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love-takes-work · 4 years ago

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Very Cool Potluck

Did you know that some people are so dedicated to reproducing Steven Universe recipes that they’ll both put cheese puffs in their sushi AND willingly bring durian into their homes?

I will teach you the basics of how to prepare the Cool Kids’ Potluck and also tell you the story of how I got food poisoning.

(Sorry, Lars’ ube roll is not included, because it didn’t make it to the potluck. It is available as a separate recipe, of course.)

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I decided it was time to do the Cool Kids' POTLUCK!

STEVEN: (holds up Snack Sushi) "Who's feelin' lucky?"

SOUR CREAM: "I brought the soda."

JENNY: "I brought the pizza."

BUCK: "I brought the assorted fruit."

And Sadie brought paper plates to complete the set. Too bad Lars's Ube Roll couldn't join them!

Okay, so we have a four-part meal. Most complicated of course is the sushi! We can assume it is Snack Sushi, which I have made before but didn't really give instructions. Steven explains pretty well but doesn't give you a sushi rice recipe. How about I just tackle this here and show you how?

Recipe 1: SNACK SUSHI

Ingredients:

11 1/2 ounces sushi rice

1 1/2 cups cold water

4 tablespoons rice vinegar

3 tablespoons sugar

1 teaspoon salt

1 package nori (seaweed sheets)

1 avocado

1 bag cheese puffs

Mayonnaise

Hot sauce

First, sushi rice is made a special way. I am no expert, but the way I do it has worked fine for sushi in the past. First you measure out your 11.5 ounces of rice and put it in a sieve, then wash thoroughly with tap water.

Put it in the pan you will cook it in, pour the 1.5 cups of cold water on, and let sit WITHOUT COOKING for 30 minutes.

When the soak time is up, turn on high and boil. As soon as it hits boil, turn to low, cover, and cook 15 minutes. Then turn off the heat and let steam in the pan for 10 more minutes. You now have fluffable, tasty, sticky steamed rice!

Next, make your vinegar concoction. Combine the vinegar, the sugar, and the salt in a small dish. Microwave it to dissolve the sugar. I did this in a few 20-second bursts. It smells strongly but I love that smell. Make sure when you stir it, there's no sugar on the bottom! It must be dissolved.

Pour the concoction over the hot rice and stir it in. You are ready to work with it!

From there, it is as Steven shows us in "Cooking With Lion."

• Put nori on a rolling mat, rough side up

• Spread sushi rice on the nori thinly

• Halve the avocado, remove pit, cut in slices and rub a spoon around the avocado flesh to dislodge it

• Place the avocado slices in a line on the rice

• Place a line of cheese puffs in a line next to the avocado

• Roll compactly, tucking as necessary to get it into roll shape

• Cut!

You'll also need to make "spicy mayo" for the garnish. Steven uses hot sauce and mayonnaise. Mix together and squirt neatly onto the top of each roll.

"Who's feelin' lucky?!"

And that's the recipe!

Tip:

Use rice shortly after cooking. Refrigerate it if you will not be eating it soon after. Guess who got food poisoning from eating old rice because of this? CAN YOU GUESS?? 🤢

Recipe 2: PIZZA

So I've made pizza from scratch half a dozen times already for this show. I'm not gonna do it again. (Here's my personal Fish Stew Pizza recipe.)

Jenny simply brings pizza from work! So I decided to go the easy route and purchase a commercial pizza this time.

We never actually see the pizza eaten. I will assume it's the default pepperoni pizza and add veggie pepperoni to mine.

Baking in the oven per box directions as I figure out pizza boxes!!

Jenny's got four dang boxes of pizza on that table. I'm sorry, but I will not be preparing four pizzas. I live by myself and am not actually having a real potluck here. I will use comic book boxes to provide the illusion of many pizzas even though I am only cooking one. Shhhhh.

I actually used paper cutouts and markers to design my own Fish Stew Pizza box!!

Done! Next!

Recipe 3: SODA

Another recipe where I don't really make anything. I am just dressing up a bottle of Diet Coke.

But at least I made it look like the soda Sour Cream brought (termed "So-Duh").

Recipe 4: ASSORTED FRUIT

Oh god.

Buck, you clown. 🤡🤡 You went and bought various pokey-skinned fruits and forced me to BRING A DURIAN INTO MY HOME.

Folks, do you have any idea what durian is?

Let's just say it's known as the King of Fruits and it is SMELLY. You can't look up anything about durian online without related news stories discussing areas where durian is BANNED, neighbors complaining if you bring durian home, and tips on getting the smell off your hands and out of your breath.

I've bought frozen durian before to make Durian Juice Boxes. It was bad enough frozen. But then I had to go buy a FRESH STANK MACHINE at the Asian Market.

The things I do for this friggin show

So we have pineapple.

We have dragonfruit.

And we have &%#!%@ durian.

Durian! People! Do you have any idea what my house smells like!!! And they put it in a bag like that because you can't pick it up without GETTING STABBED! god what am i doing

Anyway.

There, you happy?

Here is my beautiful POTLUCK.

Add paper plates because Sadie brought them and now Sour Cream is thrilled he doesn't have to do the dishes.

Also, I'm sure it wouldn't be all that much fun if you didn't get a quick lesson on how to eat the weird fruits, even though the Cool Kids did not cut into them. Right?

So after I recovered from food poisoning from that rice, I put down a plastic tablecloth on my outdoor porch table, gathered an assortment of knives and plates, grabbed some gloves, and prepared these fruits for eating.

Dragonfruit:

Cut in half. Cut further in quarters and eighths. Peel the fruit out of the husk and store.

Verdict: I don't like dragonfruit. It tasted like weird, hurty watery kiwi. Maybe you should know I'm allergic to kiwi. This is probably related. I shouldn't eat this.

Pineapple:

Cut the top and bottom off and discard (including the bush at the top). Slice the remainder completely in half. Cut the core out--you shouldn't eat it. Then slice each half and slice again into manageable strips. Cut lines in the fruit and cut them off into a storage container.

Verdict: I am allergic to pineapple so I didn't try it, but it smelled amazing. I saved it for my friend.

Durian:

All right, stank fruit, here we go.

Cut the stem off and flip the durian to stand on the top where you cut the stem off. Use pot holders to manipulate because otherwise IT WILL CUT YOU. Examine the durian's shape and see if you can figure out based on its bulges where the huge scary pods are inside. Make a cut through the very tough husk and pull it apart with your hands.

Pods will emerge. They are soft and delicate, so if you hold them too hard they'll break. Each contains HUGE seeds. Take the seeds out before eating. Go around the rest of the durian and get all the pods out. It's a scavenger hunt! Store.

Verdict: The smell is literally not any worse when you open it. It is a very thick, pervasive smell but to me it didn't smell like a rotting corpse or poop or anything.

But then I ate a little bit and the aftertaste was really dark and musty. Dip a butt in tropical fruit syrup. It was pretty vile. I swallowed it though, and my mouth was Very Unhappy. I do not like durian.

I guess I'm 0 for 3. My sushi made me sick because I left the rice out for hours, I can't eat any of my fruit, and I reused the pizza to make a damn Pizza Steve.

But at least my life is interesting while it's being a disaster, huh?

At least I can still drink my So-Duh.

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vinylhazza · 5 years ago

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Timid Touching (E.D)

Summary: After a particularly rough day at work, y/n stumbles upon her bestfriend naked and tugging one out on the couch, he woos her into staying to enjoy the fun and maybe do something she never has before.

Word Count: 6.2k

Warning: just dirty ass smut

Dedication: @dolandolll thank you for being you! love you bubs xoxo

It was unexpected on such an annoying and brutal day of relentless complaining at work, spilling hot coffee all over her shirt, and getting stuck in endless traffic that she would walk in and she was she is seeing now.

She was pulling up to the house in a cursing rage, so fed up with the blabbering dumbfucks at her work that she wanted nothing more than to take a bath, put on a facemask, watch a movie, and go to sleep to start the weekend off right. It was an added bonus that she recently moved in with her two bestfriends Ethan and Grayson - after months and months of begging from both twins and the promise of smiles and amazing avocado toast daily.

It had been a dream so far, getting to wake up with relaxing vibes and getting to hang out with the men that made her the happiest (one already having her heart but she does her best to ignore that in fear of rejection). It’s your sappy teen movie, a bestfriend swooning over someone that she presumes sees her as only that: a friend.

She shook the thoughts from her head when she slammed the door to her car, making sure she heard the beep indicating it was in fact locked before she began to stomp up to the front door with her bag slung across her front. She had parked right behind Ethan’s Jeep, noticing for a split second that Grayson’s car was nowhere to be found. It was odd for the time of evening that it was, the sun sinking below the horizon, leaving California in a cool windy evening that was about to get even more interesting, even if she wasn't aware.

She wasn’t too concerned about Grayson being gone, simply a bit nervous that she would be left alone with Ethan for God knows how long, with his infectious beautiful smile and his sinfully sexy body that drove her insane. It was just a bad night for her to be both pissed off and horny and swooning over her bestfriend.

She huffs out an irritated breath when the keypad clicks the lock open and she swings the door wide with her hand, stepping into the dark entryway of the house and setting her purse onto the hook at the right side of her head. Grayson had kindly installed it for her convenience, laughing every time she would have to set it on the “dirty” floor. Out of the kindness of his heart he caved and ended his fun by giving her a hook to make her life easier. She liked being able to just grab it on her way out the door, and he knew that.

Y/n noticed Ethan’s shoes placed neatly on the mat, meaning he was relaxing somewhere and not planning on leaving.

“E?” she called out through the house, not loud enough to be considered a yell, just louder than her normal speaking voice. But nothing came after. Only the reverberation of her voice against the walls.

She nudged her shoes off her own feet, setting them next to her bestfriends, speaking once more in hopes he was actually close by and was just too distracted to answer, “work was absolute shit.” But still no answer followed.

She had been too caught up in her thoughts to actually notice the flashing of the tv coming from down the hall and the peculiar noise bouncing from the walls and to her curious ears. Her eyebrows are furrowed down into a pout as she shuffles down the hallway to the living room, her plan to pester Ethan about ignoring her for the TV cut short when she enters the spacious room.

You know what they say: curiosity killed the kitty. And she was pretty sure she was going to die of a heart attack when she entered the room - stopping dead in her tracks.

She realizes quickly what the sounds were, widening her eyes at the TV on a stand that Grayson built, bright as can be in the dim living room, a clip of two girls touching each other flashing across the screen while they moaned loudly into each others mouths. She nearly faints at the sight, so shocked what she thought was an innocent movie was actually lesbian porn.

“Y/n,” Ethan says casually, startling her just enough that her eyes are ripped from the TV to land right on his bare body on the couch, dick slapped hard against his stomach, leaking precum, “why so sad? work a little rough today?”

His voice is light and silky, a couple octaves lower than normal, making it even more difficult for her to look him in the eye.

Was he seriously trying to have a normal conversation right now? Was he teasing her? Was he mocking her for catching him in such a...interesting situation?

Her mouth is dry as sandpaper at this point, stuttering out a quick “yeah” sheepishly, not really sure where she should be looking, at Ethan? At the TV? The ground? So she settles for her bare feet, suddenly very interested in her purple nail polish covering them and the ankle bracelet that hangs around the ankle with a little turtle charm. She starts to wish she had stayed a little longer at work, not knowing in the slightest how to navigate this predicament she found herself in.

She’s seen both of the twins naked before yeah, on accident with each one of them. She wasn’t used to having to knock, so there had been a few times where she found herself walking in on one of them changing - quickly squeaking out an apology and slamming the door closed. But she’d never seen them with a hard on or anything remotely close, not that she could tell at least. This was completely out of the blue for her.

“Has anyone ever told you it’s rude to not look at someone when they’re talking to you bubs?” His teasing voice cuts through the thickening air. He says it like he wasn't just vigorously jerking off only moments ago, like he isn’t sitting butt ass naked in front of his bestfriend watching two girls eat each other’s pussies sloppily.

She knows he’s challenging her to look. So look she does, shooting her head up from her feet to land right on his hazel eyes that stare back at her. She makes a mental note to not let her eyes wander anywhere else on his body, especially not down to where her eyes had been glued when she first walked into the room. That’s for sure a sight she won’t forget.

She decides that instead of standing there with her blushing cheeks and twiddling thumbs embarrassing herself, she was going to politely exit the room and just pretend like this never happened. Even though she would never be able to get the image of his massive leaking cock out of her mind even if she tried to. He was fucking gorgeous and she couldn’t deny it.

Yeah of course she wanted to fuck the shit out of him, she’s always wanted to, but now that she’s standing here totally off guard and caught watching him red handed she is embarrassed beyond belief. She always imagined that if they did take that step in their relationship it would be more...romantic and not dirty and sudden after a shitty day at work.

“I think I’m just gonna go take a bath-” She turns her back to the room, fully prepared to sprint down the hall if she had to, not wanting to embarrass herself any longer. She wanted to sink into a hot bath, ease her stress and sleep this horrendous day off. And she hoped to God he didn't bring this up again. But before she can walk back down the hallway Ethan’ talking again in that fucking tone that has her insides stirring.

“Sweet innocent little Y/n scared of a little porn huh?” he grins at her, quirking a dark defined eyebrow. Little shit knew he was getting to her.

