#bryson cook

[marmiteprinter]

"Oh, so this is where you've been hiding all afternoon!" said Vance jokingly as he came into the Rec Room. "Come on mate, dinner's up in the Mess Hall."

"Are you going to report me for missing my turn on the obstacle course?" Parker asked.

"Of course not! Come on, let's eat."

Daisy put her pool cue away. "And as I have no desire to partake in the Mess Hall food ever again, I think I'll head home, chaps. Lovely to see you all again!"

The round came to an end that night as the season changed and everyone slept fitfully in their bunks.

At the end of the round, Vance and Nathan are both 31, Tegan and Isaac are both 30, Parker is 26, Hayden is 23 and Bryson is 22.

Vance and Tegan are both now Junior Officers and qualify to move into the Junior Officers' Housing next round, which is similar to the Barracks but would give them each their own room. However, Vance will probably move in with Oliver instead so Tegan may decide not to live alone. We'll have to see!

For the final household of the round, it's over to the newly-built university at last!

[yankeeblue]

Last week, Nino Paid went on Twitter to address the people that say he sounds like Lucki. Now I don't think he's inspired by Lucki, but after hearing his latest album and this recent single, I can see why people are saying that. But I also understand where Nino is coming from, because it's definitely mad annoying to hear people constantly say things about you that's not even true.

Yeat should've released the live Coachella version of his Drake cover instead of the studio version. It sounded better when it was spontaneous. But at the same time, the studio version works because it's relatable. He sounds like the majority of us who can't sing but try our hardest on our favorite R&B songs. Some fans being mad that Drake even cleared this song for Yeat is hilarious.

[h00dsw0rld]

Bryson James Cooke

[okwonyo]

BABY, I’M HERE ୨୧ 𝗂 𝖺𝗂𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽

𝟏𝟑𝟎𝟐𝒾──── enhypen 𝗑 f!rea ✿ fluff 𓂋 kissing skinship ❞ 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 ｡

rbs ！ ✶ 𝗔 𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗦 4 nonie ◜ ᴗ ◝

HEESEUNG

when he decided to take you out for lunch, he didn’t think that—at some point— his heartbeat would halt for a split second. he enjoys his delicious meal during the entirety of the time: beyond glad that you appreciate it as well. savoring his food fully, the poor man is completely unaware of what you are planning.

he only nods when you say that you are going to make a video, for your friends and few followers to see the good food you are eating.

“hey, guys,” you greet the camera with a warm smile. “me and my current boyfriend—”

heeseung chokes on his food. the rest of your sentence falls to deaf ears and he is absolutely quick to answer, “what?” he won’t lie, his heart kind of aches but the way you laugh makes him do the same, “babe, what does that mean?”

you shrug, “well, you are my boyfriend currently, no?”

“and for a long while,” he laughs quietly, hand on his heart and voice, honest to god, shaking. “please, don’t try to kill me.”

JAY

he is always fond of the way you film everything that happens in your daily life. from your get ready with me to your vlogs with him— he loves how you keep a digital souvenir of everything you experience. even more to be part of it.

when you asked him to teach you how to cook your favorite meal, he immediately accepted as he learned how to cook it from the first time you told him about it.

he is putting on his apron when you turn the camera off, “hey, lovelies,” he waves at the camera as you say that. “my current boyfriend—” huh. “and i are going to cook today!”

rolling up his sleeves, he furrows his eyebrows. he finds the calling a tad bit weird, but he isn’t bothered by it that much. he even starts to find it funny the more you keep saying it; smiling softly, nodding at your every sentence.

“jay,” you whine, beating his shoulder weakly. “why aren’t you reacting? current boyfriend? hello?”

jay flashes you a smirk, “it’s right, won’t i be your husband one day, hm?”

JAKE

“okay, the camera is on,” you affirm, taking a step back from your phone to stand next to your boyfriend. you check if you both if in the lens perfectly— so you can show your thoroughly matching outfits.

he is so enthusiastic. he big smile makes your cheeks hurt from how hard you are smiling as well— and a little bit in anticipation of what is coming for him.

“hey everyone, i’m here with my current boyfriend and we’re—” his smile drops immediately to leave the place to a grimace that makes you laugh. his face is too funny for you to continue your sentence.

“nah, i’m not doing all that,” jake says, leaving the room to aim for the kitchen. you let your laugh calm down before taking your phone and following him. appears he decided to go to the leaving room after pouring himself some soda.

you enter the room with bryson tiller echoing in there. he fakes a sob, whipping his imaginary tears as you film him, your giggles making the camera move.

SUNGHOON

it’s interesting to see, how well your routines blend together when you are both getting dolled up. without realizing, you do the same steps at the same time. sunghoon takes a break to kiss your neck at the right time. and at the end, everything about your outfit match— something that is always caught on camera.

“here is another video with my current boyfriend,” you start, his eyes already weighing on you. “we are going out tonight again!”

sunghoon’s silence takes you aback. you watch his reflection, in the mirror in front of you, closing his eyelids and taking a deep breath. he’s so strict, god, his ears become a little red.

his tongue poke his cheek when he opens his eyes again, directly staring at you. “oh, yeah?” his voice his hoarse, sending butterflies in the pit of your stomach. the tension risen with two words only and gets worse when he continues, “repeat that again for me, sweetheart.”

“…me and my boyfriend—”

he cracks a smile, you can breathe again, “that’s what i thought.”

SUNOO

you walk out of the cafe, your favorite drink in one of your hands as the other holds the camera. your boyfriend on your side holds your purse, adjusting his hair for the camera with unwavering focus.

“so, me and my current boyfriend,” his fingers stood in his hair. saying that he is taken aback is an understatement. his eyebrows furrow and slight disgust is written on his face. but he sees how you are holding back your laughter.

he gives you a look: you think you’re funny? then he huffs. he finishes to fix his hair like nothing happened, a smile that makes you shiver creeps on his face. he waits until you finish your sentence.

he looks cute yet scary when he puts his hands on your shoulders, “yes, me and my current girlfriend are now going to—”

you wish you could push him off of you but both of you hands are taken. “what the— hey, you can’t say that.”

sunoo’s pettiness disappears immediately at the sight of your lovely pout. sometimes, he wishes he was a stronger soldier, alas he is not. “okay, okay,” he kisses your temple. “i’m sorry, baby.”

