#he gives good faaace!

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One episode in and Serendipity’s Embrace already got me! Eeee, I’m so excited!

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warm vanilla sugar.

Little Eddie and his mom, Elizabeth, bake Christmas cookies together.  [2k]

CW: tooth-rotting fluff, depictions of poverty, angst over paternal absence

December 24th 1971

Philadelphia Street was quiet on Christmas Eve. It was always pretty quiet in the dead of winter, especially once the sun went down. Nothing but the wind rustling through the glittering branches under the street lamps.  

But if you listened closely just outside the smallest house—the Munson’s house—there was music. There almost always was. Crackling and popping, the spinning record warmed the house with carols sung by Ella Fitzgerald this time. Tinsel glittered in the light of the colored bulbs on the little fake tree by the large front window. Behind the house there was a light as well, glowing warmly from the small kitchen window in front of the sink.

Perched on a chair at the counter with hands barely as big as the plastic cookie cutter, Eddie made his first big impression, stamping the dough in the shape of a snowman. He peeled it back with wondrous satisfaction, eagerly stamping another in the middle of the flour-dusted canvass, and another above it in frantic succession. 

“Easy there, big guy,” came a voice from beside him; warm and sweet like honey on toast. A pale hand blotched with green food coloring intercepted, lifting the plastic from the dough before Eddie could get his grips on it again. “Gotta keep ‘em close together, we’ll get more cookies that way,” Elizabeth said with a wink. “Like this.” Gingerly, she lined the snowman up beside one of its kin, upside down so that the large bottom tessellated snugly beside the top hat of the other. 

Sudden laughter erupted out of her son: bright, bubbling, and contagious. 

“What’re you gigglin’ about?” She punctuated the question with a teasing poke at his ribs.

Eddie pointed a trembling little finger at the scene, biting back his snicker enough for words to make it out. “His butt’s in his faaace!” He doubled over at his own joke, as if saying it out loud made it twice as funny. 

Elizabeth shook her head with a soft smirk at her son—the comedian—whose laughter was sweeter than any song she’d ever heard. His cheeks were pink from it, dimpled and squishy like the dough under her rolling pin. Tempting enough to take a bite. 

“What, like this?” She dove in, blowing raspberries against his chubby cheeks as he squirmed in her arms. His laughter erupted in squeals. “MmmooO—HAHA—mmmm!” Eddiesqueaked in a few gasps between laughs. It was a merciless onslaught; locked in a bear hug while fingers tickled his ribs. When Elizabeth was finally satisfied, she loosened her grip, pulling him into a hug with a soothing hand at his back to calm him down. 

Sucking in deep, ragged breaths, his chin nestled into her shoulder, into her long, strawberry blonde hair. She’d styled it extra today; half-up in a clip with those swooping curtain bangs framing her face. It was rare she had anywhere to be but at home, but that wouldn’t stop her from feeling like Bridgette Bardot on Christmas Eve. Hairspray was her secret weapon. It was cheap and always on hand. With it, she could transform into whoever she wanted. 

The scent of hairspray—of her—enveloped Eddie just like her arms. Warm like sheets freshly dried in the sun. More comforting than anything on Earth. Her hand rubbed loving circles into his green sweater while his own sticky fingers tangled into the oatmeal knit of hers. Finally Eddie let go, hands trailing the belt of her belled blue jeans as he steadied his stocking feet on the chair.

All calmed down, she nodded toward the cookie cutter. “Ok, go on and press it now.”

White plastic sunk into the dough, and Eddie beamed up at his mom with a smile that could outshine the moon, even with a few missing teeth.

“Good job! See it’s cold out there so they’ve gotta snuggle up real close to stay warm,” she said with a giggle, giving Eddie a side-squeeze. Before his hands could press another cookie, hers found the cuffs of his sleeves, rolling the flour and crumbs of dough caught in the knit up and away until they sat snugly below his elbows. “There you go, much better. Think you can handle it, big guy?” Elizabeth asked, turning back to her bowl of frosting on the counter. 

“Okay Mommy,” he said, gripping the back of the chair for balance before finding the cookie cutter again. With careful precision, he hovered the snowman over the dough close enough to touch mittens with the one beside it before pressing down. “Good job!” He heard her coo, and that was all he needed.

It was good to see him like this, so preoccupied with the project in front of him that he hadn’t even glanced at the front door. He’d been watching it a lot lately. Even more as the days grew closer to the big one. Green blotches of food coloring stretched into trails beneath Elizabeth’s spatula as she blended the dye into the crisco and margarine mixture, tucking the metal bowl against her chest for leverage. When blended to a smooth, pale green, she set it beside the red and white ones. Sighing sharply, she glanced over her shoulder at the porch light shining through the glass. Still no shadow, no sound of heavy boots. Only the crooning of Ella Fitzgerald, swinging along with her band to “Sleigh Ride” in the living room.

“I goooot it!” Eddie chirped proudly, holding up a snowman by the hat in his small fist as its doughy body drooped towards the floor. 

“Oh sweetie! Here, let’s get a pan.” Rushing to the oven, she snatched a well-loved baking sheet from atop the burners, pivoting to bring it under Eddie’s outstretched arm just in time. The dough hit the pan with a dull thud. The snowballs had stretched to droopy ovals, twice as long as all the others. Tiny grip marks dented the hat. Eddie—proud creator—beamed down upon its gooey form. 

“Oh wow, he’s—he’s a very tall snowman now!” Elizabeth exclaimed, sealing her snicker behind her twitching pink lips. She set the pan down in front of her mixing bowls. “Here, let me show you a trick, watch this.” Coming up behind him, she reached around his shoulder to pinch a corner of the dough. With a slow, upward pull, it became lace, leaving only the snowmen scattered on the large wooden cutting board. “See, like magic!”

And it was. Magic to see those umber saucers filled with wonder, to see her own eyes reflected back. But it wasn’t long before his tiny hands grew eager again, grabbing at a doughy body. “Woah—woah,” she clasped his wrist and his clutch slowly released. “We’re gonna use a spatula this time ok? It’ll be safer that way.” For the snowmen.

The oven was already warm. It had been for an hour now, just warming up the kitchen. Cookies were a great excuse for that. Sometimes in the dead of winter, when cold crept in through the single pane windows, Elizabeth would light up the old Magic Chef and leave the thick, enamel door hanging open. It would warm the whole kitchen, living room too. Sometimes she and Eddie would pull up chairs, wrap themselves in blankets, and pretend like they were roasting marshmallows. Cranking the thermostat was too expensive, but they could afford a fantasy.

Snowman cookies went in the oven this time, and by the time they came out, Eddie had a whole batch of Christmas trees ready to go. Steam rose from the snowmen as they cooled on the rack, and Elizabeth rolled out the dough for the Santa ones next. Even in the warmer-than-usual kitchen, it didn’t take long before the snowmen were cool enough to frost. 

Eddie was ready, holding the loaded butterknife tight in his grip. It descended with a plop on a snowman, and a haphazard jerking of the knife left it thick on the bottom and thin on the top. Eddie picked it up, poking out his tongue in concentration as he tried his best to spread it, but the pressure from the knife snapped the head clean off. It fell to the cutting board with a clatter of crumbs. “Noooo!” he wailed.