“Not scared,” she mutters, “I just don't watch it that’s all.” She’s embarrassed to even be having this conversation with him. She wishes for a moment that the floor would just open up beneath her and swallow her whole to save her from having to answer anymore of his questions.

“Bullshit. Everyone does. How else do you get that little pussy of yours to cum the fastest?” he continues on, staring her down intensely. She couldn't believe how easily he was talking about her the way that he was and saying all of the things he was saying. He’d never been as open as he was being right now. Sure he flirted with her all the time, but he had never used that kind of language with her. I guess now was as good a time as ever to shoot his shot.

“I don't Ethan,” it's not an answer he’s expecting obviously because his eyes widen and his mouth open some more in mock horror, a shocked little scoff escaping his lips.

“No? You’re telling me you don't rub that little cunt in the middle of the night when you get all hot and bothered?” his presses on.

“Yep pretty much what I’m saying,” she mumbles out.

Please dear fuck Ethan let it go and let me take my damn bath, she pleaded to the heavens, her head falling back to stare at the ceiling with a sigh. She must be dreaming because there is no way in heaven or hell that Ethan Dolan, her best friend, was sitting her saying things to her right now. It seems the moans coming from the speakers only get louder to her ears.

It’s almost as if the small flame she had in her stomach when she was with him was spreading because she started to feel heat shoot from her middle and down all the way to her toes. She played it off as being anxious but she noticed that her panties were starting to get a bit wet. Rubbing her thighs together is what she settled on until she could take her bath and forget that this night happened unless he brought it up again.

“Look I’m just gonna go so you can finish whatever you need to,” she tries to dismiss herself once again, twisting on her heel to exit the room and let him get back to watching the two pretty brunettes on the screen scissor each other senseless. As she takes a step she’s stopped once again.

“Wimpass,” Ethan mutters slyly, deliberately looking away when she turns to stare at him with a raised eyebrow. Did he just call her a wimp? For what reason?

“E-excuse me?” she squeaks, not believing this is real life. She swears to God she must be asleep on her bed or something because Ethan would never be this bold in front of her. Or would he?

“You’re a wimpass,” he says once again, more clear. A sneaky little smile makes its way to his face, eyebrow still raised as the girls switch positions, one on top one on bottom while one sucks on the others pussy and fingers her at the same time. Her heart is pounding at this point.

“I’m not a wimp Ethan stop,” her cheeks are on fire because she knows he’s going to challenge her once more.

“If you don’t stay you're a wimpass,” he reiterates. He knows she hates to be bullied into something, but at this point he’s so eager and hungry to see her finally get herself off next to him he’s sputtering out whatever dirty thing he can to get her to stay.

He would always call her a wimp when she was scared of something, usually causing her to shoot him a glare and prove him wrong. He hopes this is the same. And with the scrunch of her eyebrows and firm line on her lips he can tell he got to her in the way he wanted.

“We aren't 4 Ethan,” she huffs out a shaky breath, frustrated that she looks so flustered in front of him. She always wanted to look sort of confident and strong for him, thought he liked that. But she has no clue that her cluelessness is making him want to bust a load untouched on their couch.

She stands still, fingers playing with the end of her shirt and tries hard to ignore the moans filling the room.

“Oh I know that, we are actually adults,” he pauses, looking at her with that same smirk, “so if you don’t stay I guess that means you’re a 4 year old wimpass right?”

He opens his arms in a challenging manner, daring her to take the bait and stay.

So with a heavy sigh and several scorching glares thrown in Ethan’s direction, she timidly makes her way over to the couch just a few steps away, her heart already thumping dangerously fast in her chest. She sits on the opposite side of him, trying not to look, keeping her eyes on the wall in front of her. She doesn’t know why she actually chose to stay because Ethan would never force her into something she didn’t want to do and they both know that. He might tease and mock her but it’s ultimately her decision.

“I’m not a wimp. And I’m only staying for a bit, my bath is calling my name. And I’m not touching myself so get that out of your head right now,” she’s talking fast and stern, not wanting to be interrupted. She decided she was only going to stay for 5 minutes...that’s long enough right? It’s long enough to her and that’s all she cares about.

Her cheeks are on fire when he starts to scooch his naked body across the couch and sit uncomfortably close to her considering all the empty space. Was there something wrong with his previous spot? No. Did he want her to see exactly what he was doing up close and personal? Yes.

“Suit yourself,” he sing songs to her with a dazzling smile, pausing the porn on the screen with the TV remote in between their bodies. It looked so natural and easy with him, his relaxed body that looked so content and comfortable doing this in front of her. It had her mind racing and her eyes following his every move hoping he wouldn't notice, “here let’s change this to something that,” he glances to her stiff frame, “you might enjoy,” he ends with a smirk - dropping a wink.

He flicks and scrolls through many titles, all ending in “XXX” , sending a shiver running down her spine. He finally lands on a video of a muscular man with many tattoos and a pretty brunette. The scene starts with the two in a bedroom, already naked and on the king sized bed, the mans lips trailing over her dewy skin. It started off slowly, just simple kissing and some whimpers here and there, nothing she hadn’t seen before. She wonders for a minute why he would pick something so vanilla, but she is mistaken when the scene speeds up.

Ethan palming and stroking his own dick catches her attention from the corner of her curious eyes. His own are fixed on the two on the screen as the anticipation grows. Her eyes widen and her legs cross over themselves when the tattooed mans lips travel down to the woman’s pussy, smacking loudly against her skin. Her cheeks are flushing crimson at the sight of his tongue flicking to collect her juices.

I’m not getting turned on, I’m not getting turned on, I’m not getting turned on she repeats to herself, trying to stop the already wet pooling that’s happening in her white lace panties. But it was so hard with Ethan’s fit body, knowing he’s sitting next to her stroking his massive dick, knowing he wanted her to stay, and the moans and actions from the two pornstars on the screen. This can’t be happening. She can’t get horny in front of her bestfriend. But that’s easier said than done when the mans lips finally latch onto the woman’s clit, swirling his tongue down to her entrance and back up, repeating the action over and over with labored breathing. She gulped hard, trying to keep herself in check.

The man proceeds to full on tongue fuck the girl, his tongue flicking inside her cunt over and over again, mouth fully resting on her. Jaw slack and sloshing against her folds.

She squeezes her legs together when she feels the warmth, thinking it was innocent enough that Ethan wouldn’t notice the small action. She hoped he was too focused on getting himself off to notice she was even there. She hoped.

“I see that yeknow,” Ethan comments casually, hand wrapped snug around his dick but not moving. Fuck. She was caught.

“See what...” her face is burning with embarrassment, hating this with everything she had in her. How does one get themselves in this kind of situation?

“I see you squeezing your thighs together, but I promise if you give up this little act and rub that pretty pussy of yours it’ll feel much better.”

He begins to move his hand up and down again, slowly stroking his aching cock in front of her, rubbing his thumb over the tip and jerking a little at how good it feels. He really can’t believe his own luck that she walked in right as he was just starting to think of her face he wishes he could fuck. There she came, stumbling in on him with those rosy cheeks and fidgeting fingers, so pretty.

But she’d never gotten herself off before, her posh mother always telling her it was shameful and taboo. So no matter how horny she got, she just wouldn’t let herself fix the situation. Of course she’d had sex before. Had it been great? No. Had it been what she’d expected? Nope. Was it only for the guys benefit and that’s it? Yep. It was the description of her sex life, her needs were tossed to the side and she was left hanging. She just figured that’s how things worked. That’s why she always excused herself when it came to sexual conversations with twins, she didn’t want to be awkward when they asked her questions and seem like she was an inexperienced snob.

But Ethan was making it seem so...normal, to touch yourself and like it. She was actually naïve enough to think that it wasn’t something everyone did? Fuck he wanted nothing more than the ram himself into that hot body sitting next to him. With that thought alone he grips himself harder to tug and tug and tug, throwing his head back some and looking at her through his eyelashes discretely.

She sees him watching her, but tries to keep her eyes on the TV, noticing how hard his breathing had become when he ran his fingers up and down his length repeatedly. She’s just staring at him jerking off now, eyes soft and curious. She’s immediately clenching around nothing, just wondering and daydreaming about what he would feel like up inside of her. His smirk grows when he eyes her watching his hand on himself, “like what you see mama?”

“No shut up,” she mumbles, shaking her head and looking away ashamed. She switches her attention back to the girl on the screen, moaning and writing against the bed at the mans touch. The man has now entered the girl, gripping her hips tightly. He’s ramming into her with an unbelievable force, face red and determined. Her mouth is in a large O shape, eyes squeezed shut, entire body jolting forward with every harsh thrust into her pussy. She couldn’t help but imagine Ethan doing the same to her, absolutely wrecking her with speed and uncontrollable moans and grunts. She couldn’t help but imagine his eyes looking at her like he hates her, but showing her much different. Shit she wanted it. Bad.

She nearly jumps off the dark grey couch when her legs are ripped apart and opened wide by none other than Ethan. He has stopped stroking himself completely to reach for her hand and place it right over the crotch of her pants, feeling how hot she was beneath and loving it.

“Fucking rub already Y/n,” his tone his dominant and frustrated, clearly done with watching her suffer in her own head right next to him and doing nothing to help relieve the built up pressure in her stomach. She stares at him, shocked and frozen. She wasn't expecting that at all, more shocked at the electric flare she felt in her entire body when he had her hand in his own. She’s never been this worked up over anyone in her entire life and she almost blanks on what to do.

“You are obviously sexually frustrated. I can feel it so fucking much and it’s driving me crazy so rub.” His stare is near cold, wanting to fix your situation himself but waiting for the right moment.

It’s in this moment that she gets a strange feeling to make him...proud? And prove to him she’s not a total inexperienced prude that’s useless. She wants to say something anything in return but he’s already looked away from her and continued to rub himself like nothing happened. It takes her about three seconds to obey his order and turn back to watch the screen and start to gently rub herself over her pants. This continues for a few moments, slowly increasing the pressure until it finally becomes too much and she starts to wiggle next to him, needing something more than a little touching over fabric.

With a shaky breath she makes a bold move and slips her hand inside her pants, beginning to rub herself over her underwear, the lace causing extra friction. She lets out a quiet whimper at her movements, slipping the underwear aside to rub against her clit in slow motions, finally deciding to dip a finger inside. But that’s where she gets stuck, finger just resting inside of her and not moving. She’s never done this before so how was she supposed to know? She hears a chuckle next to her and turns her head to the side to see her best friend gazing at her with dark eyes, “stuck kitten?” amused and not even bothering to hide it. This is the hottest shit he’s ever seen.

All of these pet names are driving her mad, slipping out so easily that she doesn't even question it. Kitten had really done her in, cheeks set ablaze while she mutters a soft “I don’t...” not even getting to finish her sentence when he lets out a sigh, yanking her onto his lap and tugging her pants and underwear off quickly. It was so fast she didn’t even have a chance to think or react to what he was doing, just resting against him with wide eyes and a hammering heart. She thinks about just getting up and walking out because she’s mortifyingly turned on and she knows he can feel it right now considering her soaked cunt is sitting right against his tattooed thigh. He smirks at the yelp she lets out when he places his warm palm right on her pussy, rubbing it up and down between her folds, agonizingly slow. His fingers are warm from being wrapped around himself for a good period of time, feeling like fire against her.

“Relax baby I promise it will feel good,” he whispers huskily in her ear, sucking her lobe for a second only to kiss at her neck a second after. Baby. Fuck she’s gonna die. She wants him to call her that always. She’d gladly be his baby.

“Keep those pretty eyes on the screen,” he urges, noticing with a rapid heartrate that she had been looking down at his hand that rubbed against her. He adds more pressure to her clit, circling it and pressing on it in figure eight motions to get her wiggling on him again. Feeling her sliding against his fingers is almost too much to handle.

“Look at how he’s pumping in and out of her,” his voice sends waves of electric arousal crashing through her all at once, “think of all of that pressure...all that pleasure.” His touch is gentle and his voice is quiet, speaking right into her ear, eyes latched onto the side of her face to notice her every expression, notice every quiver of her lip and eyeroll. Loved that it was all because of him.

She is overwhelmed, moaning and squirming on his lap. She could feel his dick pressed into her back and felt unholy at the thoughts that were racing through her head about the man she never thought she had a chance with. It’s all so mind boggling. Her eyes threaten to flutter shut, body falling back further to rest fully against his chest, but she keeps them open, keeps watching the man ram himself into the petite girl underneath him. She’s already come twice in the video and that alone has her walls clenching around nothing, seeing all of the pleasure and receiving pleasure all at once. And then she finally hears that beautiful moan from the beautiful man she secretly adores and it’s all because her legs are shaking and vibrating lightly from the fire threatening to rip through her.

“You are unreal mama,” he rasps when his dick twitches again the smooth skin of her back, “you have no idea how sexy this is...touching you like this,” he pauses to kiss her neck once more and suck a love bite into the skin, “while we watch these strangers fuck each other senseless...looks fun doesn’t it baby? Does that look fun?” He pinches her clit lightly, rolling it between his fingers for a moment and grinning at the response she gives him. For someone so seemingly shy and innocent she is more responsive than he thought. He feels high on her, getting everything he can get until he can’t stand it anymore. He almost cums untouched when he sees her answer his question with a nod.

When he pinches her clit again, her hand shoots down to rest against his own, sensitive and not expecting such a feeling just from him pinching her down there. With the previous boys there had never been any of this foreplay, but just using her as a hole and ditching her.