JUNGWON

he lets you sit on his lap after you press record. his arms embraces your waist without him intentending too and he absentmindedly rests his chin on your shoulder.

he only puts one hand up when you put both of yours up. holding your waist seems mandatory to him— which is very cute.

“hi guys, today i’m here with my current boyfriend,” your words roll on your tongue like sweet honey. it takes him a while to get him out of his admiration of your voice and catch your words. “we are going to play out a finger down.”

jungwon’s eyebrows shot up before furrowing. he tilts his head to the side, staring at you with a half amused, half annoyed smile. you can hear him huff right next to your ear.

he cuts you in your sentence, “can you rate your current boyfriend out of ten?”

you laugh, “what?”

“you know, your current boyfriend,” he starts, empathizing the word that bothers him. “the one you are wearing the hoodie of and sitting on his laps— rate him out of ten.”

“mmh, definitely a ten.”

“yeah?” you nod, unable to wipe off your smile. “make him exclusive then.”

RIKI

he is no stranger to tik tok and it’s trend. he knew, from the second the first video popped on his feed, that he would soon be a victim of it. he spent a lot of time accepting his fate, preparing himself for when the moment would come, always waiting for his inevitable fate to come.

his heart starts beating faster when the recording starts. “welcome back! today i’m going to ask my current boyfriend and he’ll have to answer as quickly as possible.”

okay, perhaps he didn’t train his mind very well. he hated the juxtaposition of the two words together, to refer to him especially. he nods when you ask him if he’s ready, still in shock.

“okay so, current boyfriend,” he’s going to rip his hair off. “what is your favorite memory of us?”

he answers in a second, nonetheless, “when you kissed me back.”

“very smooth, current boyfriend,” you use it like it’s his petname. “what is your favorite thing about our relationship.”

“that i’m going to be your current boyfriend for a while until i,” his face goes red, but he can’t stop talking. you can barely hear, “put a ring on it…”

“what?”

분지 ܃ girls should be mean to their boyfriends more often 💌 stream d:u !

© 𝖮𝖪𝖶𝖮𝖭𝖸𝖮 ୨୧ 𝟐𝐎𝟐𝟓 ── taglist open 。

[rissouu]

random bf texts w megumi!

pairing: megumi x fem!reader

warnings: no warnings.. this is nothing but two meanies in love, fluff fluff fluff!! enjoy :)

authors note: thank you for the request hun, here you go :) and i realize that i need to get back on my grind… lemme cook yall!! i got these long ass duck nails and it’s soooo hard to type but im risking it all for you guys.. so don’t mind any typos! other than that enjoy mwah ily, feel free to request but check rules first.

©rissouu 2024 (yall see what i did there with the bryson tiller lyric?? iykyk *wink wink*)

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[demie90s]

Reader and Flau’jae were in a situationship—something intense but undefined. Then reader sees Flau’jae out with someone else and ghosts her. Weeks later, Flau’jae shows up at the reader’s apartment, hurt and confused: “You said you didn’t want labels… so why does it hurt like hell that I gave you what you asked for?”

what we called nothing

flau’jae johnson x fem!reader

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summary: You and Flau’jae were magnetic—late-night calls, soft touches in secret. But nothing official.

word count: ~ 0.9k

genre: angst, emotional tension, unresolved feelings

warnings: heartbreak, ghosting, emotional vulnerability

I never claimed her. Never held her hand in public. Never posted a soft pic or called her “mine” loud enough for anyone to hear. But I was with her. I was.

Late-night linkups that turned into mornings. Laughs that came too easy, kisses that went too long, and secrets that felt like promises. Together—but never official. Situationship, yeah. That’s what we said. But it stopped feeling like a game the moment I saw her with someone else.

Not just anyone. That bitch. The “don’t worry bout her” bitch.

I played it cool. Of course I did. I’m not her girlfriend, right? Just the one who knows her middle name, the way she shuts down when she’s overwhelmed, the fact she keeps a tiny gold cross under her pillow even though she swears she’s not religious. Just the one she always came back to after the club. After the games. After life got loud.

We weren’t best friends. We weren’t lovers. But we were close.

Too close to be casual. Too casual to be real.

I get attached. Always have.

I knew it the second I let her spend the night the first time and didn’t kick her out by sunrise. I knew it when I started cooking for her, wearing her hoodie to the gym, and keeping her voice notes just to hear her laugh again. I knew it.

But I never said shit. Not when I saw her with someone else. Not when she looked right at me like she knew I was pissed and still walked off with that girl. Not when she texted me later saying,

“You good?”

and I just replied,

“Always.”

Then I ghosted her. No explanation. No shade. Just silence.

She hit me up—calls, texts, voice messages, all left on read. I left her in the dark ‘cause that’s how I felt. Jealous. Stupid. Pressed.

And I hated being any of those things. Especially over a girl who wasn’t even mine.

Weeks passed. I moved like I wasn’t phased, like I ain’t replay the shit over and over in my head. Kept telling myself, you did the right thing. This is what happens when you don’t put a title on it. This is what “no labels” looks like. This is what freedom costs.

Until tonight. Until that knock on my door. It wasn’t loud. Just sharp. One knock. Pause. Another.

I almost didn’t answer. But I already knew who it was. Could feel her through the walls.

I opened the door and there she stood. Hoodie on. No lashes. Barefaced and still the finest woman I ever seen. Her lips were parted like she had too many words and not enough air. Her eyes? Bloodshot, but not tired. Hurt.

She looked me up and down once before saying it—soft but firm.

“You said you didn’t want labels… so why does it hurt like hell that I gave you what you asked for?”

My stomach dropped.

I leaned on the doorframe, trying to stay composed, chewing the inside of my cheek like it’d keep me from folding.

“…You think I wanted to see you with her?” I asked.

Flau’jae stepped forward, just enough to close the gap but not enough to be inside.