Elizabeth tossed her head back with a chuckle as sweet as molasses. “Some must be sacrificed,” she said with a wink, picking up the head. Gently, she took the butterknife out of his grip, grabbing a dollop of frosting from the bowl before giving it a generous smear. She handed it to Eddie. “Guess we’re gonna have to eat ‘im, huh?”

He didn’t waste a beat, stuffing it into his mouth in one eager bite. His crumb-dusted smile was enough to warm the whole house. Leaning against the counter with a soft chuckle, Elizabeth took a bite of the body. It was still a little warm, the dough flaking ever so slightly beneath the glob of sweet vanilla that her teeth left marks in. Grabbing her half-full coffee mug from beside a dirty mixing bowl, she chased it with a cold sip. “How ‘bout I frost and you decorate, big guy?”

Eddie was happy to do anything that involved sugar. Happy to lick it off his fingers, happy to bury his hands in the sprinkles—transferred to bowls for more accurate decorating after the plastic shakers left more on the tray than the cookies. Still, Eddie was more than generous, grabbing handfuls and releasing them in hills atop the frosting. 

“Mommy you think Santa’s gonna see my list?” Santa and list were challenging words without front teeth, but he managed. 

She paused as a sinking feeling crept into her stomach. Staring down at the long, half-frosted snowman in her hands—darker than the others and fragile due to its thinness—she took a deep breath before answering. “Yes baby, it’s right on the coffee table.”

Rainbow sprinkles clung to his fingers as he released another pile, leaving behind colored dots on his palms. “We’re gonna have to give him extra cookies so he brings everything.”

Twinging, she glanced at the door. “Baby, you know sometimes Santa and his elves get real busy and gotta make sure they have enough presents for everybody. Means he can only pick one or two things from each person’s list, you see.” Let alone a whole dang person. 

Eddie frowned, gnawing his lip as he stared down at all his hard work. “But he’s magic.”

Elizabeth set down the cookie, folding her arms across her well-worn floral apron with a heavy sigh. “I know, baby.” But he don’t work miracles. Staring into the bowl of frosting, her mind drifted back to the bedroom closet where two wrapped gifts lay tucked away. On the shelf above the coat rack was a dwindling bundle of cash in a brown paper bag. It was all Al had left behind three months ago when he said he’d be gone only one. She’d made it stretch, but barely. Elizabeth Munson wasn’t going to let that dampen the occasion though. Not today, not ever. Brightening her eyes, she turned to face her son. “But you know what? Christmas is really ‘bout appreciating what you got already.”

Eddie looked down at the snowmen, at their white bellies full of rainbow sprinkles. A few sprinkles dropped from his sticky palms as his shoulders began to slump, but suddenly a finger lifted his chin; soft as a peach and blotted with green food coloring. Suddenly he was staring into his favorite set of eyes, warmer than Tennessee whiskey. 

Elizabeth cupped his sweet face, rubbing her thumbs along the apples of his cheeks. “You know what I appreciate?” 

“Wha-?” was all he could mumble from between her palms.

“You.” She planted a big kiss on his forehead. 

Her smile was infectious, and before Eddie knew it, one was cracking across his face too—crooked and toothless. His sticky fingers found her wrists, lowering them softly to free his cheeks. He had something important to say. “I ‘preciate you too Mommy.”

Elizabeth Munson had a smile like the sun; radiant and warm even on the coldest days. Because when Elizabeth Munson was happy, the whole entire world was happy. 

And Eddie was no exception.

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A/N: I might have gone through half a box of tissues to bring you this.

I might do more little vignettes like this. I just love Elizabeth Munson so much and it was really fun to develop her character more and give her a sweet moment with her boy.

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Drunk In Love

My first ATJ One Shot ❤️ I am manifesting for him to leave grandmama soon 🙄 Anyway, Enjoy ❤️💋

Side note: Yes this is based off of Beyoncé’s song. If youn’ like it, kick rocks barefoot ion care. 🐝

I do not give anyone consent to copy, repost and/or translate my work!!!

Warning 18+: SMUT‼️ Intoxicated Sex , Masturbation (Male Receiving) , Oral Sex (Male Receiving) , Doggy Style , Public Sex , Dirty Talk .

Pairing: Aaron Taylor-Johnson x Kensley (Black!Plus Size Female)

Description: A Drunk lovebirds have a little fun in the men’s restroom.

Word Count: 3.8K

Song: Drunk In Love by Beyoncé ft. Jay-Z

She stood in front of the mirror, with the sink held tightly in her grasp to keep her balance. Just a few minutes before, she had emptied all the contents in her stomach due to her excessive drinking. She was such a fool, listening to her boyfriend. She was just trying to play his game and prove a point that she could hang with him when it came to throwing back a bottle.

But he proved her wrong, as he often did.

Sniffing hard and clearing the disgust that sat in the back of her throat, she spit the taste of barf into the sink and turned on the faucet. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

‘Kensley? You good in there baby?’ He shouted over the booming music outside, knocking on the door.

She kind of wanted to tell him the truth. Tell him that this was all a bad idea and that he won this open bet. But she had her wits about her, even though she was still somewhat drunk. How would he know?

‘I-I’m fine Aaron-’ She hiccuped before her body shuddered at the familiar queasiness. ‘I’m OK baby! I’m just f-fixing myyyy make upppp!’ She said in a slurred manner.

And that she did. She pulled out her lash spoolie and fluffed them out before going over her pretty lips with brown liner and clear lip gloss. To seal the deal, she popped some tic-tacs in her mouth to combat the awful smell of tacos she’d regurgitated just a few minutes before.

‘Hurrry up sexy! I miss yooou!’ Aaron whined on the other side of the door.

A silly drunken grin spread across her face before she carefully pushed herself from the aid of the counter. Kensley stood there for a moment as her world danced around her violently. She groaned in despair, ‘Focus… just… walk.’

That should be easy right?

Putting one step of the other, she didn’t realize that she was walking in this awkward flamingo-like way. Had anyone else been in that bathroom they’d call her out for looking stupid as hell. But when she made it to the door, she sighed in relief before allowing her body weight to push it open.

On the other side of the door, was her hunk of a boyfriend, Aaron. He was leaning up tall against the wall with heavy, dark blue dilated eyes. When he laid his eyes on her, a sinister grin graced his face; revealing the fangs his smile possessed. The red lighting in the bar caused him to look more like the devil himself.

She’d even almost mistaken his curls for horns.

‘Theeeere you arrre, princess.’ He purred as she damn near stumbled into his arms. His large hands instantly grabbed her rounded face and brought her face up to his to meet him in a disgusting kiss. Their mouths were wide open for their tongues to explore and make room. She moaned into his mouth as her hands wrapped around his wrists for stability. Otherwise, they’d both be on the floor.

Gently pulling away with her lip gloss and liner completely ruined and now plastered on his face, a whiny giggle came from her lips.

‘Mmm.. I taste those tacos from earlier… and a shit ton of tequila… you did it—’ Damn that voice was making her weak in the knees already! ‘Didn’t you?’ Her face was still in his hands.

An exaggerated gasp slipped from her lips and she instantly clutched her chest. ‘Diiiid whaaaah? I wen’ to freshen uppp, Aaron. I had to peeee.’ She lied, running her tongue over her lips. ‘You have my lip gloss on your faaace.’ She giggled and reached up to rub the sticky substance off of his clean shaven face.

