#I’m just trying to figure out if I have a right to be upset abt this…
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sunsetsandsunshine · 7 months ago
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An issue I need to address:
TW: Drama, cussing…yk all that jazz. I apologize that this post is what you all are receiving from me today. But I need to talk about this before it get’s worse.
Okay, I just want to clarify that there should be no hate being sent towards @osctwordfan for this. Hate and hurtful comments will not and cannot fix what has been done. But that does not I am not angry about it. I am mad. I am livid. Only two people on this site has been able to make me this genuinely upset and it’s frustrating that making a PUBLIC POST is the only way to get this person’s attention. 
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4 days ago, May 16th, @osctwordfan started following me. Which, I greatley appreciated because HELLO??? Who wouldn’t, right? A new follower is just an awesome feeling to have. So, I checked their blog to see what they liked and we shared SO many similar interests it was almost scary. And I followed back. 
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If you know me for a while, you know my whole “Hi new mutual 💝” message I send to my new mutuals. Because 1: I love talking to people and 2: I just want others to feel like they’re welcome. (If you haven’t received one yet it’s either bc you’re a little older than me or idk how to send the message. BUT YOU WILL GET ONE TRUST 💞💓💘💖💝)
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And you all know how you can SEE when someone is online? Well, they were online when I texted this. And I got no response. I just assumed it was nervousness or shyness so I didn’t really question it. Until a few minuetes later they reblogged my “You can always ask” fic. 
Which, woo-hoo I guess. But my message was still not answered. But I didn’t think it was THAT deep. 
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The next day, May 17th, I noticed they were online. I sent a quick “Hi” again, awaiting a response. About 5 minutes later I was met with one, except it wasn’t the one I was expecting or hoping for. 
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It was a request. For a fanfiction. Okay okay cool. Coolio. You…ignore my two messages of me just simply saying a quick “hello” and you don’t answer…instead you ask for a tickle fanfiction of some turtles? 
I get people are shy. I get that. I do. But me and one of my best friends were talking about it on Insta and it made no damn sense. Following, reblogging and requesting things from an individual that’s been trying to speak with you for the past few days and you not responding and then ASKING something of them is just…weird. 
Me and one of my best friend’s convo:
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So, on May 18th I saw they were online again, and so I texted the following: 
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Which I felt was fine. It was straight to the point. But where my anger really emegred was when I got notifications of my fics being reblogged by the same person. AGAIN. NOT EVEN 3 MINUTES LATER.
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And then May 19th they liked another post of mine. Although it was a post that you would have to DIG DEEP FOR. Because I made it a year ago and only 4 people liked it (INCLUDING ME.). So you would have to LOOK LOOK to find it. 
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Then yesterday, May 20th, was just my breaking point. I was chilling, having a nice evening, talking with my fellow mutuals, writing a fic (AND FINISHING WOO-HOO) until I get a notification. And guess what? It’s just another reblog by the same person. 
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Did I get any responses of my pervious texts? Nope. Not at ALL. 
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I am sick and hurt of being treated as if I’m just a computer that makes fanfictions.
I am a PERSON. A human being that for the past week has been trying to talk with you. And you at fucking 16 should understand that. 
You are one whole year older than me and you think you have the right to treat me this way. Who the absolute hell do you think you are? 
Because let me get this through your head: I live in an African and Jamaican  household, and one thing that we let each other know day in and day out is to never ever let someone make you feel like you’re less. 
So when you see this @osctwordfan I am hoping you have a good explanation regarding to last week. 
@ ing mutual’s in this because this is INSANE and I am LIVID rn: 
@itzsana-kiddingmenow @veryblushyswitch
@skyloladoodles @saturnzskyzz @backy-san
@creativecutie @savemeafruitjuice
@mythica0 @leosmasktails @someone1348 @vxlepop
@anxious-lee @charismakat
@sunny-117 @odder-outlet @jamiesgotchu @ziipzeepzop-eez
@danineedshelp @pocky-dragon
@my-l0v3r-v3rse @rice-cake-teen10
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icyminghao · 5 months ago
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lean on me
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pairing: husband!mingyu x gn!reader genre: drabble, hurt/comfort, some fluff warning(s): mentions of food, mean coworkers word count: 0.9k
summary: your husband seems to be feeling down, but you can’t seem to figure out why.
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Your husband’s being awfully quiet tonight.
He’d come back home a few hours ago, saying nothing other than a soft “Hi” in reply to your enthusiastic greeting, and immediately went to take a shower without smothering you in hugs and kisses.
Which is incredibly unusual, considering his tendency to start telling you anything and everything about his day the moment he walks through the front door to your shared apartment despite having told you almost everything through text already (to your endearment). Coupled with the fact that today was his first day at his new job, you fully expected Mingyu to have many things to recount from his day at work and the welcome dinner afterwards.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, you try to recall the events of the day as you scroll through your text history with your husband, but come up short. Your eyes gloss over the last few texts he’d sent you as you purse your lips together in thought.
my gyu: i’m going to the welcome dinner now!! [18:01]
my gyu: i’m so excited :) can’t wait to tell u all abt it!! [18:01]
you: so excited for u!! have fun bb <3 [18:02]
you: how’s the dinner? [20:12]
The realisation that your husband never replied to your text hits you only now, and you’re met with the sudden urge to check up on him.
You pocket your phone, brows furrowed as you shuffle through the apartment and into your bedroom, only to be met with Mingyu’s back as he lies down on the side of the bed further away from the door.
If your suspicions are correct, your husband is most definitely not sleeping.
Something must’ve happened at the welcome dinner.
You creep towards Mingyu, climbing onto your side of the bed and engulfing your husband in a back hug immediately. Mingyu tenses for a split second before resting his hands on your arms.
“Is everything okay?” your voice is soft, and you plant a kiss on the back of Mingyu’s neck while waiting patiently for a response. Mingyu hums weakly in affirmation.
Silence ensues as you don’t probe him further, deciding to give him time to process things.
Your husband sits up and turns around to face you after a while, and you smile at him while following suit, hoping to give him some of your energy.
“I went to the welcome dinner earlier…” Mingyu begins as you nod, reaching out to hold his hands in yours as you rub circles on the back of his hands.
“They said it was company tradition to diss the newcomer, so that’s what they did once we got a few drinks in,” you raise an eyebrow at Mingyu’s words, but make no move to interrupt him. “The jabs were funny at first, but some of them started talking about my lisp and imitating it, and I just didn’t find it funny anymore. I didn’t say anything, company tradition and all, and I feel stupid for even feeling upset when they were just joking and—”
“It’s not a joke if it’s making you upset, baby,” you can’t take it anymore, deciding to cut him off while squeezing his hands tighter. “Your feelings are valid, and they shouldn’t have made fun of you like that. Not then, and not ever.”
Mingyu’s eyes start glistening, a result of him tearing up at your words. “But if- if this is a running tradition, then the others would have been able to handle the disses. I’m just- sensitive for no reason, right?”
You detach one of your hands from your husband’s to cup his cheek, a deep frown etched on your face.
“Baby,” you begin, slowly picking and choosing your words in your head, “You’re not being sensitive, you’re allowed to feel upset about this. This… ‘tradition’ is already very questionable in the first place, and I’m really sorry you had to go through that. It just doesn’t sit right with me to have people literally insult and make fun of you and for you to have to be fine with it. You can feel upset. In fact, you should feel upset, because there’s literally no world where such behaviour should be condoned.”
Mingyu leans into your touch, letting the first tear fall from his left eye. Your heart aches so much, and you pull Mingyu into your embrace, where sobs start racking his body as he buries his face into your neck.
“T-thank you,” your husband manages between sobs, and you squeeze him tighter around you. “You’re always so good to me.”
As a people-centric person, Mingyu tends to put others’ concerns and well-being first, often disregarding himself and his own feelings that it eventually culminates into him feeling miserable. Even then, however, he puts up a front as much as he can, and it breaks your heart every time you see him like this. You’re determined to remind him that he’s loved, and that his feelings, just like anyone else’s, matters.
The next few minutes or so are spent in each other’s arms as you encourage Mingyu to cry his heart out, and it’s a while later when he’s calmed down, head on your chest as you both lie down and get ready to retire for the night.
“I love you,” Mingyu whispers, tilting his head up to kiss your jaw. “I should quit my job, shouldn’t I?”
You smile, pulling him tighter against your chest. “I love you, too, baby. I’ll support you in whatever you choose to do.”
“And baby? There’s nothing funny about your lisp. If anything, I think it’s really cute.”
Mingyu beams at you in response, and you swear his goofy grin could light up the whole world.
You’re never letting him go.
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a/n: kind of… inspired by the latest gose episode (class president part 2)
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2neaky · 4 months ago
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𓇼°₊.𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 ❀ 𝙵𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚝 🥭
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—Want you to suck it sloppy, make it spitty. I'm 'bout to call your phone, so come get with me.
Know you don't drink, can you sip me?
‘Dunk Contest,’ Cash Cobain
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Last Installation of this ‘mini-series’ … P.1 here -> P.2 here
not the best editing, i know. this fic has been in the drafts for abt a month & ... it's time for their story to be closed out.
10.06k!Warnings: oral (masc. receiving), handj*bs (fem. & masc. recieving), mutual m*sturbation, filthy talk, *verstimulation, low refr*ctory periods, technically w*tersports (minor), edging, excessive amounts of ej*culation, squ*rting, descriptions of character’s body parts (curvaceous/thick/girthy), use of the n-word (all characters & the writer are Black), original characters
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The next time the group gets together it’s well into the fall. 
Months of distance and busy schedules kept the friends separate. Yet, on a random weekend in October, the stars aligned to grant the friends a day of freedom to meet and catch up.
He won’t admit it aloud—that’s a bit too corny for him—but Ajani missed his people. The life of a working adult only gives but so much time for social gatherings. Especially with a whole friend-group.
Even then, it’s not like he hasn’t seen any of them since the party.
“I’on understand why you couldn’t just ride with me.”
“All my stuff is at my mom’s, ‘Jani.”
If he just closes his eyes, he can see the pout on her face. He glances at the screen, eyeing the contact name: Princxss Dia.
“Really? ‘Cause I almost tripped over your flat iron when I was getting in the shower.”
She groans out loud into the mic. “I knew I left it!”
He smiles, eyes now on the road as he makes a swift turn onto a busy street. 
“Fuck,” he mumbles upon seeing the traffic.
“But if I came with you … then they’d know.”
He kisses his teeth, face screwing up. “Man, I care less and less ‘bout that shit every day. I’m pretty sure they know—“
“‘Pretty sure’ is not a confirmation. And I wanna make sure the time is right when we tell them.”
He spots a parking space in front of the restaurant Boku had chosen for the night. No doubt, he’s going to snatch that shit up.
“Why shit gotta be ‘perfect?’” he asks, looking at his rear view camera as he backs into the space.
“I don’t know,” she mumbles. He can hear her moving around on the other side of the line. “I’m trying to … figure out a way to introduce it without … making everything weird,” she sighs out.
“How ‘bout, ‘hey guys, me and Ajani have been dating for a few months now,’” he mocks her voice.
“No.”
He sucks his teeth. “Why not?”
“That’s too blunt!”
“Exactly. What more is there to say? You wanna tell them the whole backstory? ‘Cause I’on really think they need to know that.”
“I’m not saying they do. I just think we need to … soften the approach.”
He puts his car in park before shutting it off, the engine dying down. “I’on know … what approach you talking ‘bout, but when you ready to stop hiding, you lemme know so I could book my appointment.”
“Appointment?”
“Oh, I didn’t tell you? I wanted to get your name tatted on my forehead.”
“ … Shut up.”
He laughs quietly to himself as he pulls down his sun visor. “You almost ready,” he asks, checking his appearance in the mirror.
It’s quiet for a couple of seconds. “No.”
His smile drops and he kisses his teeth. A second passes as he glares at the phone. Then, he picks it up. “Yo, answer my FaceTime.”
The mode of the call switches, bringing both of them into view on either’s screen. He licks his lips, getting a clear view of her pretty face as her phone is propped up against her vanity.
“Why you only got your makeup done?”
She frowns, setting powder decorating her face. “Because I did my hair first. It’s hair, makeup, then clothes.”
He only releases a sigh, unable to even be really upset.
“Aight, then hurry up. I told you we gonna have to work on that late shit.”
She smiles, reaching for a brush to dust off the powder. “Sorry, baby.”
He hums, eyeing her as he holds his phone closely. “You look good.”
She exchanges her brush for a lip pencil. “Thank you.” She tries not to smile too hard, careful not to mess up as she applies her liner.
“What you wearing?”
She blends out the harsh line of her dark brown liner with a finger. “A dress.”
He waits for her to explain further, but the explanation doesn’t come. “That’s it?”
“Mhm.” She quickly glances at the screen, looking away before she cracks a smile.
“Can I see it?”
“Nope.”
Now she’s smiling, a devious little one, too.
“Yeah, okay,” he scoffs. “You just make sure it’s no crazy ass shit. You know how Big Daddy gets.”
Her head jerks back as she looks at the screen, flabbergasted. “Don’t ever in your life … call yourself that again.”
“You just make sure you know,” he pushes before breaking into a smile, almost laughing. “But nah, forreal. That ass ain’t been getting smaller so … keep it cute.”
She rolls her eyes with pursed lips. “Shut up.”
He scoffs, looking out the window of his car. “Yeah … you think I’m joking.” He scoffs.
“Are you?”
He looks back at her, noting her nonchalance as she applies gloss over her lip combo.
