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training partners (pt. 13)
summary: now that filming for deadpool & wolverine has finished, you and hugh go back home to new york and he asks you a very important question. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader warnings: smut (18+, mdni), hugh can't control himself, spooning (?) position, light choking, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, fingering, creampie, implied age gap (hugh is 55, reader is in late 20s-early 30s), no use of y/n. word count: 2.7k a/n: surprise! new chapter dropping a day early hehe. anyway, i've anticipated that this story will have a total of 19 parts (at least for what i have outlined!). we got a few chapters of some good ol' fluff and smut, so hope y'all enjoy! thank you all for reading! 💙💛 as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman. prev part.
You and the rest of the cast and crew are listening to Shawn make a brief speech about the movie, about all the hard work everyone’s put into creating this. It chokes you up, tears stinging your eyes as you do your best to take more photographs. This opportunity was once in a lifetime and now that you and Hugh will be heading home, you wonder if things will change. You had been by his side for the duration of filming and you can’t imagine going back to New York and not being able to sleep next to him, or even wake up with him by your side.
You look up at Hugh for a moment, still in his Wolverine costume but a large black coat draped around him to keep him warm. You lean against him, his eyes gazing down at you as he leans down to kiss the side of your temple. After Shawn’s speech finishes, everyone claps and celebrates the end of filming.
You pull away from Hugh to continue to capture moments, smiling to yourself. Some are smiling, some are crying – everyone who was part of this movie had given their all and you just can’t wait to see the finished product for it. You manage to sneak away from the crowd, deciding to walk around the set. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to get to do this again and certainly not with this group of people. It’s bittersweet actually – having to go back home and face reality.
You stop walking for a moment and hear Hugh’s voice calling your name. You turn to face him, seeing him jog slowly over to you. He gently takes your hand and pulls you into him, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “You snuck away,” he points out.
“Just wanted to get one last look,” you smile, moving your arms around him. “Can’t believe we’re gonna be home tomorrow.”
“This project has been a dream,” Hugh admits. “And having you here made it even better.”
You look up at him, linking your hands at his lower back. “Thank you,” you say softly. “For bringing me here with you.”
“I’d miss you hell of a lot if you weren’t here,” Hugh chuckles. “Are you ready to be back in New York?”
You shrug. “I’m gonna miss seeing everyone everyday. I’m gonna miss seeing you everyday.”
Hugh smiles, bringing a hand up to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Me too, baby. I’ve gotten used to you being next to me when I sleep and wake up. Hard to think that we won’t have that when we get back home…” he continues.
“We’ll manage,” you smile. “I believe in us.”
Hugh grins. “You’re just perfect, aren’t you?” he teases.
“That’s something I usually say to you,” you laugh, burying your face against his chest.
Hugh chuckles and holds you close, shutting his eyes as he holds you in his arms. He isn’t sure how things will change when you both go back to New York, but he has been thinking of asking you a question for months now. When he pulls away, Hugh looks down at you and gently leans in to peck your lips. “Will you stay the week with me when we get back home?”
“I’d like that.”
“Good,” Hugh says quietly. “Because I don’t think I wanna let you go yet.”
“Hm,” you whisper. “You must really love me.”
“More than you even know, baby.”
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Back in New York, Hugh finds that having you in his apartment is where you should be. You’re so comfortable in his space and he enjoys the ability to wake up and sleep next to you. It’s something he had gotten used to during filming. The question he’s been wanting to ask lingers over him – even now, when you’re sitting on his couch in a pair of shorts and one of his t-shirts with a book in your lap, he wants so badly to ask you the one question that’s been on his mind.
He wonders if maybe he’s moving too fast, if maybe you’re not quite ready to take that next step in your relationship. Hugh slowly walks over to you, seeing you look up from your book and a smile immediately lines your lips. He feels his heart race at the sight – almost like he had fallen in love all over again. He watches you set your book on the coffee table and lean back against the couch, arms spread open for him.
Hugh crawls over you and settles himself between your legs, head resting against your chest as his arms wrap around you. He shuts his eyes, feeling your fingertips run through his hair as he lets out a contented sigh. “Hi, baby.”
“Hey,” you whisper, smiling down at him. “How was the run?”
“Would rather have done cardio with you,” he teases and nuzzles his face further into you, pressing a soft kiss on your chest.
“You’re insatiable,” you laugh quietly.
“Not true. I’m just addicted to you,” Hugh corrects, slowly opening his eyes to look up at you.
You roll your eyes playfully, a small smile lining your lips as you feel the heat rise in your cheeks. “What’s gonna happen when I have to go home then?”
Hugh bites his lower lip, chin resting against your chest as your fingers continue to run through his hair. “What if…” he whispers quietly. “What if you just stay here?”
“I’ve been here for almost a week, Hugh.”
“I know, but I mean…” Hugh crawls further up your body, hand moving to prop himself up as he stares down at you. “What if you just move in?”
Your eyes slightly widen and you slowly begin to sit up, Hugh following your movements to sit next to you instead. His arm drapes over the back of the couch, a nervous expression written across his features. “You want me to move in? That’s– That’s a big step, Hugh. Are you sure?”
“Only if you’re comfortable,” he answers. “I want you here all the time, but if you still need time, still need space, then I understand. It’s just–” Hugh sighs. “I’ve been thinking about asking you to move in with me for months now.”
“Hugh…”
He shakes his head, standing up from the couch. “Ah, it’s okay, baby. I don’t want to push you. We can reevaluate at another time.”
“Wait, hey,” you sigh, watching him walk towards the kitchen. You stand up and follow him, seeing him gather his cup and protein. He isn’t looking at you, focused on making his protein shake. “Hugh…” You walk around the counter and gently rest a hand over his forearm, urging him to look at you. When he does, you can see the distress in his features, the subtle embarrassment flickering in his expression.
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” he sighs.
“Are you sure about me moving in?” you ask hesitantly.
“Baby,” Hugh runs a hand over his face and lets out a shaky breath. “I’m sure, but if you’re not ready yet, that’s okay too.”
“Ask me again,” you say.
“What?”
“Ask me again,” you repeat.
“Baby,” Hugh shakes his head.
“Hugh, ask me again.”
He bites his lower lip and turns to face his entire body at you. Hugh moves his hands to rest on your hips, clearing his throat anxiously. “Will you move in with me?”
You move your hands to his cheeks, brushing your thumbs across his soft skin. “Yes, I’d love to move in with you, Hugh.”
“Yeah?” he asks.
