubicle, pictures of my father, Cadence and I littering the walls and attempted to eat what was supposed to pass as a breakfast sandwich

“Hey Kendra!” I heard Shelby’s overly excited voice from the other side of the thin wall. I internally groaned. Shelby meant well enough, but she was a horrible gossip and spent more time talking than she did working. Her blonde hair was pulled into a slick ponytail as she rounded the corner into my cubicle. She adorned an abstract colorful shirt paired with sleek grey pants, and her brown eyes were alight with excitement.

“Hey Shel.” I said, trying to enjoy what was left of my breakfast, “Have you heard the news!!” I sighed placing down my sandwich and turning to face her, bracing myself for whatever longwinded story was about to come from her mouth. “What news?” I asked flatly, though she didn’t seem to notice. She squealed excitedly shoving her phone in my face, “The King of Cordonia is here on his engagement tour! He’s so cute!” She said, her phone pulled up to a TMZ article. “You realize he’s engaged yeah?” I pointed out with a laugh as I scrolled through the article. My interest peeked as I recognized the countries name.

My heart froze as I realized why the name was familiar. Liam! He had been from Cordonia! I quickly handed back her phone as I powered on my own computer. “What is it?” She asked, sensing the change in my demeanor. “Cadence’s dad. I just remembered, he was from Cordonia too!” She gasped, “No way! What a coincidence, Cadence looks just like this guy too, let me show you a picture of King Rys.” I attempted to ignore her as I pulled up the search engine, but the smiling blonde immediately drew my attention.

“There’s no way.” I breathed, staring at a picture of Liam. It was certainly his face, but his eyes held a coldness I didn’t recognize/ I grabbed my jacket and my lunch, “Shelby I have to go. Cover for me?” I said over my shoulder as I raced out of the office. I pulled up any information I could about the Kings visit, according to TMZ he and the other tour members showed up last night, and were seen at the very same bar we had met at.

Hes looking for me, I realized with a start. I then headed over to the bar to see who had been on shift last night. My old manager was there when I stepped inside, “Kendra! My good friend, I was just about to call you!” I frowned. Ymir hated me, and nothing brought him more joy than my two week notice. I peered at him apprehensively, as he fished a note from behind the bar. “Here! This is from your friend with lots of money. You should bring him back around here again, they all tip very well.” He said, his Spanish accent contorting the words.

I shook my head, now I get it. Liam must have left a note for him to get in touch and Ymir wanted his business, he thought I could probably bring them all back. I mumbled a thanks as my hands shook as I opened the envelope. I expected a phone number, or address. Instead there was an invitation for the United Nations party tonight.

A sticky note was attached, written in Liam’s scribbled writing.

By now I am sure that you have realized why I had an arranged marriage, I would like to see you again if you are in New York and I beg for your audience tonight. ~Liam.

Later that night I paced the apartment, waiting for my dad to arrive to watch Cadence for the night. I debated on bringing him with me. His green eyes peering through his un-tame able blonde locks. No, I decided. I wasn’t ready for that. I wasn’t ready to share my little bug. “Vroom vroom” He said, with a big smile holding his truck up to me.

“Yes, bugga, vroom vroom!” I said with a laugh, as I ran the truck back and forth over our rug. His ever present beam filled my heart with an inexplicable joy. A resounding knock came from the door, interrupting our play. I crossed the living room and opened the door, greeting my father.

“Hey Daddy.” I said, welcoming him with a hug. “Pop pop!” I heard my sons shrill call of joy as he raced around my legs and into his grandfathers open arms.

“So, have you decided if you are going to tell him tonight or not?” My father said, cutting to the chase. He was nothing if not a blunt man, I suppose I got it honest. “No.” I replied. “What if he tries to take him? He clearly has the means too.” I said, resuming my pacing. My dad blocked my path and grabbed my shoulders. “And what if he doesn’t? Doesn’t this man deserve to know he has a son? Doesn’t he deserve to share the same joy that you have just from knowing him?”

I pouted at him, but I knew he was right. It would be wrong of me to keep this secret from Liam. I knew in my heart what the right thing was to do, but as I watched my son play on the rug, his little heart so full of innocent and joy; I thought about the possibility of having him taken from me and it felt so soul crushing. To not be there for his sleepy greeting, or his sloppy kisses, or to watch him discover the joy of life and remind me that there was more to this world than I could see. It was terrifying.

The Uber outside honked. I frowned at my dad, “I told him you would likely need a ride.” My dad said with a shrug. He had known I was getting cold feet even without talking to me. “Sly old coot.” I said, as I grabbed my jacket and made my way to door. He smiled, my son in his arms as they both waved at me, “Say bye bye, mommy.”

“buh-bye!”

The ride to the UN party only allowed for me to stew in my fears longer. The car pulled around to the front of the party, where press stood documenting each guest. I smoothed out my lavender floor length tulle dress as I stepped out. Feeling the weight of my dangling fake crystal earings sway with the movement. My chocolate colored hair was wrapped into an elegant bun, and my make up was soft, aside from the sharp winged liner on my eye lids.

I kept my eyes on the door as I approached and produced my invitation to the people at the door. They nodded me through, not giving me much time to process if I wanted to turn around. My heels clicked on the smooth marble floor beneath me as I took in the sight before me. Walking through a 2nd set of open ornate double doors. People of all walks of life mingled as the soft music played. circular tables were strewn about decorated with beautiful cream table cloths and gold roses.

I realized quickly not to touch anything, as I probably couldn’t afford it. I searched the room quickly, but didn’t see Liam. I found the place holder that had the same number on it as my invitation and took my place at the table, noting the empty five seats around me. A server brought me a glass of white wine and I sipped on it slowly.

The crowd finally began to be seated as it neared to less than five minutes before the appetizers were brought out. There were numerous speeches none of which I cared to pay attention to, sinking further into my wine. There were two boys, and three other girls seated at the table with me, all of them speaking a language I didn’t know.