“My sensitive girl,” he hums with a proud smile, smacking her hand away and moving his fingers down to circle at your entrance, dipping a finger in and then shortly adding another, moaning, “fuck you’re dripping,” he breathes out. She grabs his hand once more when he curls his fingers in her up to that spot that has her seeing stars.

“That feels so good e,” she whines, finally becoming more vocal. It had him humming into her neck with a nod, he knows what he’s doing to her - but it’s still nice to hear from her. She has both hands down holding the top of his that fucks into her, adding that extra pressure herself. It gives her some sense of control and lets him know that she’s loving it and she wants him to keep going.

“Can you play with those beautiful tits for me baby?” never stopping his movements with his fingers, he just wants her to feel as good as she possibly can, plus wants to see her pleasing herself, “just play with your nipples...wanna see you play with yourself,” he continues, fully expecting her to shrink into him with heated cheeks. But she merely raises her shirt above her head and un clips her bra to squeeze and massage her breasts together, following his order and squeezing on her own nipples, rolling and pinching them. She lets out the loudest moan yet when he rubs over the side of her leg lovingly, still fingering her to the heavens. It was such a...soft touch that had her turning to look at him, noticing how close she was to his lips and if she really wanted to she could lean in to kiss him. She’s simply observing the way his eyes watch her, dark and beautiful just skimming over her glorious body like he adores her...which he does. He wishes she knew.

But then she decides to be bold, taking her hands away from her body to cup his scruffy cheeks, eyes flicking up to meet hers before she plants a kiss right upon his mouth. His breath hitches in his throat at the feeling he’s longed to feel for so long. Her hands are cradling his face, kissing him with a passionate force, sighing when he finally starts to kiss her back with the same urgency. Of course they are being intimate right now, but somehow this has a different meaning to both of them - they put all of their feelings and thoughts into this kiss, floating on clouds together.

“I’d like to fuck you like that,” he breathes when they break apart to catch their breath. His fingers dip into her faster and harder than before, trying to convince her. Little does he know she doesn’t need convincing, “you want that mama? Wanna feel me all up in your guts? Fuck I’d ruin this little pussy..” She’s watching the man on the screen plunge his dick into the woman aggressively, the moans echoing around the living room.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you, anything for you kitten,” and you can tell he means it, turning her head to plant another soft kiss on her lips.

“E-ethan do something - I need more” breath being knocked from her chest as the pleasure increased.

“What do you want?” he urges. When he doesn’t get any other answer other than a whiny “please” he rams his fingers into her harder than ever, making her cry out. “Fucking answer me Y/n or I’ll stop,” he threatens.

“Fuck me please e,” she moans out, grinding into his hand, hips swiveling against him.

“Beg for it,” he growls, just waiting for the word so he can flip her on her back to slam himself into her tight fuckhole, he just knows it’s worth the wait.

“Please Ethan fuck me please I promise I’ll be good please just wanna be good for you please!” Oh my God he wasn’t expecting that. He wasn’t expecting it to have such an effect on her, but she’s totally gone, euphoria fueling her.

That’s it. That’s all he needed to tug her off of his lap and slam her onto the couch, hovering over her, admiring the way her hair fans out like a halo...beautiful, breathtaking, ethereal, ravishing, lovely...fuck he’s really whipped. It’s like he’s seeing her in a new light, like he has refused to accept the feelings he’s always had and now that she’s here he wants to. It almost makes him panic that the way she’s grinning up at him right now is making his heart flip and flutter. But he merely takes a deep breath before leaning down and kissing her again slowly, nibbling on her bottom lip.

“You’re about to feel so fucking good baby,” he is so damn cocky and it makes her even more soaked if that’s possible. He rubs his reddened tip between her slick folds before entering the tip into her, even with just the tip in he can feel how tight she really is. He can tell it's been a while, and that makes it feel all the more special.

When he sinks further into her he leans down to rest his head against her chest, overwhelmed.

“Thought you were an angel, turns out you're a dirty little slut,” he whispers when he takes one of her nipples between his lips. On the word “slut” he bottoms out, balls deep inside of his babygirl. He promises that after this things will change between them, he has to make her his officially. But right in this moment his top priority is getting her to cum the hardest she ever has (judging by the fact she’s only cum once before it shouldn’t be too hard but he doesn’t know that).

Her fingertips push against the curve of his back, pulling him closer to her. She can feel him pulsing inside of her, so so deep. With every thrust, every push and pull her boobs are bouncing against his chest. He raises himself on one steady arm, muscles bulging, looking like fucking work of art above her while he continues to speed up, slamming into her over and over again, one hand squeezing her hip. She knows she’s probably going to be sore after this but she doesn't mind. It will just be a reminder of this amazing moment that she hopes will happen again.

“Faster yes yes yes just like that right there keep - fuuuuu” her voice is hoarse at this point, moaning loud and occasionally screaming out when he hits a spot so deep she thinks she might pass out. She can’t believe all of his length could actually fit inside of her. None of the men she’s ever been with have been this big. He has every right to have that cocky look he’s giving her.

“So pretty kitten gonna make me cum,” he groans while looking down to where he disappears inside her, plunging deeper and deeper. Her legs are shaking once more, warm ball growing in her tummy, threatening to explode at any moment if he keeps thrusting so hard and fast. He’s panting, red in the face, light blanket of sweat covering his sun-kissed skin.

“Wait wait I can’t- fuck it’s too - ohhhh” she’s threatening to let go, grinding her hips up to meet his thrusts, fucking herself up on him. Such a dirty girl in disguise.

He gritted his teeth, feeling it coming like a freight train.

“Cum for me e, come on give me that cum,” she whispers seductively in his ear, rubbing a manicured fingernail down the side of his neck, twirling a little piece of hair in the back. That did it for him.

He lets go at the same time she does, screaming her name and stilling in her to spill all that he has into her pussy, grinding slowly to milk himself dry, spurts of warm thick cum seeping out of him and into her cunt that just keeps quivering around him. Wave after wave of pleasure washes through them both, the unexpected situation making everything even more arousing. She’s so warm he almost doesn’t want to move. He likes the feeling of being buried inside of her. She obviously feels the same way by the look on her face because she is reaching up and tugging him down, hugging him while he peppers sweet tender kisses into her neck, nails scratching over his back. His chest rises and falls at a steady pace now, so tired after their previous actions that sleep threatens to take over.

He doesn’t think he’s every came that hard in his life, and he was happy about the fucked out look on Y/n’s face, and her limp body. He did his job well.

His beautiful hazel eyes are fluttering closed, eyelashes tickling her neck. He loves this feeling and never wants to let it go.

“Thank you,” she whispers to him shakily, legs entangled with his on the soft plush couch.

She knows they should move to the bedroom in case Grayson comes home, but she is so unbelievably comfortable right now and the feeling of him loving on her feels so good she can’t bring it in herself to force him to move his exhausted body across the house.

“For what sweetness?” he mumbles with a mumbled voice, making a dreamy smile appear on her face.

“For helping me...” she’s shy and he can tell, but he’s never letting her go after this. He will make it his personal goal to make her feel as beautiful as he knows and sees that she is. She feels like something has changed between them, something has finally been unlocked, like it was just a matter of time before they ended up together.

“Anything for my girl,” he assures her with another peck to her skin, meaning it with his entire person, “let’s get some sleep and maybe we can...take a shower yeah? If you don’t want to it’s okay I just think maybe the modesty thing between us is practically diminished but if you’re not comfo-” he blabbers on in his sleepy voice, anxiousness creeping in.

“That sounds great e, quit your blubbering and go to sleep,” she assures him, kissing the top of his head and receiving a chuckle in response. Her nails still scratch at his scalp, lazily trailing through his hair. She’s still not fully convinced it’s real, but prays when she wakes up he’s still going to be smushing her with his heavy ass body. She knows she won’t be sleeping in her own bed, she’s already addicted to the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

They don’t realize it in this moment, but this is the start of an incredible journey that they both deserve, and to think all it took was a little bit of timid touching.

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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(treat me nice) never let me go [branjie] 2/15 - pinkgrapefruit

chapter 2. first things first imma say all the words inside my head

previous chapter 1.

A/N - Hi! Welcome back to Pretty Woman branjie style - in chapter one we saw our leading ladies meet each other - who knows what they’ll get up to this time. Special thanks to Frey and Linda (Qtip) for always being my heros/betas/favourite people and Meggie for being my grammar hero Let me know what you think and Enjoy!

Vanessa is lying on the floor, eyes transfixed on the show on the screen, when Brooke’s phone goes off. She shoots the Canadian a glare, far too comfortable in the penthouse now to take anyone interrupting ‘The Office’, and to be honest, Brooke almost understands - almost. She’d put on the series to try and smooth over any tension from the bathroom incident and for the most part, it seems to be working, the Latina sprawled over the expensive rug, head propped up on her hands, and mini-bar snacks left forgotten as she laughs and awws at every movement on-screen. It’s Brookes favourite show and it makes her a little fluffy inside to know that Vanessa likes it too (not that anyone needs to know that, she is an ice queen, she cannot let that façade drop).

She has to pull her eyes away from the girl, as the man on the other end of the phone demand for her to read a case file that’s about sixty cases away from being important right now. She sighs, pulls herself into a more upright position and tries to mediate the call with snippets of information she’s sure any idiot could find if they read the file instead of asking her to do the work for them.

“You okay?” Vanessa mouths, a difficult feat as she tries to chew a chocolate strawberry. Brooke finds it endearing and she nods tiredly, rolling her eyes as the man on the other end of the line yells about business numbers in Japan - she knows exactly what he’s talking about, but finds more joy in being a little bit difficult.

“You?” she mouths back, an eyebrow raised at how at home Vanessa has made herself.

The girl smirks, “Carpet picnic,” she replies as if that answered the question. It didn’t.

The sigh of relief Brooke lets out when the call ends is audible, and it makes Vanessa giggle a little bit. She visibly relaxes into the armchair, lets the cushions absorb the leftover stress.

“You want a drink?” the brunette chuckles as she watches the other woman rake a hand through her hair, flipping the parting until the blonde strands cascade over her left shoulder.

“I’m high on life, can’t you tell?”

Vanessa’s laughing and, god, if it isn’t the sweetest damn noise Brooke has heard in a while. She moves chairs to be a little closer, a soft smile on her face, as she watches the girl. Vanessa must feel her eyes and mutes the audio, looking at her with a tilted head. Brooke makes the mistake of poking her tongue out, letting it wet her lips, because suddenly they’re dry as a bone.

The shorter girl pushes herself up from the carpet and crawls slowly towards the chair, holding onto the arms when the reaches it. She gently runs a hand up one of Brooke’s legs, the woman tensing at the feeling of cold hands on her warm flesh. She allows Vanessa to manoeuvre her, wonders where this is going, although she has a vague idea by the girl’s heavy-lidded eyes and quiet smile. The girl removes her skirt and bodysuit slowly, teasingly - allows Brooke to focus on every inch of skin for a second or two before another is unveiled. She’s good at her job, there’s no question about it. She’s wearing a matching red lace bra and panty set, and the way it hides a little too much, but still absolutely nothing starts to drive Brooke wild.

Vanessa leans forward, breath warm and heavy on Brooke’s neck as she unbuttons the silk work shirt that the Canadian is oh so fond of. She feels the lace of the bra grazing her lower abdomen as the girl pauses.

“What do you want?”

“What do you do?”

“Everything.” She smiles seductively, places a small kiss on Brooke’s left breast before moving, so her face is an inch away from Brooke’s. “But I don’t kiss on the mouth.”

Brooke smiles - confident, not cocky. “Neither do I.”

As Vanessa leaves a trail of hot, lip-gloss kisses down her torso, Brooke leans back on the chair, relaxing into the feeling. She is good at her job.

Brooke showers to wash off the feeling of dread that encompassed her the second she realised that she’d paid for sex. She’s not ashamed, she doesn’t have anything against sex workers, not at all, she just hates that she paid for something with someone she actually likes. Maybe. She’s trying not to think too hard about the girl asleep in her bed - knows that this is a hole she really can’t afford to dig herself into right now.

After being pummeled with scalding water for twenty minutes, she decides she’s clean of her various sins and wraps herself in a fluffy hotel towel, letting her long, wet hair fall down her back. She’s just checking her phones when she notices a mop of blonde hair on a lamp. Brooke smiles to herself, clocking what’s happened with a quiet laugh. She paces around the corner to the bed, and her heart grows in size when she sees the short girl, curled up topless, surrounded by a halo of dark chocolate hair. The blonde suited her, the angled bob giving her face a more chiselled look, but this - it looks right. She looks younger and more innocent - gone is any power she may have held in the thigh highs and the wig - this is the real Vanessa.

Brooke clambers into bed as smoothly as she can, trying not to disturb the sleeping woman beside her. She flips, so she’s not facing her, and tries to fall asleep (definitely ignoring the way the smell of girl’s coconut shampoo fills her with a heavenly feeling).

Brooke’s taking a call when Vanessa wakes up. The blonde is sat at the table, body covered in a black silk robe, and hair cascading down her back. She’s got a coffee in one hand, a phone in the other, and her half of the table is covered in books, files, and the remnants of salmon, avocado and egg on toast left unfinished on a plate in front of her.

“I’ll meet Shuga for dinner tonight, it’s fine,” she says, low and full of conviction.