“No. I think you wanted me to read your mind. To play house but never move in. To stay put without being chosen.”

She wasn’t yelling. That’s what made it worse. She was calm. Controlled. Devastated.

“You ghosted me. After everything. You just disappeared, like none of it meant shit.”

“It did mean something,” I snapped back. “You think I would’ve stayed around that long if it didn’t?”

“Then why didn’t you fight for it?”

I looked away. My throat tightened. I didn’t have a good answer.

“’Cause I didn’t think I had a right to,” I said after a beat. “We weren’t official. You said you didn’t want a relationship.”

“You said that first.”

Silence.

Flau’jae looked at me like she was trying not to cry. “I played by your rules. You said keep it chill. You said don’t post. Don’t talk about it. Don’t ask. So I didn’t. But now you mad ‘cause I stopped acting like I belonged to you?”

“I never stopped acting like you were mine,” I whispered.

“But you didn’t tell me that. You let me feel stupid. You made me think I was the only one feeling more.”

I backed up slowly, eyes heavy, throat raw. “Come in.” She hesitated.

“I ain’t gonna beg,” I added. But she stepped in anyway.

I closed the door behind her, but it felt like I’d just opened a floodgate. She stood in the middle of the room like she didn’t know where to go. Like she didn’t wanna break again.

“I wanted you,” I said. “Still do.”

Flau turned to face me, lips trembling.

“I didn’t ghost you to punish you. I did it because I was scared. ’Cause if I asked for more and you said no…” My voice cracked. “I would’ve broke.”

“I would’ve said yes,” she murmured. The silence that followed was loud.

I walked up slow, every step heavy with the weight of all the shit I didn’t say. When I stopped in front of her, we were breathing the same air.

She looked up at me.

“Say it now, then,” she whispered. “Say it like you mean it.”

So I cupped her jaw, leaned in, and kissed her like I’d never ghost her again. Because I wouldn’t. Not after this.

Not after knowing I damn near lost the only thing I was too scared to name.

@letsnowtalk @draculara-vonvamp @kcannon-1436-blog @let-zizi-yap @perksofbeingatrex @soapyonaropey @julieluvspb @non3ofurbusiness @kcannon-1436-blog @kaliblazin @liloandstitchstan @footy-lover264

[shawtuzi]

i’m still deciding whether i want to write for ellie or abby in my next tlou fic but until then pls enjoy these construction worker!eren hc’s bc i am sooo thirsty for him

cw include: black fem!reader, lots of fluff, lots of smut, eren being the cutest thing ever

sfw

construction worker!eren whose only dream in this life is to have a pretty wife with a litter of kids and a big ass house to go with it. he’s already slipped a gorgeous fat rock on your finger and talks of getting pregnant with your first child were slowly but surely happening which meant he was getting closer and closer to what he truly wanted most.

construction worker!eren who is a total mommas boy!! his mom is so very dear to him and to know she adores you just as much as him makes him so so happy.

construction worker!eren who looks so cute in his everyday work outfit. whenever he’s got his hard hat on around you you can’t help but knock on it a few times but it’s okay he thinks it’s super cute.

construction worker!eren who starts his day a six-thirty every morning and is always home by five o’clock on the dot. his morning routine consists of giving your forehead and lips a sweet good morning kiss as soon as his eyes open, a quick fifteen minute shower with music softly playing in the back (usually the trapsoul album by bryson tiller), making a big ass pot of coffee bc lord knows he’ll need it with the airheads he works with, quadruple checking to make sure there’s food in the fridge and pantry for you, another sweet kiss to your lips before he heads out, and then spending five minutes trying to pry you off of him while you beg him to take the day off. “m’sorry sugarplum i cant take off today, gotta save up for that big house we want you know how it is,” he’d always say before shushing your whines with a kiss full of tongue n passion.

construction worker!eren who is so tired and sore when he gets off work but is never too sore to accept one of your bone crushing hugs as soon as he walks through the door to your shared apartment. he’s always extra careful to make sure his hands that are usually covered in residue don’t touch your clothes even though you could literally care less.

construction worker!eren who facetimes you everyday around the same time to enjoy your company while he’s on his lunch break. usually the conversations consists of you telling him to make sure he’s applying a lot of sunscreen (bc this heat was nothing to play about), your plans for what you were making for dinner, and if anyone happened to piss him off that day you’ll surely hear about it.

“how’s your lunch?” you asked giving eren a loving smile as you watched him practically devour the leftover lasagna from last nights dinner. he wiped his mouth with a napkin before speaking, a content smile on his lips. “food is perfect honey tastes just as good as it did last night,” you smiled at his words but it faltered just the slightest bit when you saw how reddish pink his cheeks were. “baby have you put on any sunscreen yet? weather app says it’s supposed to be almost a hundred out today,” you pouted wishing so desperately that he was there so you could give his little sunburns kisses. eren observed his face in the tiny box on the corner of his phone, letting out a small hum. “don’t worry about me sugar i’ll put some on before we get off the phone,” he gave you a comforting smile which you returned. you folded your freshly manicured hands together before speaking, “so…for dinner i was thinking steak kabobs?” “now we’re fuckin’ talking”

construction worker!eren whose nicknames for you are sugar, sugarplum, honey, angel, and my honeysuckle (which is a type of flower heje)

construction worker!eren whose stomach is almost as big as his heart lol this man loves him a good home cooked meal!!! he doesn’t know what he did to deserve a wife who feeds him as good as you do but you best believe he thanks his lucky stars everyday for it. and yes he’s fs the kind of man to completely devour his food in record time meanwhile you’ve barely made a dent in yours, this usually leads to you splitting the rest of yours with him bc this man always has room to eat more food.

you had decided to make steaks for dinner and like usual eren had devoured his plate in less than ten minutes. “was it good my love?” you giggled taking a bite of the roasted potatoes you made as side. bc he had a full mouth all eren was able to get out was a satisfied sounding ‘mhm!’ eren had washed his dishes and put them away before making his way back to the table to keep you company while you continued to eat your food, love and adoration swarming in those jade irises of his. without a word you swiftly got out of your chair and got comfy on his lap. eren didn’t say a word but by the way he was looking at your plate you could tell he was dying for another bite. you cut off a piece of steak and held the fork up to his lips with a smile, “go ahead take a bite i know you wanna.” without a second thought eren took a bite and for the rest of dinner you took turns feeding him and yourself.