At one point one of the men turned and attempted to ask for my name in english, to which I simply smiled and nodded my head as if I didn’t understand. He quickly abandoned his attempt and resumed talking to his friends. My anxiety was high, I was surrounded by food I couldn’t afford, a language and people I didn’t know, and my gracious host was no where to be found.

An hour dragged by, the meal finished and servers dragged the tables to the outer rim to make a dance floor, which most of the populous took full advantage of. One of the men seated at my table even began break dancing. I snorted into my wine, feeling the warm buzz of intoxication. A hand entered into my vision field, outstretched.

I looked up and felt my stomach leap into my throat. Liam.

“Care to join me for a dance?” He said, hand waiting. I frowned and pulled my arms closer to my chest. “Bold move for an engaged King.” I seethed. I hadn’t realized how angry the whole situation made me until I saw him. Here he was, not a care in the world, and the last few years had been rough for me. I spent countless nights without sleep, comforting my loving son through his sickness, his teething, his injuries. I loved my son very much, but parenting was hard, and I had done it alone. And here he was enjoying balls and feasts, with all the money in the world.

He was royal, and I was not, and he had no clue about Cadence and it left me wondering what his motives were in inviting me to this party in the first place. I took a long sip of my wine. He frowned at me, “It’s just a dance, I didn’t mean any harm.” He said, settling into the seat next to me. “What’s wrong?” He stated quietly.

I rolled my eyes, the alcohol spurring the anger, “I know the deal was no contact information but you could have at least said, ‘Hey, by the way, I’m a king.’ On the ferry ride back to your taxi.” I said sarcastically. He nodded, “ah.” He said, taking a sip of champagne. “You’re angry I didn’t tell you I was a prince. Would you have changed the terms then? Used our bedding as leverage to extort money? Or just bragging rights?”

I turned to him, eyes wide as I noted his dark expression. Anger laced through his voice like a striking cobra, directed at me. “Excuse you Liam. I just don’t like being blindsided.” I huffed, “I’m not sure who you think you are talking to with that tone, but it sure as hell isn’t me.”

Liam sat in silence for a moment, “King Liam.” he corrected before he stood abruptly, “I need you to come with me, I have something I need to discuss with you.” He said coldly. I scoffed at him, “I’m not going anywhere with you.” Rage and pain coarsed through me. I was hurt at his implication, but also felt the familiar tinge of guilt. He was right, together we were just Kendra and Liam, why should it matter now if he had been a prince. We both knew what we were getting into when we agreed on a week and then never speaking again.

So why did it feel like such a betrayal, an intrusion on something private. Something ours. “It’s a legal matter.” He said, his eyes burning. My heart quickened, as I stood to follow him. There was no polite outstretched hand, or elbow as I was accustomed to with Liam. He was angry, and I understood his thought process. His title shouldn’t matter unless I wanted to use it for personal gain.

I followed him out of the ballroom and down twisting and turning hallway before he hesitated on a door handle. “Liam” I said, pulling on his elbow, “I’m sorry, you’re right. It shouldn’t matter what your title is. It just startled me to find out from the media instead of you. It felt like...like an intrusion. A betrayal.” I said. Liam and I had promised long ago to just be forward with our feelings, and I hoped that he still understood that.

He ran a hand through his hair, “Sorry, it’s habit for me to watch myself around people. Everyone always wants something for you, rarely do they want you.”

My expression softened, “Liam, I wanted you. I hate that you had to go, but I understood. I wish things had been different.” I admitted. Liam smiled, “In a different life, perhaps you would be on this tour with me.” He said, his eyes twinkling as he opened the door.

“But in this life, you are not. Which means, I need you to sign this.” He said walking to a side table as I realized we were in a suite. He pulled papers and a pen from the side table, and handed them to me. I looked over it, but in my drunkenness I couldn’t focus long enough to understand it. “What is it?” I slurred. Liam gave me a sad smile. “It is a Non-disclosure agreement. It prevents you from being allowed to discuss our time together, or go to the press.”

I frowned, “Right, of course.” I said, sitting to keep my balance. Liam sighed, “how much have you had to drink.” The irratation from earlier made its reappearance. “Don’t patronize me, King Liam.” I said, pouting.��“You always were a lightweight,” he muttered clearly annoyed. “Hey whats your malfunction.” I said, my words biting. He gave me a pointed look.

“You can’t sign a legal document while intoxicated. It would get thrown out in the court.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “here, just write down your address and I’ll drop it off in the morning. I noticed you moved.” He said. “Yeah, I needed the space for...” I trailed off. I couldn’t tell him about Cadence, I didn’t have it in me. Liam cocked his head, “a dog.” I lied.

I then realized that if he saw my house the chances were high he would see Cadence too and I wasn’t ready. My brain knew I would have to tell him eventually. But not right now. I sat at the edge of the bed as I pondered what lie I could give him to keep him from asking for my address. I could fake sobriety, but he would see right through it. My mind kept spinning while Liam sat quietly and studied me.

I looked up at him through my lashes, deciding to derail the subject completely the only way I could think too through the wine filled haze. “What are you staring at?” I asked. He was leaning against the bedpost. “You are still the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.” He said wistfully. I frowned, deeply, but couldn't keep the blush off my cheeks. “Liam, arranged or not, you are still an engaged man.” He let out a bark of a laugh. “Yes, but no.” He explained. He motioned around the room. “This is my suite, do you see any of Madeline’s clothes in here?” I stared at him.

He chuckled, “Things are different in Cordonia, political marriages are allowed to be open, so long as both partners agree. Madeline has made it very clear she has no desire to pursue a romantic relationship.” he sighed. “It appears she has a romantic connection to someone at court already.” I stood, unsure of how I wanted to proceed. I wanted to stay, but I knew I should head home.