Aaron never let go of his hold but instead leaned in closer and did a close examination on her big brown eyes that were shining in the red hue. He glared into them, searching for a sign. And as soon as she shaky pupils glanced to the left, he let out a loud yelp.

‘AH!’

The outburst scared the shit out of her. ‘Aaron!’ Kensley snatched her body away from him and hit him with her crossbody purse. ‘You scared me!’

‘I knew it! I fucking knew you were in there puking your little heart out! Face it my little deceiver– you can’t hang with meee.’

Kensley did her damndest to hold her weight up. She folded her arms across her chest as her heavy head fell to the side, ‘How you’know?’

‘You think your tic-tacs are doing enough justice? You know I’m good with my tongue.’ He smirked.

That he was.

His large hand instantly grabbed hers out of her fold and gently pulled her into his embrace. ‘Are you gonna give up now?’ His free hand went behind her and grabbed a handful of her ass; his fingertips slightly teasing at the silky thong that protected her pretty pussy.

She whined at his delicious hold and brought her bottom lip between her teeth, ‘Wha do I get if I give up? I’m not a quit-ter!’

He glanced to the side in thought before his face scrunched up in a playful manner, ‘Baby you already lost the bet. It’s not up to you about what you get now.’

Kensley rolled her eyes so hard she thought they’d never stop rolling! She reached up to rub her eyes with her fists, completely disregarding her lashes. Even after that, her eyes still had trouble focusing on the man in front of her. ‘Wha do you get then?’ She pouted.

Aaron raised a brow as he sucked his lips into his mouth, sizing his woman before him. ‘I can think of a few things.’ He leaned down to whisper in her ear, ‘If you’re up for it.’

I've been drinkin', I've been drinkin'.

I get filthy when that liquor get into me

I've been thinkin', I've been thinkin'

Why can't I keep my fingers off it?

Baby, I want you, na-na

Why can't I keep my fingers off you?

Baby, I want you, na-na.

There it was again, another fucking bet. She wasn’t about to lose this one. It didn’t matter what great lengths she had to go. She was going to make him eat his words.

‘Another bet babyyy?’ She groaned and rolled her eyes again, this time a little softer. ‘Wha is ih?’

That same dark smile returned to his face and his gaze darkened once more. If he’d been a stranger, she was sure he would've freaked her out. But she always gave into that glare. She could’ve been in the middle of saving the world but that look always sparked something deep within her that she could never control around him.

He took her small hand and guided it down to the zipper of his jeans and palmed it there. He was semi-hard. A warning or a welcome?.

A childish gasp came from her chest as she covered her lips with her free hand and looked around in worry. ‘Aaron! Here? Now?’ But that didn’t stop her from squeezing it gently in her grasp.

Letting out a quiet hiss, he licked his lips and groaned softly, ‘Of course not here baby…’ He turned his head towards the men’s room and jerked it towards the door.

It was in this moment where Kensley was sure she was sober as hell. ‘But there's nothing but men in here babe. What if someone hears us?’

There were only a handful of chicks in this bar and all were way too wasted to even get up and go pee. Anyone would think to go into the women’s bathroom but no, Aaron had other ideas.

‘And if they do? So?’

Her mouth fell slightly to speak but she was too stunned! She couldn’t lie, she was pretty turned on right now. ‘OK wha-’

Aaron let out a loud huff and scooped her up with his arms beneath her ass.

Kensley squeaked as she felt herself being lifted up in the air without her own accord. Her crazed drunken eyes searched the room to see if anyone was watching this but nope. They were too involved in their conversations, the music and drinks.

He kicked the swing door open. She was met with the strong stench of piss and the same eerie red lighting. He carried her all the way to the handicap stall where he knew they’d be able to utilize the space there better. Then, he gracefully placed her down before she regained her balance in her spaghetti strapped heels. He turned to pull the stall door close and locked it.

We be all night

Last thing I remember

Is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club

Drunk in love

We Be ALL NIGHT!

Only the sound of speakers bamming against the walls could be heard in the restroom. Other than that, pure silence between the two.

Turning around to face her, she instantly froze in his gaze. He eyed her like a piece of meat and honestly, she was feeling that. The desire to feel like prey instead of the predator for once. His bright blue eyes began to journey from her gorgeous face, to her breast, chubby torso, those widened hips, those yummy thighs, her legs and finally her toes.

Kensley squeezed her thighs together.

‘I knew this dress would be a bad idea.’ she giggled drunkenly and took a step back as he took a step forward. It was a black short bodycon that was cut low at the cleavage to reveal the peaks and valleys of her supple breasts.

There was no way he’d be able to resist her all night with this on.

Then I fill the tub up halfway

Then ride it with my surfboard

Surfboard, surfboard

Grainin' on that wood, grainin'-grainin' on that wood

I'm swervin' on that, swervin'-swervin' on that,

Big body been servin' all this

Swerve, surfin' all in this good-good (Hahaha)

‘Oh? Is that so?’ He asked as he began to undo his belt.

‘Ye-yeah!’ She swallowed as she did her best to play her part and not giggle. ‘I mean look at you… You’re a mess!’

A scoff rumbled in his chest as he took another step forward. ‘Not as messy as you’re going to be.’

‘Aaroonnn!’ She whined once more.

‘Mmm. Keep saying my name like that baby.’ He hissed at her as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

She glanced down to see his now very hard member being held by the prison of his pants and boxers. She shuddered, stepping back once again but this time squeezing her thighs together as she did so to ease that tingling between her thighs.

‘Aarooon.’ She purred out.

He let out a gentle groan and stopped in his tracks. His head fell to the side before bringing up his hand and motioning his index finger towards himself.

At his command, her legs moved before her brain could process it. Sounds of her heels clicked upon the tiled floor, closing in that space between them both. One hand reached up to grab the side of her face while the other gently wrapped around her throat.

He forced her gaze on his. Aaron leaned in, his pointy nose grazing over her wide one as his eyes glanced down to her parted lips. They looked so damn soft. Still somewhat sticky from all the kisses and the lip gloss. He wanted more. So he obliged.

I want your body right here.

Daddy, I want you right now.

Can't keep your eyes off my fatty.

Daddy, I want you.

Kensley didn’t fight him one bit. She loved the slow burn when it came to their sex. Her lips burned with a fever that could only be cured by the taste of his. And when their lips finally met, she damn near melted in his hold. She hummed against his tongue as she reached down between the both of them and peeled the hem of his boxers down along with his jeans.

She didn’t hesitate to grab the warm member that instantly heated up her palm and began to massage it slowly.

Aaron ripped his lips away before letting out a shuddered ‘Ohh.’ And resting his forehead against hers. ‘Fuck.’ He begged.

Her grip on his tightened a little further as she pushed and pulled at him. Then, she used her other hand to grab his droopy balls. He tensed up at the sudden sensitivity, causing his grip around his throat to tighten just a little. She didn’t mind though, in fact, it only encouraged her to kick it up a notch.

Pulling her hands away, she backed up from his grip gently and placed a teasing peck beneath his jaw line before dropping to her knees. His gaze followed her every movement. A small smirk quivered on his face as she made herself comfortable on that floor. He watched as she strategically pulled her goddess braids up into a ponytail. The man was practically going nuts with the thought of feeling her hot mouth.