construction worker!eren who becomes even more attentive and loving than he already is once you’re finally pregnant!!! you have morning sickness?? he’s right behind you rubbing your back and even offers to brush your teeth for you after you’ve finished. you need your feet rubbed?? prop them up and he’ll get straight to work. he even takes more days off work than usual bc he misses your touch just as much as you miss his. ever since he found out there was a little him growing in you he frequently started talking to your belly.

construction worker!eren is a girl dad no ifs, ands, or buts!!!!! crazy story but he had the strongest feeling you were having a girl and low and behold on the day of your gender reveal you found out you were having a girl!! yes he cried like a baby himself and yes connie has it on video.

construction worker!eren who treats your daughter like she’s the finest china when she’s finally born :( the first time he did skin to skin contact with her he swore his heart was gonna explode with how much love his had for the tiny human in his arms. and once she was sound asleep in her lil bed he was quick to leave the hospital to buy you whatever foods you were craving—you deserved the best princess treatment for bringing his lil princess into the world.

construction worker!eren who keeps a polaroid pic of you, him, and your newborn daughter in his worn out wallet, showing it to everyone at his job…and a couple strangers….he rlly can’t help it you two are his pride and joy <333

“hey reiner did i ever show you this picture?” eren beamed holding up the polaroid in reiner’s face for the third time that day. reiner chuckled a bit before nodding, “yes eren you showed me, she’s a cute one you and y/n are lucky,” he smiled and eren nodded in agreement, still staring down at the picture. “yeah…m’the luckiest guy in the world aren’t i?”

nsfw

construction worker!eren who is six foot six and pure muscle. it’s a wonder how he eats so good and manages to look even better but hey! you weren’t complaining. he certainly was lacking down there either baby he’s the full package. his dicks eight and a half inches with two prominent veins on the underside that rubbed against your sensitive walls in the most delicious way possible.

construction worker!eren who has a raging breeding kink but is that really a surprise? whenever you two fuck and he’s able to rlly take his time with you i kid you not he has to cum inside you at least three times or he will not be satisfied. sometimes whenever he pulls out he’ll push down on your lower belly and watch his cum spill out with dark, predatory eyes. majority of the time he’ll use that as an excuse to fill you up for the umpteenth time bc he just cannot let any of his precious cum go to waste.

“so pretty,” eren had a lazy smile on his face as he watched three orgasms worth of cum ooze out of your puffy, spent pussy. just when you thought he had his fill and was ready for a much needed good nights rest you felt his one softening dick begin to harden up against your still trembling thighs. “eren…” you whimpered, but he just shushed you with a kiss mumbling a quick ‘jus one more’ before slipping back inside you with ease. he was extremely low on energy so he wasn’t quite able to fuck into you like a madman like he was before so he just settled for grinding into you. “o-oh honey! f-fuck!” you squealed wrapping your legs around his waist. between his swollen tip continuously bumping into your stomach, and the coarse hairs on his pelvis rubbing against your sensitive clit you were slowly but surely going dumb. “yeah jus’ like that, f-fuck yeah let daddy fuck a baby into you baby c’mon make me cum.”

construction worker!eren who is nawt a fan of quickies at all!! he’s a man that likes to savor the moment when it comes to sex and if he’s able to admire the faces and sounds you make then what’s the point?? when he’s got you all to himself expect to be occupied for the next couple of hours bc like i stated before he’s not satisfied until he’s cum in you at least three times and made you cum twice as much!!

construction worker!eren who is a certified MUNCH!!!! this man loves having his mouth on your pussy and yes if ur wondering he definitely eats it through your panties. he’s so sloppy and loud with it you’d almost be embarrassed if he didn’t completely turn you dumb whenever he tongue fucked your weeping pussy :(

“mm renny,” your brows scrunched together in pleasure as eren sloppily ran his tongue up and down your soaked folds. his hair was still damp from his shower and was slowly soaking the couch from the droplets falling from his locs but neither of you seemed to care. “couldn’t stop thinking about you today…i mean i already think of you all day but i kept thinking about you in that way and fuck it was so hard to focus. reiner almost ripped my head off from how distracted i was,” as he was talking he was pressing sloppy, wet kisses all over your cunt and the inside of your thighs. he inserted two fingers easily into your dripping center and couldn’t help the groan that rumbled in his chest when he saw how tight you were squeezing his fingers. “you got the prettiest pussy honey, you know that right?” he gave you a small smile before spitting directly on your clit making you jolt. you whined in embarrassment ofc and covered your face with a near throw pillow, whimpering out a pathetic ‘stop ren s’embarrasing.’ eren just hummed and attached his mouth back to your pussy, wrapping his slightly swollen lips around your throbbing clit, “m’never gonna fuckin stop my pretty little honeysuckle never ever.”

construction worker!eren who is a biggg fan of the 69 position. sometimes you suck him so good he tends to lose focus but you don’t mind in the slightest. your big strong man never stops working whether he’s on or off the clock so if he gets a little consumed in his own pleasure who are you to snap him out of it?? if you’re putting some serious work in he’ll moan n groan so loud into your pussy you could cum alone just from that!!

construction worker!eren who had the prettiest moans *sighs dreamily* he’s never shy to let you know you’re making him feel good and it’s so fucking hot hearing his breathy whines and moans especially when he accidentally overstimulates himself which he happens to do a lot heh. you’ve definitely had a couple complaints from neighbors bc of the noise but he don’t even give a fuck!! he knows it turns you on more than anything to hear him be so vocal so why on earth would he ever stop??

construction worker!eren who was soo nervous when you suggested having sex while you were pregnant. it was no problem for him at first but once you started showing that’s when the panic started to settle in—he was so afraid he’d accidentally hurt you or the baby that he kinda went on an sex hiatus much to your dismay, but after some convincing be finally gave in.