Liam had only brought me there to sign legal paperwork, and yet my gut told me there was more. Perhaps Liam was forcing himself to be extra cold, I couldn't tell, the wine impairing my senses and I had also never seen him in this setting. I stood, and brought our chests together, “does that mean its okay if I-” He leered down apprehensively, “Kendra what are you doing?” He said cutting me off. Yet he didn’t move.

I peered up at him, “Do you miss it at all?” I asked lust lacing my voice as I remembered the week we spent pent up in my apartment. I hadn't touched anyone since, and I had the sneaking suspicion he hadn’t either. “Miss what?” He asked, still not moving away from me. I could have imagined how he seemed to almost lean into me. I smiled at him through my thick lashes, and pulled on his lapels. “The way we felt together, skin on skin.” I said, lightly breathing.

He was definitely leaning into me, “We shouldn’t.” He said, his voice suddenly deeper. I frowned, “I’m sorry.” I said beginning to lean back. He put his hands on my hips and kept me flush against him. “Don’t be. I really do need you to sign the NDA.” He said huskily. I nodded, “I will.” He studied my face for a moment before bringing his head down to kiss me.

His kiss was soft, and sweet. His lips pressing on mine gently, and I could feel my knees weakening as I melted. He gently pressed me onto the bed. I could see the hint of a smile on his lips, and I could feel his quickly forming erection through his pants.

I moaned at the touch, he groaned, “I love it when you moan.” He breathed. “Can you stay tonight?” He said, kissing into my neck. I nodded, “I have to send a text.” I said, pulling my phone above my head, away from Liam’s gaze, as he planted kisses down my neckline. He pulled my dress down my hips and off by the straps as I giggled and let my dad know not to wait up for me. His response was almost immediate.

Condoms, Kendra. Cadence doesn’t need siblings.

I snorted, locking my phone and putting it face down on the nightstand. Liam looked at me hungrily, “I miss your body. I miss your laugh, I didn’t realize how much I missed you Kendra.” Liam muttered pressing kisses up my stomach. He rolled off the bed and pulled a shirt from his luggage.

I looked at him confused as he handed it to me. He smiled, “I haven't seen you in almost 2 and a half years, and we aren't doing this while you’re drunk.” He said, dropping his voice and laying next to me.

I agreed and we layed together comfortably, catching each other up on our lives, minus Cadence of course. I would tell him soon, just not yet. We laughed, and talked, and reminisced for hours, finally falling asleep tangled in each others arms.

#choices #liam x mc #pregnant #baby #the royal romance #trr #choices stories you play #fanfic

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meepface · 6 years ago

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sorry i have a lot to say

Have you been disappointed in the past three days?

yeah but i’m a tough bitch and i got over it

What will you be doing in the next 2 hours?

i’m going tf to sleep i have work at 9 am

Is your birthday in February, October, or May?

Do you have a good relationship with your ex?

we don’t talk anymore but i wish nothing but the best for her always

Are you someone who hates to read?

no absolutely not i love reading so much i wish i had more time to read

Who did you last get high with?

either my boyfriend or my friend emily i can’t remember

Does your mother have a sister? If so, what’s her name?

no she has a brother named scott

When was the last time you had brownies?

my bf and i got a brownie at tiff’s treats one night like two weeks ago and it was pretty fucking good

What does your last text in your inbox say from a girl?

it was my coworker telling me she can’t take my shift tomorrow that i’m really tryna get out of. smh

At what age do you want to have your first child?

oof, i don’t even want to think about that yet. i don’t think i’ll even consider that until i’m in my thirties

Do you ride a bus regularly?

when school’s back in i probably will ride the campus busses

Does/did your school require uniforms?

Do you live alone?

nah i live w my parents & my brother but i wanna live alone :/

When was the last time you were out of your home town?

today my mom and brother and cousin and i road tripped to a small lil town bc we were taking my cousin back home after he visited us all weekend

If you had to eat breakfast tomorrow morning, what would you eat?

a breakfast taco from my favorite taco trailer with some avocado on top would be so lovely !!

Have you ever touched a cow?

yes

Is there a particular race that you find more attractive than another?

nah

Have you ever had a churro?

yes they are very good !! there’s a really good churro place where i live & i wanna take everybody i know there at least once

What’s the next movie you’ll watch in theaters?

hopefully mamma mia 2 or christopher robin. i also just watched blackkklansman with my bf and it was so good that i’m probably gonna see it again

Are you part of an organization that helps out other people [in any way]?

yes actually !! i just signed up to be a social media director for a local LGBTQ+ safe space and i am v excited to work for them this fall semester!!

Where was the last place you went shopping?

i went to H&M w my brother & my cousin !! i wanted to buy this cute dress and this floral romper but i need to save so i couldn’t :/

Who was the last person you gave money to?

omg this is a story but basically my bf always tries to pay for our meals when we go out and i don’t want him constantly paying so i gave him $20 and wouldn’t let him give it back so he kept it and then we were hanging out in my car and he snuck it into my glove compartment and then i snuck it into his backpack when i was at his house one night and then we were working together and he bought something from my register and ‘tipped’ me the same $20 bill and then i fucking LOST IT and then a week later i was at work and some customer tipped me a $2 bill and i got the idea to add a 0 after the 2 so it would be a $20 bill and i gave it to him and he thought it was the most romantic thing and he keeps it in his wallet now. i love him

Do you plan on dressing up for Halloween this year?

of course i do !! my friends and i are having a vine themed halloween party and i am very excited for it

Do you pay with cash, credit/debit, or checks most often?

debit pretty much always

Have you ever slept in the same bed with the last person you kissed?

yes i have and it’s my favorite thing in the world and i get to do it again friday night and maybe saturday night too!!!!!!!

Would you ever be a stripper?

i don’t think i have the confidence

Is there a guy that knows a lot about you?

yes !!

Do you still talk to the last person you kissed?

yes we talk every day !!