“Play with me if you want to.” He licks his lips. His gaze falls to the exposed middle of her chest as her robe has slipped open. “I’on need niggas eyeing my shit.”
“Okay, Ajani.”
“Nah, it’s not Ajani,” he mocks her voice, earning a glare. “That’s Big Daddy to you—“
“I’m hanging up!”
She reaches forward, snatching up her phone.
“Don’t you wear nothing crazy!”
“Bye!”
The call ends abruptly, leaving him to shake his head. Not too long after pocketing his phone, he leaves the car. 
The only thing that’s on his mind being her.
Just before he enters the restaurant, he shoots her one last text.
Jani: lmk when u ready Ima call a uber
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His face almost splits in half with how hard he smiles as he daps up his boys.
“Finally, nigga! We expected your ass to be here sooner,” Boku tells him.
“Chill, it was mad traffic,” he laughs. 
“Nah, facts. It’s mad people out tonight,” Mykel says.
The three are huddled close in the waiting area of the restaurant. All of the constant shifting to make way for entering and leaving patrons has pushed them to the corner.
“Forreal. Yo, why you pick this place?” Ajani looks to Boku. “I seen this shit blow up on TikTok.”
“Nigga, that’s where I got it from.”
All three dissolve into boisterous laughter, because Boku would be the one to make such a mistake.
Mykel shakes his head. “I’m already knowing the food and service ‘bout to be ass.”
“Nah, facts,” Ajani agrees.
“Aight, now. Not too much,” Boku chimes in. “‘Long as the drinks good, I could give less of a fuck about what they onion rings taste like.”
He and Mykel break off into a mini side conversation of their own, a usual occurrence between all three of them.
As they do so, Ajani pulls out his phone to check his notifications. Even though he doesn’t see one, he constantly refreshes the screen for a possible hidden text message that he just happened to miss.
None.
“‘Jani, you know where the girls at?”
Hesitantly, he looks up at the guys. “Nah,” he shakes his head, face blank. “Why would I know?” He makes a face.
“I’on know,” Mykel looks off to the side. “I thought Diamanté would’a told you something.”
“Why it gotta be Dia?”
“Nigga, don’t act dumb,” Boku butts in. “‘Cause y’all be talking.”
“I talk to Aleya and Sevyn, too.” When he laughs—the loud music masking its awkward tone—his eyes shift between his friends. 
“Not like you talk to Dia,” he scoffs. “That’s for damn sure.”
Sucking his teeth, Ajani wear a mask of confusion. “Nigga, shut up. You still on that shit—“
“‘Cause I know your ass still likes her!”
“Yo, I’m not even gonna lie,” Mykel starts. “I’ma have to side with Bo’ on this one. You might as well tell her at this point.”
His face contorts with annoyance. 
Nigga, shut up.
“That’s if he not already fucking her,” Boku laughs.
His brows pull together at Boku’s brash statement. “Yo, what?” 
Mykel rolls his lips inward, watching the two with caution. He questions, should he step in between this?
“Nah, I’m just saying! You’on gotta be embarrassed—”
“I ain’t embarrassed, nigga. There’s not shit to say, fuck I’ma be embarrassed for?”
Boku laughs, glancing at Mykel for backup. The other man remains quiet.
“Aight, then stand on it! Just say you fuckin’ her—“
Ajani doesn’t even realize that he takes a step forward. “Yo, shut the fuck up talking ‘bout her like that—“
“Alright, chill out now.” Mykel steps between them, placing a hand in front of Ajani to keep him back. 
Boku pulls his brows together. “Yo, wassup with you?”
“Ain’t shit up with nothing, you just make sure you keep shit respectful.” The scowl on his lips only deepens.
Boku raises his hands in defense. “My fault, bro. I wasn’t tryna offend—”
“Yeah, that’s ’cause you just open your mouth to say bullshit.” Ajani backs up the more Mykel pushes against him. “Like she not your fuckin’ friend, too, my nigga. What?”
“You good, bro. You good,” Mykel tells him. “Relax.”
“Just fuckin’ talkin’,” he rambles.
Before he can acknowledge the apology, his phone buzzes in his hand. Fully stepping away from them, Ajani checks his messages.
Princxss Dia: I’m ready
He wastes no time to order Diamanté’s Uber ride. 
With the distance between them and the Lou music playing overhead, it’s hard for him to hear. He knows Mykel and Boku are talking about him.
He refrains from even thinking much about it, though. Because just talking to Diamanté is putting him in a better mood.
Jani: its coming in 5 min
*screenshot of the Uber order*
Princxss Dia: tyy daddy🤗
Jani: 🙄
Princxss Dia: 💀
Jani: send me a picture
I wanna c u
Princxss Dia: it’s gonna ruin the surprise
Jani: surprise 
🤨
Princxss Dia: 💀
Jani: stop playing Dia
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Thankfully, Aleya and Sevyn arrive not too long after. Their presences lighten the atmosphere considerably. 
Especially when Sevyn and Boku fall into conversation—a playful argument as usual about some dumb shit.
“Oh my God, I miss Dia’,” Aleya pouts. “Where is she?” She does a full-body turn, looking to Ajani.
Boku keeps quiet this time.
The question garners attention from the others within the group, who are now curious of his answer.
He kisses his teeth. “Why yall not asking her? Damn, what the fuck?”
Sevyn’s face screws up as her neck jerks back. “Nigga, calm the fuck down.”
“Right,” Aleya eyes him as her lips twist into an ugly scowl. “I just thought you’d know since y’all seem to be close.”
Sevyn hums in agreement. “Real close.”
Now, he’s making a face. “What that mea—“
“Hi guys!”
The much softer voice breaks the conversation, catching everyone’s attention. 
Walking towards them, Diamanté’s bright smile lights up the dimly lit space. 
Her straightened, black hair flows down her back. Being pulled back, it leaves her entire outfit exposed: a simple black Skims dress, flowing to her ankles.
The classy, white Hermes slides on her feet show off her white French toes. A small white crossbody purse ties the dress with the shoes.
Yeah, she’s cute and all—Ajani would never deny her that. But even underneath the restaurant’s dim, multicolored lighting, he can see every detail of her body “hiding” beneath the thin, ribbed fabric.
Down to her fucking belly piercing.
His eyes flick up to look into hers. He’s staring hard.
“Finally!” Aleya screams.
She runs to meet the short woman halfway, throwing her arms around her. Sevyn is right behind her, doing the same.
The women hug each other and their bodies sway like palm trees in the wind. Ajani’s happy for them—Diamanté, at least. It’s been so long since she’s seen them.
However, the happiness is short lived.
Others seem to be enjoying the women’s show happiness, too. Ajani looks over them, catching a small group of guys watching them.
What hint of a smile that was on his face shrinks immediately.
“I missed you guys,” Dia tells them as she pulls back, covering her mouth.
“We need to go out more,” Sevyn says. “‘Cause not seeing each other for this long is fucking ridiculous.”
“I know,” she pouts.
“Girl, you look so fucking good—” A sharp gasp slices through Aleya’s sentence. She reaches out to grab Dia’s arm, pulling her forward to peer down her back. “Girl, your ass!”
Looking too, Sevyn’s mouth drops in shock. “Damn, bitch!” 
Diamanté only laughs as she looks between her friends.
“It looks so fucking big,” Aleya says in awe. She looks over at Sevyn. “No, like deadass. Like it looks bigger.”
“How she get more ass and mine getting flatter?” Sevyn jokes.
“Drop the routine!” Aleya reaches behind Diamanté, grabbing a good handful of her ass. She sticks out her tongue.
Diamanté only laughs harder.
“Fuck a routine,” Sevyn declares. “Who you been fucking?” The interrogative expression on her face is intense.
“Oh my God,” she says, hand over her mouth as her smile only grows.
“It’s so heavy,” Aleya says in amazement, using both hands to lift her ass. Squeezing tightly, the dimpled skin can be seen through the fabric. “I can’t even hold it all, what the fuck!”
As the girls continue to laugh, Ajani only continues to watch the leering men. 
It takes everything in him not to go towards the women and tell them to stop.
Playfully, Diamanté rolls her eyes. “You guys are chatting.”
“No, girl. Your shit is mad fat, like what the fuck?”
“Okay, okay,” Diamanté says. “Can we sit now?”
Sevyn purses her lips, eyeing her friend. “Mhm. Look at you, you just so tea. Like you come up in here glowing, ass fatter, face card on 10, inches—you just showing out tonight!”
“Facts,” Aleya agrees.
Finally, they return to the other half of the group. Diamanté breaks away from her girls to greet the guys.
“Wassup, Dia,” Mykel gives her a side hug.
“Hey,” she sings.
She pulls away to give Boku the same embrace.
“Hey, Dia.”
“Hi, Boku,” she smiles.
Boku and Ajani make eye contact for a split second. Quickly, Boku looks away just before pulling back.
Ajani doesn’t get the chance to really mug that nigga how he wants to as Diamanté makes her way over to him.
“Hiii,” her voice is much softer.
She’s trying to fight back a smile, he can tell. But, it’s too cute as her teeth slowly come into full display.
The corners of his mouth lift uncontrollably. “Hey.”
Wordlessly, she steps into his embrace, resting her head on his chest. His arms circle around her waist, pulling her body closer.
“Why you ain’t text me when you got here?” 
His chest vibrates with each word. She can even hear the smile in his voice.
“I forgot.”
“Would’a came out and got you.”
She pulls away with a laugh, careful to keep their interaction brief enough so that they don’t get their friends started.
“Damn, Ajani. She wasn’t going nowhere.”
Clearly, that didn’t work.
His smile drops as his eyes flit over to Aleya, who wears a smug grin on her lips.
“Aight, now that all y’all niggas is here, I’ma see if we could check in for the table,” Boku announces.
He parts from the group to make his way to the hostess’ booth.
Conversation between the remaining five is quite mellow. Ajani finds himself standing back, only admiring Diamanté as she speaks.
Even when she’s quiet, he’s paying close attention to her body language and the way she reacts to things said.
“Let’s go,” Boku says as he rejoins the group.
“Thank you, God,” Aleya praises.
“Facts, these heels are killing my feet,” Sevyn complains as she starts after Boku.
As everyone else follows, heading towards the table, Ajani stays behind. Before Diamanté can catch up, he grabs ahold of her hand, stopping her in her tracks.
“Hol’on, ‘cause I didn’t get a proper ‘hello.’”
He pulls her body back in close, missing the feel of her against him. He almost sighs when her soft body presses against his.
Diamanté allows herself to smile as big as she wants to. She angles her head up for a kiss. The gentleman he is, Ajani meets her halfway and presses his lips against hers.
A small peck isn’t enough, as he finds himself going back in for a couple more. And as he does so, he doesn’t resist the urge to reach behind her and cop a feel of her ass himself.
His lips plant mini smooches from her cheek all the way down to her neck. She turns her head to the side, giving him more access.
“You look mad good,” he says into her skin.
His muffled voice tickles her skin, pulling a bubbly giggle out of her. “You told me that already.”
“Aight, and I’m telling you again.” Ajani pulls back just far enough to look her in the eyes. 
Damn, he really meant that shit. It’s almost unbelievable how bad she is. Sometimes he wonders how the fuck he was able to bag her.
“But I also told you not to come outside wearing no shit like this—“
She squeals as he lays a harsh smack to her ass, gripping the fat immediately after.
“Ajani!” She whisper-shouts, eyes wide with shock.
He only bites down on his bottom lip, eyes flitting past her to see the group of men from earlier still in the same spots. 
Except this time, they’re glaring. 
“Told you I ain’t want you showing off my shit like this.”
His other hand cradles her neck, squeezing just enough as he plants another smooch on her lips.
When he pulls back, he sees the inkling of a dazed look in her low eyes. Even from behind those big ass glasses.
“Okay,” she whines softly.
“Mmh.”
She begins to laugh, because she can definitely feel herself slipping into a mood.
“C’mon, before I fuck ya lil’ ass up out here.” His hands fall from her. “Got niggas looking at you all crazy.”
He holds his hand out for her to take. When she does, they make their way over to the table. 
However, before they get close enough, they place some distance between themselves.
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Conversation at the table is all smiles and laughter over their platters and drinks.
Speaking of drinks, no one at the table is too good to pass up a bit of alcohol. Not even those who drove here.
“See this? This right here?” Sevyn taps an acrylic nail to the glass of her fruity drink. “I’ma need me some more’a that!”
“Mhm,” Aleya hums, sipping on hers through the straw.
Liquor seems to bring the conversation out of the friends. But, Ajani refrains from specifically addressing Boku. And Diamanté finds herself becoming more and more quiet.
Even with her besties around her, she can’t seem to make herself speak. What can she say, when all of her thoughts are filled with Ajani? Definitely not anything that should be said out-loud. 
At the very least, on a FaceTime call with just the girls.
Hiding behind her lemon drop, she watches him from across the table with low eyes. Every time he smiles, he does so just enough to give a peek at his grillz. 
Fuck, he looks so good. He smells even better. And the way he was choking her up out there, smacking her ass—
No lie, it made her wet. Her clit was thumping for sure. The liquor isn’t helping as it’s bringing up memories.
Like how just a couple of nights ago, she was staying over at his apartment. It was a time. 
Two shots of Don was all it took for her to end up on her tummy, getting dicked down.
He fucked her stupid that night. She almost wished she wasn’t on birth control. But that was just the liquor talking.
Her eyes flutter close as her thighs squeeze together. She has to take a deep breath.