Once done, he watched her place kisses over his thighs before using the flattening of her tongue to lick from beneath his balls and then up his uncut shaft. ‘Aah.’ Aaron sighed out as his pretty blue eyes fluttered close and his head fell back.

‘Jeez—‘ he sputtered

She didn’t take her time tonight. She instantly wrapped around the tip of his dick and began to suck as if her life was on the line. The taste of saltiness tickled at her tastebuds. He never tasted so damn good.

Eyes rolling to the back of his head, he let out a string of curse words while the love of his life devoured him whole. Bobbing her head up and down as she fumbled and toyed with his balls, just edging him on further. Every once in a while, Kensley would force him to the back of her throat gargle her throat and gag up for him.

At this point, Aaron was a moaning, shaky mess. And she was covered in her own slimy sticky spit. Grabbing her ponytail tightly, ‘Hold still baby. Fuck!’ he began to thrust his hips forward into her mouth as she stared up at him with those pretty full lashes. ‘Fuuuck baby I love that pretty mouth.’ He groaned before he stilled his hips where his full length was almost all the way down her throat.

‘Augh, that’s my girl! Ooh shit!’ He praised as she held it there for a moment longer than she pleased. But she learned to breathe with her nose. But it didn’t stop her eyes from tearing up. Finally, she pressed her hands against his thighs and he retreated his hips. ‘Goddammit baby.’

Before standing up, she spit her sticky saliva back on his fully erected dick. With the rest of it dribbling and bubbling down her chin and breasts, she giggled happily as her man planted wet kisses at the nape of her neck and her cleavage. Kensley whimpered softly as he sank his teeth into her brown skin without warning. ‘Aaron.’

He let out a guttural growl before turning her around so damn fast she almost lost her footing. His lips returned to her neck and shoulder as he began to lift the hem of her dress gently before curling his fingers into the hips of her thong and tugging it down gently.

‘Wall. Now.’

Without a rebuttal, she quickly waddled over to the stall wall with her panties wrapped around her thick thighs. Aaron motioned his finger in a circular motion for her to face the wall. Thus, exposing that voluptuous ass of hers. So round, wide and adorned with dimples. Another shudder rumbled in his throat as he reached down to stroke at his erected dick. He watched as she swayed her hips, and bounce her ass for him.

‘Good lord baby.’ he walked up behind her, letting out a deep breath against her neck. ‘You’re going to drive me fucking up a wall one day with all this ass.’ He landed a smack against it, earning a pleasured screech from her lips.

‘Well what are you gonna do with all of it until then?’ Kensley purred.

‘What any man does when they love their woman– breed it!’

Her silly grin never faded as he used his foot to spread her ankles a little bit more. Adjusting his hips and having to squat a little because of his extreme height, Aaron gently arched her up against the wall before effortlessly finding her sticky slit and sliding in.

The couple let out a pleasured groan in sync.

Aaron teasingly thrusted his hips forward, sinking deeper and deeper into her. She threw her head back, nails clawed into the black stall as he reached around her and pulled her tits out the low-cut of her dress.

Once he was as far as he could go, he pulled his hips away gently only to slam them back into her once again. This earned him a high pitched gasp as his large hands began to fondle her breasts then, bringing her hardened nipples between his finger tips.

‘Ooooh ahhh!’ She crooned out.

‘Ooh don’t whine baby. Daddy’s got you.’ He growled in her ear before biting at the cartilage gently and thrusting his hips a little faster now to create friction with his rhythm.

It didn’t take Aaron long to start railing her the way he desired. His hands had long moved from her precious breasts to her waist where she had bent over a little further so he could get the perfect view. Thumbing those cute little dimples in her lower back. Any tighter on his hold and he’d inflict pain on her pretty brown skin.

His eyes furrowed as his lips parted, ‘Hooo fuck baby damn, i love that pussy!’

‘Fuuuck, this pussy loves you too big daddy! Oh, yes yes! Fuck me just like that! Aah!’ She held on nice and tight to that stall wall as he ravaged her from behind and took what belonged to him.

But it wasn't enough for Aaron to have her begging and pleading, no he had to break her down and build her back again. He had to tease her.

He retracted his hips, pulling his dick out with a desperate hiss.

‘Oh no,’ Kensley whined out, ‘Not this again!’

Aaron chuckled darkly and nodded, ‘Yes this again mama.’ He slammed right back inside of her nice and deep before pulling back out again. His notorious act in the bedroom.

‘Augh!’

‘I know baby, I know.’ He almost sounded empathetic. But when he did this over and over again, it didn’t take her long to unravel in his hold. He reached down between her thighs and began to toy with her erected nub.

Her knees buckled and she let out a loud yelp, ‘Aaarh! Fuck me, Aaron! You’re gonna make me cum!’ She was so overcome with pleasure she just didn't know what to do with her legs. So she found herself rubbing her feet against his legs and stomping them about.

‘That’s it baby! Fuck you’re so fucking sexy. Look at me while you cum. Look at daddy!’ He grabbed a fistful of her braids and tugged her hair back and began to ram his hips into her even faster. Even harder.

‘OoooooOOOOH! GOD!! DAMMIT!’ She wailed as she stared up at him, tears filling her eyes as if she saw heaven itself.

‘Urgh! Fuuu—‘ he groaned out as he pressed on. He wasn’t through with her yet. He wanted her to come out of here with a little piece of him. Or maybe thousands. ‘Shit!’ He hissed before landing another slap against her ass.

Too deep in heavenly pleasure, Kensley was unable to feel the sting this time. Her eyes began to roll as he rolled his hips into her once more, hitting a new angle that could instantly send her spiraling once more. It felt like an erotic itch that was being scratched with pressure.

‘Aaron! Yes! Please don’t stop! Please fucking—urghhhh ahhh! Mmmm!’ One would’ve thought she was in pain but it was so far from that.

‘You like that?’

As if she weren’t dizzy enough from her intoxication, he was fucking her into oblivion. ‘Fucking God yes!’

Aaron chuckled as he grabbed her arms and held them tight, pressing her firm against the stall divider. He went faster, harder; balls violently slapping her clit and taking place of where his fingers once were.

‘Uhhh baby. Shit, Kensley I’m gonna cum—baby! Haaa.‘ Aaron announced as chills slipped up and down her spine. ‘Kensley—‘

Suddenly, someone stumbled into the restroom loudly and drunkenly singing whatever was now playing on the karaoke machine.

Instinctively, Aaron reached down and placed his hand on her mouth. But just because they were restricted from making any noise, didn’t mean he was going to stop. Hell, he was almost done!

If anything, being forced to shut up while her lover fucked her brains out tickled her fancy quite well.

Kensley looked back as Aaron’s thrusts became rugged. His face was contorted in something much more beautiful. His mouth had fallen agape, cheeks reddened, and nose flaring. His thick brows pulled into one as his hips came to a halt.

With each throb, Kensley could feel that sensitive and tense muscle stretch her out; sending long rich ropes of his cum right against her cervix.

His chest heaved, tightened as it rose and fell. A harsh, ‘Mmmpff! Goood—!’ Slipped from his lips.

The drunken individual continued to loudly sing, as they took a piss.

Pulling her hips away, she stood up straight and turned around to face him before bringing his face down into a sweet kiss.

Once the pair had gotten themselves cleaned up, they walked out of the stall together where they were instantly greeted by the drunken guest.

They were now sober as hell.