Do you think anyone has feelings for you?

yes & i am so grateful :)!!!

If you were in the hospital on life support, would the last person you kissed visit you?

oh absolutely. whenever i was in the ER w really bad food poisoning my bf called out of work and was going to drive like an hour to get to me and was spamming me w things i should do to make me feel better all day and i have never had someone care about me that much in my life

It’s 2 in the morning and you get a text message, who is it most likely?

my bf bc he never sleeps lmao

Are you good at giving directions?

yes actually i’m pretty good w that!!

Ever cried while you were on the phone with someone?

yeah for sure

Did you cry from a text last night?

nope

Can you count your serious relationships on one hand?

yeah i’ve had two that i would consider serious, my current one being one of them

Where did you get the shirt you’re wearing right now?

forever 21 i think

Do you know anyone with the same name as you?

spelled differently but yes

You can get a puppy or a new car. Which do you choose?

puppy !! i am v happy w my car and i love puppies

Do you wear a belt with every pair of jeans?

i pretty much have to

Everyone has that one relationship they would do over & change something right?

idk. i think everything happens for a reason but i think there are some things i would change about it. not to change what happened though

Do you have a hard time letting go?

i guess so

#like if ya read #long post #about me

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thesimpanions · 5 years ago

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⭐️ N E W V I D E O ⭐️ The Sims 4 | PASSIONATE ASTROLOGER 🪐 | CAS & lookbook + CC Links

Hey there! Today we're creating Amie, a sim who has been passionate about astrology ever since she was a teenager! ♥

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bomberqueen17 · 3 years ago

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#i’ve misread the brief this isn’t a romper no it doesn’t have to be. She can be in any of just an array of perfectly wild legwear, if that’s what Her Highness prefers. (Several of the skirts have tails and spikes built in, you can’t go wrong.)

ciri’s lil blep i love her

Ha I can’t stop looking at this. Oh no now I have ideas for this A/U.

Hear me out, modern times but still Continent, still has a mix of monarchies and assorted old-fashioned things mixed in, plus of course magic. Ciri is the long-lost recovered heiress and has been formally adopted as a Crown Princess. Saskia’s the heiress of some small obscure duchy or whatever. (And yes she’s actually a dragon, I really just like that for her, you know? maybe her lowkey ability to hypnotize people has helped with her rise from obscurity. maybe the nobility of this lil place has always been dragons and is occasionally sort of reclusive to cover up that fact. who can say. maybe the free state was just carved out of aedirn after the terrible last war and saskia surfaced out of the depths of history to give the place some respectability so they could hang with the other states.)

Iorveth is her head of security, a bit controversial. (But he and Geralt have similar enough circumstances that they’re quite good friends-- Geralt adopted Ciri when she was missing, and raised her as a daughter. Iorveth didn’t quite do that, but Saskia spent the last war as a partisan in the countryside, and he took her under his protection and whether he kept her alive or she kept him alive is really a toss-up.)

And Roche is the disgraced former bodyguard of the assassinated Foltest whose death more or less kicked off the last war, and he’s out of a job and after the last war he’s more or less poison, but as he was made into a scapegoat no one actually wants to kill him because that might make someone look harder at what actually went down, so he’s kicking around in increasing desperation. Saskia turns him up somehow and drags him back to Iorveth, wanting to hire him as a bodyguard.

Roche knows fine fucking well Iorveth was involved in the conspiracy to assassinate Foltest. So does Iorveth. He in turn knows fine well Roche did nothing wrong and in fact nearly foiled the entire thing. He knows Roche is quite good at what he does. He also doesn’t want Roche anywhere near his precious princess.

But his precious princess insists.

Anyway--- shenanigans ensue and there’s got to be at least one action scene involving the two young ladies in clubwear, if only for the stunning image of Ciri in metallic short-chaps wielding a forty-four-inch sword without her unicorn-horn hood falling down, but. Roche gets redeemed and also gets to bone Iorveth, and political stability is restored to the Continent one way or another.

But, yes, Roche for a while has to be the bodyguard that has to go with them to the clubs and he hates it. And in the morning when they get home all rumpled and exhausted and Iorveth makes them pancakes he gives Roche some and Roche really doesn’t know what to do about that.

Except eat the pancakes. They’re good pancakes.

crack

So this– I don’t even know where to start with this, but. Someone linked to this clothing site for some other reason. It’s like a rave/burner/stilter/EDM festival fashion site, and I was like “oh there’s nothing here I’d ever–” but I had clicked to see what it was, and there were some really cute glitter spandex things and like, listen I own a large collection of spandex glitter booty shorts due to my decade-long sojourn in roller derby.

And I discovered this, which like, I… don’t know… if any of y’all know my email address… it contains the word “dragon” in it because of an old obsession…. and like…. oh no I. I need this.

(Yes, I have ordered myself one. I’ll share photos when it arrives. No, I don’t look like that mannequin. It doesn’t matter. This fucking thing is going to be shiny.)

Anyway I. As I was deciding on what colors I wanted this thing to be, I was of course thinking of Saskia, the current dragon-maiden of popular imagination. So uh.

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#oh no #no i'm not actually gonna write this #fuck though they're so cute #saskia and ciri mayhem twins #the witcher #idek what else to tag this #clubwear au #ciri gets to be a rave bunny and the chosen one #why the fuck not #roche/iorveth

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simjoritysims · 7 years ago

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Why I’m Suing SimplyImaginaryPeople for §5,000,000

Naaah but get it? Simoleons and.. we’re in the..sims community..? No? Ok well that’s the only funny thing about this post.

*Opens up powerpoint and presses play*

It is frustrating when you work very hard on something exciting and original to share with others and to be wary about even doing it because someone is in tow to copy. This is exactly how I feel about SimplyImaginaryPeople.