“Brooke, I really don’t think it’s a good idea for you to meet her alone. It could go really wrong,” comes the voice down the line, he sounds vaguely worried, although anyone could tell that he’s not worried for Brooke.

The Canadian makes a humming noise, sips her coffee and pauses for a second, a mock consideration.

“Well, you know, there’s always a possibility things are gonna go wrong. That’s why I enjoy this so much.” She purses her lips and waits for a response, which doesn’t seem to be coming.

“Oh, by the way, Ru, about your car.”

“Oh, god. What?” She chuckles at the reaction she gets, can imagine Ru’s fear over his precious car.

“It corners like it’s on rails.”

Ru promises to make the dinner plans as soon as Brooke promises not to go alone - it’s a deal that will benefit them both and they both know it.

Brooke’s call finishes just as the shorter girl walks around the corner, and she watches as the Canadian visibly changes from ’work Brooke’ to ‘relaxed Brooke.’ She watches the way her shoulders loosen up and she clings to her coffee with a little less aggression.

The blonde looks up, smiles a warm, comforting smile and gestures for her to sit down.

“Brown?” she asks in reference to her hair, eyebrow raised comically.

Vanessa nods uncomfortably but is quickly put at ease by how soft the taller woman is acting. There’s something quietly powerful about this Brooke, and she feels privileged to be able to witness it.

Brooke once again gestures to the spread of food taking up the not-case-covered side of the table.

“Are you hungry? You must be. Why don’t you sit and have something to eat? I, uh, took the liberty of ordering everything on the menu. I didn’t know what you’d like.”

Brooke rambles uncontrollably and Vanessa finds it endearing as she sits down, grabbing a danish pastry. She takes a bite before emptying six sugar packets and a tub of creamer into the black coffee waiting for her. When she sips it, she looks up to see the taller woman with a slightly disgusted look and almost snorts into the drink.

“Oh, she’s a black coffee girl?” teases Vanessa and Brooke just laughs, feels the bitter taste on her tongue melt into something sweeter.

“So, did you sleep well last night then, Brooke Lynn?” the girl questions, mouth half-full of dough and eyes full of mirth.

She smiles, wipes a drop of coffee from the edge of her cup, before making a face indicative of a little sleep - not enough to feel rested.

“You don’t sleep, you don’t do drugs, you don’t drink, you hardly eat.” Vanessa reels off - still with a joking tone. “What do you do, Brooke? ‘Cause I still ain’t sure.”

Brooke swivels in her seat to face the girl, eyes a little harder than they were a second ago and coffee left on the table. “I’m a corporate lawyer,” she answers, an air of finality in her words. Vanessa tilts her head quizzically.

“Which means…”

“I help companies buy other companies, mergers, finances, stocks - that shit.”

Whatever cloud took over the Canadian, it appears to leave when a cocky grin spreads across the Latina’s face. “I was right!” she exclaims, bouncing a little in her seat, and Brooke is inclined to attribute it to the ridiculous amount of sugar she’s piled into the coffee.

“What kind of companies?” she asks after a short pause - choosing to pile more pastry into her mouth as Brooke sips on a protein shake the waiter brought in.

“Uh, I buy companies that are in financial difficulties.”

“If they have problems, you must get ‘em for a bargain, huh?”

Brooke didn’t expect her to be so interested - even her mother won’t listen to her talk about work at family dinners - speaking of, she should really call her. She adds it to her list of things to do, below ‘find this protein shake recipe’, but above ‘learn how to use twitter’. She almost feels bad, but she doesn’t.

“Well, the company I’m helping someone buy this week, I’m trying to get it for the bargain price of about one billion.”

Vanessa looks a little starstruck., “A billion dollars?” she asks, mouth opened in a mix of excitement and shock. She doesn’t quite understand how anything can be worth so much, never mind how the woman in front of her - looking awfully disarming at this point in time - could do that.

“Wow. You must be really smart, huh?”

Brooke chuckles in response, it’s warm and melodic, and reminds Vanessa of a Tampa beach. They both stand up, moving away from the table and Brooke walks into the bedroom. She half closes the door, and so Vanessa just waits outside - she doesn’t want to intrude.

“I only got through the eleventh grade,” she says, wistfully. “How far did you go in school?”

“All the way through, law school and everything.” It’s muffled, and then Brooke walks back out - wearing burgundy slacks, a crisp white button-down and a matching blazer. She has a tie dangling around her neck and curses lightly as she tries to fasten all the buttons.

“Your folks must be really proud, huh?” She watches as Brooke clamps up again, feels like she hit a nerve - knows she did. Brooke sighs and Vanessa moves on.

“So what do you do with the companies once you buy them?”

“I sell them.” She struggles with the tie and after redoing it twice, Vanessa beckons to her.

“Let me do it,” she requests, although they both know she’s not asking. “So you sell them,” she leads on, tries to distract herself from how close they are, how she can feel Brooke’s hot breath on the top of her head.

“Well, I - I don’t help sell the whole company; I break it up into pieces, and then sell that off - it’s worth more that way.”

“So it’s sort of like, um, stealing cars and selling ‘em for the parts, right?” She sticks her tongue out in concentration - remembers tying ties on her brothers back in Florida.

Brooke exhales a laugh, but it comes out a little more breathy than she would have liked. “Uhuh, but more legal,” she replies.

She pats the tie when it’s done, a strange look of adoration in her eyes. Brooke smiles - she wants to ask where Vanessa learned to do that - it’s fascinating to her how multifaceted this girl is.

“Mind if I take a swim in your tub before I go?” she asks, hopeful - and who’s Brooke to deny that?

“Stay in the shallow end,” she banters back before slipping on her heels and running to her now ringing phone. Ru’s on the other end and she curses herself for getting so caught up in, in - she catches herself before she can think of an end to that thought. She answers the phone.

“Hello? Look, Ru, I’m just running out the door.”

“I just wanted to let you know, Shuga is all set for tonight.” Brooke lets out a sigh of relief she didn’t know she was holding, but immediately regrets it.

“She’s bringing her protegee, the one she’s grooming to take over.”

“Ah, yes,” She knows who Ru is talking about - can’t tell if she’s happy or scared by the information. “Very intense young woman named Yvie. She plays polo.”

“Look, I gotta say this again. I don’t like you goin’ alone,” reminds Ru, the tone is a warning, but the sentiment is more concern. Brooke would be grateful if she really cared what he thought, if his words didn’t feel a little like paper cuts rather than constructive notes.

Brooke ponders this for a second, unsure of the path to take. She wants to tell him she’ll be fine on her own - because she would be, her mama didn’t raise someone who was scared of a woman who plays polo - but she understands that strategy dictates she take backup. You don’t bring a knife to a gunfight, and Yvie is a gun ready to go off.

In the midst of this, she hears a woman’s voice, softly (but very enthusiastically) singing. It’s coming from the bathroom, and whilst conceding to Ru over the phone, she moves to stand in the doorway. Vanessa is having the time of her life in the bath - eyes closed like she’s in a spa or on a beach somewhere - Brooke assumes she probably thinks she is. The song becomes more obvious as she reaches the chorus and begins to sing (if you can call that singing) Janelle Monae at the top of her lungs.

It’s like I’m powerful with a little bit of tender

An emotional, sexual bender

Brooke has to stop herself from bursting into laughter down the phone, as her boss witters on about procedures and other things that she’s memorised way before now. She’s too focused on the brunette in her bath to really give a damn.

“Who is that?” asks Ru down the line, and it takes Brooke a heck of a lot of restraint not to say anything incriminating.

“My waiter is singing,” she replies, hopes he can’t tell how she’s smiling.

That’s just the way you make me feel

“Look, Ru - I know a lot of nice girls,” she says, looking straight at Vanessa, who still hasn’t noticed she’s not alone.

“No, you don’t.”

She sighs, runs a hand through her hair that she’d left out of a restrictive bun today.

“You just concentrate on finding out what Cain is up to. I’m on my way.” She hangs up.

Moving back over towards the shorter girl, she taps on her shoulder (the one not submerged in enough bubbles to entertain an entire kindergarten).

“That’s just the way - “ Vanessa stops with a start, slowly removes the headphones from her ears and tries to regain any of the dignity she’s just lost. “Don’t you just love Monae,” she quips.

“More than life itself,” Brooke deadpans back, pulling over a chair, so she doesn’t have to kneel in the trousers she’s wearing.

“Don’t you knock?”

“Vanessa,” Brooke starts - calm and coolly confident. “I have a business proposition for you.”

The girl sits up in her bath, bubbles barely conserving her modesty, and Brooke feels like she’s invading some sort of privacy, even though the girl made her forget her own name with just her mouth last night.

“I’m going to be in town until Sunday, and I’d like you to spend the week with me.”

There is no wobble in her voice that suggests uncertainty, she is collected and knows what she’s doing - this is Lawyer Brooke, there is no doubt.

“Really?” The other girl squeals in excitement and the blonde laughs with her.

“Yes, I’d like to hire you as an employee, would you - would you consider spending the week with me?” She laughs again to try and hide some of the awkwardness she is feeling. “I will pay you to be at my beck and call.”

“Look, I’d love to be your ‘beck and call girl’.” Vanessa smirks as she teases. “But you’re a rich, good-lookin’ gal, I’m sure you could get a million girls free.”

“I want a professional,” she replies simply. “I don’t need any romantic hassles this week.”

“If you’re talkin’ 24 hours a day, it’s gonna cost you,” the brunette bites back (there’s no sharpness behind it).

“Oh, yes, of course!”

“All right, here we go.”

“Give me a ballpark figure. How much?” Brooke would pay anything - money isn’t an issue here, but she likes the dynamic they have going.

“Six full nights, days too. - Four thousand.”

The Canadian raises an eyebrow at her boldness, she’s impressed, but she’d rather not show it. “Three hundred times six is eighteen hundred.”

“Well, you want days too.”

“Two thousand,” she raises.

“Three thousand.” Brooke gives in there, they could continue all day, but there’s no real point.

“Done.”

“Holy shit!” Vanessa exclaims, smiling at her like she hung the stars in the sky - she lets out a loud whoop before sinking under the bubbles. The other woman just laughs.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #fluff #pretty woman #pinkgrapefruit #concrit welcome #submission #treat me nice

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itgetsbetter-ff · 5 years ago

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Chapter 5 ~ Stranger

I think we may be In a different book On a different page You said you are different But you're the same Stranger. Familiar time, familiar place Starting to feel the familiar shame Cause I know what you have come here for. You know my name, you know my face, But you don't know me? you must be crazy. Or I must be crazy. or is it maybe... I've been here times before and I've said yes, meaning no but oh... Alot of shit has changed. lot of shit has changed. Lot of lot of shit has changed.

~Jhene Aiko

Olivia

After the situation with Jeremiah and Aiden, Aiden moved out and hasn't spoken to J. J acts like he doesnt care but I know for a fact that he does, and that it's bothering him. Aiden is distant when I talk to him but i know that Marie and Maurice talk to him more than I do.

But I know what I need to do, because I've known where Avery was for all of these years. I know that sounds bad but it's not even that. I knew that Aiden would eventually want to know who his mother was, and I wasn't gonna keep her from him. I knew she was dating a drug dealer and her three other kids with him, it's not hard to find out what's going on in the streets when your name is Boudreaux.

I know that once I do this, Jeremiah and I will fight and I'm not looking forward to it, but I want Aiden to know where he comes from and no matter what, that I'm his mother and that he has me in his corner.

Getting out of the car, I grabbed my purse and strutted across the parking lot into her building. If I was the mistress of a big time drug dealer and I gave him children, I would force him to put me in a nicer apartment building instead of this slum ghetto shit she's in. But I'm in no position to judge her.

Knocking on the door, I stood there waiting for the door to open, however, complete silence. I furrowed my brow, this heffa don't have a job, so how is she not home.

I knock again, but this time, I hear moaning. Loud as hell moaning.

I rolled my eyes. I knew I needed to calm down before I get pissed. I already knew that I was going to regret this in some way.

This time, I started by banging on the door and I heard from inside the apartment:

“AVERY HURRY THE FUCK UP!!!” “WHAT!”

So much attitude, I pushed my hair behind my ear in time for her to open the door. I knew she was shocked, simply because she stood there staring at me.

"Olivia?" She choked out.

I looked at her attire, and I knew that this wasn't a good time, but time had run out for this situation.

"We need to talk." I spoke lowly

"Now isn't a good time." She hurried and said trying to close the door on me. I put my foot in between the door and my hand to stop it.

"It's about Aiden. You can talk to me now, or you can kiss what I have to say about him goodbye."

She immediately stopped once I mentioned him,

"Is he okay?" I could hear her voice breaking at the thought that he was in immediate danger, I slightly felt for her, but that went away just as quick as it came.

"Yes, we just need to talk Avery."

I saw that she was contemplating allowing me in the apartment but she froze when she heard a voice.

"I thought I told you to hurry the fuck up, who the fuck is at the door?" He said

She didn't respond as quick as he wanted I guess and he swung the door open, looking at me.

"Who the fuck are you?" He spoke menacingly, Avery stayed silent and stood behind him.

"I'm here to talk to Avery, we have a mutual family member." I was totally unfazed. Men like him didn't scare me, especially the way I grew up.

"Too bad, you can't talk to her."

I sighed, "Look, I need to speak with Avery now."

"Like I said bitch, You can't talk to her. Now get off my doorstep before I hurt you." He cut his eyes at me.

Avery gasped, "King, leave her a-"

She immediately shut up once he turned around to look at her.