“Yeah, Hugh,” you smile.
Slowly, a large grin lines his lips and he wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you gently off your feet. “Oh, baby, I love you.” he leans in and presses his lips against yours, moving his hands under your legs to lift you onto the counter of his kitchen island.
Pulling away, you move your hands to his shoulders as he stands between your legs. His hands move along your thighs, biting the inside of his cheek as he keeps his eyes focused on you. “So, I’m moving in.”
“Yeah, yeah you are.”
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The next couple of weeks were spent moving your things out of your apartment and into Hugh’s home. This last year with him doesn’t feel real – part of you feels like you’re going to wake up and realize it was all just a dream. You’ve been doing a lot better with your self-talk, with your confidence, and it helps having Hugh and your personal trainer to help you. Jack, on the other hand, hasn’t reached out to you since that night on location. You’re grateful though because you aren’t sure what would happen if he continued to be persistent.
After all of your things have been moved to Hugh’s place, you look around and notice that your life is now blending in with Hugh’s. He had told his kids about you, even having had the chance to meet them in person. You had told your parents about Hugh, hesitant at first because of the age gap, but they were just glad to see you happy after Jack.
Hugh comes home late one night after dinner with Shawn and Ryan, only to find you already lying in bed, back facing the door as you’re asleep on your side. The blanket doesn’t do a good job at covering your body because it’s tangled between your legs, exposing your legs and backside for him. He clears his throat at the sight of you, dressed in one of his t-shirts and a pair of black panties. Quietly, he undoes his jeans and lowers it down his legs, kicking them silently to the side. He grabs the end of his shirt and lifts it over his head, letting it fall to the floor. Now clad in a pair of boxer briefs with his manhood straining the fabric, Hugh slowly climbs into bed, snuggling you from behind.
His hand moves to your hip, slowly brushing it down the side of your leg and back up to tease the waistband of your panties. Hugh feels you move back against him, your backside now flush with his growing erection. You let out a quiet whimper and unconsciously roll your hips back into him. Hugh leans in and presses soft and light kisses along the side of your neck, your whimpers and moans coming out quiet and breathless.
He moves his hand lower and pushes your panties to the side, his fingertips brushing against your slit. Hugh sees your eyes flutter open, mouth slightly agape as you stare up at him with slightly sleepy eyes.
“H– Hugh,” you moan. “You’re back.”
“Sorry I came home late,” Hugh whispers into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe as he slowly slides one finger into your depths. He groans quietly, feeling your wetness soak his digit. “Been dreaming about me, baby? You’re already wet.”
“Always dream of you,” you whimper, tossing your head back against his shoulder.
Hugh smirks against you and uses his free arm to wrap around your shoulders, cupping your neck as he applies slight pressure to your throat. He hears you gasp and he thrusts another digit into you, beginning to move his fingers in and out of your soaking heat. “Love coming home to you,” he whispers, teeth grazing your earlobe.
“Hugh,” you whimper, moving your hand to wrap around his wrist that’s slowly thrusting his fingers in lazy strokes.
“I can’t control myself when I’m around you,” Hugh admits, keeping his fingers deeply flushed into your heat as he slowly begins to curl them within your depths. You arch your back against him, the sensations of his fingers, his throbbing length against your backside, and his hand around your throat becomes overwhelming – this wasn’t what you expected to happen when he came home from dinner.
“Baby, please,” you moan.
“Need you bad,” Hugh growls. He pulls his fingers from you and uses the same hand to push his briefs down his legs, kicking them off and away from the bed. He takes a hold of himself and uses your slickness from his fingers to lubricate himself. “Won’t last long,” he admits.
“Just need you, please,” you whimper, feeling his tip brush against your opening. “Hugh, god, please!”
Hugh chuckles lowly into your ear, tightening his grip around your throat just slightly as he pushes himself past your folds. He groans and moves his hand from the base of his member to grip your hip, pulling you back into him as he pushes his hips forward. “Fuck, baby,” he moans. “Always feel so good around me.”
He moves the top of your leg slightly forward, opening yourself even further to him as he slides inch by inch into your tight and wet heat. Hugh drops his hand from your throat to grasp your breast from over the shirt you’re wearing, your back flush against his chest. This position is new for the both of you – it’s intimate, slow.
With his hand on your hip, he grips it tightly as he continues his slow and deep thrusts, eyes falling shut. Hugh’s sounds of pleasure – grunts, growls, and groans – echo in your ear and it only drives you closer to your high. You feel every inch of his throbbing manhood move in and out of you, but your eyes widen slightly when his hand moves from your hip to your front, beginning to rub your bundle of nerves over the fabric of your panties. “Hugh!”
“Yeah, I know,” he whispers with a growl. “Gotta come for me, baby.”
You nod and push back against him, his fingers applying pressure to your clit as he rubs it in circles. His thrusts become a bit more quick, almost erratic and you know that he’s close too.
“Feels so good,” you moan, your walls beginning to tighten with each thrust forward. You rest the back of your head against his shoulder, eyes shut tight. Suddenly, when he growls into your ear, your walls tighten around him and you push back into him, body trembling against his own.
Hugh grins to himself, holding you close to him as he thrusts in and out of you, using your tightened walls to get him closer and closer to his own release. “Baby,” he groans. “Gonna come, oh fuck–” Hugh shuts his eyes tight as he releases into you, his hips coming to a slow stop.
You feel his warmth fill you up and he’s panting into your ear. When he pulls back slowly, you whimper, feeling the emptiness that his girth and length has left but feeling his seed trickle out of you.
“I’m so glad you moved in,” Hugh whispers, placing a soft kiss on the side of your neck. “Can have you whenever I want.”
You smile and slowly move to lie on your back, readjusting your panties to cover yourself up as you stare up at him. You reach up and place a hand on his cheek as he leans into your touch, turning his head to kiss the inside of your wrist. “That was a nice thing to wake up to,” you admit.
“Yeah? You like that, huh?” Hugh winks.
“Oh yeah,” you smile. “Guess I have to return the favor and wake you up in my own way now.”
Hugh smirks and lies on his back, pulling you to his side. “Looking forward to it, baby.”
“How was Ryan and Shawn?”
“Good,” he answers. “Just planning for the press tour,” he says softly, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. “Wish you could come with me.”
“I’m all booked with shoots for the next three months, baby.”
“I know,” Hugh turns his head and presses a soft kiss on your forehead. “You’ll at least accompany me to the premiere of the movie right?”
“Like a red carpet premiere?”