This is so disrespectful not only to us (TheTogetherStore) that have spent so much time putting effort into the things that we make but it is even more disrespectful to the amazing wonderful people that have chose to support us on Patreon and get exclusive gifts in return, only to have someone turn around and remake everything that we’ve made specially for them, just because.

The thing that bothers me the most is that of everything that we (TheTogetherStore) make is that she ONLY copies the things that are on Patreon (A website where we upload exclusive content if you CHOOSE to support us, and sometimes Patreoners will personally ask for our own personal use items or conversions from various sites to be uploaded so why not? They support us with their hard earned money, it’s the least we can do).

Like, okay girl I get it, you expressed (repeatedly) that you dislike Patreon and believe everything in Sims should be free and no one should pay for content even if they wanted to, I get it. It’s cool and all that you want to be the Robin Hood of the sims 3 community but news flash, this is not a damn folklore so go ahead and take off your lil Peter Pan outfit and ya lil burlap made shoes and knock it off because it’s not cute. People are free to buy w h a t e v e r they so please, it’s not your money, it’s surely not your hand made cc, not your time, not your effort, I’m not using your computer, they’re not using your bank card, nada, nothing.

Every single time she has copied, we’ve politely and privately addressed this and messaged her to reach out as a small heads up like “Hey not sure if you’re noticing but you totally just duplicated *item here*” and each time it was that ole’ “Silly you, I’m not copying! (; “ BS mumbo jumbo and we would get an excuse about how it’s all just innocent people requesting items, pinterest inspo, followed by links of pictures or an elaboration on her “ideas”.. but she’ll TTYL because she’s a “bio-scientist doctor” in the lab with her hands covered in cells as she types, studies, remake whole youtube tutorials and makes 230 pieces of cc per week with time left to spare

Yeah, ok.

Soooo you just happen to get inspired to make the exact same mesh that we just made, just days after we release it on Patreon? Oh duh, don’t mind me.. seems legit. Eventually she came to me on her own, right after copying, to explain how she just realized her recent piece of cc was a copy of a romper in one of my pictures (HELL, I didn’t even make that I only retextured it.) and she apologized for that. She hadn’t known because of all the requests she gets, someone sent her my picture and asked for her to remake it in which she did..but somehow did not realize she was copying anyone until after she made the thing. OK first of all, if someone sends you a Sims 3 picture and asks you to remake a piece of clothing in the picture.. you’re not about to go make it and then afterwards be like “Aww damn I didn’t realize someone had made it already” like clearly it’s been made???????

Of course I pulled an “I told you so” that was followed by her “realizing” that she copied soo many things we’ve already made on Patreon and how her heart was just so damn broken and she just felt “soo bad for it” because the people that so-called requested it were her friends and how she just basically needed to remove those fucked up toxic people from her life and take a break from making cc as well to get over it. Oh and she wouldn’t copy anymore.

Squashed ..bam, I thought we were good to go but the copying had been so bad and happened so close together that people assumed that @purpleplumbobs was copying and people hadn’t known that she was the one that made them first, and actually started the entire “bonnet” creating idea. So Frankie(SimplyImaginaryPeople) was asked to publicly address it letting everyone know the situation and how she was so poorly “manipulated” into copying. Pshhh, we thought! We thought that she could take full credit for her actions but she “doesn’t like drama” regardless of if she started it or not and refused to admit anything publicly (;

PurplePlumbobs just had to address it herself and that was that, or so we thought.. again. Ugh, right? It doesn’t end.

She finally started making cc again after her little vacation (like under a week, wow so long she might as well went full blown hiatus right?) and what do ya know, she’s copying what she missed out on in those few weeks time.

SOO I messaged her ONCE again like hey what’s up? I thought you were done with the copying life, some other stuff blah blah blah. I guess she didn’t choose the copying life and it chose her because had that triggered a tense back and forth session of no one going anywhere with anything so we just cut that short.

She went missing or on break because I had messaged her YET AGAIN about the hair bow (pictured) and how she copied it soon after I released it and got no reply or response yet she stayed on tumblr liking posts... so I was like huh, In..ter..esting.. Her ass was just sitting up there ignoring me.

So bam she comes back, better than ever days later with whole room sets featuring amazing, super rare copied bassinet, ultra copied crib mobile.. you name it! Come on down and shop on now folks!

So ya’ll... I was shocked when I woke up to a message and someone was like “Hey isn't that your crib mobile?”

Me:

I think that is SO trifling, she must’ve read my message like “Oh speaking of copying, let me just keep ignoring you and go and load up this double whammy I’ve been working on”

Anyways, since private messaging isn’t stopping her from copying and keeping us from feeling like even posting or making anything (seemingly what she wants), maybe this public message will. If it doesn’t I’m shit out of options because then that means there’s clearly something not clicking in that sweet baby’s noggin.

#this is a long one #wow i feel so much better writing it out #damn she couldve just replied #ACTUALLY she couldve just not copied #SINCE IM OUT HERE #can ANYONE explain why she always winks #thats so shady damn

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thatssonanii · 7 years ago

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Golden Hearts 💛🖤 - Chapter One

AJ Styles/OC

Warning:None really. A bit of flirting and some less than happy moments mentioned. Its a bit of a slow start but it’ll pick up!

Tears rolled slowly down Tika’s cheeks as a sad smile rose to her lips while she stared at the phone on front of her. While she sat in the car line at the arena, she had gotten bored and decided to look through the gallery on her phone. The line had come to a stop with some sort of hold up she wasn’t sure about the nature, honestly didn’t care. The rain was pouring down around the car with the sun threatening to peak around the clouds mirrored the way she felt. She wanted to cry and smile all at the same time.

Tika’s four-year-old daughter, Serenity, came into view of the camera, a smile on her sun kissed brown skin. Her dimples looked like two wells on her chubby cheeks. She twirled one time in her floral print romper then leaned down to fix the straps of her gold sandals.