"Look, I don't care who you are or what family member that you have in common with my girl. All I know is you need to leave now, before I find you and your family and kill them."

I was getting pissed. Like sir, you really don't want no beef with me, but since you do. Let's go.

"I guess you use this line a lot huh? You don't scare me. I want you to find out who I am, an think about how you come at me the next time, alright Caleb Taylor?"

He was shocked that I knew his name because his whole mouth dropped. Exactly.

"Avery, you know where to find me." I told her and I walked away. I knew within a few hours she would pop up at my office.

~~~~~~~~~

"Um, Mrs. Lavigne, someone is asking to speak with you?" My Assistant Carrie told me.

"Tell whomever it is, that I'm busy" I spoke back. I had at least 15 cases to review before I left today, and I was supposed to leave 45 minutes ago.

"She said it's about your son, Aiden?"

"Send her in."

As soon as I hung up the phone, Avery walked in, with her son and daughter walking in behind her.

"Can I sit?" She asked

I nodded, and she sat in front of my desk and spoke to her kids:

"Please don't touch anything, we can't afford it anyways."

She looked around my office and I looked at her kids, the boy didn't look over 10 years old and I could tell the daughter was about 2 or 3. The little boy looked like Aiden did when he was that age, and it made me smile.

"So, what's the matter with Aiden?' She spoke softly, the Avery I knew was never this quiet or calm. I knew she was still on drugs, but at the same time, she was bold back then, what happened?

"Nothing is wrong with him. He and Jeremiah got into a fight, Aiden wants to meet you."

She looked up at me, and her face brightened with the possibility of seeing Aiden again. But as soon as it came, it fell.

She immediately started shaking her head, "He can't meet me like this, I just- No I don't want to meet him."

I reached out across my desk and handed her a picture of Aiden and Maurice together.

"On the left is Aiden and the right is Maurice. They've been best friends since literally forever. Everyone forgets that Marie is twins with Reese. They all think that Aiden and Reese are twins. He still has the allergy to peanuts, hates avocados, loves his family, and that includes you, Avery. Don't shut him out without meeting him. You haven't seen him in years."

"The last time I saw him, I almost killed him. You were right to take him away from me."

I sighed, "Look, Jeremiah doesn't want you to be near him at all. I'm going against my husband so that my child can know his mother. He wants to know you, and I'm sure he'd love to meet your children. Please reconsider."

She stayed silent for awhile and just stared at my picture of the boys.

"Fine, I'll agree to meeting him. But you and Jeremiah need to be there."

Two steps forward, get knocked down one million steps back.

Fuck.

Kamani

I love having a sister, but I hate having her as a roommate. This bitch is the sloppiest bitch of my entire life!! We’re juniors in college at the University of San Diego, living off-campus, and all I know, is that if Mommy and Daddy walk in here. Daddy is going to stop paying the rent!

“Kamari Alessandri Boudreaux! if you don’t clean this shit now! You know Momma and Daddy are coming today!” I nagged.

This heffa comes out her damn room, scratches her bald ass head and proceeds to say

“Oh shiiiiiit. That’s today?” She laughs

“AND YOURE HIGH!!!”

“Mani shut up before you blow my high and blow a gasket.” She chuckled.

“Nigga. You know damn well-“

I was cut off because that was our mother ringing the doorbell. Mari’s eyes bugged out of her head and she tried to get up everything as soon as she could.

“See, I told your dumbass.” I chuckled and watched her scramble to clean up her shit.

I went to the door, expecting my parents, but it was only mom and our little brother.

“Mani!!!” He yelled and Jumped into my arms

“Hi Zacky! I missed you.”

“I missed you too! Where’s Mari?” He asked, coming out of our hug

“Somewhere in her room I guess,” I shrugged and let them both in.

While Zack went to find Mari, I turned towards mom.

“Where’s Dad?”

She rolled her eyes, “We got into a fight, he and Callie had a ‘Prior engagement’ and couldn’t make it up here. He said he was going to call you all.”

I shook my head, “I didn’t receive a call from him. How do you feel about all of this?”

She shrugged her shoulders and sat on our couch“I don’t feel any way. Your father and I have been divorced for a long time now, and he’s been with Callie. So, if he wants to chose his girlfriend over his children, that’s his fault.”

“But did he have to basically wife up his mistress?” I asked

She shrugged again, “I don’t have a problem with that.”

I rolled my eyes, because I knew my mom was pissed, she hasn’t really dated anyone since dad and let’s be real, we all know they still fuck on the regualr. I just don’t understand why they don’t get back together. It would make our life so much simpler.

“Hi Mommy.” Mari finally carried her bald ass out here, and Zack was behind her chuckling.

Mom just rolled her eyes, seeing right through her bullshit. “Kamari, don’t hi mommy me, your ass is lifted”

Zack and I just cackled. It was hilarious.

~~~~~~~

After being in with Mom and our bro all day, we all decided to chill out at Mari’s and I’s house. We loved having family time and even more so, watching movies together.

I was making popcorn, and Mom was talking to Mari, while Zack was on his phone, when my phone started to vibrate. I looked at my watch seeing a FaceTime between Kahliea and I.

What the fuck, I thought. Something must be wrong or someone has died cause Lea barely calls me.

I answered the phone, “Lea, what’s wrong?”

She sighed, “I’m here with Marie and Domi.”

All my cousins together? Who died!

“Is my dad okay?” I got scared,

“He’s fine.” She chuckled, kinda darkly.

“So what’s up, what’s the matter?”

“You been on social media?” Dominique asked me

I shook my head, “Been with the fam all day.”

Before they could even finish, I heard Zack yell, “You’ve got to be fuckin kidding me!!!!”

I guess that caught my mom’s and sister’s attention, I came out the kitchen, looking at him crazy.

He knew not to cuss, mom doesn’t do that.

“Xavier Valentine Zackary Boudreaux III, I did not raise you to speak like this, now what’s going on?” Mom questioned.

“DAD’S ENGAGED!” He yelled out showing us the phone, Callie had posted a video on instagram today, and basically saying Dad proposed.

“Is this what y’all wanted to tell me?” I said looking down at my phone.

“Yeah.” Ree mumbled.

“I’ll call y’all back.” I didn’t even wait for an answer, I just hung up.

Mari was looking at Zack’s phone, he was pacing, and mom just stared off into space. I came over to Mari and read the post.

@Callie_California: Today, starts the rest of our lives together. My handsome husbae took me to my favorite beach in St. Lucia, and he proposed to me. I couldn’t be more excited, and not only are we getting married. Expect our twosome to become a threesome. Mommy and Daddy, established in 6 months!

Not only did he get engaged, he got her pregnant.

Now I’m pissed.

Dominic

Sitting down, I thought about the way that my life turned out to be.

I married the woman of my dreams, and I’m so glad that she is still with me after all of these years. Yes, my children cause me stress but, I love them all deeply. Angelique, Mason, Dominique, Madison, Major and Micah. Are all of my babies, and I wouldn’t trade them in for anyone else.

Which is why I am here. I love Angel and I love Dominique, but they don’t get along and they never have, I’m honestly sick of it. I need them to understand that at the end of the day, we only have each other.

“Hi Daddy.” Angel mumbled and sat down at the restaurant table.

I smiled at her, she had black hair, which I always loved, it reminded me of her mother when we were younger.

“What’s up? Why’d you call me here.” She quizzed

“I wanted a neutral place to talk, and the house is too busy nowadays.”

She nodded, “Okay, so what’s up?”

I sighed, I knew that my child had a short fuse, so I knew to tread lightly.

“Angel, I want to talk about your relationship with Dominique.”

She smacked her lips and rolled her eyes, “Daddy, Ion wanna talk about that shit.” She said, picking up her phone, now ignoring me.

“Marie, I’m not playing with you, listen to me.” I spoke sternly, she knew I was serious, so she placed her phone down.

“Now, look, I know you don’t fuck with her because of what you think happened back then with your mother, Katie and I, But at the end of the day Angel, you were a child and didn’t understand anything back then and regardless of what happened, she’s here, she’s your sister and you need to treat her as such.”

“No. I don’t.” She pursed her lips and folded her arms

“Look,-“ She cut me off.

“Daddy, no disrespect, but Andrea and I will never have a relationship. I don’t like her, I don’t like her mother. We should just move on, because no matter how many talks we have, nothing will change.”

I chuckled, “Okay Xavier.”

She looked at me confused, yet unbothered.

“You act like your mother’s father. He was a mean stubborn asshole.”

Scoffing, “Thanks Dad.”

“Look, I wish I had the chance to have a relationship with my siblings.” I told her

“You never got to meet them?”

My kids knew what happened to my dad and the story with my mom and I. I don’t even know how many siblings I have, all I know is that it is a lot of us. My father had multiple baby mommas.

I shook my head, “No, I believe I’m the youngest, and I’m in my 40s so, I know there’s some at least in like their 50s to 60s. Two of my older brothers died, and I never got to meet them. It’s a struggle Angel. Nique is really down and she needs all of us to be there for her.”

“Why do I have to-“

“She’s you sister. You took her to Planned parenthood. You have some protectiveness over her.”

“I dont like her, but I’m not that coldhearted Daddy.”

I smiled, “I know, so please reach out to her, have a conversation, her and her boyfriend broke up.”

“What a time to break up, when you’re stuck to each other for life by a baby.”

I shook my head, “Unfortunately, she told him that he may not be the father. I didn’t know my daughter was so promiscuous.”

All Angel could do was laugh, I looked at her,

“Angelique, it’s not funny.”

She shrugged, “I’ll talk to her daddy. But no promises on liking her.”

I smiled because I got my way, “That’s all I’m asking babygirl. Now-“ I picked up the menu and started to look at it, “Let’s hurry up and order, your mom is gonna be pissed that I had lunch at her favorite restaurant without her and I know you’re about to rack up a huge ass bill.”

She smiled devilishly, “You already know Daddy, been eyeing that Lobster tail.” She laughed.

Maurice

Smacking my lips, I ignored another one of her phone calls. This shit was annoying the hell out of me.

Aiden and Mason laughed and thought the shit was funny. It wasn't. I'm just trying to enjoy playing 2K with my brother and cousin and chill. I've been going through way too much for me to be this calm. Just as soon as I was starting to relax again, here she go, calling my damn phone.

"Nigga, just pick up the freaking phone. I'm tired of hearing the damn phone ring." Mason grumbled out, and Aiden clapped in agreement.

I rolled my eyes, and answered.

"What the fuck do you want Jada?" I asked.

"Damn, is that anyway to talk to your sister?" I heard Ree's voice.

My face scrunched up and I looked at my phone only to see Ree's face on my screen. Shit.

"Shit, my bad Ree, I thought you were Jada." I apologized

"Mhm. Still no way to answer the phone."

"Marie Angele, what do you want?"

"Nothing, Mommy wanted me to call to see if you had talked to Aye." She mumbled.

"Yeah, I'm sitting with him right now." I said looking at my little brother. I chuckled at all the times I tease him about being younger and he gets a whole attitude.

"Well tell him that he should come home, like the house, cause him and daddy gotta talk. Mommy got in touch with his birth mother."

Hearing this news made me sit up from the couch, 'Word?"

"Yup. You know Daddy pissed." Ree mumbled again.

I guess since I stopped playing the game, Aiden and Mason noticed, and both had concerned looks on their faces.

"What's going on?" Mason asked

"Nun, everything okay." I whispered to them so that I could still hear Ree.

"Anyways, I got to go Reese. I got class." She told me

"Yeah, Yeah, bye big head. Don't talk to no boys."

I could hear her rolls her eyes. "Whatever nigga, you not my daddy."

"We could bring him into this as well." I smirked.

"Goodbye Maurice Andre." and she hung up the phone.

"What was that all about?" Aiden asked.

I cleared my throat, thinking about how I was going to put this.

"Ree and Mom wanted to you to talk to Pops."

He scrunched up his face, "Why would I talk to him, when he was wrong in that shit?"

I sighed, "Look, you need to talk to Pops. Period, at the end of the day, he still our dad,"

"Again, why would I talk to him, he doesn't want me to find my mom and without his help, I don't know anything about her. So until he's read to have that conversation, I'm not saying shit." He started to get defensive, and that's worse than anything.

"Look, just talk to your dad. It may turn out different than what you think." Mason called out from the kitchen.

"Nigga, if it were you, would you talk to your dad about this shit?" Aiden accused.

"Aiden." I sighed.

"No, fuck that. Don't Aiden me! Why do I need to talk to dad so fuckin bad!!" He got up and started pacing. That's one thing that he got from our dad, his fuckin temper.

"Because," I sighed

"NIGGA WHAT!!"

"MOM GOT IN TOUCH WITH YOUR BIRTH MOM!"

When I said that Aiden just stared at me, and Mason came out the kitchen with a bitten sandwhich in his hand and his mouth full of food.

"Holy Shit." Mason said.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After that whole debacle at the penthouse, I went to my own apartment. I needed to chill and relax. My family was an entire mess and I didn't have the mental capacity to handle them.

It was raining and I honestly used to love the rain., but now all it did was made me sad.

I was sitting in the dark, and all I wanted to do was go to sleep, butI couldn’t. My brain wouldn’t shut the hell off and neither would my damn phone. Getting pissed that it was Jada, calling me for the 100th time today. I chucked my phone across the room and it finally turned off.