you were on your side and he was spooning you from behind, giving your shoulder or neck a kiss of encouragement every once in a while. “jus’ let me know if it hurts at all or you’re uncomfortable okay? cant believe you talked me into this…” eren mumbled into your shoulder. you replied with a soft ‘mhm’ your patience wearing thinner by the second. it had been a good couple of weeks since you and eren last had sex and you were almost sure you were beginning to lose your mind. you’d finally had enough when he came home from his morning jog looking like an absolute dream with his chest heaving and brown baby hairs sticking to his forehead. that’s how he ended up here: one hand securely holding onto your small bump while his other was slowly pushing his dick inside your awaiting entrance. “oh wow…” your eyes fluttered shut in pure bliss, toes curling once he bottomed out. “f-fuck that feel okay hun?” it felt more than okay. you brought your hand to your clit and began rubbing quick circles to dull out the stinging stretch. eren peeped this and replaced yours with his own, the rough pads of his fingers on your clit had your lips trembling. “y-you need to stop this—hah! sex strike and fuck me more please i—i miss this,” eren heard your plea and nodded feverishly. god was he a fool for ever depriving yourselves of each other, he will never be doing this again.

[tiftelka]

I love the way Jean appears to us as kind of an older brother — caring and protective. When he joins in on cooking with Cat, when he protects Jeremy from Bryson, and even when he tries to throw out Andrew’s cigarettes and makes that comment about Neil.

And I hate the thought that Jean didn’t have someone like that when he was in Evermore.

[brothermouse]

Sunday Doodle for 6/29/25

K-Pop Demon Hunter has cooked my brain to a delicious golden brown ready to be served up with a side of frysauce.

So anyways I hallucinated an entire premise where a family of supernatural exterminators work with the Church to protect the Wasatch from supernatural threats.

I don’t have much lore figured out, so if anyone has any suggestions and they’re cool enough, we’ll consider them cannon

Overall: So when the transcontinental railroad was completed at Promontory Point it cut through a bunch of ley lines and massively depowered or sealed away the most dangerous supernatural threats, so today most of the threats are either very low level or too powerful to be contained by the railroad. This is a premise I stole directly from the Salt City Strangers comic book from Hoffmangler Studios. (I am ashamed of this, but the shame is not powerful enough to stop me)

Uncle Chuck: former FBI agent who wound up dealing with all the supernatural cases the agency got. After he retired he thought he’d get a break from all that but instead he got called to work with independent contractors on behalf of The Church to deal with supernatural threats. He likes working with the Brysons because 1) LaVerne's the type who just needs to be pointed at a problem and he'll deal with it, which means Chuck doesn't have to do much or deal with ghosts and 2) He's a girl dad at heart and loves the girls to the point that when he's not Uncle Chuck he's "The Cool Dad".

Lia: She's really into the monster hunting, even when it's something lame like getting kappas out of the sewers because they're clogging up the pipes. She also has the gift of tongues, and uses when her family ticks her off to complain about them in a language they don't understand. Her preferred monster fighting weapon is CTR ring brass knuckles

LaVerne: he's been running this business since he inherited it from his father who inherited it from his father. He was hoping to pass it on to his son but he got two daughters instead. He's kind of a control freak so even though Lia's totally ready to take over for him he's putting off retirement. His preferred monster fighting weapon is the family Coffin Cane, which was shod with a spike from the transcontinental railroad.

Zara: she kind of hates the family business and wants nothing to do with it. In spite of that she has an encyclopedic knowledge of monsters, demons, and other supernatural threats and incredible skill with dowsing rods. She doesn't have a preferred monster fighting weapon, BUT the family Coffin Cane seems to really like her, much to her dismay.

[icyg4l]

Pick-A-Meme: What Is In Store for You in April 2024?

Hello beautiful people. Tonight marks the beginning of a new month, April!!! I am so excited to be delivering a new PAC reading. I will continue to be as consistent as possible. Please book a personal reading with me here! And without further ado, please pick your pile!

Top Left-to-Bottom Right (1-4):

Pile One: I feel like you’re going through a rebirth, a spiritual purification. You need to purchase some hyssop, Pile One. I feel like you’re going to be looking at life from a different perspective. There’s a decision that you’re going to have to make in order to be content with your life. You have to choose yourself! I also feel like this month you’ll be focused on going outside into the city! You could get invited to some type of festival or a cooking class perhaps. It seems like this month you should be focused on taking risks and getting out of your comfort zone, Pile One. But even with all of this happening, you should keep your eye on the prize. Discipline yourself and keep your head on straight to the narrow path. Don’t get distracted by the bs, Pile One. 

Cards Used: Death, The Fool, Knight of Cups, Judgment, Nine of Cups, Temperance, Queen of Swords, Four of Discs. 

extras: white clothes. chicago. tundra. icicle. party girl. 

Pile Two: After I pulled some cards for this pile, I saw the vision of someone parting a moving mountain, like holding two mountains to avoid being crushed. I see that you have a big heart, Pile Two. You would do something like this for other people. But there’s someone in your life that is taking advantage of that. There is a connection, particularly love, where the efforts you put forth aren’t being reciprocated. It’s time to know your worth, babe. This is especially true if you are in a long distance relationship. I see that you will be meeting someone new who appreciates your energy and is willing to take care of you. But in order for this to work, you need to keep an open mind. This person is a bit eccentric, Pile Two. I also see that if you have been searching for apartments, you will be preparing to move out of your neighborhood by the end of the month. 

Cards Used: King of Wands, Five of Cups, Justice, Two of Wands, The Lovers, 4 of Discs, The Fool, 4 of Cups (RX), Two of Cups (RX), The Emperor, Page of Cups. 

extras: playing cards. heartbreak hotel. dracula. pity. sarcasm. brooklyn. candlelight dinner. mardi gras. 