“Is that my baby?” Tika asked loudly. “Is that my babv slayin’ like that? With her baby hairs poppin’?”

Serenity giggled as she put her hands on her knees and cocked her little head to the side. “Who else but me, mama. I’m flawless.” She pretended to whip her hair, which was secure at the top of her head in a neat bun.

The video came to an end with Serenity doing her best Beyoncé moves. She was Serenity’s favorite singer so much so Tika made sure to take her daughter to any concert she could and bought her memorabilia as well.

Tika started to go through the pictures they had taken that day. She remembered that day clearly. They were headed off to a summer pool party one of Tika’s friends was having for the kids. If it was one thing Serenity had gotten from her mama, it was her love of photography. She took pictures of any and everything she could. Serenity’s little imagination had knew no bounds just as her mama’s.

The sound of someone laying on their horn snapped Tika’s attention from her phone to her rearview mirror to see the person honking at her. The smile on her face replaced with a scowl, even if she was holding up the line they didn’t need to honk at her like that. She put her car in drive still staring in the mirror wanting badly to flip them the bird. It was one thing she didn’t miss about while she was on leave from the company, some of the rude people she called co-workers. Her time was just as valuable as theirs.

After a year of being gone, things felt a little foreign to Tika. She couldn’t lie though and say it didn’t feel good to be back. Even though she didn’t want as much time as the company had given her off, she was thankful for it. She knew she wouldn’t have been able to make it back in the two months she had originally asked for versus the year they gave her. What’s more, she didn’t think she would still have a job. Yet here she is, backstage at Smackdown Live in Toledo, Ohio. The company, mainly Shane, fought with her to wait till the Smackdown after Blacklash to return instead of the actual pay per view. He didn’t want her to be overwhelmed. She was still a bit apprehensive about being so far from home but she knew she needed to be strong and have faith.

No one seemed to take notice in her being there, which she preferred. She moved in silence through the bright, buzzing backstage area. All Tika wanted to do was make it to her area so she could unpack her bag and start snapping pictures.

“You didn’t tell me you were here, Ti.”

The voice brought her smile back. Tika acted like she didn’t hear them, pretending to search her camera bag for lenses she didn’t need. “You hear me, girl. I know you do.” Suddenly there were arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground making her laugh louder than she should have.

“Let me go, Trin,” she laughed trying to wiggle from her grasp. “We’re in public. Put me down, you’re being extra.”

“Oh, I’m extra,” Trinity asked setting her down. “I’m extra because a certain someone didn’t tell their favorite oldest cousin they were back.”

Trinity gave Tika a fake smile to combat the smirk on younger woman’s face. In her rush to get everything packed and ready for her flight from Orlando, Florida to Toledo, Tika had forgotten to let her cousin know she was returning to work. Their relationship was much more like sisters and best friends. If someone didn’t know them, they would swear they were sisters. Trinity being the more eccentric sister with the bright hair and make-up where as Tika was the tamer one. She liked to keep things simple, natural for the most part and fun.

“First, you’re my only cousin. Second, I’m sorry. I was overwhelmed trying to get everything together for the trip.”

Trinity eyed her for a second as if debating whether she believed her or not. “Mmhm. So how you holdin’ up, Ti?”

“I’m fine, I’m good.”

“If you’re not, you know you can tell me right?” Trinity pulled her into a small hug, resting her head against Tika’s head, lovingly. She appreciated her cousin wanting to check up on her but she didn’t want to talk about any of it. Finally getting to a point where she could leave her house without crying, Tika didn’t want to make any steps backwards. If she did, she knew the result wouldn’t be good for her.

“Enough about me though. What about you, champ? Winning in our backyard, babe. That was everything.” The proud smile was unmistakable. To say Tika was proud would be an understatement. She always knew Trinity would get her WrestleMania moment, her only regret is that she missed it.

Trinity smiled bashfully, ignoring the people moving around them trying to get things ready for the show. Tika noticed and moved them to the other part of the hallway, trying to get out of the way.

“It was amazing. I felt so much love, I didn’t think the people would really be happy I won. It was a shocker.”

“Girl, please.” Tika shooed her playfully. “With all that shaking and flipping you did. Who wouldn’t love you? I was looking at you tryna figure out if that was my big cousin out there slayin’.”

They bumped shoulders as they laughed loudly earning looks from the people around them to which they gave them nasty glares. When they were together, it was loud and everyone had a good time. And if anyone wasn’t having a good time then they could leave as Trinity would always say.

“Come on, I know Jon and Josh wanna see you. They’ve been talkin’ about you since we last saw you in March.”

Trinity was never one to ask anything. The words that came out of her mouth, usually came out in a demand. This time was no difference. Tika gave a fleeting glance as Trinity drug her away holding onto her hand tightly. As they passed throngs of people, their co-workers, they attempted to speak to Tika but Trinity was not slowing down. Instead of a proper conversation, Tika gave them small waves and apologetic smiles.

When they entered the large, open locker room, the room got louder. There was an up roar of cheers, shit talking and laughing. Just what Tika had missed. Watching Austin record for his gaming channel, especially the competitions were pure entertainment. Kofi and E sat in front of the monitors Austin had set up on the table playing UFC. It must have been for the tournament he saw Jon going on and on about on Twitter. Jon, his brother Josh, Antonio and AJ stood around the trio, as spectators and commentators. Trinity bumped shoulders with Jon, he turned around prepared to pop her arm until his eyes landed on me.

“Oh snap! Lil Tiki torch in the house,” he yelled draping his arms around her. His hug swallowed her leaving her no choice but to bury her face in his chest until he was ready to let her go. Tika couldn’t help but laugh at how affectionate he always seemed to be. His outburst had caught the attention of the other males in the room.

“We’ve got the baddest woman in the land with a camera in her hand, Miss Tika Harris” Austin roared looking into the camera. A round of ‘oooh’ emanated from E and Kofi at his rhyme.