‘Aye! Wh— yall doin’ in that stall? Were yall.. fugggin’?’ The man laughed.

Aaron made a face and glanced down at Kensley before grabbing her hand. Instead of entertaining the drunk, the couple just walked around him and headed for the door.

‘Oooooh! Yall wer fuggginnn! Dass naistyyy!’ The man exclaimed as they walked out of the restroom.

The couple found their table and went to the dance floor to enjoy the music. Aaron leaned down to whisper in her ear, ‘How’s my kids holding up?’ He smirked.

Kensley giggled, ‘Fine I would assume. I haven’t felt any trying to escape yet so I think we’re in the clear.’

‘Good. Be prepared for when we make it back to the hotel because we’ll all night.’

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

Does Somebody Need A Hug?

Summary: Two gets a taste of his own tickle hug game.

(Don't know if anyone will get the title reference ❤️:) But I'm hoping you guys enjoy! ❤️:))

"Come on Two. It's just a huuug."

The eldest held out a hand as he continued backing away. "No ihits nohot!"

One grinned. "But yohou ahalwahays love giving mehe huhugs."

"Whihich ihis why you neheed to stahay ohover there!"

As One continued following the eldest around the room, Three poked his head out of one of the downstairs rooms. "What are you two up to?"

"Three! Two wohon't gihive me a huhug."

Two could feel the grin growing across Three's face. "Shut ihit yohou!"

"I wasn't saying anythihing."

The eldest used his other hand to point at his middle brother. "Yohou're thinking ihit!"

"Oh come on Dohos. Lohook ahat his little faaace. He's going to be soho sad if you don't give him a huuug."

As if on cue, One poked out his bottom lip and gave his best puppy dog eyes. "Please?"

Two felt his resolve crumble. He had a weak spot for those eyes.

And it wasn't helping that his annoying middle brother was grinning behind the youngest while also motioning to him.

"Fine." Two opened up his arms. "Get over here."

Immediately, One glued himself to the eldest. A small smile pulled up the corners of Two's mouth as he wrapped his arms around Peter One. He really needed a hug today.

"Aww." Three cooed followed by a click. "Aren't you two the most adorable thing ever?"

In true mature form, Two stuck his tongue out at the middle Peter and his phone. However, in true Peter Parker hug form, spidering fingers began to make their way up his back.

"No!" Two reached behind him in an effort to grab those hands. "Dohont yohou dahare!"

One giggled. "What's wrohong big brohother ohof mihine?"

Curse Spiderman's spider strength! Two thought as he squirmed. Of course, one good squeeze to the little stinker's side would have him free in no time.

"Your muscles ahare really tehense Two." One massaged a spot under Two's shoulder blade. "Mahaybehe yohou need aha massage."

The eldest shrieked. "NOHO!"

"Good job helping him destress Uhuno!" Three encouraged followed by another click. "Look how much he loves you!"

"SHUU---SHUUUHUHU---!"

"Hehe's speheeclehess," One teased.

Two buried his beet red face in One's shoulder as he felt those fingers creep further and further up.

"Aww, hehes hidihing."

A loud squeak slipped out and Two's shoulders turtled up to his ears. "JERK!"

"What was thahat?" One gently squeezed on the back of Two's neck. "Cohouldn't hehear you throhough my shouldeher."

The eldest snorted.

Another click came from Three. If Two wasn't positively melting he would have sent his other younger brother a glare. He wasn't embarrassed by the photos. He had a bunch of his own from tickle fights and other cute moments in the past.

It just made him so flustered!

Then One's fingers came in contact with his ears and he was a complete snorting puddle of hand flapping goo in his baby brother's arms.

"Ahaww." The little stinker used one hand to pinch his exposed cheek. "Sohomeohone's enjoyihing theheir ticklehels."

A snicker followed by another click came next.

If Two wasn't preoccupied, the middle brother would have a web to the face.

"Hey Twoooo!" One shifted closer.

"WHAHAT!"

The youngest began to whisper nonsense into his ear.

With a squeal, Two's knees buckled. He would have fallen to the ground if his bugger of a little brother wasn't holding him upright.

Then a third hand ruffled his hair. "Isn't he just thehe cutest?"

"Ahabsoloutelyhy adohorahable Threhee."

By now, the eldest's entire face was a solid mass of red and his hands were stimming like crazy. It was rare for the younger two to fluster him since he would normally retort back. He would have them red before they have a blush forming on his cheeks. Being an older brother had it perks.

Now here he was blushing into One's shoulder just like the younger two normally were into his.

With a truly devious smirk, the youngest then quickly blew a raspberry into Two's neck.

"NAAAAHAHA!" The eldest snorted. "OHONE!"

A stream of bubbly giggles followed. "Nohot ahas good ahas yohours thohough."

Only Peter 1 would find a way to compliment the oldest Peter while also tickling him to death.

While Two recovered from the attack, Three chuckled again. "Ihi thihink he needs aha break Unoho."

"Yehes! Plehease!"

The youngest helped him back onto his feet. "Okahay ohokay."

Two started rocking as he calmed. He also fake pouted at the youngest. "Yohoure soho mehehean."

"But we never gehet toho hear you lahaugh!" One twirled a curl around his finger. "Pluhus, you kinda looked lihike you needed a cuddly ticklehel."

Even though his flushed face had faded a bit, it immediately reflamed at One's observation. However, he couldn't wipe off the blush off his cheeks and the smile forming on his lips.

"He can be flustehered," Three teased while snapping another picture.

Two growled. "That's it!"

A moment later, both Peter 3 and Peter 1 were down on the floor.

"C'mere yohou twoho!" The eldest pinned them both side by side before digging into random tickle spots. "Now ihit's your turns! Ahand Ihim planning on taking myhy sweet time wihith you two adorable little brohos. Yes Ihi will! Yehes I will!"

Both flaming faces reminded him once again that there were perks to being the oldest brother. Even if he was the ticklee sometimes.

[selfshippinglover]

all of the ♡ valentine’s day self ship ask game ♡ with actor as well >:3c ~ @soft-f1sh-yearnings

Thankl yoooou Oodles!! I shall >:33

bastard time beloooow~

adoration — how would your f/o speak about you to someone else?

He talks about me upppp and doooown! Let him talk and he will TALK <3

be mine — how would they react to you flirting with them, do they get flustered? flirt back?

He’d be alll over that! You think you can flirt better than he can? ha! don’t be ridiculous. He then spends the rest of the day making it MY PROBLEM AFSKGJKHGSJ

bouquet — what’s their favorite flower and why?

Oh, he’s always been a classic red rose fan! Love, devotion, anger, his general color of choice! What better than the color of adoration~

crush — when did your f/o realize their feelings for you? how did they deal with those feelings?

There had been something like feelings there in childhood and even through high school but they died down once he met Celine. He was drawn to her fire and passion. He starts to realize that he still felt something when I drunkenly confess to him late one night at one his parties. As Celine starts to drift and his fears that she wants to leave him become fact, he falls even farther under the guise of heartache and drunken stares across the darkened halls of the mansion. He was generally flirty just like always but more touchy, a bit more open. Really, he didn’t handle them well because of everything else happening at the time.

confession — how’d the confession happen, and looking back on it, what are your (and f/o’s) thoughts abt how you both were back then?