Hugh nods. “Yeah, I’d really love for you to be by my side that night.”
“It’ll be the first event since we got together…”
“Is that okay?”
You nod and lean up to peck his lips. “As long as I’ve got you, Hugh, that’s more than okay.”
Hugh grins. “And you’ve got me, baby. Always have, always will.”
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could you do birthday sex smut with Pedri
Like old times —Pedri González.
summary: Pedri invites you to meet his friends on his birthday and it ends like you never expected.
warnings: YES. +18. smut, friends to lovers, cute, soft.
words count: +2k.
#SEXYNOTE: Happy birthday to our Pedri (late) We love youuuu 🩷
Laughter spilled through the house as the voices talked about things. You were talking to a friend of Pedri's while he was talking about you, remembering things from the past. Today was your best friend's birthday and all his friends had come to celebrate. Your old childhood friend that even though you still saw each other from time to time, you had agreed to be close friends. But you hadn't been able to see each other lately because of his work and your studies. You were more than happy that he invited you to have dinner with them today for his birthday, with his teammates that you were excited to meet.
They were great, you barely talked to them but you already got along so well. Pedri kept talking about you. About your childhood. Old anecdotes brought back vivid memories of your times, everyone laughed and commented. You could tell that some were a little more over the top than others and the birthday boy was not far behind.
You felt melancholy. You didn't know if it was the alcohol or the fleeting glances you and Pedri gave each other as you reminisced. His eyes looked at you with that same sparkle they had when you were young and you're sure yours sparkled like that too. All night long you had been giving each other complicit, honeyed and challenging glances. As if you owed something to each other. As if you were waiting for something from each other. Still, you tried to make the most of your time with his friends. It wasn't every day you were surrounded by people as nice as they were.
You dined, drank, talked, toasted and ate cake. Everything was perfect. The reunion had been successful and most of them were already starting to say goodbye to go home.
"It was nice to meet the famous Y/n!" said Ferran, hugging you fleetingly. You hugged him nicely too.
They all agreed, smiling.
"It's pleasure is all mine, guys" you thanked towards them.
"We have to do it more often" Gavi said before hugging you goodbye. "If Pedri accepts, I don't think he's that happy about it" he whispered when he reached your ear. His hug lasted a little longer than the others and your heart skipped a beat when you heard it.
Behind you was Pedri, looking at you somewhat seriously while still holding Gavi in a hug. You heard a chuckle from him and hid your laughter. He winked at you when you pulled away and you smiled at him.
"All right, bye" Pedri muttered, running to Gavi quickly and dragging him to the door. Everyone burst out laughing in amusement.
You shook your head ignoring him. You were her best friend, none of that would change by hanging out with the boys.
Pedri escorted them out, while you stayed behind to sort things out. You felt a little guilty about the mess and you weren't going to let Pedri set everything up alone in the morning.
"Y/n, leave it. Tomorrow I'll clean up" he said when he got back to the house.
"Please, let me do it" you asked with a look, Pedri snorted but had no choice when you kept putting things together.
You stayed a while longer, tidying up, washing and chatting. You didn't mind helping him at all, in fact you were enjoying it. He kept catching you up on his life and you took the opportunity to tell him about yours. It had been a long time since you had had a conversation as deep and lively as this one and finally you and Pedri were alone.
"Would you like one more drink?" he asked as you sat down to rest on the couch after you finished.
"I think I need to go home" you say with a grimace.
"Come on!" he squeals in amusement. "It's my birthday" he pouts. "Besides you could stay, there's an extra room if you want..."
His eyes pleaded for you to accept, it was obvious you were both excited to see each other again. You weren't going to deny it, you had been waiting all night for a moment alone with him, just like old times. You wanted to stay but were afraid to admit it.
"Okay, let's open another bottle" you nod smiling.
He goes to kitchen for another champagne from the fridge and two clean glasses. He returns, sits down on the sofa with a chuckle and pours the glasses carefully, still talking. You've never seen him as chatty as he is tonight, he was enjoying his alone time and you wanted to know all about him. Once again, you toast clinking your glasses and you bite your lip nervously. You take a hurried drink, trying to calm your anxieties. Your heart started pounding and you begin to hesitate as you smile thinly.
"Remember when we ran away from home to go to camp with Fer?" you asked with a laugh as you continued to reminisce.
He long a laugh as he remembered. It had been when you were six years old, Fer and his friends had gone camping at the beach and you curious little kids followed them to go too. You had run away from home, as your parents had not let you go, since you were small. But you wanted to see the waves and become teenagers like the others.
"I still remember that I didn't leave home for at least three months because of the punishment" Pedri river denying. "And when we fell out of the tree hammock?" he said and you burst out laughing.
That had been another experience. Your father had told you not to ride in the tree hammock together because he clearly wasn't going to put up with it but you didn't know what that meant and did it anyway. Said and done, the hammock didn't hold and the branch snapped, making you fall in a big crash that you still remember perfectly.
You sighed trying to stop laughing, your belly already hurt and you felt dizzy.
"Remember when we kissed for the first time?" you ask with a shy laugh, grimacing in embarrassment.
Heat rises to your cheeks as you remember their first kiss. Yes. Your first kiss had been with Pedri when you were thirteen. You watched everyone kiss, Fer and his girlfriend at the time, your parents, your friends, the movies, everyone. You wanted to have your kiss too and you were grown up, according to you.
"It was terrible" guffawed Pedri clutching his belly. "We didn't even know how to do it"
Another guffaw comes out of your mouth. Tears were starting to build up from the laughter, your belly ached and you had no desire left. It was definitely the best time.
"We didn't know what to do with our tongues, it was so gross" you remembered and again laughed out loud.
He catches it and laughs too. For some reason, his laughter makes you feel a knot in your stomach. It's so magical. It takes you back to those moments where you were soul mates, inexperienced and curious young people, trying to find yourselves in each other. Your friendship with Pedri was one of the most precious things you had.
The laughter begins to subside and you stare at each other. Her face is slightly flushed, probably from the alcohol, his gaze shining in the dim light of the room. His hair is tousled and looks so soft it makes you want to comb it. You swallow saliva as your gazes never leave each other's eyes. So deep that you feel spellbound. You smile a little shyly, your heart races with every second, your chest tightens and you want to keep talking to him. You love to hear his voice, his laughter. You want to keep remembering your moments with Pedri, because every time you listen to him he makes you feel a special spark inside you.
But you don't really feel like talking. You want to touch him, to pull him closer to you, to kiss him. To have him as close to you as possible.