“And Dia’s ass is already off the shits!”
A chorus of laughter sounds throughout the table, knocking her from her thoughts. As she looks around her, she offers a shy smile.
“Y’all some damn lightweights,” Sevyn continues to joke.
“I ain’t—look—I ain’t no fuckin’ lightweight,” Boku shouts, holding his glass up.
“Maaan,” Mykel gives him a look. “You better slow down, nigga.”
More laughter sounds. With the spotlight off of her, Diamanté’s thoughts circle back to Ajani.
And speaking of, he takes a sip of his alcohol to hide his smirk. He’s not oblivious, he could feel her staring this whole time.
Of course, it flatters him. If it’s one thing about Diamanté, it’s that she gets freaky off the liquor. And he can tell what’s running through her mind.
Because he’s thinking about the same thing. He’s just got to hold out for the rest of the night.
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Leave it up to Boku to plan some weird ass shit. Who the fuck goes bowling after dinner and drinks?
Shit, at least the place serves drinks. And if Ajani was fucking with him right now, he’d commend him for at least picking a good spot.
The alley is surprisingly busy around this time, for it being almost eleven pm. It’s mostly dark in here, just like the damn restaurant.
Why doesn’t Boku ever pick places with good lighting?
“On my soul, I’m washing y’all niggas,” Aleya swears. She shoves a foot into the rented pair of shoes.
Mykel shakes his head, strapping up his pair. “Here she go.”
“Oh shit … I don’t got not socks, y’all.” The usual rasp in Sevyn’s voice is worse due to the drinks.
“Me neither,” Diamanté says, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she fans herself.
Not only is she just a bit horny, but she’s fucking hot. The only downside to drinking. She only hopes she doesn’t sweat her silk press out.
“There’s a booth that sells them,” Boku says.
“Honestly, I don’t think I’ma play. I’ll just watch y’all,” she smiles.
“Ugh! Boringgg,” Aleya groans, throwing her head back.
Sevyn looks to Diamanté. “Okay, well, you could come with me while I buy my socks?”
She nods, prompting her to stand up. 
“Can’t wait to wear them shoes. Fuck these heels, bro.” Sevyn holds on to her shoulder for support.
“Aye, if y’all get lost, call one’a us,” Ajani says. “It’s too many people in here tonight.”
“Sure thing, officer!” Sevyn scoffs.
Ajani gives her a scowl, and Dia gives him a short wave before the two of them are off.
“Damn, that’s a long ass line!” Sevyn scowls seeing the bodies fill the area.
“Oh my gosh,” Diamanté frowns.
“I do not wanna be standing on these fucking heels any longer!”
Kissing her teeth, she reluctantly joins the line, Dia in tow. As they wait, both women are scrolling through their phones trying to pass the time.
But it doesn’t take long for them to get to talking.
“If I ask you this question, you gonna be honest?”
Diamanté peers up from her screen to look at Sevyn. Her brows pull together in question. “Yeah?”
Sevyn eyes her for a moment. “You and Ajani fucking? Like—and be honest. Don’t lie to me girl, I hate that shit.”
A sigh leaves Diamanté. Clicking her phone off, she fully looks her friend in the eyes. “Yeah—“
“I knew it! I fucking knew iiit!” Sevyn jumps up and down on her supposedly aching feet. “Fuck! Since when?”
Trying to keep herself from smiling, she stays quiet.
A gasp. “It was after the party, wasn’t it?”
She nods, her smile growing.
They move up in the line.
“Bitch! I fucking—nah, ‘cause I checked your fucking lo’ and your ass was still there after we all left. Uh-uh, y’all so damn nasty.”
“Okay,” she rolls her eyes. “Don’t say anything about it. I’m still trying to … figure out a way to tell the others.” She frowns to herself.
Sevyn makes a face. “Girl, what you mean? Just drop the tea,” she laughs. “Shit, you could do it in the fucking chat. Matter fact, I don’t even think niggas really give a fuck. We all grown, Dia’. And it’s not like we all didn’t see it coming…”
“Shut up.” She rolls her eyes. “But, I just wanna tell ‘Leya at least, before I really … break the news.”
“Aight, I feel you.” Sevyn looks her over before breaking out into a dirty smile. “So he the reason your ass been getting fatter.”
“Oh my gosh.” She looks away from her, shaking her head.
“That’s fucking crazy. Who the fuck knew he was putting it down like that?”
Just before she can respond, her phone lights up with a message.
Jani: wya
U got lost ?
“Speak’a the fucking devil,” Sevyn says over her shoulder, spotting the message.
“Hush,” Dia laughs, typingout her response. 
“I like how he ain’t even ask about me. So it’s just fuck me, then.”
“What if the ‘y’ means y’all?”
Sevyn rolls her eyes before her face settles. “But, at least he’s crazy about you. That’s all I want for you.”
Diamanté looks up at her friend with a soft smile. “Thank you.”
“Mhm. I seen y’all at the restaurant.”
Her smile drops and her eyes widen just a bit. “Sevyn.”
“What?”
“If you saw why did you ask?”
She smirks. “I just wanted to see if you would lie.”
The shorter woman groans out.
“Yeah, ya lil’ ass is mad freaky, eewww.” She laughs obnoxiously. “Never thought I’d see you get choked up like that. Or him smacking ya shit—”
“Stop, please!” She hides her face in her hands.
“Oh, I just know he told you not to wear that shit,” she cackles. “You in trouble,” she sings. “That nigga had that crazy look in his eyes. Especially when he seen them niggas staring in the restaurant.”
“Are you serious?”
“Mhm,” she nods with crossed arms. “You just make sure you stay on his good side. Before I become an aunty too soon.”
Diamanté shoves her shoulder. “Don’t wish that on me.”
“Oh, bitch, I’m actually wishing that shit and more. You know I always wanted a little niece or nephew—even if ‘Jani’s annoying ass is the father.” She rolls her eyes.
“I rebuke kids,” she laughs. “Hell no.”
“Yeah, okay. If you say that, you better not tell me that y’all be fucking raw.”
Diamanté doesn’t say anything to that.
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When the game commences, Diamanté is the only one to sit it out. And she’s having just as good a time as any.
Mykel had ordered wings for the group—lemon pepper and garlic Parmesan. Drinks, too, of course.
She nibbles on a couple of wings, courtesy of Ajani feeding them to her.
He’s had his fair share of extra drinks. And with each sip, he’s caring less and less about hiding shit from their friends.
Speaking of drinks, Dia’s been washing her food down with sips of water and gulps of fruity, alcoholic drinks. And she really should’ve stopped herself. 
Because now she’s got to go to the bathroom.
“Nah, I dead gotta go, too,” Sevyn says.
“I’ma come with y’all.” Aleya gets on her feet.
“Damn, y’all just gonna pause the game like that?” Mykel says, biting into a wing.
“We’ll be back!” Aleya declares.
The women make their way over to the bathrooms, which—unsurprisingly—has a line.
“Fuuuck! All these fucking lines!” Sevyn groans, stomping her foot.
“I know,” Dia says, shifting in her spot as she holds her lower stomach. “I gotta go … so bad,” she huffs.
“I bet you the men’s bathroom not even full like that.”
Sevyn scoffs. “I’m not going to no niggas’ bathroom at a bowling alley. ‘Bouta smell like funky dick and straight piss in there.”
Dia laughs.
“But, shit, since we here…” Sevyn turns to her. “Tell her.”
Aleya looks to Diamanté. 
“Oh, um … Ajani and I—“
“I fucking knew it!”
Sevyn throws her head back in laughter. 
“Y’all could not hide that shit!” Her eyes are wide as she points back at their lane. “When I seen that nigga feeding you them wings, it was certified!”
“Bitch, you don’t even wanna know what I saw,” Sevyn says, clinging to her.
As she and Diamanté catch her up on everything, they inch closer to the bathroom door.
Diamanté tells them about the most recent date they’d been on together. And while it’s an interesting story, Sevyn can’t help but to feel eyes on them.
She turns her head, to see a group of men looking their way. They make eye contact, as it appears that they’re pushing their friend to make a move.
“Oh fuck no.”
Aleya and Diamanté look at her.
“Y’all, is that them niggas from the restaurant?”
They look over at the men, one of them immediately making eye contact with Dia.
“Please don’t tell me they about to come over here,” Aleya scowls. “Ugh, I hate niggas!”
She says it loud enough for them to hear. And yet, one of them is still making their way over.
Sevyn kisses her teeth. “Bruh.”
The guy making his way over has his eyes dead set on Diamanté. His long locs are pulled back into barrel twists and a mature beard sits on the lower half of his face.
His dangling cross earring makes Sevyn scoff. “This corny ass nigga,” she mumbles.
“Wassup,” he greets, only looking at Diamanté.
Rude, she thinks. Her nose wrinkles as the smell of weed fills the space.
“Hello to you, too,” Aleya sasses.
“My bad,” he laughs. “I just wanted to come talk to you,” he nods over at Dia. 
“Okay,” she says quietly.
“You fine as shit, I’m not even gonna cap,” he smiles, showing a gold canine tooth. “Not on no creep-shit, but I seen you at The Palacades and,” he shrugs. “Don’t hurt to try, right?”
“Proceeds to be on some creep-shit,” Sevyn says.
“Right,” Aleya agrees.
The two share a laugh, causing the man to glance at them. He doesn’t let that deter him, though.
“You … saw me there?” Diamanté asks, her face creasing with confusion. 
“Yeah you and that guy.”
Now it’s Aleya’s turn to make a face.
“Hol’up,” Sevyn laughs, shaking her head. 
“Y’know, I just wanted to shoot my shot. Like, you never know. Y’all might not even be serious—“
“Well, they are. And you’re mad weird for asking.” She twists her face up. “What the fuck? Nigga is you cool?”
“Hold on,” he says, turning to Sevyn. “I don’t remember asking about you. So, I don’t know why you tryna get involved.” He’s getting visibly irritated.
“She don’t have to,” Aleya steps in. “If you seen my friend with her nigga, why are you harassing her?”
Worry makes itself evident on Dia’s face. She’s not sure where this conversation is going to go. And she definitely forgot her pepper gel at home.
“‘Cause that corny ass move that nigga tried to do wasn’t shit,” he laughs. “He think smacking ya ass was gonna scare somebody off? I don’t give a fuck about that shit,” he laughs. 
“Okay, no—“ Diamanté starts, but Sevyn is too quick to come to her defense.
“Get the fuck outta here, you weirdo ass nigga. She don’t want you!”
“She said that, though?”
“She ain’t say she wanted you neither,” Aleya says.
“Man, y’all bitches kill me.”
“Bitches?” They all say in unison.
“Yeah. It’s always the ugly ones talking the most shit—“
“Nigga you look like a fucking dog in the face yourself!” Aleya gets to pointing.
And as their voices climb, both sides growing more aggressive, Diamanté finds herself paralyzed with fear.
She is not sober enough for this.
Back at the lane, the guys keep themselves busy. Mykel cheats, taking the girl’s turns for them—and throwing horrendous gutter balls.
Meanwhile, Boku and Ajani are seated, munching on the leftover wings. Well, Ajani doesn’t eat as much as Boku, but he’s got a couple of bites in.
Neither of them address the other. And it’s … annoying. 
Although Ajani is still upset about what was said, it sucks that this is how their first time hanging out in a minute has to be like this.
But he’s not a pussy. And he’s damn sure not speaking first. 
A nudge to his shoulder brings him out of his phone. He looks up, seeing Boku stare at him.
“Yo, I’m sorry ‘bout earlier, bro. I should’ve never said that shit. I just be talking sometimes, you know that. And I be saying the wrong shit.”
“Mmh.”
“And Dia’s my friend. It’s not right’a me to be disrespecting her like that. If you want, shit, I’ll even apologize to her, too.”
Ajani watches him for a moment.
Their silence is broken by a shout from Mykel in the distance, cheering as he scores a strike.
“Nah … you ain’t gotta do that,” he finally says. “I respect the apology. But watch your mouth ‘bout her.”
Boku nods in understanding.
Silence falls over them again as the sounds of the alley machines, the music, people talking, and the arcade games fill the space.
Ajani almost feels himself dissociating again as his tipsy brain thinks. And one thing about him, is that his mouth runs.
Swallowing, he looks away from his friend. “Nah … you was right, though.”
Boku wears a questioning look on his face. “What you mean?”
It takes a second before Ajani finally looks at him. “We fucking with each other.”
He tries to conceal his excitement. But, he just can’t stop himself from dapping him up. 
“My nigga—uh, no disrespect, though.”
Ajani shakes his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
“Y’all better come play before I do your turns!”
“Nigga, fuck the game! Come over here, Jay got something to say!”
Reluctantly placing the ball back onto the rack, Mykel heads over to them.
“What you got to say?” He takes the last garlic Parmesan wing, earning a glare from Boku.
“Guess,” Boku says.
Mykel turns to Ajani, eyeing him. “You and Dia?”
He nods, earning another smile from their standing friend. “That’s what I’m talking ‘bout,” he laughs. “You asked her?”
“Yeah,” Ajani says, keeping it short. But his smile says everything, as he reminisces on that night.
“When y’all got together?” Boku asks.
He kisses his teeth, feeling the liquor in his system. “Uh … at the party.”
Both men stare at him with wide eyes. 
“Nigga—that’s almost six months!” Boku shouts.
“It’s no way y’all hid that shit for that long,” Mykel laughs.