Soooooo, I am the one that ends up confessing to him under starlight in a haze of drunken emotion. I mistake him for Damian and ask him if i can vent for a moment. “Damian” agrees and this leads to a bit of longing and guilt and god the LONGING. Her eyes are so full of love and lust and every emotion. She casually says how even though it’s cheesy she’s always thought of him as the brightest shining star, That nothing even compares to the glow that he gives off. That passion, that fire. There’s just no one else like him not in the whole universe.

Actor tells her that he actually drunkenly confessed to him rather than talking to Damian as she had originally thought somewhere in his drunken depression. Despite his feelings for Celine, he felt something soft and warm and light for the first time in what seemed like forever when she said that to him. He says that he feels the same. That marrying Celine was a mistake and he wants to make it up to her.....(she didn’t believe he had feelings since he was drunk and depressed and desperate but yanno)

Christ it was all a mess and sure does read like it. Still, something did come out of it in the end.

darling — what outfits would you both wear on a date? feel free to show pics!

Ya’ll know how Mark is. Fancy suits, red dresses, anything red and eye catching!

He insists on sharing his fancier outfits with me so for him I’d be more prone to dressing up! Mostly dresses and accessories! Catch me wearing black dresses with red accents <333

date night — describe your ideal date with them! spare no expense, realism to the wind, what’s your dream outing?

mark already owns a mansion anddd millions so we can already go wherever we want lmao. My favorite will always be days spent at home alone, just the two of us. where only I have his attention~

hand holding — how are they with physical affection? who initiates it first?

Very affectionate!!Though he’s like that generally he’s extra attached to me and if anyone shows me that kind of attention ooohh buddy he’s gonna rub the fact that we’re together in their faaace

hugs — are you and f/o affectionate / open about your relationship in public?

Mark is nothing if not a show off...and I fall into that place too. He’d scream about me to the world if I’d let him lol

love letters — are they good at expressing how they feel? what’s their best way of letting you know they love you?

He’s a whiny little drama queen, when he’s upset the whole world knows lol

Really he rants to me about anything and everything that upsets him. Hell, I’m the first or second person he goes to so I always knoooww

smitten — was it easy for the people around you and f/o to figure out you liked each other? did they get involved in you getting together at all?

SO EASY OMG EVERYONE KNEW I WAS SMITTEN FOR HIM EVERYONE!! THEY WOULD TRY BRO BEFORE CELINE

soulmates — do you believe in soulmates? what about your f/o? did that change for either of you when you met each other?

Mark believes in soulmates wholeheartedly!! Though with everything that happened with his ex it’s less the kind of faith a child carries and more cautious.

I think of soulmates more as a fun story idea than anything else

sweets — what’s their favorite valentines-esque food? (think anything you’d get in that seasonal aisle at the grocery store!)

RED VELVET!! PLEASE HE WILL EAT ANYTHING RED VELVET!!

valentine — gush about your valentine! ^^

j-just uhhh, f-feeling th-things thinking about him uhhh d-drunkenly flirty while I try very hard to not melt into each and every thing eh does m-makes me very soft =//////=

[gotham]

I HAVE LOKI THOUGHTS AND I NEED SOMEWHERE TO VENT THEM

ok so after hearing yesterday that loki wouldn’t be in thor love and thunder and tom saying there wasn’t anywhere else to take the brother’s story (tom, please look at ao3 and know thousands of people disagree w/ u there) i was kinda nervous about this show, as loki removed from his issues w/ his family just isn’t loki. this 2012!loki is still reeling from the fact his big tantrum to get attention from his family failed, he is the most in his feelings about them he’s ever been! how do you move past that?

well, turns out you don’t. the show literally had loki sitting down and confronting exactly what his fucking baggage is. its a rare thing for a character to have a crash course in their own character development and it, strangely, actually working as a narrative and as a lesson, but i guess loki, whose perpetual doom was always an inevitability even if he didn't realise it, is the one character it could work for. how many times in the comics has loki been confronted w/ the fact he is trapped in the role of villain and only a broken surface to reflect thor’s greatness? but now suddenly loki gets a chance to side step all that messiness and chose to be better for his own sake and his family’s. will he be successful? odds are he wont, as there’s never been a loki that could but i’m stoked to see him fail with style (that multiverse isn’t going to break itself).

as for the actual family confrontation, thank FUCK they actually addressed his resolution with thor. i was so nervous as they kept showing clips carefully avoiding showing thor and was like “could they not afford even hems’ face??” but turns out there were saving it for the big guns (“loki i thought the world of you” “if you were here i’d give you a hug”) LOKI’S FUCKING FAAACE!! it was like it was the only thing he’d ever wanted to hear! it’s rly something for the “he just needs a hug to fix him” discourse to be proven right after 10 years but i dont even care HE JUST NEEDED SOME GOOD BROTHER LOVIN’!! the reveal he’d been responsible for frigga’s death paired with his complete disregard for human life was so brilliantly played out as it was something loki hadnt’ been called out for, even in the main timeline, and it all leads up to him admitting he doesn’t enjoy killing it just something weak people do to control fear. loki sees the devastation this path leads him on, it kills nearly his whole family and himself, and knows he has to reject death to beat it, both in stopping killing and allowing it to happen to himself. i knew this show as going in on loki as a character but i didn't expect the first ep to just be a character study/ therapy session. this isn’t even going into the fact he’s literally going to confront a version of himself who is the actual villain down the line!!

if we can’t get thor in this show or loki in thor’s film, i’m glad that thor was still a key part in loki’s journey in realising he needed to change (and even if they do ignore him for the rest of the time i’ll have loki smiling through tears at thor giving him a hug). its given me permission to just sit back and enjoy the show knowing loki probably will go off into some timeline and fuck past thor just to get it out his system :)

[blackevermore]

🎫 here’s a gush pass ^^ feel free to gush about whichever f/o you want, however much you want, then send this ask to 3 other selfshippers [from @my-canon-now]

[I never know how to go about doing this asdfghjkl, thank you for the moment qwqb]

x I don’t know why I have a type spectrum but I do! And it can go between my Sunshine boys and my Knifes-shine boys, Russia is right in the middle, he will crush you in a heartbeat but he would prefer if you could talk it out and maybe just maybe be friends (but don’t think he is a pushover cause he isn’t except for Bel but that's it)

x He is so soft! So soooft! Baby faaace on the body of a MAN! When I watched the April Fools ep I nearly toppled over when I saw Russia (and at the time I was an England girl). Like get you someone who can wear a sweater and pyjama pants one day but a milkmaid dress the next! 

x But in all seriousness tho Russia is not a bad person, misunderstood and doesn’t recognize all his habits aren’t as good as he thinks they are, but he is genuinely wanting to have a big family again and have friends. Do I think Russia as a real country could have been a bit smaller so they could manage better...yeaaah....but fuck what I know I’m American. Baby really just wants to be able to wake up to the sound of someone downstairs and conversation without any drama or pain. We both love the family dynamic!! I will be his family.

x Also Russia creepy and imitating factor just makes me like him more. Would I be scared as she of him in real life? Yeahhh :// But I would still be the girl wishing we could be together and I could be his little sunflower princess. I’m scared of anyone in real life.