The silence is overwhelming and uncomfortable. Your gazes are still glued like chewing gum on your shoe Your breaths are agitated and irregular. You want to kiss him so badly. You don't know when he moved but he's so close to you, you doubt if it was you who approached. You don't know, you're lost in his eyes.
"Just like old times" he murmurs taking your hand gently. "You and me"
You smile biting your lip. You nod without even being able to speak, your heart soars and your pulse rises. It's just him and you. It's just the two of you.
His gaze pleads for something you understand perfectly. But neither of you dare make a move. You're so scared you're afraid of misreading the situation. If you kiss him, there's no turning back and you don't know if he wants that.
Minutes pass and you're still there, looking at each other. With feelings afloat as they continue to bloom on your breasts.
You bite your lip, sighing slowly. And without thinking and you jump into his mouth, kissing him with some fear.
It's a soft touch, as if asking for permission. Pedri accepts it and quickly with your hands encircle his cheeks as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer.
He wanted to kiss you, you wanted to kiss him. It was the perfect moment to remember old times. You kiss for eternity, savoring each other, feeling each other, remembering each other. This time the kiss is nothing compared to that first kiss you had more than ten years ago.
It's hard, sure and hot. Although his lips taste exactly like they used to at that moment and your heart felt the same as it used to feel some time ago. Agitated, needy and in love with Pedri.
You want to kiss him. You want to touch him. You want to feel him.
His body traps yours and he lays you down on the couch, still kissing, his hands caressing every corner of your skin while your fingers hold the dark fibers of his hair. His touch burns into your skin, leaving warm traces that will be marked for life in your heart. His lips walk down your neck, it's rough but sweet at the same time, gasps escape from your mouths. You can't stop kissing you, over and over again. From seeing each other, from feeling each other, from remembering each other.
Your hands begin to undress your body, removing your shirt and skirt, your fingers caress every corner of your skin, touching it. Yours help him take off his shirt and then play in his soft hair, his body presses against yours as your legs embrace his bare back. You don't want to stop kissing him, you don't want him to stop. You need him.
"Are you okay?" he whispers as his forehead presses against yours Your confused look makes him hesitate but it's not because you want to stop. "Do you want to go on?"
"Yes, I do" you say holding his red cheeks. But you take the time to watch him. Above you, his lips red and swollen, his cheeks flushed from the heat beginning to rise in your bodies, his eyes shining like mirrors, his chest heaving.
It is beautiful. Through his gaze you can still see the boy only four years old who came to play with you on the playground, the only boy who didn't judge you and came to you, the boy who visited you every day after school, the boy who taught you how to kick and a thousand other things that live forever in your heart.
"Kissing you that day wasn't really gross, Peter" you murmur sincerely.
Yes, maybe it was in a sense. You didn't know how to do it, it was slobbery, short and it felt awful. But on the other hand it was innocent, tender and delicate. It was the beginning of everything. Your feelings were never the same as before after that.
"It was beautiful" you whisper as his fingers stroke your hair, he tucks a loose strand behind your ear and smiles. "It was magical" you admit excitedly.
"You are beautiful" he says looking so deep into your eyes. "It was the best first kiss I could have ever had."
You smile nostalgically as you continue to talk through your eyes.
“Let me show you how much I missed you” he asks in a whisper as his nose plays with yours. “Let me show you when I love you.”
A small tear escapes down your cheek falling. He catches it before it touched your skin. Your head is about to explode, the butterflies in your belly feel like dinosaurs.
“Only if you also let me do the same” you also whisper with a small smile.
His lips kiss yours again, this time firmer, more desperate. His mouth leaves no room on yours and he kisses you fiercely, as if he wants to devour you. And he does. His hands roam over your belly and chest, making small gentle touches to acknowledge your skin. Finally they reach for your bra pin and unclasp it, removing it from your body. His eyes slide over your round breasts, you let him see them, admire them, know them. Your stomach vibrates as he licks his lips and you smile with laughter.
Your fingers take his jeans and unbutton them, seeking to feel his body closer to yours. He lifts up a little to take it off, dragging it down with his underwear and you stare at him for a second. You'd seen other naked bodies but none of them resemble Pedri's. He is perfect.
He turns to you and takes the panties from your sides asking for permission with his eyes, which you quickly accept with a smile. As many say, a picture is worth a thousand words and the way Pedri just looked at you, he just made a testament.
You find yourselves completely naked, looking at each other, as your hearts beat in tandem. Your breaths meet again as you kiss again. Like a magnet their mouths attract each other again and again. As they begin to touch, to know each other, to meet again. Her hands encircle your breasts and squeeze them, making you gasp with pleasure. Yours hold his ass firm, pulling him closer to you. His kisses follow a trail down your neck, down your skin, his lips find your nipples and you kiss them softly. Gently. Moans come out of your mouth, his eyes have never left yours, it's as if they've been bonded for life. Your bodies hot, needy, waiting to join. He positions himself at your entrance and gently moves in, probing your wetness as he makes room between your walls. Your mouth opens and lets out a moan as you feel his cock fit perfectly into your cavity, it's slow and smooth, not even moving. His gaze never leaves yours as your hands hold his face so close to yours that they almost rub together.
You don't need to say anything. Your eyes, your feelings, your hearts have said enough. Skin to skin. Joining together, and I don't mean blissfully sexual. Something beyond a bodily union. But something deeper and more spiritual.
It is a magical moment. So unreal that you doubt if it is a dream but his movements make you believe that he is inside you. Inside your heart. Inside your soul. You hold tight to his neck as he begins to thrust faster, though his movements are delicate, smooth and deep. It feels so good. Him. You. Together tonight. United in soul and body.
Something you had dreamed of your whole life. From that innocent and premature kiss you had out of curiosity until today when you saw him talking about you and the complicit glances you gave each other. Tonight was special for him and it was special for you too.
“Happy birthday, love of my life” you whisper with a proud smile.
His body stops inside you and you feel an emptiness in your chest but his eyes make everything about you vibrate.
“You are the best gift, you are my dream” he murmurs sincerely and your chest burns.
He joins your lips again and you kiss so romantic, soft and polite. Without rushing taking your time because today nothing runs you, it's just him and you.
He admires you, you admire him. Your bodies yearn for each other, you are joined for life. The way he touches you, feels you, looks at you. He makes you feel special by his side, he always has. Pedri is the love of your life. And meeting again made you realize that you are meant for each other.