“Wasn’t my idea,” Ajani says. “She over here, scared to say shit. But me—I’on give a fuck.” He scoffs. “I’a get her shit tatted, she keep fuckin’ with me,” he shakes his head, toying with the ends of a braid.
Boku and Mykel share a look, and a thought—this nigga is drunk.
Before either of them could voice it, however, Sevyn’s raspy ass voice enters their ears.
“Y’all hear that shit?” Mykel asks, twisting and turning to find the source of the voice.
“Why the fuck she yelling?” Boku asks, looking for her, too.
“How they still not back from the bathroom?”
It’s Ajani that spots her first—in a nigga’s face.
“Yo,” he says, sitting up, more alert than ever.
The guys notice, too. And it doesn’t take long for Ajani to get out of his seat. He’s the first to make it over there. And immediately he’s hit with the smell of weed.
“What’s going on?”
He immediately looks to Diamanté, who has discomfort written all over her face.
“Hell no, come get this nigga,” Aleya shout, pointing at the man.
Ajani watches him back up an inch as he raises his hands in defense. As he stares at the guy, he finds him just a tad bit familiar.
“What’s the issue?”
“It’s no issue, bro—“
“Clearly, it is!” Sevyn cuts in. “‘Cause you was throwing that ‘bitch’ word around a lot—“
“Look, I was just tryna get at your friend,” he says, pointing to Diamanté.
Ajani’s brows furrow as he looks between her and the guy.
“She don’t want you,” Aleya screams.
Then it clicks; This guy was apart of that group that caught themselves staring Diamanté down.
“Go back to your fuckin’ group,” Ajani says. “You a fuckin’ cornball,” he spits.
“Bum ass nigga—and he stink!” Aleya points at him.
“Man, get the fuck outta here, she don’t need no other nigga.” 
Ajani steps forward as he speaks, the other man stepping back.
“Aight, my fault—“
“It was. The fuck?” Sevyn says.
Finally, the man walks off, leaving the friends alone once more. The women seem to let out a sigh of release, and Diamanté seems to cling to Ajani’s side.
“That fucking weirdo. Shit just pissed me off I don’t even wanna pee no more.” Sevyn crosses her arms, her anger slow to dissipate.
“No, I’m still gonna use the bathroom,” Aleya scoffs.
“Me too.”
Diamanté’s quiet voice grabs their attentions, especially Ajani’s.
His brows furrow. “Nah, you could use the bathroom home.”
Her eyes widen. “What?”
“Yeah, fuck all this shit. We going.”
“Ajani—“
He shakes his head. “Nah, I’on give a fuck. That nigga got me fucked up.”
Aleya and Sevyn share a knowing look.
“Tell ‘em niggas we gone,” he says, taking up Diamanté’s hand.
Too tipsy to really object, she tells her friends ‘goodnight,’ promising to text them tomorrow.
Sevyn and Aleya’s farewells are drowned out by their quickly increasing distance and the overall loudness of the alley.
When they finally make it outside, the cool breeze of tonight hits her clammy skin. She squeezes his hand tighter.
“Fuckin’ bum ass nigga—I knew I seen him.”
She peers up at him, his eyes staring off into the distance as he speaks his thoughts.
“Should’a fucked him up, if I’m being honest.”
When they reach his car, Ajani opens the passenger door for her. She climbs inside, relieved to be off her feet.
But before he closes the door, he bends down to look her in the eyes.
“You good?”
She nods. “Yeah.”
“He didn’t touch you or nothing?”
“No, Ajani. I’m good.” 
With a nod, he shuts the car door and walks over to his side before sliding behind the wheel.
The drive to his apartment is quiet for the first few minutes. Even his music plays low over the speakers.
She watches his side profile, noting the lowness of his eyes and the way his shoulders sag.
“I’m sorry.”
His eyes don’t leave the road, but his brows furrow. “For what?”
She only shrugs, the small action enough to garner his attention for just a second.
“You ain’t do shit. That nigga was just a creep.”
“Yeah,” she exhales. 
“Shit, but I definitely shouldn’t be driving right now.” He drags a hand down his face. “Just tryna get in my fuckin’ bed.”
Licking her lips, Diamanté busies her hands by toying with her phone. “Are you really tired?”
He gives her a quick side eye as a lazy smile presents on his face.
“Depends … what you tryna do?”
She looks forward at the nearly empty road ahead of them. Then she shrugs.
“Yeah, I seen the way you was looking at me back at the restaurant... Lil’ freaky ass.”
She laughs just a bit. “It’s been a couple days … what do you expect?”
He scoffs, leaning back in his seat as he leaves one hand on the wheel. “You really sumn else,” he says low, rubbing his chin.
Chewing on her lower lip, she stares at him as a thought brews in her head. Her silence cause him to look her way.
“What you thinkin’ ‘bout over there?”
She releases her bottom lip. Her eyes drop to his lap.
“Can I touch it?”
He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. “Could do whatever you want … it’s yours.”
With caution, she slowly reaches over the console and spreads her hand over his lap. She traces the barely-hard length through his jeans.
He retains his composure even as he struggles to focus on driving properly.
“You smelled so good today,” she whispers.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” she breathes out. “So fucking good. She laughs softly, pulling a smile out of him.
The more she rubs up on him, the harder he gets. She licks her lips and reaches over with the other hand to unbutton his jeans and zip them down.
She slips a hand between the layer of his jeans and his boxers, feeling him up through the thin fabric.
“When we was at the restaurant, I was thinking of last weekend, when I stayed over.”
Cradling the underside of his dick, her thumb swipes over his fat tip. Excitement races through her as she feels every curve of the mushroom-shaped head.
A faint twitch makes her smile bigger.
“How you was fucking me.”
Her voice slightly lifts at the end of her sentence, as if the thought alone was enough to get her going.
He found that shit so sexy.
Her thumb continues to rub circles into him. However, she also begins to squeeze him in her palm.
Ajani shifts in his seat, his legs widening on their own.
“Fuck, you were so deep, baby.”
She’s squeezing him harder, her little hand working his tip.
“So fucking deep—“
He barely hears the tiny moan that slips out. It takes his attention off of the road for a couple of seconds.
Just long enough for him to catch her with her other hand now between her own legs, dress hiked up around her waist.
He quickly looks away. The sight sends another rush of blood to his dick, and she can feel it as he pulses in her hand.
As one of her hands feels along his length, the other presses against the seat of her damp panties. The pressure pulls a shiver out of her.
“Oh, shit,” she gasps, quietly. “Fuck, I still have to pee.” Her thighs clamp around her wrist as she remembers her plight.
He glances at her again, trying to fight the melting of his brain as she continues to get him off.
“Keep going.”
His raspy voice catches her off guard.
“W-what?”
He licks his lips and swallows, taking a turn onto a major roadway. “Keep touching yourself.”
“I still have to pe—“
“Hold it.”
Her silence earns another look her way.
“I mean it, too. Just got this shit detailed … so don’t fuck up my seats.”
The gentleness of his voice makes her clench.
His head almost falls back when a tight pressure surrounds his balls. It’s hard to keep his eyes open.
Kicking off her sandal, Diamanté pulls a leg up onto the seat. Her French-tipped toes dig into the shiny, smooth leather as she opens herself up wider.
She rubs herself through her thin panties with a full hand. As she falls into a rhythm, both of her hands sync together as she pleasures both herself and Ajani.
Her legs open up even wider as she changes from using her full hand to just her middle and ring fingers. 
Pushed together, she rubs slow, sloppy circles over her clit. The swollen bud pulses, pushing through her thick folds and even creating a small bump through the thin material.
Her wrist aches, but she doesn’t stop. Her pussy clenched repeatedly and her breathing grows unsteady.
Slow, lazy blinks come before her eyes roll back closed. She whimpers to herself.
Ajani tries not to swerve as his brain tries to focus on two things at once. But, he can’t stop his hips from fucking into her hand—even if just a little bit.
Diamanté sends three, solid smacks to her pussy. Upon the third one, her thigh snap shut and her eyes squeeze closed. Her mouth hangs open as her body freezes.
Before she can stop it, her body lets loose for a split second. Just a tiny stream lets out, creating a small soak-spot into her underwear. Immediately, she regains control, stopping her release.
The pace she’d been able to keep up falters as she grows weak from her own hand.
“Keep going,” he tells her.
She shakes her head first. “I … I can’t.”
“Dia—“
“I can’t, I can’t—“
“Move ya hand.” 
He pries her thighs open with his free hand, and snatches hers from between them. 
He replaces her with his touch, cupping the fat mound before sliding his fingers against her. He feels the small wet spot, and it makes his dick harder.
“Told you to hold it.” He lays a smack down on her clit, and her legs try to close around his arm.
A louder moan leaves her this time. But, she holds it as best as she can.
“And keep squeezing my shit,” he says, his voice deep and heavy with lust.
Mewling, she gives her focus to his dick. Rubbing and squeezing it. And when that’s no longer enough, she pulls him out of his boxers.
“Shit…” he exhales in relief.
The hot, length stands stiff in both of her hands. Dribbles of precum run down his length. She’s quick to swipe it up as she twists both hands over him, pulling at the veiny skin.
“Mmh … fuck, baby. J-just like that.”
Ajani doesn’t let that distract him, however. Hand between her legs, he rubs his middle finger over her protruding clit.
She almost cries out as he neglects to touch her, keeping her underwear between them. 
His pointer finger drops down to join the middle. And he pinches her bud. She yelps out.
“Hold it,” he says, pinching harder. “Hold it.”
Her head falls back as she cries out. The dam is about the break, she can feel it. 
Her body goes numb for half a second, and then she feel the wet spot spread just a tiny bit bigger.
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming—“
He cups her once more, feeling her clench down on nothing in his hand. The pink G-string clings to her lips, conforming to their shape.
Her hands freeze around his dick, unable to focus on him as she tries to keep herself from finishing completely over his seats.
“We almost there … almost there,” he soothes, turning into his building’s parking lot.
After regaining her composure, Dia tucks him back in his pants and zips him back up.
Ajani removes his hand as he parks in his designated spot, giving her the chance to fix herself.
When they get out the car, it’s a bit of relief. However, Ajani still has to make it to his apartment without being caught with this boner.
Watching Dia walk ahead of him to get into the main building, he gets an idea.
It’s hard to concentrate as they stand there waiting for the elevator. There’s no one in the lobby, but that doesn’t make her any less nervous.
Standing, her backside pressed to his front, she feels his dick poking at her. 
Ajani’s so hard, it almost aches. He kisses his teeth, and his hand on her hip squeezes harder.
“Where this fuckin’ elevator at? Not tryna be waiting here all night.”
As he talks, his hips move just a bit, pushing his dick harder into the fat of her ass. It’s not helping, honestly.
But, much to her relief, the elevator finally arrives with a sharp ding. They walk in and Ajani is quick to press the button to the eleventh floor.
It seems like time slows as the shaft achingly climbs the floors. Dia doesn’t get to watch the numbers change as a hand comes around her neck and squeezes—her eyes flutter shut.
“Can’t wait to ruin yo shit,” he whispers in her ear. “Have you bouncing on my dick.”
She moans softly as his hand tightens.
He sucks his teeth. “Matter fact—“
It must be the liquor that has him doing this, and what’s got her letting it happen.
In one second, she’s bent over, her hands bracing the wall before her as he stands behind.
“Should just fuck ya lil’ ass in here.”
He smacks her left cheek before rutting into her. He spreads her ass with both hands, rubbing his clothed dick into her core.
“O-oh fuck,” she whimpers. The friction has her legs trembling.
“Keep fuckin’ moaning,” he pants, fucking against her. His eyes almost roll back and his balls tighten in his pants.
“Baby—“
Slapping a hand over her mouth, she tries to keep quiet … and from cumming.
Backing up just an inch, he instead holds her by her waist and bounces her hard against him. She almost wails, her pussy craving to be filled.
But her torture ends soon as the elevator dings again, announcing their arrival to the eleventh floor. They waste no time getting out and making their way to his front door. 
When they come to it, he hands her his keys as he remains behind her. She almost fumbles them, her hands shaking.
He grabs onto her hips again, gripping tightly.
“Hurry up … you’on feel that?”
The gravel of his voice makes her shiver, and the way his dick is pressed into her ass almost makes her eyes roll back.
His face drops into the crook of her neck and shoulder to press a kiss into her warm skin.
“He missed you, baby.”
The slight slur in his voice drives her crazy. But, not more than the way he presses his hips harder against her.
Click, the door goes as she finally unlocks it. The rush of air that hits them as she pushes it open is refreshing. It clears her senses for just half-a-second before her brain is plunged back into a hot pool of lust.
Ajani’s got his hands on her, spinning her around to press a wet kiss onto her lips. A heavy moan slips out of her as he squeezes her throat.
He sucks on her tongue like it’s his only lifeline, enjoying the taste of her spit too much.
His free hand encircles her waist and heads down to grip as much fat as it could.
The burn of his grip has her clenching in her panties. He pulls out of the kiss just to look her in the eyes.
“Take this stupid ass dress off before I rip it.”
His grip on her throat tightens and she feels herself go dumb a little bit. She nods.
He lets go of her completely, just to watch her pull the black dress over her head. 
All she’s got on is that tiny ass, pink G-string, no bra. The fabric is drenched with a wet stain as it clings to her. And her lips are damn near spilling out of it.
“Not even gonna be able to walk when I done with you,” he mumbles, staring at her as he squeezes his dick through his pants.
“Wait, I wanna do something else first.”
Diamanté’s gaze drops to the hard outline of his dick—so thick and long.