For only, 5 minutes later, my front door started to get pounded on.

“Nigga, what the fuck!” I threw the covers off of me and went to open the front door.

“NIGGA GIVE ME A DAMN MINUTE!!!”

I swung open the door, and there stood the love of my life, fully 9 months pregnant.

I sighed, “Did you not understand, that by me not answering your phone calls, that I don’t want to talk to you?” I spat at her.

“Reese, I know you’re mad but we need to talk.” She pleaded.

“First of all, I’m not ‘Reese’ to you anymore. So don’t call me that. And we don’t need to fucking talk. You did enough of that 7 months ago.”

7 months ago, my whole world changed. Jada and I have been together since we were 13 years old. I loved this girl, with everything in me. The night she told me that she was pregnant, I proposed to her. I had planned on doing that with or without the baby. She accepted, but forgot to mention that I wasn’t the father of her child.

I was so excited, had gotten pregnant before, but we were too young and both decided to have an abortion, and we never really spoke about it. But this was our baby and our chance to be a family. We were engaged for 3 months, and she never said a word. I bought baby clothes, set up a nursery, had names picked out and told my entire family. Only to get embarrassed.

She won’t tell me who the father is, but she did tell me it was a one night stand because we had broken up two weeks before, and got back together right after that. She wanted me to forgive her, but I don’t see how I could.

“Maurice, I’m sorry.” She started to cry, and it hurt me to see her cry, but I couldn’t show weakness.

I shifted my weight on my other leg, and slightly prayed I wouldn’t regret this.

“You’re here now, what do you want?”

At first, she wouldn’t look at me, “I wanted you to know, that the father doesn’t want anything to do with this baby. And that um-“

She cleared her throat, continuing. “I am giving the baby up for adoption, I found a nice family for him, I just want my old life back, I want you back. I love you.”

I stared at her, was she giving up her child because I broke up with her?

“You are giving up your child because I don’t want to be with you?”

She didn’t say anything, and that confirmed my answer.

“Jada, don’t do that because of me. Do that because you want to or actually need to. Don’t come to my door, saying you want me back and will give up your child, what kind of bullshit is that. Grow the hell up, stop playing with people’s feelings and do what you gotta do.”

She tried to answer back, but I shut the door in her face and walked back to my room.

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Beauty and the Panther (II)

“Just get a good night’s sleep, dear. We will see you tomorrow for breakfast.” Nyla nodded and said, “good night, everyone” as she walked up to the doors, turned and said “good night, King T’Challa” before shutting the doors. Even though the meeting went on and Nyla was long gone to her place, T’Challa sat on his throne, still thinking about her. She was all he can think about.

In this chapter, we get a little of Nyla interacting with the King himself. There are no warnings but be aware. Things get a bit peculiar towards the end.

It was the following morning when Nyla lied in the plush black, silk covers. Her nude body was being graced by the cold air as her little alarm woke her up, cuddling her; her eyes opened up to see his grey eyes. “Good morning, Power. I’m guessing you are hungry.” He meowed as she climbed out of bed and to the bathroom. She looked through a box with her “day out clothes” and slipped on a pair of jeans with a white tank and leather jacket. She fed Power before putting on her size eight Converse sneakers; Okoye was outside her door waiting. “Good morning, Captain Miller.”

“Good morning, General Okoye”; they began making their way to the dining hall. “How was your sleep,” Okoye asked as the walked through the warriors. “I slept fine. Wakanda is way more different than the big city.” Okoye placed her hands behind her back as they still walked. “And how is that?”

“Don’t worry. It’s not a bad thing. Just not used to a quiet environment. I usually have trouble with sleepin’ because it is so loud back home. Gonna need some getting used to.” Okoye nodded and said “ehhh, I see. Must be hard when you have to save the Big Apple.” They laughed as they entered the classy dining area. There was a complete spread of a breakfast fit for the king and his company. The dining table was a complete, round shape with the others surrounding it.

“Ah, good morning Ms. Miller,” Queen Mother said with a warm smile. Her head wrap was off and her grey locs hung to the middle of her back. Shuri asked “captain, did you enjoy your place so far? I decorated according.” to to your file.” Nyla nodded as she said “yes, Princess Shuri. Thank you. Very warm and cozy.” She looked around the room and noticed the king and a bigger man with amber hair and broad shoulders in fur chatting by the window. “Good morning, King T’Challa.” He smiled her way and nodded. N’Jadaka strolled in with his long dreads braided back, gold-rimmed glasses in a long sleeve cashmere sweater, slacks and dress shoes; all-black. “Good morning, Captain.” Nyla turned to see him and she held out her hand to be shaken; N’Jadaka accepted. “So, Prince-”

He interrupted and said, “please call me, N’Jadaka.” She nodded. N’Jadaka, I heard you were a Navy Seal from Okoye. How was that?” He chuckled as they began walking to the table, he pulled out her chair and they sat. “Well, training was a pain in the ass, had to kill innocent people, depressed to be damned and straight up anger issues. But, when I found my lady”, he stopped and smiled. “I swear she made everything better. She was the sunshine I need in a while. She is back home in Cali though.” Nyla grinned and asked, “must be nice, huh?” He nodded and chuckled. “Yeah, it is.” Queen Mother sat beside Shuri and said to Nyla “I hope you don’t mind our breakfast here. We will walk you through everything. Sort of like a tasting for you.”

Nyla said “sounds great. Doesn’t hurt to try anything new. I like trying new things.” The others sat with T’Challa sitting across from her. “I hope you don’t mind but I thought I wouldn’t have enough time to find a thicker shirt.” Shuri nodded. “It is fine, captain. Brother and I will take you shopping today so that you will be more comfortable here.” Nyla smiled small with a brow rose. “Thank you that means a lot.” She bowed her head to T’Challa and he smiled. Queen saw the first tray of food and announced “the first dish is ‘Baked Plantain Frittata’. This is baked plantain with canola oil, onion, scotch bonnet pepper, green bell pepper, tomatoes, garlic, paprika, fresh thyme, plantains, salt and ground pepper, eggs, avocado, and sausage.”

N’Jadaka passed her the small portion on her plate as the others made theirs as well. She grabbed the fork to take a small piece and can taste the different spices and flavors. “Hm, the plantain adds sweetness while the seasonings add a kick of spice. It’s really good.” T’ Challa watched her as she slipped her sweater off. Her eyes were on the next dish coming. N’Jadaka followed her eyes and said “this is my favorite. It is called ‘vetkoek’. My pops made when I was younger a lot. There is a lot of stuff in them bad boys. Cake flour, salt, sugar, yeast. Then separate shi- I mean stuff: Minced meat, canola oil, onion, ground ginger, garlic, curry powder, tomatoes, paprika, potatoes, peas, carrots, white pepper, cayenne pepper, parsley or cilantro, salt. If you got a thing for Jamaican then you gonna love these.”

As everyone grabbed theirs, Nyla reached over the table to do the same showing just a small amount of cleavage. Getting the eyes of the king and his friend. The other man peeked a little, tilting his head but T’Challa noticed and asked “Miss Miller, do you need assistance?” Her hazel orbs looked at him and said: “if you don’t mind.” He reached over and pushed the platter closer to her. She finally reached it with a slight bite of her lip and sat back down taking a bite. T’Challa looked over at his pal and leaned forward whispering something. The Prince looked over at the men and noticed the vein in T’Challa’s forehead and the swallow of his actual friend going down his throat; M’Baku, Lord of the Jabari Tribe.

[Wassiye by Habib Koite plays softly in the back ground]

Nyla sipped her water after many dishes later. “That was a lot of food. I can only imagine how dinner would be.” Everyone laughs as T’Challa chuckled behind his cloth napkin. “Looks as if the shops are now opening. We better get going before it gets too crowded.” Okoye clapped her hands for the Dora Milaje and T’Challa stood with Shuri and Nyla looked to them and follow. N’Jadaka went around the table to kiss Queen Mother on her head as he walked with the group on to the elevator. N’Jadaka looked at his cousin whose eyes were on the Captain. N’Jadaka scoffed and Nyla looked up at him. “So, what is California like? I have never been to.” N’Jadaka smiled. “We can talk about that tonight, tiny one.” They laughed and the doors opened to Shuri’s lab where he got off. “Alright, New York. Aight, fam.” Nyla smiled. “See ya, Cali.” Shuri yelled out to her older cousin “do not break anything, dim wit.”

The three of them walked through the pathway with the Dora Milaje behind them and a few inches in front. “Do you usually walk with the Milaje all the time,” Nyla asked T’Challa. “He smirked with his hands behind his back. “They go everywhere I go when I am out. It’s like a president thing.” Nyla nodded and looked up to him; he looked ahead. She observed his tightly curled hair, wide shoulders and full lips. He was a handsome man, a handsome king. “King T’Challa, what are your plans for the WPS Program? I will be looking for new recruits starting Friday morning.” He still looked ahead. “Miss Miller, I want you to do your best at serving, for myself and this country. We like to keep our people safe and I need to know if you can handle everything I give you, mentally and physically.” He looked at her then back ahead. “You have experience in combat so I want to see how much pain you can take when the time comes. I need a captain who can stand a chance under me.”

Nyla nodded letting everything sink in. She looked off to the side to see a bouquet of large orchids, lavender, and white. She looked at the elderly woman. “Ezi zihle. Ngamana ndibavumba? (These are beautiful. May I smell them?)” The woman nodded with a smile and stood to the side so she can smell them. “ Bangakanani, maam? (How much are they, ma'am?)” The woman looked at her then the royal family and back at her. “Umfazi omhle onjengawe, akhululekile. Njengesipho esamkelekileyo. (A beautiful woman like you, they are free. As a welcome gift.)” She handed Nyla the flowers, she thanked her and made her way back the royal ones. “Wow, those are very beautiful, Nyla” she commented.

“Orchids are my favorite flowers. Ever since I was little” she said and T’Challa added, “they are lovely.” Shuri looked over at her brother who was eyes were at Nyla. She cleared her throat catching Nyla’s eyes. “I hope you don’t mind, Captain but I scheduled an appointment with the best hair braider in all of African. She has done mine and Queen Mother’s hair. You have a wash, blow out and twist extensions. Should take about two and a half hour.”

“Shuri, that is very sweet. I appreciate”, she hugged her tight as the king felt left out. “Don't mention it. We have to make sure you look great here. We will be the look and the face of the Wakanda Protective Service Program.” They all finally arrived at the shop where Shuri led the way and T’Challa sat by the mirror. The stylist got started as he watched. The curve her lip as she watched the woman do her hair made his heart flutter. He hadn’t felt this way since his first love. The way she carried herself was the same as the first. Once they were done, they made their way on the shopping adventure and eventually arrived in the dress shop. Nyla stood in front of one mannequin with an amazing dress on. Royal blue silk, patches of kente cloth in the breast area, sweetheart neckline with subtle sleeves and in a mermaid silhouette.

T’Challa stood behind Nyla’s shoulder as her hands felt the fabric. “I see you have good taste in formalwear. It’ll like nice on you, Miss.” Nyla’s look up to him and back. “Maybe. Would it go with the theme?” The King chuckled and stood right behind her closer to the point his chest was only a couple inches away from her back. “Miss Miller, as long as you look apart, I promise you will be fine. You are one of us now. You are already fluent in our language. You might as well have a Wakandian in you.” Shuri stood in the mirror across the way looking at herself in the mirror when she noticed T’Challa inching closer to Nyla. She walked over and locked arms with Nyla.

“Did you find one already?” she asked and Nyla smiled her way. “Yeah, I like it. But I’m not sure if it’ll fit.” Shuri kissed her teeth, waving down the shopkeep. “Nyla, you will look great.” Shuri turned to T’Challa. “Brother, go ahead and see what else you can find for our new Captain to wear on a day to day basis”, Shuri said as she and Nyla walked, arm and arm, to the shopkeep leaving T’Challa and half of the Dora Milaje out to the other shops.

Two Hours Later

They arrived back to the palace in front of Nyla’s door. Shuri placed her hand on Nyla’s shoulder. “Everything starts in an hour. Ayo will come up to escort you down. See you there and welcome home to Wakanda.” She patted her shoulder, holding her garment bag and was about to walk away when she noticed T’Challa talking to her. “Nyla Miller, thank you for taking the offer to help me protect with Wakanda. I am eternally grateful.” He held out his and she shook it slowly. “It will be an honor to work with you, my King.” She did the Wakandian salute and so did he, with a smile; he walked away with Dora Miljae and she walked in to get ready.

After her well-deserved shower, she did a subtle makeup look (gloss and mascara with full face) and placed Wakandian Shea Butter all over her nude, caramel skin. She looked over her perfume collecting on the shelf in her bathroom. She chose one with the scent of Jasmine blossoms and oak. She sprayed some in the air and slowly walked through the cloud. She slipped on a pair of navy blue lace panties and slid on her new gown. She turned to open the box of jewels Shuri gifted her for the night’s occasion. She stepped into her black five-inch stilettos, looking into her full-length mirror. She slid the straps of the dress down so the lied in the middle of her biceps. She wore a gold necklace with the shape of Wakanda, matching earrings with a gold cuff on her left wrist. Nyla made her hair fall on her left shoulder and as she looked back at sleeping Power, she smiled. She made sure she had everything before she left with Ayo who wore a mid-length black tribal print dress.