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dad lip where the heat goes out and you him and your kids all snuggle in the bed and he tells them stories and it’s very core memory
sonia my love!! i made this married mk & lip, as a little treat. ronan is ten, fred is like five and baby fi is three in this !! no warnings all fluff <33
"momma? momma, wake up," fi says. lip hears her first, jolting awake at his baby girl's voice.
"hey sweet pea, wha's up?" he leans over your side to help fiona crawl up and into the bed. strong arms situate her shivering body in his lap, but not without her elbows and knees digging into your sleeping form. you wake up groggily, two glasses of wine after dinner sending you into a nice sleep.
"'m cold," she whines, snuggling into her father's chest. "even under m'bwankets."
you rub your eyes, moving to turn your lamp on. the click! of the switch rewards you with more darkness, and you sigh. "alright, power's out."
ten minutes later you've rounded up flannel pj's, extra bedding, and your two boys. the five of you all fit in you and lip's bed, you're grateful you splurged for a king over a queen.
"im never gonna be warm again," fred complains, burrowing into the blankets you've gathered.
lip's hand lands gently on his younger boy's head. "y'know, when i was about ten years old, our power went out."
"what did you do?" ronan asks curiously. by the light of a flashlight he's playing a word search puzzle, his most recent obsession.
lip continues to rub his daughter's back, she's nearly asleep in his arms now. "me, aunt fiona, and uncle ian built a blanket fort downstairs, and we hauled frank and monica's mattress in, 'cause they were out somewhere."
"can we make a bwanket fort?" fi asks quietly.
"tomorrow, baby," you promise her. "right now we gotta cuddle up so we can stay warm, and get back to sleep."
ronan peers over at you and you give him a stern look, to which he switches off his flashlight and puts his puzzle book away. you can't believe he's ten years old already.
"hey dad?" fred asks, scooching closer to lip's side while his older brother finds space to lay beside you .
through the darkness you see lip smile, "yeah bud?"
"tell us more, about when the power went out."
"well, it was snowin' real hard, so when your uncle carl woke up all he wanted was to play in it."
fred gasps in disbelief, "really!? uncle carl?"
lip chuckles, it would be off seeing the carl his kids know out playing in the snow. "uncle carl was only about... three years old?"
"ohh, like baby fi?" your son asks, ever curious.
"yeah, just like baby fi. so we let him go out, and of course debs wanted to go with them, then she dragged fiona and soon enough me an' ian were out there too."
"wouldn't that make you colder?" ronan asks, the sound muffled from his face buried in your side.
lip laughs, "yeah bud, it was freezing. but me an' fiona made budget cocoa for everyone, and we put on meet the robinsons for debs and carl. only kid friendly movie we owned on dvd."
you see fred about to ask another question and interject. "okay boys, fiona's sleeping. it's time to close our eyes, okay?"
fred agrees, and lip leans over slightly to kiss you goodnight. not long after you hear a rustle, fred tugging at his father's sleeve.
"dad? can we watch meet the robinsons tomorrow?" he whispers, in the cutest little voice. your heart melts, and you know lip's does too.
"'course we can."
#lip gallagher x reader#lip gallagher imagine#lip gallagher x you#lip gallagher x y/n#lip gallagher fluff#maggie's musings [blurbs]#tumblr sister [sonia]#wild & fluorescent [mkverse]
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Dog Days Diary: Home and the Holidays. Self and Celebration
Hey everyone
Tomorrow, in America, kinda marks the start of the winter holidays, with thanksgiving, and the beggining of the Christmas season. I figured that for anyone still here I should give an update.
I’ve been very lacking with posting, I used to regularly post everyday, but as the world catches up to you, you sometimes have to slow down, but anyway, here’s some things that’s are happening
Tomorrow, for thanksgiving, my mom suggested we have all my trans friends who don’t have places to go over to ours for thanksgiving and homely vibes. We’re a bunch of queer weirdos and it gives me a reason to wear my ears around my extended family
I still havnt heard back from the place that was gonna do a psych evaluation on me. This is frustrating but not surprising.
My mom has warmed up to my being dog actually quite a bit, she doesn’t really react oddly when I get in my gear before leaving the house, and has been laughing at my brothers corny dog puns.
I had my first shift! It only lasted around ten minutes but I was playing and barking and bowing with my dog for a while, just chasing each other and roughhousing, it was honestly magical.
Im questioning whether im one person. This one needs some explaining and may get its own post, but a fragmented bit of myself has a number of distinct traits, when when im in the fragmented state, i like being called a different name? And I don’t feel like me, entirely, like im a different girl. I’ve mostly been calling her “The Other Girl” when talking to my friends and partner about all this. But she has a name I think she likes. It still feels weird to call her it, just as it feels weird to even suggest I’m plural at all. But whatever it is, me and my therapist are talking about it, and it seems my trauma hurt more than I thought. (If anyone has links or advice hmu I’m so fucking lost still)
I finally picked up the pen again, and finished a proper ref sheet for my fursona Bellsi! I’m really proud of myself for that one, it’s been a big win to start doing art again.
I know this has been a long ass slog of a post. But if you read it all
Hi, happy holidays if you celebrate. If youre able to express yourself around your family this holiday season, I’m so happy you found that confidence. If you can’t express yourself, it will come in time, I promise. Stay safe, warm, and full.
And keep your hearts and homes open, wonderful beasts
Run fast, bite hard, bark loud
Peace, love, and gratitude
-Zith Ipeth
#alterhuman#otherkin#therian#therian community#therianthropy#dog therian#otherkin positivity#alterhuman positivity#therian positivity#alterhumanity#plurality#god that’s a scary tag to put there. but fuck it#dog days diary
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Puppy
Ingrid Engen x Mapi Leon
The autumn sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the Barcelona park in hues of amber and gold. Ingrid and Mapi strolled side by side, their laughter blending with the rustle of leaves beneath their boots. Bagheera, their sleek black cat, was at home, likely napping on Mapi's favorite chair, blissfully unaware of the adventure unfolding.
"I love days like this,” Ingrid said, smiling up at the clear blue sky.
Mapi nodded, squeezing her hand. “Me too. Peaceful, quiet…”
Their tranquil walk was interrupted by a faint whimper. Ingrid stopped abruptly, her head tilting as she scanned the area. “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Mapi asked, looking confused.
“That sound,” Ingrid said, tugging Mapi’s hand as she walked toward a cluster of bushes. The whimper came again, soft and pitiful. Ingrid crouched down and gasped.