x I’m glad the fandom is older now and had stopped making Russia the bad guy in everything. But at the same time no one writes him as the main character anymore until he is paired off with America and or he is still written as a crazy person dealing with his family. I just want a cute wholesome story of everyday life with Russia, I can deal with the sadness behind him but not the “crazy looney out to kill everyone who is against him”

x This one really just comes from my cross into reality but Russia’s political control doesn’t define him as a whole just like fucking America. Every country has bad to terrible leaders. The good ones are always spaced apart through out history and that’s just how it goes :/ I believe that all the bad things and negative stereotypes put against Russia are all false. Some hold some truth here and there but that doesn’t make him. Hell I will die for the himacanon and fancanon that the countries will always think differently than their leaders/boss but have no choice but to follow orders (fucking humans am I right?!). Russia may be a product of his nation but he isn’t dumb or ignorant to the changes of the world and how the west effects the east. He is understanding because he was poor, has been poor, and could be poor again. He has been under control, against control, and in control. He has always been hurt one way or another and he has hurt and he knows that even though you’re stronger when you survive, that pain doesn’t leave. So yeah he might titter the line sometimes of “this is actually bad” and “this is good” but when he realizes it and he thinks on it he comes around wholeheartedly.

x In other words Russia is a survivor of a lot of terrible shit that has happen to him since the birth of his nation to now and even though he may reflect on others the abuse he went through he is working on bettering himself every step of the way so he can have his big family back.

x Give my baby his fucking family back!

[theyellmanfan]

Aizawa stared at Hizashi for a long moment as the blonde man held out the box, grinning like a mad man.

"I named him Maru-chan after our favorite brand of ramen," Hizashi declared. "Isn't he adorable?!"

"You," Aizawa said slowly. "brought home... a puppy..."

"Someone left him in a box on the side of the road! I couldn't just leave him there! He was soooo cuuuuuute!" Hizashi rambled, doting on the small pup that chewed on his fingers. "And he is the sweetest little thing! Look at his widdle faaace! He is such a good listener too! He already knows how to sit and come!"

"You didn't think to ask me about this first?" Aizawa asked, pointedly. Hizashi's smile faltered.

"You brought home a stray cat," Hizashi reasoned. "I thought you liked animals."

"A cat is different, Mic," Aizawa said. "A cat won't piss on your head in the middle of the night because it's too stupid to learn how to use a pee pad or designated box. A dog is loud and obnoxious and gets into everything and invades your personal space and-"

"Like me," Hizashi said flatly. "A dog is too much like me for you to accept it."

Aizawa blanched. "That's not what I said."

"You literally just described me," Hizashi replied. "Using words you've used to describe me in the past and applied them to the dog." He adjusted his grip on the box, moving it away from Aizawa.

"You're not the dog, Mic," Aizawa balked. "I just wish you'd have talked to me about this before you just waltzed in here with it. We have four cats now, we can't just adopt every stray we come across! It's a lot of responsibility!"

"This isn't about the dog is it?" Hizashi said softly. Aizawa froze. He knew what was coming next.

"....Mic," Aizawa began.

"Look, Shouta," Hizashi cut him off. "I get it. You don't think I'm ready for that kind of responsibility. You don't have to keep reiterating yourself. But rather than just undermining me and telling me I'm not ready and giving me excuse after excuse, can't you just show some support and at least let me try to show you I'm ready? Even in just small steps?"

Aizawa took a breath, tired of this argument and his gut swirling with guilt every time they had it. "That's not it."

Hizashi turned away from him frustrated, biting his tongue, then thinking better of it. "Then what? Yes I know a dog is a big commitment, yes I know it's not as big, but at least I could show you that I'm ready! Do you really think that little of me? I know I have three jobs, I know I'm always running around, but that's what team work is for! We could both look after him. We can both put forth an effort. We can take him with us places. We can-"

"That's not it!" Aizawa yelled.

"Then what! What Shouta?" Hizashi demanded. "Why won't you even talk to me about adopting?"

"Because I'm terrified I won't be a good father!" Aizawa snapped. "I'm terrified of bringing a kid into our lives and putting all the stress on you when I don't have the energy after a long day! I'm terrified of ruining a kid's life because I don't have mine together! I terrified of losing you and pushing you away! I know you'll make a good dad. You'll make the best fucking father a kid could ask for, Mic! But I won't! I'm shit at taking care of myself! Do you know what I ate for breakfast? Cold pizza! Over the sink! Like a rat! I just expelled an entire class because of the shit they pulled rather than teaching them to do and be fucking better than that! I'm not cut out to be a dad!"

Hizashi stopped, staring at Aizawa in a new light. "Are you fucking kidding me?" he said at last. "I watched you every single day put your all into that class and come home every day with another story of how they found new ways to break the rules and hurt themselves and put others in danger. When the kid with the night terror quirk attacked the rabbit quirk kid and nearly gave her a heart attack, you comforted her until she could calm down and be taken to the hospital. When you thought one of your kids had been burried in some rubble you got down there and started digging with your bare fucking hands! When they did stupid shit that would get them and others hurt you told them exactly what they needed to hear to get it through their heads that being a hero means you are held accountable for your actions and that everything you do can mean the difference between life and death for the people you are trying to save!" Hizashi took a breath. "You are the best goddamn parent to those kids and expelling them was going to be the only thing that could wake them up enough to realize their mistakes had major consequences!"

"Having a kid of your own is different Mic," Aizawa murmured, not feeling worthy of the praise being yelled at him. It had felt so much less like what they needed to hear and more like a final straw. He wasn't going to watch them continue to grow stronger and hurt themselves more and more until there was nothing left. His heart couldn't take it. They needed someone who could teach them differently. Someone who could make them think outside the box. Yuuei wasn't for them. "I don't think I'm ready for that."

There was a small silence as the tension seemed to leave Hizashi's shoulders. He gave Aizawa a gentle smile.

"If we always waited until we were ready," Hizashi said, letting out a small laugh. "we'd get nothing done."

Aizawa closed his eyes with a sigh as his own words hit him in the face. He'd told Hizashi that very same thing when they were struggling to become heroes. He tried to press the smirk from his lips. It wasn't working so well.

"Besides," Hizashi added. "It doesn't have to happen immediately. We've got our finances in order. We've got space. All that's left... is actually sitting down and talking about it. It's a two way street. I can't just go out and adopt a kid like a stray animal and plop them in your lap and say 'this is our life now, get used to it'. I want to do this together. As partners. We don't have to decide today. We don't have to decide in a month or a year. I just... want you to talk to me... okay?"

Aizawa was quiet a moment, letting those words sink in. "Okay," he said at last, giving a small nod.

The puppy in the box gave a small whine. They both looked down at the box.

"You're not naming it after ramen," Aizawa stated firmly.

"What would you name it?" Hizashi prompted. If he could get Aizawa to name it, he might come around to keeping it faster.

"Bane," Aizawa answered.

"Ooo I like tha-" Hizashi began, but Aizawa cut him off.

"-Of my existence," he finished.

"Oi," Hizashi said, smacking him on the arm.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Thanks for the prompt @ozzie10156! Send me an EraserMic prompt! I'm feeling the angst and fluff!