“Yeah?” He looks at her with low eyes, paying keen attention to the outline of her fat pussy. “What you tryna do?”
She starts towards him, walking slow. 
“I wanna suck it.”
His brows lift as an inkling of a smile is on his lips. “Oh, word?”
“Yeah.”
She stops right before him. A gentle push to his chest sends a big enough of message—he falls back onto his couch. And his eyes follow her as she gets down on her knees before him.
She crawls to him, sitting between his legs. Even pushes them apart wider. He almost shivers at her delicate touch on his knees.  
“Would you let me?”
She blinks up at him as her hands snake their way up his thighs and into his lap. He slips further down into the couch, biting his lip as he watches her undo his pants for the second time tonight.
She gets a peek of those grills again, and she just finds them so sexy.
“Awe shit, baby, you could do whatever you want…”
His aid comes as he lifts his hips as she drags the heavy denim down his legs. Drunken giggles pour out from her lips as she eyes his print through his boxers.
Even through the thin fabric, the familiar heat of her palm makes his dick twitch. He has to stop himself from humping into her hand as she grips along his length.
Her laughter melts away as she watches his face with a luring smile. 
“You’re so wet, baby.”
He almost doesn’t even hear her soft voice. But when he does, he looks down and notices the dark spot on his boxers.
“Shit … that’s all you,” he mumbles. His eyes bore into her as she pulls him out of his underwear.
He’s stiff and heavy in her hand. Her smaller fingers squeeze him just a bit tighter, a weak attempt at trying to get a better grip on him. 
It amuses him, seeing how the tips of her fingers don’t even meet when they’re around him.
The warmth blossoming under his skin goads her to run a fist over his length.
“You know how to do it?” he asks her.
She nods before looking back up at him. Looking into his eyes, she can tell that he’s fighting to stay present.
But with the liquor in both their systems, and lust running through their bodies, she can understand how difficult that must be for him.
“You don’t gotta … take it all,” he swallows.
His thigh twitches; Her tongue laves against the underside of the warm, soft tip. She holds him as she circles her tongue around the head, shining it with her spit. 
“Fuck,” he hisses softly, body melting into the couch cushions.
She brushes her tongue against him, picking up a perfect bead of precum just as it dribbles out.
He inhales, shifting in the seat. “Spit on my shit.”
Puckering her lips, she spits it back out on his tip and spreads it across his skin.
“Yeah,” he breathes out.
Holding him at the base, she takes his head back into her mouth. His stomach swoops and his breath stutters. 
Diamanté almost giggles, feeling his tip pulse in her mouth. She pulls off of him with a pop. 
She repeats the action a couple of more times, going pop … pop … pop! She enjoys too much how he groans above her.
“Stop playing, baby, c’mon.”
The sound of him begging makes her clit pulse. 
“Okay, okay,” she says softly, batting her lashes up at him.
Taking a deep inhale, she places her mouth back over the head. Slackening her jaw, she slowly descends his length.
“Awe … shiii,” he stares down at her in shock.
Already, her jaw aches, having to accommodate his size. She gets about halfway.
“Mmmh.”
The vibration of her hums make his toes curl. He jumps with a hiss. The movement gags her, and the sound only arouses him.
“T-take your time, baby—“ he grunts. “You don’t gotta—“
He chokes on his own words as he watches her continue to swallow him with a bit of effort. The sight has him clutching the couch cushions.
Her throat constricts around his dick as she bottoms out. She nuzzles her nose against the small bush of dark curls at his base.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, shifting his hips a bit.
Her eyes flutter close as she relishes the heavy weight her throat holds. His dick twitches, pulling a soft gag out of her.
He loves the sound.
Spit seeps from her mouth, dripping down his length. Trying to swallow around him is difficult.
Carefully, she lays her head against his open lap. She exhales through her nose, trying to relax as she suckles on him.
It’s almost addicting, having his dick stuff her mouth to the brim. She’s content … until she remembers her own arousal.
Her knees burn, but nevermind that. She brings a hand between her thick thighs, whimpering as she caresses herself.
The pads of her fingers slide back and forth over the soaked scrap of fabric covering her pussy.
Her thighs clench around her wrist. But still, she continues, sliding the tips of her acrylic nails against her aching pearl.
He watches her eyes open for just a second, only to showcase how they roll back. Her shoulders twitch.
“You touchin’ yourself?”
She barely nods as another twitch rakes throughout her body.
The already wet patch of her panties grows warmer as she leaks more arousal. Her fingers rub harder and her pussy spasms.
“Mmh—“
She whines around his dick, and his hips stutter.
“So fuckin’ nasty,” he groans. “Like my dick in your mouth.”
Another whimper.
Peeling a hand from the armrest of the couch, Ajani reaches for her straightened hair and gathers it in a tight ponytail.
“Relax your throat,” is his only warning.
Long, slow strokes have her gagging on him. The back or her throat makes wet clicks as his dick fucks the back of her throat.
Tears bubble in Diamanté’s eyes as her head bobs. Shaky fingers push her soaked panties to the side as she rubs through her sticky, creamy folds.
“Look so fuckin’ good like this,” he says through gritted teeth. 
She plays in her mess, webs of cream sticking to the pads of her fingers and her pink clit.
His hold around her hair tightens and his pace quickens. Her gags become harsher and louder as he face-fucks her.
A squeal sounds at the back of her throat as she DJs herself quickly. Her chest stutters as it gets harder to breathe with her choking on him. 
Her body tightens then releases; She sprays against her fingers and the hardwood floor. The hard stream catches his ears, making him sit up to watch.
The whites of her eyes are the only things that show as she cups herself between her legs.
A gooey mess of her spit and his precum drip down his balls and even her face, droplets falling on her bare chest.
“Shit, baby … awe shit,” he groans, head thrown back and mouth dropped open.
His stomach clenches as his brows pull together.
“I’m bout’a … c-cum—fuck.”
He pushes her head all the way down, holding her there as he fucks up into her. She tightens her throat around him, sending him over the edge.
Ropes of cum shoot down her throat, sending her pulling off of him in a coughing fit. 
When she calms, she pulls her hand from between her shaking thighs. It’s messy with the remnants of her cream and squirt.
She wraps it around him and spits his cum back on his dick.
It’s a bubbly, frothy mess. She jerks him off, milking him for the rest of his release as she mixes their cum and her spit together.
“So fuckin’ dirty,” he rasps, his body sagging against the chair.
The squelches of her fist over his dick is music to their ears. Her hand glides with ease as she squeezes him tighter.
“Beatin’ my shit so good.”
Breathy laughter pours out of her as she sticks out her tongue and flattens it. Staring into his low eyes, she taps his dick against the bed of her tongue.
She slides the pink muscle against him before flicking it twice against his leaky slit. He shivers beneath her, and she feeds off the reaction.
Taking his head back into her mouth, she sucks on it with her lips as she digs out his slit with her tongue.
He’s a whining mess as she overstimulates him.
“Fuck baby … fuuuck baby—fuck babyy—“
Ajani’s head falls back against the cushions and his eyes roll back. He opens his mouth to cry out:
“F-fuuuuuck—“
Lifting from him quickly, she taps him against her tongue as he erupts. His cum paints the pink muscle in white ropes.
“So good,” she hums, still tugging at him.
His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath and calm his beating heart. His ears ring and his vision’s got dots.
It takes him too long to return back to earth, as if she had hard reset him. 
But, that’s not where their night ends—far from it, actually.
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slamminslamminmcgill · 4 months ago
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i’m so glad y’all like how i write dialogue for deadpool cause i got more thoughts abt him fingering you. he loves t-dick and transmasc pussy and i put that on GOD!!!
him shoving his hand down your pants and trying to figure out what’s going on. he cups your crotch over your underwear, his thumb flicking across your itty bitty t-cock. he somehow doesn’t suspect a thing. “jesus, mary, and fucking joseph, i know i called you a tiny-dick twerp in theory, but this is just upsetting in practice. feels like i’m laughing at the mean comments on instagram reels. y’know, the kind where those mommy influencers exploit their children for views and—OH!” he swipes down the seam of your cunt, and it all finally dawns on him. “well, well, WELL, aren’t you just full of surprises, pretty boy?! gimme about 15 minutes and you could be full of cum, too, if that’s what your heart desires. oh! also! what do you like to call it? pussy? kitty? cunt? front? hole? snatch? hoo-ha? baby cave? penis fly-trap?”
he finally rips your underwear off and gets to explore you, gloves on skin.
“aw, for fuck’s sake, honey, you’re soaking wet ALREADY? tell me i’m not your first. or maybe you’re just easily excited? that’s honestly such a blessing for my ego though. i’m very flattered. truly. could i really just… slip some in already?”
“ahh—ha, fuck! fuck!!!”
almost as loud as you, wade gasps at how wet and silky, lush and inviting your cunt feels. part of him REALLY wants to just cut to the chase and fuck you right now. but that’d be rude. it’s his first time. he’s just been invited in. he needs a tour of the house.
“UGH, c’mon, stop it, how are you THIS fucking wet in here? i always thought that T must turn your cunt into the goddamn mojave but YOU…” he GROWLS and hooks his fingers into you, so perfectly into you, it feels like he’s pierced into your spinal cord. like he’s just rolling your central nervous system between his digits, “YOU are something else, juicy-cuntoure.”
then the motherfucker starts twisting them. scissoring them inside you and stretching out your insides.
“what’s your thing, the konami code?” he jokes, mapping it on your plush and squishy walls. “up up, down down, left right, left right, B A start? or are you more gta san andreas? R1, R2, X… no, wait, shit, what was it?” then he abandons the pattern, and just starts button mashing. he never abandons the bit though, he’ll just yap to himself even as you lose your fucking mind on his hand. “shit, c’mon, the rocket launcher, that’s an essential! i should have that one memorized! you NEED that to shoot at the police cars whenever they’re on screen! where was i? oh. yeah. knuckle deep in some little faggot. average weeknight for me. you wanna get nachos after this? maybe i could eat your ass in the bathroom at applebees?”
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luvzshy · 3 months ago
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Billie x reader Billie and the reader have been dating for a while
The reader has a kid the kid being 3/4 the reader hasn’t told Billie about her kid because she scared
Because last time someone found out that she had a kid they dumped her
One day Billie surprises the reader by coming to her house wanting to take her out for lunch
The reader not knowing who is at the door opens the door with her kid on her hip
I don’t know how to end this you can end it however you want
a/n: hi baby, i love this sm, i always daydream abt this jsksjs, enjoy ml mwuak✨✨💕
No More Hiding
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You were in the middle of preparing lunch for your daughter when there was a knock at the door. Your three-year-old, Ava, was perched on your hip, babbling about her toys as you tried to balance her and stir the pot. You hadn’t been expecting anyone, which instantly put you on edge.
Without thinking, you head to the door, Ava still clinging to you, and open it.
There, standing on your doorstep with her hands in the pockets of an oversized hoodie, is Billie. Your heart stops.
She wasn’t supposed to be here. Not now. Not like this.
Her smile falters just slightly when she sees Ava on your hip, but Billie quickly recovers, her eyes widening with surprise.
“Hey,” she says softly, uncertainty in her voice. “I thought I’d surprise you and take you out for lunch.”
You freeze. You can’t speak. You can’t move. Ava, completely oblivious to the tension, is still happily tugging at your shirt, trying to tell you about the princess in her favorite cartoon.
You swallow hard, feeling the weight of Billie’s gaze shift between you and Ava. This is it—the moment you’ve been dreading. The secret you’ve kept hidden, too scared of how Billie would react. You haven’t told her about Ava. Not because you didn’t want to, but because the last time someone found out you had a kid, they left. No explanations, just… gone.
You can’t go through that again.
Billie, however, is still standing there, waiting for you to say something. You can see the questions in her eyes, but she isn’t voicing them yet. Not yet.
“This is Ava,” you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper. “She’s… she’s my daughter.”
Billie’s brows furrow, but her expression doesn’t harden. It’s as if she’s processing what you just said, trying to figure out how to react.
“I didn’t tell you because…” You hesitate, taking a shaky breath. “Because the last time I told someone I had a kid, they broke up with me. I was scared you’d do the same.”
There. You’ve said it. The fear, the truth—all of it is out in the open now.
Billie’s lips part slightly, but she doesn’t look angry or upset. Just… thoughtful. She glances at Ava, who is staring at her with big curious eyes, and then back at you.
“I don’t really know what to say,” she admits, her voice gentle, “except that… I’m not going anywhere.”
You blink, unsure if you’ve heard her correctly. “What?”
Billie takes a step forward, her gaze steady and full of reassurance. “I didn’t know about Ava, and yeah, it’s a lot to take in right now. But I’m not leaving just because you have a daughter. I wish you’d told me sooner, but I get why you didn’t.” She gives you a small, understanding smile. “I’m not that person who’s going to walk out on you because of this.”
Tears burn the back of your eyes, but you hold them back. Billie looks at Ava again, this time with a soft smile.
“She’s adorable,” she adds, stepping closer.
Ava, sensing something different about Billie, reaches out a hand toward her. Billie’s smile grows as she gently takes Ava’s tiny hand in hers.
“Hi, I’m Billie,” she says to Ava, who giggles in response.
A weight you didn’t realize you had been carrying for so long lifts off your shoulders. Billie isn’t running. She isn’t turning away. In fact, she’s stepping closer, accepting not just you, but the most important part of your life—Ava.