A tiny, scruffy puppy with floppy ears and sad brown eyes stared back at her. His fur was matted, and he shivered despite the mild weather.
“Oh no,” Ingrid whispered, her heart breaking. “Look at him.”
Mapi frowned. “He’s cute, sure, but we can’t just pick up every stray animal we see.”
Ingrid ignored her, gently reaching out to the puppy. He hesitated for a moment before inching closer, his tail wagging weakly. “He’s so sweet,” Ingrid said, her voice soft. “He needs help, Maria.”
Mapi folded her arms. "He's probably lost. Someone will come looking for him."
"But what if no one does?" Ingrid picked up the puppy, cradling him gently. His tiny body relaxed in her arms, and he let out a contented sigh.
Mapi raised an eyebrow. "Ingrid, we have Bagheera. And Bagheera doesn’t share. Especially not with dogs."
Ingrid looked at her, her green eyes pleading. "We can't just leave him here. What if something happens to him?"
Mapi groaned but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“Nope,” Ingrid said, grinning.
Mapi sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Fine. We’ll take him to the vet tomorrow and check if he has a chip. But he’s not staying."
Ingrid grinned. "Deal. For now, we’ll call him... Milo!"
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They brought the puppy home, giving him a warm bath and some food. Bagheera, however, was less than thrilled. She perched on the back of the couch, her green eyes narrowing as she watched the new intruder.
“This is going to be a disaster,” Mapi muttered as the puppy happily wagged his tail, oblivious to Bagheera’s disdain.
“It’ll be fine,” Ingrid said confidently. “They just need time.”
The next morning, they took Milo to the vet. He had no chip and no collar, and after a thorough check-up, the vet confirmed he was a stray.
"He needs a home," Ingrid said, smiling hopefully at Mapi.
Mapi sighed. "Fine. But if Bagheera declares war, it’s your fault."
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The first few days were tense. Bagheera watched Milo from high perches, her tail flicking like a metronome of disapproval. Milo, ever the optimist, tried to win her over, dropping toys at the base of the bookshelf and wagging his tail enthusiastically.
“He doesn’t know when to quit,” Mapi observed one evening as Milo tried for the fifth time that day to approach Bagheera, only to be met with another hiss.
Ingrid laughed, watching Milo’s tail wag enthusiastically despite the rejection. “He’s persistent. I like that about him, it reminds me of you.”
Mapi rolled her eyes but couldn’t deny that Milo’s antics were endearing.
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As the days turned into weeks, something miraculous happened. Mapi was sketching designs for a new tattoo, and Ingrid was curled up on the couch with a book. Bagheera was lounging on her favorite chair when Milo padded over cautiously and lay down a few feet away, his big brown eyes full of hope.
Bagheera watched him for a long moment, then jumped down from the chair and sauntered over. She sniffed Milo’s head, as if conducting a final inspection. Milo froze, his tail wagging cautiously.
Then, to everyone's surprise, Bagheera flopped down beside him, letting out a contented purr.
Ingrid nudged Mapi with her elbow. "See? I told you they’d get along."
Mapi shook her head, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, yeah. I guess he can stay. But don’t expect me to walk him every morning."
Ingrid laughed, pulling Mapi into a hug. "Deal."
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From that day on, Bagheera and Milo were inseparable. They played together, napped together, and even shared meals (despite Mapi’s protests about Milo sneaking cat food).
Mapi found herself warming up to Milo, too. She’d often catch herself scratching behind his ears or tossing a toy for him to chase.
One night, as they were all cuddled up on the couch—Bagheera on Ingrid’s lap and Milo on Mapi’s—Ingrid smirked at her girlfriend.
“You like him, don’t you?” she teased.
Mapi pretended to scowl but couldn’t hide her grin. “Maybe a little.”
Ingrid grinned, pressing a kiss to Mapi's cheek. "I knew you'd come around."
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Ingrid snapped a photo of the cozy scene and posted it on Instagram with the caption: "Our little family keeps growing. Welcome to the chaos, Milo!"
The comments flooded in, filled with fans cooing over the adorable addition to their household.
And as the days went by, Milo proved to be exactly what their little family needed—a bundle of joy who brought them even closer together. Even Bagheera, the queen of the house, wouldn’t have it any other way.
It wasn’t the life they’d planned, but it was perfect all the same.
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guess who tried cutting her bangs by herself again and did even worse than last time😀
#i look horrible#i kind of want to cry#everyone is going to laugh at me tomorrow#and i'm too sensitive for that#look. i normally don't really care all too much about how i look and all that jazz like appearance isn't even close to my number one thing#in life like i don't wear makeup i mostly wear crocs and sweatshirts but like... for the longest time my hair was like the One thing i#liked about myself and now it looks so ugly and i'm working with juniors in high school and i Know they're going to laugh at me either to#my face or behind my back and it's going to sting and like i'm not exaggerating y'all i cut them Way too short and they're so uneven even#tho i tried to make them even and it just. it looks so bad i just. frick. idk. idk idk idk i'm just feeling Awful right now#i should've just waited#frick#sorry#might delete this later#just need to rant to someone who won't laugh when they see my bangs because i Know my family would and someone who won't like. make me feel#bad for trying to cut them myself so. that means y'all get to see this sorry
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SICK. "right person, wrong time."
#SICK SICK SICK SICK SICK.#my HANDS are shaking.#what the fuck.#lolaa.txt#sorry 4 freakoutposting . nobody can know about this so i have nowhere else to say it all.#WHO SAYS THAT TO SOMEONE.#RIGHT PERSON WRONG TIME. WHY IS IT WRONG TIME.#WHY AM I RIGHT PERSON.#IM RIGHT PERSON.#WHAT. WHAT#HE TALKED ABOUT ME TO HIS FRIENDS. AND HES SO TOTALLY HONEST#I WAS FULLY LAYING ON HIS CHEST AND HE SAYS 'ok i do have to turn on the ac . ' AND SORT OF HALF LAUGHED SMILED AT ME#HE WAS BLUSHING .#HE KISSED ME.#AND IT WAS MESSY AND AWKWARD AND VERY SIDEWAYS BUT HE KISSED ME#AGAIN AND AGAIN. AND HE KEPT SMILING.#AND HE DIDNT WANT ME TO LEAVE BUT HE DIDNT WANT ME TO BE IN TROUBLE#i was 2 hours late getting home. AUHHHHHHHHHGHHHHHHHHGHIGHSEOIFHSEFOUESHFESJKKMNN#FUCKKK. I HAVE TO SEE HIM TOMORROW. IN A SCHOOL SETTING.#AND I CANT TELL ANY OF MY FRIENDS?????????#only one person knows and i swore her to secrecy because she wanted us to get together really bad.#FUCK but like . we cant. we cant do it right person WRONG TIME#but also can we just go back to being friends. do i really want to forget? it was so comfy.#FUCK.#FUCKKKKKK . AND CAM.#cam is so so sweet. light of my life cam. talented and artistic and handsome cam.#but. cam doesnt watch movies. or make mixtapes. or kiss me in the front seat of their car because our noses touched when we laughed#AGAIN SORRY. NORMAL. i need to tell my parents about the movie (tradition that they hear all about it) and NOT bring any of this up#i will be dodging the allegations the whole time. NOT EVERYONE GETS SOMEONE PREGNANT IN HIGH SCHOOL FATHER.#so there is that.