Pile Three: This pile has been having hangups about a certain situation. Perhaps, you’ve been having dreams about something that occurs in your waking life. These dreams are in fact premonitions. You need to be taking note of them so that you can make the best decision. You may have been drawn to Pile One. I feel like this pile is getting settled in with something, maybe ‘it’ has to grow on you. Don’t let anyone affect your decision making at this time because you are the one that has to live out the effects of it. You could be going off to college, making the decision to move or stay in your hometown, deciding whether or not you need a new car or should just get it repaired. Either way, you need to lean into your intuition. Depend on yourself. I feel like this pile has been listening to the new Beyoncé album heavy. So if you resonate with that then this is definitely your pile. Don’t make a decision that you will regret. Watch your environment closely. 

Cards Used: Temperance, The High Priestess, Knight of Pentacles, Seven of Cups (RX), 8 of Swords, King of Wands, Five of Cups. 

extras: “blinded by tradition.” lilith. yodeling. partition. oracle cards. eye for an eye. watermelon. “my precious.”

Pile Four: Oh, Pile Four. You’ve been working on yourself big time, haven’t you? Because of this, I feel like April will be the month where you receive recognition for your efforts. I feel like this pile participated in Lent or Ramadan, or you’ve just been disciplined and staying out the way. I feel like you will be introduced to a new lover soon that you’ll meet through friends but you’ll be uber cautious of them because you’re used to being by yourself. Lots of people will try to get your attention during this month but I feel like you’ll continue to stack your coins and enjoy your time as a bachelor/ette. There’s many opportunities for you to make money, especially if you’re a young entrepreneur. I see the image of someone scanning through a brochure. So please, do what you have to do to make that money! But don’t let it make you! I also see that you could meet your mentor at some type of conference as well. You really need to network, Pile Four (to my fellow introverts, all will be okay, love).

Cards Used: King of Pentacles, 9 of Cups, The Tower (RX), The Sun, Ten of Cups, Ace of Discs, Nine of Wands, Wheel of Fortune, 3 of Cups, Princess of Cups (RX).

extras: BLT. hummus. pilates. health conscious. “please don’t partake in that.” suburban. office hours. sneak peek.

[marmiteprinter]

After his lengthy turn on the obstacle course, Isaac was particularly stinky and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Unfortunately, he clogged the latrine while he was in there and, even though it wasn't his turn, he volunteered to unclog and clean the latrines because of it.

Even as the toilet water splashed him in the face and he recoiled backwards, he realised he actually quite enjoyed tinkering with objects and getting them to work again!

[justforbooks]

Roberta Flack

Singer with a reserved, intimate style on hits such as The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face and Killing Me Softly With His Song

Roberta Flack’s pensive version of Bridge Over Troubled Water, from her 1971 album Quiet Fire, so impressed another rising star that he sent her a fan letter. “Dear Roberta,” wrote Elton John, “I have never heard anything this beautiful in years ... ”

Flack, who has died aged 88, must have seemed both familiar and fascinatingly different to the young English songwriter. Like John, she was a classically trained pianist who had gravitated to pop. But she was North Carolina born, and had taught in high school before having her first hit at the age of 34. Her career was founded on her ability to sell a song using reticence and reserve, qualities that defined her from the early smash singles, The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face and Killing Me Softly With His Song, to her final album, a collection of Beatles covers released in 2012.

Hit-making partnerships with the singers Donny Hathaway and Peabo Bryson stayed in the same nuanced lane, with few departures into drama or melisma. Even as R&B became more experimental in the 1970s and 80s, Flack burrowed deeper into a gentle musical conservatism. Bar the occasional flash of social consciousness, she was, in both artistry and manner, quiet when quiet was unfashionable.

Her reward was a string of chart hits, four Grammy awards and the loyalty of America’s adult-contemporary radio stations. Her success on AC radio also opened up the white-leaning, soft-pop format to other African-American artists.

Flack sang as if romance were a subject deserving deep, measured consideration – a style that complemented her voice. Clarity and perfect pitch were her distinguishing vocal features, developed in part by spending her adolescence listening to the soprano Leontyne Price. If her love of opera did not set her apart enough from other teens in Arlington, Virginia, where she grew up, she was also a piano prodigy, winning a music scholarship to Howard University in Washington DC when she was 15.

Though influenced by jazz, R&B and easy listening, Flack was not quite any of them – in the NME’s spot-on description, she created a middle ground between “genteel promiscuity and stronger codes of heartbreak – always with the lamps down low”.

Her early albums were partly informed by the turbulence of the civil rights era – the 1969 track Tryin’ Times was unabashed protest soul – but by primarily sticking to apolitical timelessness, she became one of the top female singers of the 70s, in any genre.

Some critics unfavourably compared her to more visceral contemporaries such as Aretha Franklin, which provoked the retort: “I am a black person who sings the way I do. I am not a black person who sounds anything like Aretha Franklin or like Chaka Khan. I shouldn’t have to change in order to be who I am.”

The comparisons were unfair, anyway: Franklin’s style had been forged in the Baptist church, whereas Flack had grown up as a restrained, hymn-singing Methodist. That was especially evident in sporadic nods to her southern church background, such as the bawdy 1970 single Reverend Lee; she could be muscular when required, but never to the point of full, bodily immersion.

The thoughtful approach served her well. The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face was the US’s top-selling single of 1972 and won record of the year at the 1973 Grammy awards. At the 1974 Grammys, Killing Me Softly – a five-week US No 1 – took record of the year and female pop vocal performance.

She was born in Asheville, North Carolina, one of four children of Laron Flack, a tobacco picker, and Irene Council, a school cook. The family moved to Virginia when Roberta was five, by which point she was already playing the piano. Practising on an upright her father rescued from the local dump, by the age of 13 she was proficient enough to come second in a statewide contest for black students.

She was bright, finishing high school early and graduating from university at 19 with a degree in music education. For the next seven years she taught in the Washington school system, while developing a sideline as a pianist/singer in local bars. In 1968 she was spotted by the jazz pianist Les McCann, who was so taken by her voice – “I laughed, cried and screamed for more,” he said – that he introduced her to Atlantic Records.

Flack’s jazzish, folkish early albums made a muted impact. Arguably, she owed her eventual success to the fact that Clint Eastwood paid her $2,000 in 1971 to use The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face in the film he was then directing, Play Misty for Me. The song, from her 1969 debut First Take, had not previously been a single, but was released when it proved one of the film’s talking points.