You let out a shaky breath, your heart swelling with a mix of relief and gratitude. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier,” you whisper, still holding onto the overwhelming fear that had gripped you for so long.
Billie just shakes her head. “You don’t have to apologize. I get it. But from now on, no more hiding, okay? We’re in this together.”
You nod, a tear slipping down your cheek. “Okay.”
Billie leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, before looking back at Ava. “So… how about we still go get that lunch? I think someone here deserves a treat.”
Ava claps her hands in excitement, and you can’t help but laugh, your heart feeling lighter than it has in years. As you step outside, Billie’s arm wraps around your shoulders, and for the first time in a long time, you feel like everything is going to be okay.
You’re going to be okay.
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ellecdc · 3 months ago
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hello to elle from me at 2 in the morning AND CONGRATS ON 4k !!!
i’ve got an exam in t minus 6 hours so you probably won’t see this until then, but i’ve been studying like crazy all semester and cramming as much as i can tn but this class is so hard and i’ve pretty much faced the fact that im gonna bomb it soooo….
i’m here for the drinks!!
studying has put me in a remus mood so i’m thinking of reader pretty much just overworking her brain and getting upset and teary eyed abt a big assignment (so basically me rn el oh el) and remus being just so lovely about it
much love <3
hope your exam went well!! thanks for the love and for playing <3
so I have a hard time imagining Remus allowing you to get to the point of flustered tears, simply because he would have been on you to take breaks and such right from the get-go
I think he'd be surprised/startled at first because he'd be cataloguing all of his and your interactions over the last little while to a) make sure he hadn't done something to upset you and b) trying to figure out how he allowed you to get this upset
"Dovey..." he'd coo as he quickly sat in the chair beside you, closing your laptop quietly and pushing your work away from in front of you so you couldn't even look at it. "what's going on?"
"I'm so stupid." you nearly sob. he has a hard time not laughing at you simply because that's not true and you sound so petulant
"you're not stupid, you're tired."
"I'm a failure. I'm going to fail." - "that's quite enough out of you." he'd simply admonish, pulling you into his chest as he rocked you back and forth until you calmed down a bit
he'd convince you to take a shower or, better yet, a bath, maybe even doing your hair for you or just reading you a novel/chatting with you as you relaxed, making sure you have a good meal or your favourite snack and just snuggling/cuddling all night, ensuring you stay away from any school/work talk so as not to remind you of your anxiety
you'd wake up the next morning a bit embarrassed about your temper tantrum, but he'd have the good graces to pretend nothing had happened and simply ask if you'd like help studying/working today (his company, really, so that he can make sure you don't feel so overwhelmed)
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rockermybuddie · 3 months ago
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Rant about my sweet boy Tommy Kinard.
So if you are one of those “OmG JuMp ScArE” or “im blocking you for posting a picture of Tommy”
Just go ahead and scroll or block me, idc.
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I’m going to start this off by when i first started watching 911 and we shall go from there.
I started watching 911 in 2020 when covid started and it was senior year of high school so we were doing NTI.
I stopped watching it specifically on the episode where they responded to the guy at the car place getting blown up like a balloon.
Why?
Because I couldn’t stand how Buck was treating Eddie.
It was generally pissing me off how Buck was so ‘jealous’ of Eddie in the beginning because he was ‘better’ than him and was able to do things he couldn’t.
Because thats how life is, there is always going to someone who comes into your work space and knows how to do it better than you no matter how long you have worked there.
And yes its a Tv show, i know.
I picked up watching 911 in late 2023 and finished where i left off, so forgive me if what i said wasnt quite accurate.
I literally stopped watching in the middle of that episode and picked right back up in the middle of that episode three years later and never re-watched S1-S2.
I genuinely just forgot i had even started watching it and i knew why i stopped but figured i would give it another try.
I also kept seeing it on my fyp on tik tok and figured i just had to watch his character development.
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So what gets me so aggravated about Tommy is when i see and edit of him then it switches to Eddie and i open the comments and everyone is like:
“Omg put a jump scare warning”
“I was abt to block you”
“Ew temu”
“Get him off my screen”
If you dont want to see Tommy then stop watching 911????
When Tommy was introduced in 911 he obviously was an unlikable character.
No one likes a sexist, racist, homophobic.
And I understand why we wouldnt like him.
He was working under Gerrad and we all know how Gerrad is if he were to not follow along with his fellow crew then he would wouldnt of been able to go on calls and would get stuck on cleaning duty.
The whole “he didnt have to follow in their footsteps”
Thats all he could really do back then.
He was introduced as a bad character.
But
Character development.
Haha i like doing the small to big text.
Anyways.
He left the 118 and went to harbor. We had years of not seeing/hearing from him other then that time when Chimney called him.
Obviously he had character development helping Chim.
Dude couldnt stand him in the beginning. Even when Chim carried him out of the building that one time.
So in that time he had time to change his view of things and im sure if was able ro go back in the past and change how he acted he would.
Why?
For Buck.
Both Tommy and Buck had major character development and thats what we like to see!
If we all love Buck now why cant we love Tommy too?
I do hope see Buck learning how Tommy treated Chim and Hen. Yeah Buck will be upset but he will see how Tommy has changed since then.
Gerrad will probably have something to do with that.
Buch changed.
Tommy changed.
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People also need to learn
Actor vs character
Lou is NOT Tommy.
He portrays Tommy.
Just because an actor plays a character you dont like doesn’t mean you need to go say hatful things about them.
Lou would never say or do anything racist or sexist.
And if he did/does the internet isnt going to let that slide.
Like come on, we know once something gets said the whole internet will know.
Isnt that right Ryan? (He apologized i know)
And not everyone likes apologies but the thing is people pick and choose if an apology is accepted or not. So either way if someone apologizes it might not even matter in the end.
The internet is going to be the internet.
You dont have to agree with me this was just a rant.
I probably missed somethings i was going to say or maybe i said somethings that are wrong.
Oh well. 
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Im going to go clean now. My brain hurts.
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pansy-picnics · 3 months ago
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Hiya!
I’m curious, what do you think uknighted dream would argue about and how would they apologise to each other?
Cause I personally think Cass hates apologising, Eugene’s not used to it, and Rapunzel according to the show can do no wrong!
Oh, and if you don’t mind me asking, are you planning on updating Children of the moon soon? Sorry, it’s just one of my favourite fics for this ship!
Thank you x
God ive been so bad about that fic i swear i have so many ideas for it but this year has been SOOO busy for me 😭😭 most of my free time has been dedicated to drawing and playing games cuz writing doesn’t come as naturally to me ngl….BUT SOON ENOUGH I WILL LOCK IN I PROMISE!!!! its been crossing my mind a lot more recently snd ive started a little bit of the next chapter…Ur guys’ support means the world to me im so happy to know people enjoy it as much as i do 🥹 and i desperately wish i had more time to dedicate to all my projects
as for your first question though….LMAO yeah the show did rapunzel DIRTY….Honestly it really depends for me, but i think you’re definitely right about cass and eugene. and rapunzel definitely struggles i think to apologize Genuinely, because she can get really overwhelmed with her guilt and anxiety to the point that she loses sight of the actual problem. its kind of a rough spot for all of them
I honestly haven’t thought abt it a lot so idk if i know what they’d fight about Specifically, but what i can come up with off the top of my head is ummm
rapunzel is a chronic Fixer. whenever someone expresses a problem to her shes quicker to try and “solve” it than she is to just. Listen because she kind of has grown up with the idea that everything is Her fault and She needs to fix everything. I think cass and eugene can end up feeling really unheard because of this. Usually it’s just something they can quickly talk through but when put on top of other conflicts it exacerbates things a LOT.
Raps, cass and eugene can all be INCREDIBLY stubborn and set in their ways and they sometimes struggle to hear each other out. rapunzel i think has her moments, but generally she isn’t too bad about it; eugene has a temper and he can be VERY petty but i think unless he REALLY has a reason to hold a grudge against you, he usually just needs about a week to cool down- but Queen of Anxious Attachment Cassandra Tangled (tm) can end up going AGES holding a grudge and just refusing to check in with anyone. as you probably can imagine it does not go well
i think bc rapunzel has such a strong belief that love is transactional she sometimes gets trapped in a cycle where she basically attempts to min-max her time with eugene and cass respectively because she worries if she isn’t spending “equal” amounts of time with them then it means she must not love them enough. as you might imagine this causes a lot more harm than good….
cass is REALLY REALLY bad at asking for help and being vulnerable and especially admitting when someone does something that hurts her. i think this causes a LOT of really stupid miscommunications between them. eugene or rapunzel are both usually able to talk her through it depending on who shes upset at…and it really helps to have a third party there who she trusts because otherwise it could easily just spiral out of control and cause her to grow bitter and distant (As seen in canon LOL)
Ummm….To be completely honest i cant really see a lot of situations where cass and eugene like, Genuinely fight after they get with rapunzel. they obviously still bicker a lot but like, frankly after they’ve both figured their shit out i just don’t think they have much of a reason to fight anymore. Their whole rivalry has always been really childish and most of the more serious stressors have already been taken care of by the time the series ends. i think most of their fights are just over stupid shit and get resolved within the hour. i think they’d have to both go through a MAJOR traumatic event to actually get as bad as they were in season 1 again LMAOOO
How they apologize definitely depends a lot on the situation (go figure) but i genuinely dont think they get into Big fights very often…so when it does happen it takes a toll on all of them.
eugene i imagine is a little extra but sincere. doesn’t do Too much because he doesn’t want to overwhelm the girls, but probably just picks a quiet night and orders takeout or makes a small dinner to talk over. sometimes it can take eugene a while to realize when he’s fucked up but when he DOES realize it, it hits him like a TRUCK and he IMMEDIATELY jumps to do everything in his power to rectify it. he’s a big softie <3
cass is a lot more prideful than raps and eugene whether she realizes it or not, so its a lot harder for her to admit her faults, even when she knows she was wrong. she doesn’t like to make a big deal of when she apologizes because it’s really embarrassing for her. she’s the kind of person to send the apology text to the group chat and have to like physically put her phone down and start pacing around the room. To me.
rapunzel, like i said struggles to genuinely apologize because her anxiety and guilt can just become so overwhelming….she usually has to spend a bit of time away before shes ready to Really talk things out. When she is she definitely shows it quietly but clearly, she writes little notes with a paper bouquet and leaves them around where the other two will find them. they leave her little notes back and let her come to them when she’s ready.
admittedly i’m Not good with thinking of character conflicts off the top of my head, they have to come to me in Visions, and i just don’t end up thinking about a lot of ukd conflicts so hopefully this is okay LOL…..I would love to hear other ppls thoughts….. :3
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jugheadthelesbian · 3 months ago
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Hi, it's me, I'm back. I'm here to make another request!! This is 2 out of 2 (or 3, I'm still undecided) and this one is for some good old fashioned angst 😻😻
Uh so for this one I was wondering if you could take that silly hospital stay from my hogwarts dr and use it to your advantage.. I can text you actual details abt what happened at the end of the ootp plot line that this falls into ofc bc idk how much of me yapping abt it you remember but it's basically about the whole department if mysteries fiasco.
Uh yeah if you need any extra details that aren't remembered from the aftermath of all that just lmk <3
-Alice 💥💥
hi lovely, it is finally done 💗 this is for alice specifically, but all my fred girlies can enjoy it
summary: alice sacrificed herself to save sirius in the end of the order of the phoenix and is put in a medically induced coma. here is fred’s reaction and inner thoughts during that time she’s in a coma. word count: 1760 words
warnings: this is angsty so mentions of violence, death, medically induced coma, hospitalization, and yeah read w caution i suppose
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“Where is she?” 
Fred’s voice is frantic as he shouts for the closest nurse at St. Mungo’s Hospital. As soon as he heard the news of Alice’s injury and her current condition from Ron, he apparated right away, not wasting any time with Floo powder or anything. He didn’t know exactly what had happened to Alice; he just knew that she had been injured in the battle and that he had to hurry. So, he apparated to the hospital in a rush, leaving Lee and George, who were with him at the time, without another word. 
“I’m sorry sir, I don’t know who you’re trying to find?” A nurse tells him, with knitted eyebrows of concern. Fred shakes his head, unable to form the correct words, unable to say Alice’s name like it might be what causes her to die. 
A hand rests on Fred’s shoulder. “Alice. Alice Newt. She was brought in here less than an hour ago, she’s injured. Badly.” George’s calm tone as he explains grounds Fred a little bit. It doesn’t save Alice, but it makes Fred feel a little less like he will die. “We’re family.” A little white lie on George’s part, but close enough. They’re her found family after all. 
Fred’s eyes wander as the nurse talks to George. His eyes land on a bleary-eyed Capella pacing in the waiting room. “Oh good,” she says, running to Fred once she sees him. “I was trying to figure out how to get in touch with you. She kept asking for you, kept begging me to get you. She was so scared,” Her eyes mist over, biting the inside of her cheek. “Our stupid, stubborn, brave girl.” 
“What… what happened?” Fred asks her, afraid to know. Afraid to know what he feels deep down. That something terrible has happened to Alice. It’s like he could feel this tear in his chest like a piece of him is missing. He knows whatever it is, it is bad. But he also knows she’s alive, he can feel that too. Capella purses her lips together, at a loss for words to explain what is happening. She grips his hand, squeezing it. 
“She was hit with the killing curse,” Capella explains, the breath catching in Fred’s throat as he listens to her. Hot tears well in his eyes, his anxiety rising. “In the arm. They had to remove it, but she will be okay.” She continues, and a little bit of the tightening grip on Fred’s heart loosens. 