[Wassiye by Habib Koite plays louder]

The ballroom had golden walls around the enormous area, marble floor, and a staircase where all of the royal families walked down of. The event had started with hundreds of visitors danced and enjoyed themselves; the Royal Family sat at their table, watching and sipping wine. N’Jadaka wore a burgundy suit with simple tribal print on his collar, gold pinky ring, and his gold fangs. His braids were braided back and beard was trimmed. Queen Mother wore a pine green gown that glittered with a matching headpiece. Shuri wore her gown and she chose with her hair down. M’Baku wore a tan linen suit while T’Challa wore a navy blue suit with a red handkerchief and black dress shoes.

“I’m glad to see that our whole country has made it. Thank you, M’Baku for inviting the Jabari Tribe.” He raised his glass to the queen and added: “Thank you for letting us join.” N’Jadaka sipped from his glass when he looked to his left; standing. M’Baku looked his way and did the same. The others follow with the king by himself. When he finally looked at what they were, he stood astonished and speechless. Nyla was side by side talking to Ayo as they walked down the steps. His mouth began to dry as he still had eyes on her once she got closer. N’Jadaka said “aight, New York. I see you.”

“Young lady, you look absolutely beautiful,” Queen Mother said with a smile making Nyla blush. “Thank you, my Queen. There is a ton of people here.” Shuri nodded with agreement. “True but they are all here to welcome you, Nyla.” Nyla smiled as she looked around the table and saw M’Baku. “Hi, I don’t think we got to meet yet. I am Nyla Miller, the new captain of the WPS.” M’Baku held out his hand, shaking hers with a gap tooth smile. “Ah, yes. You were at breakfast this morning. I am M’Baku, Lord of the Jabari Tribe. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Miller.” They let their hands go as she corrected. “No Mrs. Just Miss.”

“Not tied to anyone yet. Why is that?”

Nyla shrugged her shoulders. Honestly, she never thought of it. “I was too busy with my work that I never was interested in anyone. Never liked mixing business with pleasure.” N’Jadaka placed a piece of bread in his mouth saying “well, pleasure is business and vice versa to me.” Shuri smacked his forehead and he threw a piece of bread at her. T’Challa watched as they talked and cleared his throat. “Nyla, dinner will arrive soon. We saved you a seat between mother and I.” She smiled at M’Baku and made her way as the King held her seat open; he slid her under like a gentleman.

The group was now all seated and T’Challa watched as the Queen poured Nyla a glass of red wine. “So, Nyla. How do you like Wakanda so far” Mother asked. Nyla finished her sip and answered. “It is really beautiful. Before I came down, I watched the sunset. It was amazing. My mother always said that the sunset was always more beautiful outside our city.” Shuri leaned forward and said “she must be amazing. I bet you two look alike.” Nyla looked down her glass with saddened eyes. “She was. So was my father.” The table grew quiet until Shuri apologized. “It is fine. It happened so long ago”, Nyla sipped from her glass looking around. T’Challa leaned and whispered in her ear. “If you need anyone to talk to, I am only a few doors down from yours.” She nodded and thanked him.

[Eeye Bé [elephant Song] by Baka Beyond plays]

They soon had dinner and of course, West African Beef, Plaintain, and Okra stew was Nyla’s favorite. The group watched as the crowd all while Nyla let the beat of the music moved her shoulders; N’Jadaka. “Uh oh, I see New York movin’ them little shoulders over there.” Everyone looked at her as the Queen stated that she can go if she wanted to do. Nyla smiled and slid out her seat so she can dance with the crowd. She stepped side to side while moving her hips. T’Challa watched from his seat with his chin resting his left hand, legs slightly parted. N’Jadaka and M’Baku looked over at him and the Prince stood, undoing his coat. “I see she the fun one.” He walked over to her and stood a couple inches in front of her stepping side to side and spinning her in a circle.

“Mother, want to dance”; Mother nodded and Shuri took her. M’Baku looked at Okoye and they both shrugged making their way to the dance floor. T’Challa only watched her, only watched Nyla. The way her hips moved, he was stunned. Mesmerized. He soon approached Nyla and held his hand out so she can dance with him. Both of her hands were on his shoulders while his were on her hips.

THREE HOURS LATER

Nyla was on her way back to her room with T’Challa. “Then that’s when I found Power by himself, in an alley.” T’Challa walked beside her with hands in pockets. “So, he is a rescue.” She nodded pulling her key out. “Sure is. Well, this is me. Thank you for walking me to my room. You did-” He interrupted. “It is fine. Like I said I am five doors down. Well, sleep in tomorrow because the day after, we have training. Specials ops and what not. Fittings as well.” Nyla nodded. “Will do. Good night, my king.” They saluted and he said “good night, Captain”; he began walking past her to his room.

It was about time she went to bed so she went into her bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. She stepped out her dress, flung in the nearby chair and Flipped her hair into a bun, wrapping it up. Her breasts were exposed due to the strapless gown. The cold air in the room made her nipples pucker as she lied in bed getting comfortable. She clapped her lights off in the room and soon was sound asleep unaware of what was happening down the hall.

In the master suite five rooms down, T’challa was in nothing but his silk boxers in the dark, bare back lied against the wall. His fingertips caressed the material of his sheets as he watched his television screen. His eyes watched carefully, the woman sleeps in only lace panties with her twists up. He can see her nipples harden as the curtains move in the wind. She was a sight for his eyes only. He continued until his eyes got heavy.

Okay, it felt a little rush but I promise chapter III is better. WAAAAAAY better. To catch up, click here.

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jinships-ideas · 7 years ago

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BTS Run 43 - The Jin Harem

FML because I lost the entire post that I finished and Tumblr chose that exact moment to crash on me T^T

Ignoring my misfortune,

Let’s Get It!

Mirror Jinkook with hands in pockets

Jinkook looking more and more alike as the days go by...

Mirroring Yoonjin

Supportive Jin cheering on Su-J~

I also laughed hard as I realized Yoongs is the tallest in the frame

(Fck NO I’m not laughing because I have to remake the entire post. Fck you computer for crashing on me :<)

Jinnie casually caressing Su-J’s headpiece

YOU WISH THAT WAS YOONGS’ FACE DON’T YOU?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Jin being his touchy self

I TOLD YOU GUYS JK HAS A THING FOR NECKS

Doesn’t matter if its’s Jin’s or his own

HE HAS A THING FOR NECKS

He fcking leaned into Jin’s touch...

KEEP IT PG YOU TWO

Literal mirrors...

STOP LOOKING SO DAMN SIMILAR

We CANNOT handle 2 Jins/JKs!

Find someone who looks at you the way Jin looks at Chim...

FOND FOND FOND

Joon took the chance to stand arm-to-arm with Jinnie while Jk was busy playing the game

Sneaky opportunist Joon~

Joon: NOTICE ME

Bangtan is weak for Jin

Jk and Chim being fond for Jin~

Tae and Yoongs looking on with affection for the fumbling eldest

Hyung-line smitten with Jin

JIN IS SO DAMN LOVED

If you look closely, you can see how the writers are laughing and being fond for Jin in the boxes relfection

EVERYONE IS WEAK FOR JIN

Yoongs and Joon being totally fond for the cutie

Yoonjin+Namjin in a frame

life is worth living

They can’t hide their smiles

They can’t hide their affection

I CANNOT WITH THIS MAN

Ft. Hobi in the corner looking on

His position strangely reminds me of how most kids draw the sun in the corner too!

Sun Hobi watching over Jinnie~

SAVE HIM

But let’s be real here

Jin definitely exaggerated how terrified he was

we KNOW how much this man loves comedy and to entertain

He sacrificed his image for the sake of our laughter

A true hero

Jinnie looking at Joon with a warm gaze

:’)

Joon looks so damn cute with his inward legs and clutched hands between his thighs?

PROTECT THIS TOL BABY

He looks both huge and small beside Jin?

PRECIOUS

Joonie Cringing + being amused by Jin’s ‘OH MAN’

Jin casually mentions how his view is blocked due to Su-J’s headpiece

Yoongs IMMEDIATELY apologizes and leans back so Jin can see

WHIPPED

SO WHIPPED

Just like how the RJ headpiece looks like whipped cream

Jk grabs Jin to pull him closer

Jk pulls Jin to the other side and prevents Joonie from getting closer...

Well... SOMEONE’s A LITTLE POSSESSIVE

Jinnie trying to tease Yoongs

Your bias is showing...

Taejin matching~

Visuals being weirdoes together

Jinnie trying to trick Jk...

He is so damn playful

Jk holding onto Jin tightly, not letting him go

Jin gently holding onto Jk too

Jin: THAT’S MY MAN!! Jk: PFFT It’s nothing much~

A wild Anindae!Jin appeared!

Jk circling Jin to mark his territory

Jk: BACK OFF LOSERS, HE’S MINE

Joon teasing Jin

Pretty sure Jin knows its Joon that’s why he stuck his chin out to tease him back

Yoongs and Hobi be crowding around the eldest too

I LOVE HYUNG-LINE

This is 2Seok

Jin: *blindfolded and minding his own business*

Hobi: *has 0 concept of personal space*

Jinnie reaching out to Tae~

Someone wants to get picked~

The fondness just does NOT stop

The difference between someone who gets chosen and someone who doesn’t

Jinnie... will you be ok?

You won’t end up having to sleep in the living room right?

Ft. Prophet Joon smiling like he won the lottery

Matching denim fellow Seoks

Jinnie wants Joonie to go to him too

Jin the playboy

Ft. Actual International Playboy

(LOL this nerd was just afraid to be the only one who failed the mission)

MY FAVOURITE FRAME FROM THE EPISODE

Yoongi trying to be as quiet as possible with his hooves

Joonie being upset and distraught over how badly SU-J is at keeping quiet

Jinnie laughing hard (but silently) at Su-J

Tae looking like the cutie he is

Jin: UNBELIBUBBLE! You actually look excited that another man is approaching you? WAHHH I’m so disappointed. Hmph Chim: Back tf up before you get smacked tf up Tae: *Being the lost boy he is*

Jinnie cleverly shifts his position so he would be the first person Tae sees as he takes off the blindfold

Jin: I believe in love at first sight so I just got to keep trying don’t I?

Jinnie rushing to Tae to thank him for being as bad as the game

Who knows? Maybe Tae failed on purpose to make Jin feel better~

Touchy Jin strikes again!

His target this time: Hobi

Smooth Chim is Smooth

Casually and naturally laying his hand on the JinBooty

What a smooth criminal

He is even dressed like one too

Why does it look like Chim is thinking of dirty things as he glances Jin’s way?

Maybe because he is

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Jin beckoning for Hobi to go to him

Denim Seoks being extra

2Seok being dramatic

Jin: Take my hand, take a breath, Pull me close and take one step~ Hobi: I'm running, running, just to keep my hands on you~ Chim: Really? In front of my salad?

Jin: HUG ME BROTHA!

Jinnie... I really think you’re going to end up sleeping on the couch tonight...

SOMEONE DOES NOT LOOK THRILLED WITH THE 2SEOK

Hobi betting handsy and being rough with Jinnie...

Get these 2 to calm down

THere are cameras everywhere ffs!

Jin got so flustered with Hobi’s manhandling

:’)

He forgives the rough Hobi and grabs his hand immediately~

2Seok giving sweet vibes

Ft. Chim (a 2seok believer)

Jin voicing out his displeasure as he sees Chim approach his man

NamJinMin love triangle?

Hobi laid hands on those worldly shoulders~

Chim: Damn these 2 fools and their PDA

Yoongs: NOW KISS

This really does look like that meme ok?

Jk: *sniffs* Jin hyung? Yoongs: That a good boy. You’re doing fantastic. Jin: Wait. What? HOW? Joon: EXPLAIN YOURSELF! HOW TF DOES HE KNOW YOU BY SCENT?HUH HUH HUH?

Hobi sneaking a touch while the rest are being amazed by JK’s amazing sense of smell

Impressed Jin is impressed

To capture Jin’s heart: Be Jk

Jk knows Jin’s voice

Jk knows Jin’s scent

JUST DATE ALREADY

Jin keeping his man close to assert his territory

Opportunist Yoongs slipping his hand onto Jin’s back naturally~

These 2 dumbdumbs wore the blindfold the wrong way

Our 2 idiots

Why does this look like an alternate Universe where the pet is feeding the owner?

Jk: *keeping close watch on how close Yoonjin get* Hobi: *admiring Jin* Chim: *staying put before he has to take action* Joon: Don’t you look happy to be sniffing some other man?

Chim sticking close to Jin

(He just didn’t want Jin to have a chance to cheat. You know, I know, they all know, Jin is NOT above cheating.He learns from the best, his roomie)

Who said sharing drinks is what cute couples do?

Real couples share salads

Share the salads that all the singles complain about when we act affectionate!

Jin listing out all the members to try to guess who he sniffed

He lists 6 but can’t figure out the last...

It’s You, dear. It’s YOU

Ft. Hobi teasing Jin

Also, DON’T FCKING PRETEND YOU DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS YOUR ROOMIE YOU SNIFFED

Jin guesses Yoongs’ scent correctly!

It’s very subtle but you can see the corners of Yoongs’ lips raise a little

Our Syub being the most Tsun

BUT HE FCKING GOT HAPPY WHEN JINNIE MANAGED TO GUESS HIS SCENT!