It duly spent six weeks at No 1, establishing Flack as a major artist. Her grip on the mid-70s charts was strengthened by duets with Hathaway – in particular, The Closer I Get to You and the Grammy-winning Where Is the Love, which were among the best songs either artist ever made.

In the early 80s, when the hits had dried up, a series of duets with Bryson, notably Tonight I Celebrate My Love, brought her back to the charts. Her last big seller was a synth-soul double act with Maxi Priest, Set the Night to Music, which reached the US Top 10 in 1991.

In the years that followed, Flack took the fail-safe route of many veteran vocalists, making Christmas albums and collections of pop and jazz standards. The hip-swinging 1994 covers album Roberta received a Grammy nomination, but a likable and inventive Beatles collection, Let It Be Roberta, sank – despite the endorsement of Yoko Ono, who was Flack’s across-the-hall neighbour in the Dakota apartments in New York.

She hosted a syndicated weekly music and chat radio show between 1995 and 1998, but was more fulfilled by making music than talking about it. The Fugees’ highly successful 1996 cover of Killing Me Softly spurred Flack to release a remixed version of her 1972 hit, which duly topped the US dance chart.

After suffering a stroke in 2016, she returned to recording in 2018 with the song Running, heard in the film 3100: Run and Become, a documentary about a 3,100-mile run held annually around the streets of New York. But in 2022 it was announced that Flack had been diagnosed with ALS, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, known in the UK as motor neurone disease, which had made it impossible for her to sing.

In 1966 Flack married the bassist Steven Novosel; this and a second marriage ended in divorce.

🔔 Roberta Cleopatra Flack, singer, born 10 February 1937; died 24 February 2025

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[kireilien]

hiiii omg i have been loving your work for soooooo long, i’m finally mustering up some courage to send you something...! may i inquire about maki x melolagnia? what type of songs would he put on his sex playlist?!

kyaaaa hi anon pls dont ever be scared of sending me something!!! and yes ofc lemme cook i gotchu

tw/cw. nsfw content; maki’s sex playlist + lyrics

sonder, what you heard

“don’t tell me what to do, just tell me when it hurts”

summer walker ft. no1-noah, swv

“obsessed with the pussy causin’ havoc”

partynextdoor, no chill

“i’m tryna treat her special, like no one ever did”

che ecru, that’s my baby

“pussy so good i’ll fly you outta state”

jhené aiko, sativa

“you keep the rhythm, oh my god, i’m glad you came”

no i don’t care that this is abt weed it’s hot

bryson tiller, next to you

“said hate when you’re away from here, so far away”

honorable mention: drake ft. james fauntleroy, on my way

“all i needs an address and i’m on my way”

fucking hell i hate drake but this song is so maki coded

is this js my playlist recently played? yes and.

back 2 maki catalog

[h00dsw0rld]

Bryson James Cooke

[chelisbae]

Brittney Griner Hcs😙

(the nsfw content is sprinkled here and there)

* she will literally stroll around the house singing freaky ass songs

- like tory lanez or bryson tiller

* she likes to put her FULL 205 lb body weight on you but, its adorable so u always let her!

* she will buy you ANYTHING even if you just look at it.

* you swear that she checks your search history (should i turn this situation into a blurb??)

* quickies before her games>>>

* lowkey clingy when it comes to her off days

* prefers home-cooked meals for sureee

@mrsarnold @ayannatv @liyahin4k @patscorner @leilanihours @bveckers

[allthingsfangirl101]

AFTR: Chapter 4 - Let The Interregation Begin

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After we got in last night, we were interrogated by my family. They asked Glen about his life and his work. They asked us about our relationship and how we got started.

My mom about had heart palpitations when she heard that we met on a plane and he worked hard to find me again. My sister made a comment about him being a stalker. I immediately corrected her and told her that I found it sweet and romantic.

After several rounds of questions being thrown at us that Glen answered without hesitation, Dad finally cut it off and said it was time for bed.

Glen grabbed my hand and led me upstairs. We closed the door and got ready for bed. It should've felt awkward sleeping next to a complete stranger, but it wasn't. It almost felt natural. We fell asleep within minutes.

I woke up to the sun shining through the window. I rolled over, my heart slightly beating against my chest when I saw Glen asleep. I carefully got out of bed and slipped into the shower. I got out and got dressed before leaving the bathroom. When I left the bathroom, Glen was awake.

"There you are, darling."

"Hey," I smiled as I walked in, running my fingers through my hair.

"What are the plans for today?"

"Nothing," I said, slightly clearing my throat. Glen laughed as he got out of bed and walked over to me.

"Not having a plan bothers you, doesn't it?" He smirked.

"Maybe," I mumbled lol. He laughed as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. In the back of my mind, I realized that the door was closed. He wasn't doing this for my family.

"We can always come up with our own plans," he said, genuinely trying to comfort me.

"Or," I elongated, "we could take it one random activity at a time."

"That's going to kill you," Glen laughed. "Just send me a look and I will make up some plan to escape the nothingness with your family."

"Thank you," I whispered. Glen pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek before walking past me and starting to get ready.

"I have to ask," Glen said as we finished getting ready for the day, "do you like your family calling you by your full name? It seems like every time they say your name, you kind of cringe."

"It makes me sound like a 75-year-old woman," I chuckled awkwardly as I sat on the edge of the bed. Glen laughed as he walked over and sat next to me. "My sisters know how much I hate my name so they purposefully call me by my full name to tease me."

"You know," he smirked as he scooted closer to me, "I think it bothers your older sister when I call you Ellie."

"Guess it's working," I whispered. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. We scooted closer as our lips moved softly in sync.

"Ugh!" We broke apart and turned around to see Kelley in the doorway. "I hate to remind you," she shot at us, "but there are children in the house."

"I know, Kelley," I smiled sweetly. "We'll make sure we close and lock the door tonight."