He smiles, sighing in relief. “Oh thank Merlin,” He finally lets himself breathe properly. “So can I see her?” He asks, wanting to wrap his arms around her beautiful frame and kiss her all over. He wants to hold her forever, the concept of losing her out of his mind forever. He looks back at Capella and realizes she’s still distraught. He realizes that she wouldn’t have been upset when he first saw her if Alice was okay. Fuck. “She isn’t okay, is she?”
She shakes her head, face grim. “The doctors had to put her in a medically induced coma so her arm can heal. She won’t wake up for a while,” There’s a slight hesitation in her voice, a sob wracking her body. “There’s a chance she won’t wake up ever.” She tells him and suddenly it’s like the world has ended. He can see it, him holding Alice’s hand as she dies, never telling her all the things he hasn’t told her and delivering her euology and watching her body go into the ground. Suddenly it’s like she’s already dead, even though he knows she’s still alive. 
“Please take me to her, I need to see her. Hold her hand.” The words feel foreign on his tongue, like he isn’t the one saying them. He doesn’t remember opening his mouth to talk. Capella doesn’t say anything to him, just leads him, and Lee and George trail behind them. George puts his hand on Fred’s shoulder from behind. 
The room they’re keeping Alice in is stifling, feels like the air has been sucked out of it. Capella led him to the door but stopped outside of it. “I can’t go in and look at her, I’ll let you three be alone with her. I have some work to do, but I’ll see you out when you’re done.” Done, like he’ll be able to just leave her. Leave her to wake up at any moment without anyone. Yeah, that won’t be happening. It’s clear to him that he can’t leave her once he sees the state of the room she’s in. 
It’s completely empty, save for her cot and a tiny night stand. No record player for all the muggle records he buys her, none of her posters or pictures, no dresser for her to put the sweaters she steals from him, no bookshelves for her books, no armchairs for George and Lee to sit on to talk her ear off, nothing. It is so quiet. That’s when his eyes fall on her in the bed, looking so small in the big bed. He approaches her, tears spilling from his eyes. 
“Alice…” His voice comes out pleading, like if he says her name, she will wake up and smile her beautiful smile again and she’ll say his name the way she always does, like her pretty lips were made to say his name. Will he ever hear her voice again? He sits at her feet, her hair splayed around her head on the pillow like a halo. Her entire are is gone. She looks so sick. She has always been beautiful, but now she looks wrong. She looks so fragile. He’s never seen his strong, beautiful girl looking so weak. 
She doesn’t move at all at his voice. It was foolish of him to think she might. He’s sobbing now, any fear of looking weak gone at the realization that she really and truly might not make it. He sits there, he’s not sure for how long, thinking of the life they lived together. He remembers how she was before, when he had last seen her. He’d kissed her, told her he’d see her later, knowing she might not make it.
He should’ve said more. 
He should’ve told her to stay, that they would be fine without her. But that wasn’t true, they needed her and she never would’ve just sat by and done nothing. He should’ve gone with her. He could’ve protected her. “It isn’t your fault that this happened.” George tells him, as if he read his thoughts. 
Fred doesn’t look at George, can’t pull his eyes away from Alice’s body. He holds her hand in his. “It is. I could’ve prevented this,” He whispers, voice hoarse from sobbing. “She doesn’t look like herself.” 
George chuckles, half-heartedly. “Right? I don’t think I’ve ever seen her without her little grumpy pout. I don’t think she’s ever been this quiet, even when she’s sleepy, she’s still talking.” He says, in an attempt to lighten the mood. Fred hates it. Fred wants him to shut up. Alice should be awake, telling George off. Kissing Fred. Telling him all about the battle. But she’s not.
And there’s a chance she won’t ever be again. 
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Fred spends the whole summer there. They move a chair into Alice’s room and he brings other stuff too. Her record player, for one, and about a dozen records. He brings her a change of clothes every day he comes in, usually one of his sweaters. He reads to her, books he thinks she would like and books he knows are her favorites. He talks to her. 
The nurses know him by name, giving him updates or talking to him about the latest Quidditch matches. They don’t talk about the war. Fred tries not to think about the war and it isn’t hard as the only thing he can think about is if Alice will be okay. Some days, Lee and George come with him. Other days, her friends are there too or Ron and Harry and Hermione. But, there isn’t a day that Fred isn’t there. He wants to be there when she wakes up. 
Today feels different as soon as he walks into the hospital. The front desk nurses smile and address him by name. He walks the familiar route to Alice’s hospital room, a book tucked to his chest. When he walks in, his heart plummets. There’s a cluster of doctors around Alice’s hospital bed. “…what’s going on?” He asks cautiously. 
“Oh, good!! Fred!” Capella smiles when she sees him, the closest one to Alice and the door. “I was wondering when you would be here.” She hands him a coffee, kissing his cheek as a greeting. “It is good to see you, angel.” 
“What’s going on right now?” He repeats, squeezing her in a hug gently. 
“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s good!! Alice, she’s ready for them to start taking her off the medicine that’s keeping her in the coma. They’re doing it right now!” She is hopeful. Fred knew today was going to be different. He sighs in relief. 
So, over the next few days, Alice is under heavy monitoring, people watching to make sure she isn’t going to slip into a nonmedical coma. Fred sits in the corner as they watch over her. Eventually, she starts to blink away, still not fully there but able to open her eyes and blink. 
It’s two weeks later when she wakes up fully. “Where… am I?” She asks Fred, who’s the only one in the room. He gasps, throwing his arms around her gently, a muttered “baby, you’re alive” whispered into her hair. He kisses her head. She shoves him away. “What the fuck are you doing?” She pulls out her IV drip in a hurry, shoving him to the floor and standing over him, wearing nothing but his huge sweater and her hospital gown. 
“Alice…” Fred whispers, cautiously. She stands over him, ready to throw punches. He stands up. “I’m sorry baby, it’s me. It’s Fred, baby. You’re safe. Please, lay back down.” He tells her, taking a step forward. Her fight is gone and he helps her back into bed. 
She sighs into his side. “I’m sorry.” She mumbles, kissing him. 
“You scared the shit out of me, love.” He kisses her back. “Never do that again. But you’re okay and I’m okay. I love you more than anything. Now, tell me why you thought that being a fucking hero was a good idea.” 
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peachycrime · 2 years ago
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SLK or Spider/Kiri/Lo'ak Headcanons
idk what these will be about tbh i’m just writing as i think of stuff lmao
Kiri had a phase where she was convinced she was a witch because everywhere she went an animal would just waddle up to her
Spider, Lo’ak and Jake talk to babies like they’re grown people, like no baby talk and it’s hilarious
Lo’ak was once holding a baby, and you know how you hold them high in the air and they’re above you? Yea they were having a moment and then the little creature threw up all over his shirt and started giggling right after
“Dude seriously? we were having a moment wtf” it took everything in him not to just drop the baby
Lo’ak would copy everything Jake did as a kid, his lil mini me fr
Lo’ak’s first words were either dad or Teyam
Spider and Lo’ak both have severe anger issues and lord knows what would happen if they ever turned on eachother abt that anger
Lo'ak is always reprimanded about the things he does, gets yelled at and gets in trouble in situations where he isn't truly at fault. Authority figures never let him explain himself and always assume he's lying or trying to makes excuses and they expect him to just take it and move on. He does, but all that annoyance and anger at a situation he can't help tends to come back up a lot.
With Spider on the other hand, adults can never seem to shut up with their backhanded comments,
"you're nicer than i thought you'd be considering your dad"
"Oh wow you're so smart I didn't think you'd get it'
"You look just like him" (in a bad way)
"Oh you're good at this, who would've thought"
All this stuff and he can't really say anything because he'd be proving them right. So he stays silent, doesn't argue back and boy does he hate it.
One time Neytiri made a comment on the wrong day at the wrong time and he honestly considered violence before he just silently walked out of the room. He definitely punches and breaks stuff but he tries to restrain himself which adds to the pent up anger
They've both used that anger on their bullies, Spider broke the guys nose and dislocated his shoulder by pulling it up his back and making him promise to never show his face again
Lo'ak just went straight to the punches, broke the dudes nose and left him slack jawed
So if you ever catch them in a slightly off mood and you even try to talk to them or act any sort of way, you're getting sent to the nurse. I'm sorry i don't make these rules
Kiri is the mediator, she doesn't want to be but she sometimes ends up being the most rational because when she's upset, anger isn't her default unlike the other two
Lo'ak collects comic books, Jake started the obsession and he went wild. Have a comic or manga you wanna borrow? Vintage or not it's probably in his room somewhere
Spider is a math genius, the formulas are just free balling in his head and it makes it easy for him.
He's also a literature enthusiast but has a hard time expressing his own ideas on paper, great public speaker though
Lo'ak definitely over analyzes his favorite characters, gets sad and cries silently abt it
Kiri is an all around science nerd, she goes to class just because she enjoys helping out w hands on science stuff, most of the content isn't new for her
Kiri despises chemistry, she understands it but finds it uninteresting. Ofc biology and botany are where it’s at
All language nerds
All great at physical education, i mean like the actually science behind the body, they have all the muscle names memorized etc
Kiri is their little jewel, Lo’ak especially, he tries to make it the least obvious but Spider definitely tells her how much Lo’ak cherishes her
Spider is very open with his affections, he just doesn’t feel the need to hide it, they live that loves that about him
Spider and Neteyam know how to cook a mean meal, put them in a kitchen together and you’re literally drooling at the smell
Spider is a spicy food enthusiast right along with Jake and Neytiri
Kiri has had a cat for 4 years, Jake has only known for 2 years because he used to be terrified of them and Kiri didn’t want him to freak out
He now carries said cat like it’s his mini purse
I’m all out
i’ll be delivering some locorro crumbs soon!
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sixoclocker · 8 months ago
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A CEROBA AND MARTLET SWITCH IS SOOOO INTERESTING and not one i see very often 👀
would youuu talk about them a little?? how would their roles and stories change in your swap… heart emoji…
YEASS of course i can!!!
martlet first <3
martlet is clovers adopted parent :) she kinda just found them wandering and it was like “oh no!! where are your parents ?? :(“ and clover had lost their parents and so martlet took them in to help them find them! and so the search extended from a couple days to weeks to months to years and uhhh yeah they never found clovers parents.
(btw since it is kinda relevant starlo takes chujins place but him and martlet are just good pals who raised clover with her. ended up moving in together for convenience. starlo is dead whoopsies!)
so starlo is dead or something and martlets upset bc her good buddy just died. so she’s trying to figure things out in a not so great manner (i.e. trying to build something to extract human souls (alphys lookin ass) bc she believes that humans are evil. it’s like if zenith beliefs came early) and testing it with the previous fallen human souls but it keeps on failing!! but she also doesn’t have a viable test subject :).
so clover (still with a strong sense of justice despite not having a human soul or anything) offers themself up to test bc they believe it’s what’s right. martlet. isn’t sure what to do about that. because this thing is supposed to be dangerous…… but it’s been failing thus far, right?? so it won’t kill them and it’ll satisfy their whole need for needing to help right!! :D
….. it shatters their soul really really badly and they fall down.
so that’s a panic. and then uhhhh a call from the royal scientist for the fallen down and so clover gets sent off and yeah.
meanwhile, martlet isn’t sure how to deal with all that. she feels like she failed clover for not helping them out more and everything sucks honestly :( but her and chujin are buds and chujin likes to build even tho he’s a bit wack so she hangs out with him to try and get better (coping mechanism except she isn’t building things to kill now) ! and once kanako (human, kindness) comes around, hey…. maybe she can find clover and give them their soul to save them?? after all that’s a human and humans are evil right????? right??????? so that’s fantastic.
she’s still herself of course. but she’s really trying her best…. she ends up really not wanting to kill kanako but she thinks abt clover and its. she has to make a really tough choice. and it’s so so upsetting. she’s so incredibly torn but eventually it hits some point of no return and she attacks kanako :) in the no mercy route she just kinda gets really pissed after chujin is killed and she attacks ofc
ceroba is in snowdin because she’s a royal guard and that’s where her station is :) she doesn’t manage puzzles or anything but she does guard areas in snowdin! she’s a lot more firm on the rules for the royal guard handbook but she gets mighty confused when kanako isn’t really…. fighting (at all or not at the strength she expected, either or) and she’s like ‘yk what. whatever. come on i’m taking you to the queen or something we can figure out what to do from there.’ bc she knows they’re taking human souls and stuff but all she’s heard is that humans are violent and evil (which is emphasized with integritys swap having been attacking monsters n stuff) and kanako isn’t like that?? so she isn’t really sure what to do.
gradually as time goes on she gets a more friendly with kanako (prolly says something about how she’s always wanted a daughter or something and how kanako especially makes her feel that way :))))))) and is like ‘well. maybe taking you to the queen isn’t the best idea…. but i mean she’s nice so like whatever’ and wants to get kanako home !
as for that one part where martlet and clover get separated bc martlet flies off when the boat crashes, ceroba just does one of those fox jumps that foxes do LMAO. i hope you know what im talking about because i think thats such a funny idea
her and chujin aren’t married or dating or anything but they DO know eachother. and the MINUTE he pops up with his whole bit she’s like “oh my god :|.” or something. she doesn’t get thrown in the jail but she’s kind of confined to the saloon bc they’re keeping an eye on her so she can’t ruin the fun or anything :P
in pacifist when the tapes stuff is found and stuff she’s AFTUALLY horrified. her and starlo were childhood friends and all but she hadn’t heard from him for a while especially after moving away from the dunes due to her position so to find out everything she did?? that’s horrifying. and it really makes her worried about kanako (a mothers love through every universe, you know?) because what would martlet plan on doing? and so now her mind is set on ‘i have to protect kanako no matter what’ and so they go and uhh tries to reason with her but martlet knocks her out cold. y’ouch. also she’s much quicker to come to terms with kanako giving up her soul than martlet is in true pacifist. this is getting long i’ll have to talk abt all the endings in a different post
now in the no mercy route…… she is PISSED. and she str8 up breaks into the lab (which is easy because evacuation and all but she does have to get past undyne or something, which is easy! because she’s super strong as we already know) and gets the determination. she goes to the rooftop and uhhh monologues at kanako. i imagine in her dialogue in the fight (after injecting herself) she brings up something about all the sudden awareness and how she KNOWS kanako could’ve been better. how she could’ve been kind. but wasn’t. and she knows she’s doomed to die but she’ll try to bring her down with her in hopes of making her change her mind. but she’s incredibly focused on taking her down but she does wind up dying (instead of being scared and stuff like martlet, she accepts it and tells kanako something like ‘next time you see me, you better hope i don’t remember. if i do, i’ll never stop trying to kill you.’ or something)
aughhh i need to flesh out this au some more but this is what i got so far i think :) some stuff might change but ykkk!!