“How you doin’, love?” Josh asked pulling her away from his brother’s arms into his. “I’m alright. No worries.” Josh was the calmer twin. He didn’t need to be loud all the time like his older brother. Then again, he could get just as loud if need be. Austin and Antonio gave her quick squeezes then returned to the game play.

“Long time, no see, darlin’.”

“Hi to you too, AJ.”

Tika kept her head forward staring at the screens in front of her not wanting their interaction to be caught on the cameras. She knew that fans paid more attention to those in the background more than the ones right in front. The last thing she needed was marks ganging up on her and sending mean tweets.

His eyes bore into the side of her face. The baby blues were locked in, he didn’t care about the presence of a Austin’s cameras. “Your thumbs don’t look broke to me.”

“What,” she asked with a slight laugh.

“I mean I figured you weren’t textin’ cause your thumbs were broken,” he sighed folding his arms across his chest. “But I see they’re just fine.”

Tika didn’t feel like getting into this conversation while they were in ear shot of everyone else and the camera. The last thing she needed was for someone to make a big deal out of them talking. She’s seen first hands what false accusations can do to someone’s career in this company especially a female. With a nudge to Trinity’s arm, Tika left the locker room already knowing AJ would be right behind her shortly. While she wondered down the hallway towards the large stack of crates she scrolled through the notifications on her phone. There were mainly texts from her parents, especially her mom, who wanted to know how everything was going and how she was doing. The rest were a few friend, who after a year still didn’t get that she didn’t want to constantly relive it all and didn’t want their handouts.

She felt his presence before she saw him. AJ approached her just as she made it to the crates. He lifted her by her hips onto the crates so that he could get a good look at her.

“What is with you wrestlers and picking people up?” She sat her phone beside her on the cart, giving AJ her full attention. In the year that she had been gone, he had let his hair grow longer than what she remembered. His beard was a lot fuller now. Both framed his face, bringing out his eyes even more. “It’s a part of the occupation. Didn’t get these muscles from liftin’ remotes,” he shrugged. A year later and still the same person.

“I’m sorry for not returning your calls and texts. I’m tryna do better now, AJ.”

“Yeah well I accept your apology this time. But next time,” he warned wagging his index finger in Tika’s face. She laughed pushing his finger from her face.

She and AJ had become good friends upon him coming into the company back in 2016. He had such a good spirit, she couldn’t ignore him for long. No matter how hard she tried to ignore him greeting her so nicely every time he saw her or the small conversations and jokes he made when they found themselves near each other with time to kill. Some of the men that worked for the company tried to give off this vibe that they were good people but in reality, they were assholes. But AJ was different, he was the person he put out for others to see.

“No but really. How you holdin’ up, kid?”

“Kid?” She scoffed at the name. “I’m a grown woman, AJ. Not a kid. I told you about that name before.”

“You’re a kid to me. A sassy one.”

“Grown. Woman.” She spoke slowly maintaining eye contact with him. A smile graced his lips as he waved her off playfully. “Whatever, kid or grown woman. How you holdin’ up?”

“I’m fine. Taking it day by day.”

AJ was the first person to find her after it initially happened. She was standing in the lobby of the hotel with Trinity, the twins and some of their other co-workers debating on plans when she got a phone call from her mom. They were in New York for Raw, it was a month before the brand split. She would never forget how her mom sounded on the other end of the phone. For a moment, she felt like she was paralyzed but then she was tripping over herself repeating that she was coming home to her mom before hanging up. The hallway that she had snuck off to was clear, the only noises around her was the dinging from the nearby elevator bank.

All she remembered was AJ helping her from the floor, trying to ask her what’s wrong. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t bring herself to repeat what her mom had told her, she didn’t want to make any assumptions and saying it out loud would make her do just that. For a few minutes, all she could do was cry. She sobbed quietly into his chest, something she wouldn’t be able to do when she reached Orlando. The world around her felt as though it had come to a stand still. She rememberedbletting him know that something was wrong with her daughter and she needed to get home.

AJ stayed with her until Trinity spoke with her aunt, Tika’s mom, to find out what exactly was happening. Tika clung to him, her head was throbbing but she couldn’t stop her tears. He hated to see her upset, he had never seen her do anything but smile, laugh and occasionally glare.

“You’re thinking about it. Don’t do that.” Her voice was soft and sweet. She smiled but AJ saw the sadness behind the smile on her smile. “Thinking about it won’t change it, AJ. I learned that the hard way.”

AJ opened his mouth to speak but Austin yelling out his name cut him off. I shooed him away when he tried to keep talking. Getting AJ away from the whole conversation was for the best. It was part of the reason Tika had stopped responding to his texts. AJ was way more comfortable talking about it than she was. It didn’t upset her that he wanted to talk about it, it upset her that at some point she was comfortable talking about it with him. She just didn’t think she was ready and here it is a year later.

Grabbing her phone, Tika hopped down to go back to her camera so she could do test shots. On the way, she glanced at her phone for the time, her lock screen catching her eye instead. The picture put a smile on her face, most of the time it’s what kept her going. The person she was doing everything for.

#aj styles #aj styles/oc #tika sumpter #naomi #Golden Hearts #my work #masterlist

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abiteofnat · 7 years ago

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CINDY’S WOOFTOP WAS A HIT...

Cause you can’t help going up there without emitting a “WOOF!” from the views, the foods, the tunes, and the unbelievably hip-yet-understated atmosphere. Atop The Chicago Athletic Association Hotel, a “Venetian Gothic” building from the 1890s (So old! So Cool! Read more about it here), sits Cindy’s Rooftop- better known as the holy ground of fancy drinks & after-work shenanigans. This is not where you bring Aunt Sally from South Dakota when she comes to Chicago to see the Big City; this is where you bring your insanely fashionable and cool mom for her, uh, 45th birthday dinner and where your dad may walk in and find you sitting at the Hamptons-lake-house-chic wooden tables drinking a glass of fine Villa Maria Riesling because everyone is 25 minutes late and you CANNOT sit in Cindy’s without a glass in your hand.