I stood up and smirked at her as I shut the door on her. I turned around and Glen and I instantly started laughing. He pulled me onto the bed as we slowly stopped laughing.

"I'm really glad that you agreed to come with me," I said softly. "I know we've only been here one night, but you've already helped me."

"I have?" He asked, studying me.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "It's nice knowing I have at least one person on my side."

* * * * *

We walked downstairs to see Mom cooking pancakes. Kelley was drinking coffee while Ian fed their three-year-old daughter, Chloe. Their twin boys, Brandon and Bryson, were playing some video games. I wasn't sure where my dad and Aaiden were.

I smiled when Glen poured a cup of coffee and handed it to me before pouring one for himself. He leaned against the counter and smiled at me as he took a sip.

"Aunt Elle!"

Glen took a step back as Brandon and Bryson ran over to me and almost tackled me.

"When did you get here?" Brandon asked as they let me go.

"We got in last night."

"We?" Bryson asked. It was then that they noticed Glen.

"Who are you?" They asked in sync.

"Boys," I said, with a slight warning in my voice, "this is Glen, my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" They asked in sync again. They looked at each other before beginning to ask Glen questions.

"What do you do?"

"You look like a cowboy."

"Do you ride horses?"

"Do you ride bulls?"

"Are you an actual cowboy?"

"Do you play video games?"

"You look familiar."

"Are you familiar because you killed someone?"

"Are you wanted by the police?"

"Are you going to hurt our Aunt Elle?"

"How'd you meet our Aunt Elle?"

"Do you love her?"

"Boys!" I cut them off. "You know, he'd be able to answer questions if you paused between them."

"Okay," Bryson shrugged. "Let's talk about you and Aunt Elle."

"Let's not," I pleaded.

"What made you zero in on our aunt?" Brandon asked.

"Zero in? Boys. . ."

Glen reached over and gently wrapped his arm around my waist. "It was her eyes," he answered them.

"What do you mean?" Mom asked, joining the interview.

"When I first walked onto the plane, I instantly found Ellie," he said, looking over at me with a smile that made my heart skip a beat. I suddenly wondered if what he was saying was true. "I remember hoping that my seat was the empty one next to her. When I realized it was, I suddenly got really nervous. I sat next to her and she smiled at me. There was something in her eyes that made me want to stare into them all day long."

Mom let out a long "awww". The twins looked at each other before glancing back at Glen. I looked over to see Kelley rolling her eyes.

"Look, boys," Glen said, glancing at me before turning toward them. "I know how much you love your Aunt Elle. I know that you want to make sure that the guy who comes into her life is willing to take care of her and is worthy of her. I promise I will take care of her and I will work every day of my life to show you and her that I am worthy of her."

I held back my laugh when Brandon and Bryson leaned in and had a very intense hushed conversation with each other.

"We're okay with you," Bryson said.

"But," Brandon said quickly, "if you break her heart. . ."

"We will break your face."

They glared at Glen for a second before running back into the other room. We all laughed when we heard their game start back up.

"You should feel honored, babe," I laughed as I leaned my head on his shoulder. He leaned down and kissed the top of my head.

"The boys are very protective of their Aunt Elle," Ian laughed as he picked their daughter up, out of the highchair. "They mean it when they say they'll hurt you."

Ian took their daughter upstairs to wash her up. With Kelley's judgmental eyes on us, I lifted my head and pressed my lips to Glen's. He reached up, gently cupping my face, as he kissed me back. We broke the kiss and Glen quickly kissed my cheek.

"I don't think they'd actually hurt you," I said, making him laugh.

"Well, don't worry," he said, lowering his voice. "I promise that I have no intention of hurting you, darling."

"I appreciate that."

* * * * *

We finished our breakfast, quietly talking to each other with my sister and mom watching us closely. After we finished, Glen grabbed our plates and put them in the sink. He then grabbed my hand and pulled me into the living room where we watched the boys play their games.

"Why don't you help me in the kitchen, Eleanor?" Mom asked in her tone, which meant I shouldn't argue. I glanced worriedly at Glen, who grabbed my hand and smiled.

He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek to cover up his whisper, "I'll be fine."

I sent him one more look before following my mom into the kitchen. "I'll wash. You dry."

I stood next to her and we started doing the dishes in silence. Until my mom shattered that.

"Sweetie," Mom said in her voice which usually signals a lecture, "Glen seems great."

"He is," I smiled, hesitant to fully trust this conversation.

"I hope you're spending enough time with him."

"Mom. . ."

"I just mean that you can sometimes get a little. . . too focused on your job," she tried to explain. "I'd hate to see you let something good slip through your fingers."

"You mean, you'd hate to see Glen slip through my fingers," I said slowly.

"Well," she stuttered, "it's just. . . You finally found a guy. I'd hate to see you lose him because you're more focused on your job than you are on him."

"Wow," I scoffed. "Just wow, Mom. I have a boyfriend, something you've wanted me to have for years, and all you can think about is how I'm going to definitely lose him."

"I didn't mean it like that," Mom tried to defend herself.

"But you think it," I nodded. "You think I'm going to ruin things."

"You get over-focused on work, sweetheart. If you worked less. . ."

"Glen also works," I tried to point out. "We both have jobs that ask for a lot, but we make time for each other. It's one of the things we promised. On our first date, we talked about our jobs. I told him that I'd probably end up canceling dates at the last minute because of work. He told me he'd probably end up canceling dates at the last minute because he has to travel for a new movie. We both promised that we'd make time for each other. And we do, Mom. Yes, I've canceled a few dates. But so has he. When he's in town, he steals me away for lunch. When I travel to the same place he's filming, we sneak off set early and spend the night together. We each do as much as we can. We both knew what we were getting into when we first started dating."

"I just want you to be careful," Mom said, clearly not hearing anything I just said. "Glen seems like a really sweet guy. I'd hate for you to lose him because you spend more time on your job than on your relationship."

"Mom. . ."

My heart jumped into my throat when Glen walked into the kitchen. One look at him and I knew he had overheard everything.

"Hey, darling," he said, sending a quick glance toward my mom. He walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist. "You ready for that walk on the beach you promised me?"

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