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solar-halos · 11 months ago
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sorry i’m gonna talk some more about annie/johanna
first of all, i just think finnick and johanna would be so different as partners. finnick and annie give me the vibe as that one tweet that’s like “i don’t have any morals or opinions if a woman says something is right then it is” “um well maybe you should have morals and opinions” “you’re right i should”
in all seriousness, i think that even when they do fight finnick doesn’t even yell and he’s insanely good at communicating / compromising, which would be good skills for the capitol but also i think he’s just not a very intense person in the first place and that he HATES conflict. and then this is also based on my hcs of annie, but i imagine that she cannot handle conflict well and she struggles to compromise on something even she agrees with the compromise just bc she’s so pissed off, and that johanna is the exact same way. so when she and johanna fight, they fight. like we already know that johanna will say anything even if it upsets everyone (and she canonically did upset annie into having a flashback of some sort) so i think whenever they argue it’s a days long affair and that they only rlly try to figure out how to be more healthy about it when odesta’s son is like “ma where’s johanna i wanna see her” and since annie’s not gonna fill him in on all the tea she’s like “hm. we’re gonna have to work something out”
also it’s really interesting to think about johanna being more sensitive. i think there’s a fine line between censoring her thoughts (“it’s part of my therapy!” she ate) and just being more careful about saying things that are going to trigger annie, and that’s a balance johanna is going to try so hard to figure out. and it’s probably gonna be rlly hard bc when was the last time she had to figure something out for someone she cares abt, and when was the last time she had the luxury to care about someone, and will annie leave her if she messes up but it’s genuinely just a mistake and she’s consistently trying?
i do think that’s all gonna be resolved before they’re an actual couple, which is also something i wanted to talk abt. pre-canon i imagine they met at johanna’s victory tour and johanna lowkey had a small crush on her but also johanna has had a small crush on everybody at one point in time (in a “to cure the boredom” way lmao) so she doesn’t rlly think too much of it. just that when annie laughs it makes her wanna laugh too. and that when annie makes jokes johanna is like “why isn’t anyone laughing she’s literally a comedic genius.” i personally don’t understand this concept but sometimes when my friends enter relationships they’re like “omg i had a crush on them all throughout hs.” and they obviously don’t mean a full on consistent crush, just something that came and went in varying degrees, and i can totally see that with johanna. but also being a mentor + the quell + her morphling addiction + finnick’s death probably wouldn’t have given her much time to rlly think about it, so she doesn’t rlly realize how bad she has it until the war is over and they’re raising odesta’s kid
speaking of odesta’s kid! as soon as he’s born she immediately loves + wants to protect him + gets sick at the thought of never seeing him again and she’s just like “it’s just bc he’s a baby everyone feels that way abt babies.” which true but she also co-parents without any hesitation and when annie is like “i don’t want u to feel pressured to take care of him just bc we’re living together” johanna is like what the fuck are you talking about
oh and also i think annie is fully capable of being insensitive to johanna’s needs too, so it’s a two way street. like with her morphling addiction in particular, annie would probably continually ask her why she can’t just stop and johanna is so fed up with having to explain that it doesn’t work that way but they work thru it obviously
i think this is it. tbh this was more like an outline of how their relationship would work than actual hcs but i think there’s something beautiful about johanna learning how to be more loving and gentle without losing her bite. like she’ll still bully annie but she’d do it so lovingly and without actually hurting any feelings
oh i guess one more thing that’s not rlly a hc or anything just something silly i’ve been fretting abt: what if johanna and annie get together and they love each other soso much and then finnick shows up like “actually i lived and i’ve been finding my way to u all this time!!” like omg what would happen? my knee jerk reaction is odesta pt 2 but if i think abt it for more than a second it’s like. wow. annie and johanna went thru all these trials and tribulations and have grown into each other and made each other their home so it would be so fucked up if annie just fuckin left 😭😭 also annie and finnick wouldn’t be on the same pg anymore so if they even had a chance of getting back together they’d have to refamiliarize themselves w each other
but again that’s a silly worry bc if finnick hasnt returned in years he’s obviously not gonna show up when annie and johanna are happy and healthy and in love. that would be terrible timing and also this hinges on the fact that he most definitely didn’t get blown the fuck up when he obviously did. anyway i’m actually done now
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deliriumsdelight7 · 1 year ago
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am i doing this meme right
okay so i picked “7. What made me the most emotional after reading” to answer bc i was just thinking abt it yesterday since i’m Struggling™️, that scene in omtsmb where eddie’s feeding chrissy the grape and he says it’s *her* choice to eat and no one else’s?? makes me choke up just thinking abt it. her struggle is so realistic bc it does feel impossible to eat and like it’s a life or death situation in a relapse like that, but it’s also true that while ppl outside might not necessarily *get* it (like eddie saying yeah let’s just get some food or hey here’s my smoothie), they do have some insight that, yeah, recovery is a series of little daily choices that only you can make. so yeah, chef’s kiss 🤌
You’re doing it right! Or if not, then we’re both confused.
I’m going to put this behind a cut because I’m going to talk about food issues.
I don’t remember if I’ve said this before, but I was so afraid of getting that aspect of Chrissy’s struggle wrong. Like, more worried about that than I was about writing about a kink I’ve never experienced firsthand.
To be blunt, my issues with food swing in the other direction. I binge. There are times when I do it because I’m upset and food comforts me. Other times, I’m just feeling out of control. And sometimes I eat as an expression of self-loathing. Which doesn’t really make sense, but… there it is. So I figured, if I can feel shame and self-loathing and a lack of control when I binge, if I feel the need to hide it from others, it probably goes the other way, too.
And yeah - Eddie doesn’t get it, and he knows it. But he doesn’t have to get it. To him, eating is no big deal. But to Chrissy, it is a big deal. He doesn’t need to understand it, but he does need to respect and acknowledge it. I think a lot of people have times when they’re spiraling and need someone to just… be there. Not try and logic their way through the issue, because mental illness doesn’t always listen to logic. But sometimes just knowing that there’s someone in your corner can make it easier to get through it.
Anyway. I’m really sorry to hear you’re having a hard time. I hope my writing can in some way help that. And I know you and I are both stupidly shy about the whole talking in DMs thing, but… seriously? Consider me one of those people in your corner if you need it.
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tea-and-finalfantasy · 1 year ago
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- gonna figure out melatonin tomorrow bc i need smtn at night i just. can’t fuckign sleep. i’m usually so exhausted during the day to the point where forcing myself to be awake means i don’t get anything done BUT THEN i try to go to bed and it doesn’t work bc i’ve slept too much
- like i slept an hr and am up now and mad abt it
- took a half clonazepam bc im just so angry and upset at night when i can’t sleep/my mood is just bad when this happens and i dread this happening every night over and over again bc i just can’t sleep right
- if i take my adhd meds, i feel better during the day but i still run into the sleep anger at night lol
- and i don’t necessarily want to take a half clonazepam at night bc i might sleep too much then BUT if i test the melatonin and i’m still upset at night, i probably should be taking smtn to make me feel less like i’m abt to snap when i try sleeping without anything at all
- napping is so easy and that’s why i do it--bc sleeping at night when i have to means i can’t successfully do it
- also i’m sore from who knows what which isn’t helping lol
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izzy-b-hands · 2 years ago
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I can’t decide what to do with myself, and I really shouldn’t take another edible tonight (only bc I only have a little left until we hit the dispo this weekend, otherwise I’m trying to do better dosing appropriately and daily as needed, since my friends and my docs are in agreement and reminding me gently but bluntly that if it helps day to day, there’s no harm in using it to keep the anxiety and shit chilled out so I can like. Live life and shit lmao)
But I might be taking half of one bc while mum suddenly pulled way back on being upset abt funds (and randomly gave me money for a desk of mine that I’d told her to sell and keep the money, but I’m not gonna argue with her abt her keeping it when she told me not to fkn argue abt it being given to me asjkfdlka) and is going the other direction of ‘oh just do ur best hun, don’t worry’
I’m still Nervous and feeling utterly shit abt my ability to exist as an adult. I didn’t want to be like this; I had planned to get my ass out at eighteen and try to figure it out on my own, and it never happened, and now things are what they are (probably a hell of a lot better than if I’d managed to leave right after hs, but still with Difficulties that are fucking destroying me mentally.)
I’m glad she’s back that way, and grateful beyond belief for the funds, but the whiplash man. Is she still really upset tho and just not telling me? no way to tell, and I don’t wanna do or say the wrong thing bc she is helping me a fuck ton and she doesn’t have to, ya know? She could absolutely be like ok ur on ur own now, godspeed kiddo, but she isn’t. And Yet, we have moments like this where I’m just. At a loss and feel like even doing nothing is a bad decision.
I should go to bed, but I know I’m not gonna fkn sleep rn lmao
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a-kaash-me-outside · 2 years ago
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Gurl …… !
that was so gross and disrespectful on Atsumu’s part?? The way that he chooses to speak to y/n over what was clearly not meant to be a jab at him. if he’d used his brain for 2 seconds he would’ve figured out it was y/n’s insecurities coming out in the form of what was kind of a tasteless joke. Ahhh If i were her I wouldn’t have stuck around to witness the fuckery of someone so spiteful and immature. Also the way that he treats other women is such a red flag wtf! Just because the other women aren’t the one you have a crush on doesn’t mean you can treat them like disposable tissues omgg. The fact that all it takes is a misunderstanding and he’s ready and willing to use a woman as a prop to make another woman upset says a lot about him! And to do it during intimacy when women generally feel more vulnerable!!! I doubt the girl he brought back gave consent to be listened in on and used as a revenge tactic!! Who knows maybe she would’ve been chill with it if he’d asked but judging by her reaction he evidently didn’t so we’ll never know hahahahahah
And like yea sure y/n technically shouldn’t be upset because they aren’t TECHNICALLY boyfriend and girlfriend but.. why would you wanna be with someone who justifies their shitty behaviour on a technicality lol
I was all for mr tsumu but now I’m looking at the way that maki reacts when he’s jealous and the way Atsumu reacts and it’s clear who is the more mature man!! Oof. I’m scared of what Oikawa and the guys are gonna do when they find out how much of an asshole Atsumu is!!
Once again, thank you for the brilliant chapter! This one got me riled up and I’ll be waiting in anticipation for next week!!
SEE OKAY. this, in comparison to the ask RIGHT BEFORE? incredible. i absolutely love the different thoughts and perspectives and how people FEEL ABOUT THE END OF THE CHAPTER UGH.
(bunch more thoughts under the cut, but like... it's so long i made it a read more LMAO)
the thought of yn staying around (which i mentioned in a previous ask) because i thought abt yn leaving and going to maki's or calling maki or something was literally just yn stuck in processing feelings, almost shock and disbelief causing her to see if she really has a need to process really difficult feelings
I'VE ALSO kinda thought a lot about like oh is he just using all of these people to have sex w and the answer is like yea ok sure yes, but also, that's kinda just sex culture. truthfully, i wrote him having a lot of sex as like not really a bad thing? him having a lot of sex with people who kinda just want the same thing as him, just yknow, sex no feelings, isn't uncommon and i don't think makes him an asshole. doubly because i don't write anything about him talking shit about the people he has sex with or looking down on them for doing what he does because he doesn't or like leading them on or anything? he's really straight forward with these things. which i've kinda written about in little bits?
HOWEVER yea no the other points you made are super valid. i'm not trying to excuse this time (the end of ch6) because no, yeah, uncalled for and absolutely gross and very bad, BUT YEA. kinda background on how i felt about other stuff with it :)
i do think that the whole "it's just a technicality" thing goes a bit deeper than that. like it is just a technicality sure yes, but it goes both ways. she clearly doesn't want to be something more with him despite the times that he's tried to push it into that? but she still flirts with him and acts like a couple with him so it's a weird line to thread. AND can we also just all remember that she literally almost had sex with maki, ABSOLUTELY WOULDVE just a few short weeks ago. just a thOGUHT. ( but yea no maki's mvp always has been love that guy )
and YKNOW i did say that the angst was coming I WARNED EVERYONE ABOUT THIS hehe. excited to hear your thoughts about how everything wraps up !!!
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