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uhm okay enough
#im going to sound so extremely egotistical okay whatever whatEVER but like uhm so many people have been flirting with me recently#to point where its like okayyyy 😐😐 enough now like enough#like just talk to me like a normal person pleaseeee#i get so easily uncomfortable and hanging around like two people who like you at the same time is so awkyyy like enough u guys#im just trying to make friends 😔😔😔 and everyone just wants to suck my dick 😔😔😔😔#which is 😔😔😔 massive btw 😔😔😔😔😔 huge fucking cock#anyWAY anytime i get to hang w my friends who don't see me !! as romantic pursuit i get so giddy about it yay !!!#IMMMM going to watch act 3 arcane w my friend tomorrow#we're getting snacks and everythinggg im so so excited#cait and vi are going to have hot steamy lesbian sex and my face is going to go so red and my friends going yo laugh his ass off im sooo#excited!!!!???!!!!!!?!!?!?!!!!!!!
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hey. um. i love him
#O_O i really love him#it's getting warmer every day and i can't draw him in a sweater for much longer#by the way. is this site going to. yknow. die#sigh........i kept telling myself I'd get better at it one day#kind of like the way i tell myself i can get together courage to speak up but i never do#using another website just sounds so depressing#im not good at social media. im tired of pretending like i can get good at it#but you can't even pretend like you can jump into a conversation if no one is having a conversation#i wanted to be part of a community here but i never could figure out what belonging looked like or how i could do it#and maybe it's my fundamental misunderstanding of that that prevents it but how can i understand it without experience#I'm so jealous of everyone who looks like they achieved what i couldn't even put my finger on. but since i didn't even understand it#i can't even be sure what exactly im jealous of#the other day i walked past a trio of friends and they had their arms around each other and were laughing as they walked#and i felt really strongly that even though I've always wanted a friend like that I'm actually fundamentally incompatible with that.#there's several reasons#but it made me feel really sad. but it made me feel a little better too. i guess it's really not my fault. maybe. i don't really know#in that moment it felt very much like something that was not my fault. and it was nice and sad at the same time#idk what's going to happen here. but one thing i know for sure is that i can have a happy tomorrow. no matter what#no matter what i have to give up on. i can find joy in other things. even in myself#and if there's one idea that he is about. it's that one
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Dabi is surprisingly a lightweight. You honestly would’ve never figured by looking at him, but as you think back on it, you’ve never really seen him drink a lot. Not when there were celebratory parties, or when things didn’t go right for him. It’s why you’re so shocked when you convince two shots into his system, why he suddenly looks so loose, why his grin splits so wide.
He’s a clinger, you’ve also learned as you’ve started observing the blue eyed man where he shoves his face into the crook of your neck. His body bends over almost uncomfortably to fit into the position, and you can’t help but flinch a little when his damp breath blows a quiet little raspberry on your flesh.
omg wait my favorite thought is of you not even necessarily being a heavyweight, you can just handle your liquor a little better than anyone expects. you love to knock back drink after drink, convince Dabi into some stupid competition that he falls for because he’s such a little nerd and secretly wants to impress you. he does it thinking you’ll be the drunk one first, the one hanging off of his arm and hopefully his dick by the end of the night.
it belatedly shocks him when it’s the exact opposite. when he’s slurring a little and smiling at you, when you watch him through low eyes with a wide grin, when he wraps himself around you like a python, when you shake his face gently as you squish his cheeks together in hand. he’s just so utterly obsessed with you in these moments, and maybe it’s the liquor in him, but he knows his lowered inhibitions are only bringing forth the feelings he’s always suppressed.
drunk sex with Dabi where he’s the one too loose limbed and limp and weak. he flops onto bed like some rag doll with his arms and legs spread wide, but he musters up enough strength to release the heavy weight of his cock from its confinements. doesn’t do much besides lift his head from the pillows with a point to his crotch and a lazy grin, an announcement of, go ahead and hop on already before he’s flopping back down again, ready to lay back and get fucked like how he knows he deserves.