Guess Jin won’t have to sleep on the couch tonight~

Mirroring Yoonjin teasing Tae~

Yoongs... look at yourself. You’re wearing an alpaca suit. How are you teasing someone else? XD

LOOK HOW SWEET TAE IS

THE SWEETEST BUB

He helps Jin fold his sleeves

*Ugly sobbing over how precious he is*

MUST PROTECT

Chim: Really? My salad’s getting rotten and tired now

Yoongs: Don’t you dare get any closer or this Alpaca will bite your head off

I love how Su-J is almost never in the frame completely when it’s a half body shot

Also love how Yoongs has a firm grip on Jin’s wrist

(Personally, I feel more for wrist grabs that hand holding)

Jin teasing Hobi~

2Seoks are the bubbliest

Joon: Are you THAT happy to be holding another man and laughing?

Jinkook being unnecessarily close

It doesn’t feel like an episode without them being like this

Food expert Jin mouthing ‘Avocado’ to Hobi when Hobi asked what it was

I find it so precious that Hobi has never seen an avocado?

It’s cute how he asks Jin and Jin actually mouths to him the answer?

Jinnie resting his hand on Hoibi’s sunny shoulders~

Hobi looks like he is so blissful~

That’s all for this post!

(I can’t believe I actually went and redid it all T^T)

Hope you guys enjoyed~

Until Next time~

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wishingfornever · 6 years ago

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10/14/17 – No Contact: Total Relapse

Current time is 1am. I went to bed early last night. Can’t remember my dream. Ariel unloaded A BUNCH of fucking information on me. Like… a lot. I’d fill you in but it’s more personal stuff.

I really should go back to sleep. Tomorrow, I’ll cook myself a couple of eggs. Not scrambled. Fried, I think. The one where the yolks runny. I made a big egg sandwich today using an ENTIRE can of corn. The irony is that there was like… more corn than egg and then there was too much egg for a single sandwich, which I ate with spinach and cheese.

It’s… all I’ve eaten today. And an apple. Probably should eat more throughout the day.

Whatever. Tomorrow, I’ll make myself a sandwich with those fried eggs I was talking about. Over easy, I think? Never been good with food terms, I fear. I’ll use my seasonings. As soon as I’m done with that Himalayan pink salt, I’ll get some seasoned salt. I can’t wait. I’ll make it tomorrow morning. Which is technically today. Right now. We’ll need to go grocery shopping in a bit. Probably today or tomorrow, seeing how it’s the weekend. I’d want to get there early to actually get avocados.

HEB sucks at restocking. Like… the avocados they had last week were fucking gross.

I… want to learn what to do to make slushies like you make. Unfortunately, I can’t ask you. I guess I can ask in a month and a half. And then you can block me. El oh el.

Yeah, probably an accurate guess right now. Regardless… I didn’t do my sets yesterday. I’ve been trying to get my sleeping schedule to work again. Been waking up and not going to bed. Unfortunately… I basically took a nap. I’m not that sleepy. Maybe I can go to sleep soon? But even then, I’ll try to wake up at 10. I’ll talk to Adela and see if we can go shopping today. I want to go there at about lunch, maybe. Just while they still have shit.

I should be trying to sleeping. Watching a video though. It’s titled “It’s Too Quiet.” You know… that’s an actual thing. My dad said that you could feel when you were about to be ambushed because it’s literally too quiet. I think the reason is is because animals tend to avoid humans. If it’s quiet, that means the birds aren’t leaving or moving because there has been someone there for a while. Thus, they stay away. People intentionally don’t make noise, so it’s just you in the middle of a jungle with stillness.

We’re always hearing. It’s… maddening when you don’t hear. The if it gets too quiet, you can hear your own blood run through your veins. You use your senses at all times. When one sense stops working then your brain panics. For example, white room torture where everything you see is white because you’re in a white room with no colors and you’re only fed white rice. It’s a torture that lasts LONG after it’s over.

I think sometime this week, I’ll order myself a pizza. I want to get it with ham but it’ll just be pineapple. Oh, I’m sorry. Did I stop talking about torture and blood and ambushes to talk about how hungry I am?

Kidding. I got that gal from yesterday a pizza. Now I want a pizza for myself. I wonder if Pizza Hut finally learned that we’re in their district. If not, there is always PizzaFino. That’s probably Italian for Fine Pizza. Sounds like something that’d happen. Considering it’s a Latin language, I wouldn’t doubt it. English is technically Latin but it’s also German. That sucks because instead of having the best of both languages, we have the worst. Foreign. You don’t pronounce the g. I HATE words with silent letters. Like… seriously? Why do you need a silent letter? It doesn’t change how the word is pronounced. Maybe it used to be pronounced for-ayg-in. Like… Foreagan. Hrm… Possible name origin? If that’s the case, why’d we stop saying the “G”? I don’t know… Language is weird. It evolves with the population and culture. You know, Korean’s written language was supposed to be written by a linguist. Thus, you could hypothetically learn how to read in Korean in a day. What it means? Can’t tell you. Makes me wonder who the hell came up with writing the other languages like Kanji and shit. That was not written by a linguist, it was written by the clone of Hermann Fucking Goering.

It’s a joke. Hermann Goering was German, obviously he didn’t write Kanji. And Kanji was written before Hermann Goering was born, so obviously it’d be older than his clone. See? I’m so funny. At least I would be if I didn’t steal the original quote. Whelp!

Anyways… I didn’t call my dad yesterday. Or Starbucks. I have a terrible work ethic. Maybe today, hopefully after I wake up at a decent time. I wanted to rewrite the chapter but I was so sleepy throughout most of the day that it’s literally bad if I try to write. I need to be awake (sort of like now) or otherwise things will turn to crap.

My dad used to have a teepee. He was part of a group called Mountain Men who basically longed for the days where it was frontier. Not the settlers traveling by wagon but before that with frontiersmen. That flintlock rifle above the kitchen he used in some events. “Bringing home the bacon” comes from one such historical event where they win like a bucket of bacon by shooting a rope.

I remember when I was younger. I remember the crispy marshmallows and campfires. Cast iron pots and pans. His teepee had this long snake wrapping around the outside. A lot of bearded old folks in tanned leathers.

Current time… 4:30. Still sleepy. I’ve spent most of the previous 24 hours in bed. I was hoping to wake up at 10am but I overshot my intended goal by six hours. Still… sleepy. I’m having a hard time resetting my sleep schedule. It was better in California when everything went down. Not because I was being good but because my family let me be. Then my sister and dad kept insisting I join them for their reindeer games which takes FOR GOD DAMN EVER.

I’m not bitter, not trying to insinuate anything. Well, maybe a little bit. Because I tried going to bed at 11pm while I was there. Accounting for jet lag? That’d be… 1am. Thing is Janis kept trying to get me to stay up. Saying she’s never there. Then when I told her I wanted to go to bed she’d be like, “Boohoo, I never sleep ever.”

You know that sort of bullshit.

Regardless, I think I’m relapsing. I miss my upswing surge but that’s passing now. I wish I took more advantage of it. Honestly, I had hoped I wouldn’t need therapy because of it. I guess I’ll still need it… or medication which I’ve completely been ignoring. Maybe I should get on that again. Use the Attend stuff. Hrm…

I had a series of dreams last night. One of them involved me living life through your eyes at Dennis’s. Of course, it could have been Dennis I was living through but I spoke to your mom during the dream so I think it was you. It was a little awkward feeling. I think that feeling, however, is just my predetermination of what you must be feeling thus is my own bias. The dream that followed involved a hospital and my Marxist friend who got pregnant recently. There was also a lady cop there.

It ended with my dad and I driving through old towns and stopping at antique stores. That was the most dramatic of the dreams for some reason. Not because of my dad, but because I ended up sleeping with someone who constantly tried to get you out of my life. Moving on. There was more but I can’t remember…

Huh… I realized something. I’m sleeping on your side of the bed… I’m going to experiment tonight and see if I sleep better by switching sides. I’ll keep this in mind today.

When you called yourself a whore… that haunts me. I can’t get over it. You said it was true. It’s not. You’re so hard on yourself. And you wonder why I was trying to keep you motivated. I worry about you. Because I love you. I love you unconditionally. Even if I completely move on, years from now you could show up at my door and ask for help and I’d help.

It’s my character. I told you this before. You’d REALLY have to fuck up to have me cut you out of my life.

What about Dennis then?

Yeah, well you don’t seem to understand what he did that upset me. And even then, I tried to give him a chance to apologize. With my niece, when she screwed me over, I publicly shamed her. I haven’t done that with Dennis. That’s my nature. I will publicly shame someone who I think is a parasite.

You’re ignorant. You’re naive. You’ve fucked up, but you’re not a monster. I know you… it may not seem like I listen but, I listen more than you know.

I hope reading this journal doesn’t make you feel bad. I feel like it’ll make you angry rather than guilty, tbh (guess I don’t know you that well if I’m so uncertain; lol) but know it’s not my intention.

I got nothing done today. I should probably just… roll with it. Like, I said I was more awake last night after a dumb little nap. Maybe I should just write at night and sleep throughout the day. I could always get sleeping pills, too. Something that’s not organic to force me to sleep.

I haven’t done my sets in a while. Haven’t had a shower for a while too.

Ugh… this is a familiar feeling. Negative thoughts tend to overwhelm me. The smallest things need the most extreme solutions… and I mean most extreme. >< Christ, I’m isolating myself again. About two hours ago, Adela asked if I were alright. I just said I was fine. I have yet to leave bed today. She walked Max without me. Currently 9pm.

Just went to the bathroom… I should probably drink more water. Yeah, I think my body might be pretty dehydrated. :/

What if that’s why I’m depressed? I’m only sad because I don’t drink enough water. It’d explain why I get so depressed during the summer. Because I’m always sweating and it’s hot and I’m miserable. But it’s not hot here. I haven’t drank as much water as I was hoping to. I have, however, cooked more. I mean… I am hungry now but I don’t want to go get food.

Eh…. Well, that’s one way to lose weight.

I’ll probably cook myself something in a bit. Refill my water bottle. Then clean my room. Then maybe write. Of course, I told Shane I’d be available today. I guess not. So… feeling like a piece of shit right now. :/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3DrpmXtpFtw

If you open the link, you’ll discover that it’s not a song. Not this time. Rather, it’s confronting a problem in Hollywood. Just finding out about it. Guess I should probably pay more attention to the news. I really have no clue what’s happening right now. However, this video talks about something that’s happened to you.

You claimed you consented by letting it happen. You tend to reference fight or flight a lot. With Mark and Dennis, you consented because you allowed it and because you didn’t fight or run away. Turns out, it’s not just fight or flight. So, yeah. You don’t need to justify that shit. So fucking don’t. Don’t try to justify their actions with your submission. Admittedly, you confronted Mark but you haven’t confronted Dennis. I guess you feel like you cheated on me with Dennis, but the way you put it… he and Mark are no different.

Dennis is a piece of shit.

Maybe when this is all over, you can. Whether we connect or not, it’s irrelevant.

Sorry. Serious topic, I know. I’ll just blame this all on myself again. ><

Anyways… Current time is 11pm. Just made myself breakfast. Two fried eggs in a sandwich. Two slices of Swiss and a ketchup drizzle.

It wasn’t as good as I thought it would be. Not because it’s bad but because I’m bad at cooking. My hands are clumsy. Couldn’t flip the egg very well. I like it when the yolk is running but… it would appear that I’m not very good at working a spatula. I basically broke the yolk twice. First time was because I cracked the egg poorly. So, it came fucked up. Second time? I failed at flipping.

Then I put too much garlic on it. Was good but was kind of salty from it. I know I didn’t put too much salt on it because I had to twist it as I cooked it. I felt pressured and rushed, so quality suffered. Not to imply that it was going to be great before. That said, Swiss cheese is kind of… losing it’s charm. I used to actually enjoy it. When I was younger I didn’t. Now? Since I stopped eating meat? It’s become dull. I don’t know, I guess I’ll start eating it with other cheeses. Like cheddar, which you and Adela don’t seem to like. Not sure why.

She made sure to mention that the Mexican four cheese shredded cheese pack or whatever the hell it’s called isn’t Mexican because of the cheddar. She emphasized how they only use white cheese in Mexico and I told her, “Well, I’m not making quesadillas with it.” I intended mix it with some veggies. Of which, I probably use too much of it.

Eh… Monterrey Jack is a viable option. I might make myself some more eggs later. I’ll have to do the dishes though. Or something. I don’t know, I’ll probably have some peas and carrots later with an apple. I might have an apple now. Then I need to organize my room. Living out of my suitcase is fun. Not sure if that’s sarcasm, yet.

I brought a lot of clothes. Obviously, I’m here for a while. Right now, they’re in a hamper. A clean hamper, mind you. There is a dirty hamper too. We purchased a light net hamper thing while we were in California. You didn’t take it… so it’s mine now! HA HA!!! >:D

Seriously, though. It folded and fit so nicely. Great for travel. I’m glad we got it.

These apples… are so sweet. The first bite is like candy. And the shelf life is incredible. I think I mentioned it before, but they’re great. They didn’t even have to be sweet, they just had to last to impress me. Above and beyond the call of duty, right?

Eh… maybe not so much. I’m feeling better. I’ll organize a bit and then take a shower, maybe. Then write. Maybe take a nap later on. Try to wake up early and go grocery shopping with Adela. I wonder if the Attend will help. I haven’t touched it since I got here, so… yeah. Might be worth taking.

#breakup #slice of life #frustration #depression #getting over it #moving on #journal #a year ago today

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