Fun fact: I drank that same wine three weeks ago when I walked out of my last DePaul University undergrad class e v e r and my wine-loving, wild-eyed best friend Sophia essentially made us gallop to Cindy’s for a $14 drink to celebrate a couple hundred thousand dollars worth of tuition DONE! We stood on the balcony that overlooks the entirety of Chicago’s best parts, from Millennium Park to where the museums all sit along the water and a million boats & buildings in-between, and suddenly as we sipped wine and discussed our favorite university memories fireworks began shooting off the end of Navy Pier and created a beautiful display of glittering light in the sky. Is that not the city- which was my campus, as DePaul loves to say- sending me off into adulthood with the best goodbye??

Anyway, back to Mum’s celebration and discussion of libations. Once the party had arrived we settled into our favorite family activities: discussing the surroundings, the people, and of course the menu! Cindy’s offers an interesting mix between “vintage, beach-town chic” and “Anthropologie home section” so it’s a lot of soft tan & striped pillows, pebbled plates in soothing seaside colors, and then a lot of exposed wood and rope detail. But in a building from a very elegant time, so it’s done tastefully and for socialites that would have enjoyed it just as much in their whalebone corsets and hairpins as they did in ASOS rompers and wedges. The menu- ugh, this menu was made with my family in mind. Since we all stay pretty pescatarian (outside of chicken that the rest of them eat), we struggle to find places with plenty of options to share and taste amongst each other without it all being “salad.” Cindy’s got us covered though. After watching it go by a thousand times, the Bucatini Carbonara was mandatory. Imagine the most beautiful bowl of thick, spaghetti-like noodles cooked al-dente and tossed in crème fraîche & pecorino romano with peas stirred in; the texture was unreal. The sauce was thick but not too rich, the peas were the perfect punch of sweet and refreshing against the drama of the ground pepper, and the cheese on top must be straight outta Italy’s best cheese place because holy fuck. I could have just eaten that with a fork and been down ditty down down down.

We also got the Burrata- pictured- that came with a halo of “heirloom cucumber, seasonal citrus fruit, winter chicories, spiced pecans, citrus vinaigrette” (courtesy of their menu which worded it perfectly) and came with a grilled ciabatta that tasted like how bread should taste. The bread slathered with some salty, succulent burrata and then toped with a cucumber, greens, and a sour as heck grapefruit slice was one of the most delicious things I’ve ever bit into. The Crunchy Lettuces that were also part of our appetizer played into this; served in a thick peppercorn dressing and almost like a heavy plate of grub itself, the shaved carrots and roughage served as a great compliment to the light and very dessert-y feel of the burrata. This dish was the one my mom was most apprehensive of as it arrived due to hOW dressed with dressing it was, but then she ended up being the one using the excess to garnish EVERY OTHER PART OF THE MEAL. It was that good! We finished out the meal with some salmon fillets served on kale and cooked up just as salmon should be: smoky, cooked well, and flaking onto the fork easy breezy. I love love love how simple a good piece of salmon is; the buttery, crunchy exterior and a soft, flavorful inside reminds me why more people are vegetarian. Meat IS good! But that lil piece of salmon is just as far as I’ll go on these fancy splurge days. Sorry Salmon Sam :(

All in all, we were absolutely shocked by how incredible the level of food was. With views like Cindy’s offers, and the fact it’s in the heart of downtown along where a million offices are and where high class travelers staying in the dozens of local hotels can wander out for a night of wine and flirtation with coworkers, it’s a gold mine. They don’t actually need to be creating such well-done and carefully curated food, but they do, and it’s really amazing to know that some places just CARE about the dining experience of the customers. I get worried in big cities where people will go out to dinner even if the sky is falling- and where deep dish is considered a high-ticket item. Vom. I am very thankful to Cindy’s for the wonderful service (we put our waiter through hell with the amount of specifications we have and also because we’re very loud and cannot decide what to order to share when it is time, like ever) and also because I carried in a dozen Firecakes Donuts as they are Mum’s favorite and they immediately whisked them away to a cooler place AND served them on a slate platter WITH CANDLES FOR US! And brought them out for a birthday surprise! It was beyond wonderful and worth way more than the BYOD (bring your own donuts) fee they charged per head for us to do that.

Go to Cindy’s for that anniversary dinner coming up, for post-work drinks to impress your friends, to show off that new dress that’s begging for somewhere to go, and most importantly- FOR THAT FUCKIN’ PASTA OH MY GOODNESS. We left dinner for a sunset walk around The Bean feeling happily full and having had a great family birthday dinner, which is something I am always grateful to be able to do.

Should you think, “wow this is great for (insert occasion here)”, follow these tips!

1. MAKE RESERVATIONS FOR DINNER. This isn’t even a question mark, it is an exclamation point. We made 5 p.m. reservations and it was already pretty buzzing when we got there, and we were very thankful for a table amidst the amount of standing drinkers. It only got more full.

2. On that note, GO EARLY. You will want to see the city from when it’s entirely sunny and alive to when the sun is going down and the entire place is filled by the golden hour. It is so, so beautiful and you have a better chance of being on the outside patio for at least a few minutes while waiting for food to arrive.

3. SHAKE SHACK IS LOCATED DOWNSTAIRS. Unless you’re also planning to BYOD, grab a chocolate concrete with chocolate truffle cookie dough on your way out. Cute end to a date, too!

Until Next Time, Happy Eating!

-Natalie

#foodblog #chicago #chicagofoodblog #yummy #tasty #burrata #nicedinner #nightout #occasion #wine #happyhour #lunch #dinner #birthday #foodies #rooftop #summertime #summertimechi

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