#at first I wrote about him getting whisky dick and not even realizing it and being so embarrassed about it the next morning#but it made me laugh too hard and I was like#no one will enjoy that dude shut up AJSHDKDJDJD#but omg lightweight baby that can only cling to you and whine to go back to your room to fuck#only to pass out immediately on the bed lmfao#I love him I’m gonna str*ngle him so bad#anyway I finished all my work for the week and now I feel empty so I will be moving onto next weeks work tomorrow LOL NERD#but everything next week is simple too so why not get it out the way ya know????#after that I might sit down and actually write another fic since it’s been a little minute#everyone voted for therapist obsessed bkg next but I kinda wanna write something emotional for touya now lmfao#I’m becoming so obsessed with him and it HURTS!!!!!#I can only handle one ☝🏻 at a time or else I start getting the shakes#also omg my regular dr is making me go to the heart dr bc she said my anxiety worries her for my physical condition aksjdj embarrassing#okay bye I’m gonna read a little and sleep#—new treat in the streets! 🍫#dabi treats! 🍬#tw: alchohol mention
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FUCK
#i wanna scream in a forest#this is gonna be a rant post. just so you know.#last month i went out with a girl i met in the summer theatre course#we stayed outside wandering the city for hours#we talked about our lifes (jesus Christ we were getting to know each other? what else should we have talked about?)#she stopped texting me after that#(she had told me she had a great time. she thanked me for sharing my story)#i texted her today and told me how bad she actually felt after our meeting and that i am too negative for her#because we didn't joke or laugh#i do remember joking and laughing btw#and i get that we can't be liked by everyone but it was the first time in YEARS that i actually opened up to someone#and boy I'm so not taking this well#i was finally feeling good enough but now? now???#I'm trying not to take this too personal because she said 'i'm too sensitive for you' so this might be a problem of hers#even because. you know. it's not like my story is that bad. i just told her about m#my father and what's going on in my family right now which is just annoying yk? not traumatizing#but also. how is it that when i show my true self to someone no one seems to really like it?#do i have to keep pretending I'm someone else? now that i finally know who i am?#i did say I'm an ugly person didn't I#i was already stressed out about uni starting tomorrow#and now this#it will never get better will it#i will always be this messed up thing no one wants to deal with right?#fuck#i was trying to go to therapy less frequently but I definitely need it this week
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biting kicking screaming and refusing to let anyone make me feel bad or like a failure or like i'm losing something by turning thirty tomorrow
#i know they mean nothing by it but the way everyone acts like i'm burying who i am by leaving my twenties makes me tear my hair out#i try to be sympathetic because hey maybe they just feel like the second they left their twenties everything was over#but i'm trying to be optimistic and fight against everything else that's telling me life is over because i'm out of my twenties#and the people i care about laughing at me because i'm so silly and naive#because they know when i get older i'll mourn my youth the way they do but i'm determined to prove them wrong#anyway i'm turning thirty tomorrow. still writing mermaid fanfiction. still playing fallout. still crushing on guys with passionate gusto#i'm celebrating the fact that my twenties mostly sucked#and maybe my thirties will to but holy hell i am not going into them resenting something i literally can't stop#happy birthday to me and kevin mcdonald this is gonna be awesome
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me when i work from 9am-7pm nonstop and then work more from like 9pm-12:30am ♥️
#purrs#no one forced me to do it i did it on my own prerogative. but also the way that i still am going to be scrambling like a chicken with its he#head cut off tomorrow… and there is no reprieve or break in sight until may bc we work thru spring break ♥️ the way that having an extra#staff member on the team for the first time since july has actually not lessened our workload and has actually increased it in some ways ♥️#the way im so exhausted all the time but everyone wants to talk to us and wants us to do stuff but we cant do it bc there’s 4 of us and we d#don’t even have time to talk to each other like real human beings in the LITERAL center for talking to people like real human beings ♥️#delete later#you know what they say… live laugh love! 🤪
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^ nervous but excited
#the senior picnic is tomorrow and i’m genuinely looking forward to it#i’m also kinda scared shitless bc i am going to. ask someone out lmao#SCARED !!!!! i have literally never directly asked someone out with my words before#bc like. okay. when i was a kid and had my first crush#i told EVERYONE in the class except that kid. so eventually someone accidentally told him#since then i have sworn myself to secrecy with crushes. i tell my most trusted friends and NOBODY else#….iiiincluding the person i’m crushing on#i once wrote a note to a kid in middle school but 90% sure i was bearding so i don’t really count it#anyways point is i have liked this person like literally all year. and i do not know what i’m doing#i’ve done tarot readings. i’ve had dreams (they kissed me in my nap dream earlier it was O-O). like i am being given the green light#and i know if i DON’T say anything i’ll regret it#and worst case scenario it’ll be a lil awkward and then we’ll go back to being friends (they’re not an asshole and neither am i)#but i’m still so so so fucking nervous bc i’ve never done this before!!!! and it’s new and i’m not in control and idk what will happen like#at all#bc ok. i don’t think i’m definitely going to get rejected. but i also don’t think it’s definitely gonna be mutual yaknow???#bc i’ve been looking for signals. and i think there have been some????#i’m normally very good at knowing when ppl are flirting with me#but when i like the person i become COMPLETELY oblivious no matter how hard i try#i am fully unsure of how they feel about me#like offering to do heart hands with someone for a picture and regularly complimenting their hair and foot positioning and laughing at jokes#when nobody else does and and and#they do a bunch of shit like that! and it’s just like. they’re such an overall nice person that idk if they’re flirting w me#or if that’s just who they are. i do not know#ANYWAYS. i gotta go to bed so i’m well-rested and don’t chicken out#bc i will kick myself forever if i do#uhhhh#goodnight tumblr#wish me luck !! please i need it very badly
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ooo only so long now!!
#just me hi#i'm excited i'm stressed i'm happy i'm still kind of surprised#this is great!! :DD#11 hours and 30 minutes... hmmmgmgmmhm...#i'd like to believe i'll be a new person by tomorrow but that's silly#i'm the same as ever :3#//now i'm done with this one ref and i've gotta get started on the next#//oh and i finished pride and prejudice last night :>#it was fun it was nice#i was laughing and getting secondhand embarrassment for everyone involved but Woo lol#also finished sense and sensibility like a week ago. not many other notes!#i love awkward and quiet people. we are the same species hfvshvfj#i've already read emma so i guess i'll skip to the last book#we got this Thick book of jane austen and i'm just going though it slowly lol#usually i blast through stuff but it's not very exciting so i'm just strolling through hfhv :)#//oh also we went to a carnival#it was nice! it smelled so bad though i could Taste it and i almost died to it 👍 the experience was great :D#went on the Masher (some guitar thing that spun. i can't describe it any better) and it was probably the best thing there#i like getting flung in the air :D#oh and also got rotated Very Very fast. good stuff!#and everybody agreed the little ferris wheel was the best part so Lol#we walked in and the music at the entrance was SO LOUD i almost started laughing#which sounds odd but that's one of my stress responses so LLol#my earzzzz hfvbsh#i really really enjoyed getting spun tho!! and the brother i got paired with had the most stoic expression the whole time i was dying#laughing every time i looked at him hvfbhaj#//anyway ye gonna go!!#many things to do and so much time to waste!! toodles :DD
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why i love micky’s commentary on anything: 1. he tends to give the most insightful takes, and imparts the most pertinent information 2. he is fucking insane
#FINALLY!!! listened to his commentary on the frodis caper and DUDE HE FUCKING GOES FULL FORCE FROM THE GET GO#i was lAUGHING TOO HARD. like call me davy jones the way micky’s humour never fails to crack me up#ALSO TO ANYONE WHO HATES MICKY’S AD NASEUM JOKES/STORY FUCKING GROW UP AND LET LOVE WIN#SHE CAN MAKE THE I WAS SO YOUNG JOKE A MILLION MORE TIMES AND I WILL LAUGH EVERY. GOD DAMN. TIME#i’m going to try and post the rest of the highlights tomorrow so everyone can share in the joy that is the Monkees commentary 💖
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