[nonchalanttoh]

She-RA s2 e2 reactions

This show has all my uWus

Gentle breeze

Ooh yikes dryll is where entrapta lived

Turning darkness to LIGHT

Chop chop

LOOK AT THAT SWORD WORK WOW I STAN

That is soO cute aw Swift Wind is like Adora's familiar or something I love them

Hahahaaa riperoni entrappy is not a prisoner

Yeah do not rescue her she will not leave

This has "Yikes" written all over it

Glitchy gal

I want like way more info on this Mara girl

I wonder what made her crack

KITTY YAWN

KYLE

these girls can fight holy hell

Bow however

Can not

Fun watching catra fight someone else for a change

BOW CANT FIGHT BUT HE HAS THE AIM AND TACT OF A GOD

🎶Swift wind and Adora on an adventurrree

Fixing and thing that Mara broke when she went nUTS🎶

Swift Wind really is one my god tier favorite characters

I really cant help falling for guys who are glamorous and are unaplogetic for showing it off

Ooh a sociological debate between good guys and bad guys at war i am here for this

WAIT DID YOU SEE CATRA SCRATCH HERSELF LIKE A CAT

Entrapta? Who is that? I only know the chick who gives me tech ~catty

Kitty has an agenda

🎶she ra and swift wind forging a sacred bond

Fixing a magic tower with a magical sword🎶

Power of friendshipppppp

Catra is a little bitch and i love little bitches

Thats my 2nd favorite type

Scorpia is such a good wife oml

"CATRA YOU BEAUTIFUL GENIUS IM COMING"

C'mon, she ra. Everyone knows that you are literally meant to work WITH swifty just let him hELp

OMG CATRAS FAAACE

>:3

WhERE IS KYLE

YOU CANT JUST HAVE LONNIE AND LIZARD DUDE SHOW UP AND NOT KYLE

Oh wait he's w entrapta nvm

I just get protective sometimes

Wow I also love apples, hay, and toppling unjust hierachries

Oh FFS let him help!

Yes dO get KYLE ON THE COMM

WAIT

She IS bluffing because she doubts Kyle's ability to actually do it and i am oFFENDED ON KYLES BEHALF

woah glitter girl calm down

Oh this hurts

This really hurts

Glimmer just literally...

Calm down

Swift wind is just so excited to be her steed

Swift wind iS MY FAVORITE

THE SACRED BOND

Transformation sequeeeences

THE SACRED BONDDDD

I'm still annoyed that her eyebrows are black

That hug was so soft

We've got a lot to catch you up on? She was out for like a day how much did she really miss?

[allthingsteenmom]

MY THOUGHTS ON TEEN MOM 2 S9 E19 (aka ep. 1 of the new season)

Intro

• Even Briana’s voice annoys me tbh

Chelsea

• True anxiety and panic attacks like that are very real and very terrfying

Leah

• Addieeeee

• I love Leah’s pink nails

• Sort of weird this is the first season without Jenelle

Briana

• Not in touch with Luis? What a surprise lol

• I love Nova’s braids

• Ok Briana it’s the daddy-daughter dance so leave and let Devoin have that

• I’m surprised they allowed cameras in this kids dance actually

• I really love to see Devoin being involved

Leah

• ‘ROPOSED

• Oh my GOD I love Addie

• New York must be very different than West Virginia

Chelsea

• The area Chelsea lives in looks so beautiful

• I love Chelsea’s short hair!

• I think JoJo is so annoying lol

• Chelsea’s mom is so excited, it’s so cute

• Good for them for keeping Watson rear facing!

• Cole looks very stressed lol

• I appreciate Chelsea being so honest about her anxiety and Cole and her mom being understanding with her

Jade

• I didn’t see Jade on Young & Pregnant

• Idk how Jade stayed with him

• Kloie is an interesting spelling

• Work is important but you can’t prioritize it over sobriety

• How does anyone ever date or even regularly fuck someone who doesn’t even work??

Kail

• 3 little boys on vacation alone DAMN MAMA

• “Thank you for giving me a good compliment” ISAAC IS THE SWEETEST

• “I’d rather be doing these things by myself than with the wrong person” GROWTH

Briana

• It turned green nooo lmao

• One thing I like about Brittany is her straight forward attitude lol

Leah

• I’ve never been to New York

• Jeremy asking Leah if she’s hearing from her ex lol

• “She snuck in at 7am cuz we went and did cardio at the gym” LOL they fuckiiin

• These segment timelines are all over the place

Jade

• Wait but why pay for a babysitter all day if a parent is home?

• Women. Do. Not. Need. To. Parent. Men. Women. Are. Not. Rehabilitation. Centers. For. Men.

Chelsea

• It’s good that Chelsea has a PRN anxiety med

• Aubree is SO cute

• Ma-ga

• Chelsea’s faaace hahah

• Medication isn’t a catch all cure

• Aubree offering to go to the therapist with Chelsea my heaaart

• “You guys can talk to me” Cooole

• Wow that bed is huge

• I’m stressed just watching this vacation

Briana

• So...they were just at the pool?

• Not a fan of Briana and Devoin dropping the f bomb all over in front of Nova

• Devoin doesn’t look too good

• Nova coppin’ an attitude

• Parents shouldn’t tell their kids not to cry. That starts the culture of repressing emotions and vilifying crying, vulnerability, etc

Leah

• Dr. Drew CALLING THEM OUT

• It seems like Jeremy has grown up a bit. And Leah too, for sure

Jade

• Medium rare steak ew

• I can’t imagine fighting like that, especially in front of someone else

• If he’s not hiding something there’s NO reason for him to LOSE IT like that

• Also can’t imagine having a fight like that on camera

Kail

• POOP EXPLOSION NO

• Aw poor Kail, she feels guilty for the older kids

• Her boys are so sweet omg

• “it was a fail today” hahah

Briana

• It is really disappointing

• I imagine it’s really confusing to a young child to be around someone so intoxicated, especially the first time

Outro:

• God these kids are so cute

• Woaaah John got another girl pregnant?!

• Luis wants to borrow cash from Briana? Lmao

[mushroomminded]

On Sharkmatt!Eduardo

submitted by @saint-j92000

We’ve established Eduardo turned Jon into a kid as yet another means of competing with Edd- another attempt to one up him, somehow. It’s safe to say that, at the time, Eduardo was fairly close to how he’s depicted in canon- an enormous, emotionally stunted manchild with a pathological NEED to always be Number 1 at anything he does. Even in the utterly ridiculous situation he has often found himself in when competing with Edd, whom he sees as a rival and has done for years, and whom the latter saw as a massive annoyance (I’m going by the flashback of him and Edd and the other lads attending Primary School at the same time, therefore he and Mark/Jon have been a presence in the Edd Gangs lives to some capacity for… let’s say A While). So, naturally, he was gonna turn one of his friends into a toddler as well- and he picked Jon, who I like to think he DIDN’T like as much as Mark; his dislike of Jon didn’t reach the cartoonish levels of ‘I’M GONNA PUNCH YOU IN THE FAAACE’, but it was clear his being a part of the trio was more of Eduardo trying to one up Edd (something Jon didn’t really ever know, and that Mark knew but frankly didn’t care all that much so long as he got some damn peace and quiet from time to time).

Thing is, though, Eduardo didn’t count on not being able to reverse the damage he did when the “adventure” was over; that this time, there’d be no status quo reset. That must have been daunting, and the temptation to just give Jon up for adoption or leave him on the doorstep of a church would have been huge- but, again, there were Edd and Tom, seemingly to settling in to their new roles as parents to someone that was once their friend. ‘Oh, what, they think THEY’RE gonna be good parents? Screw them, I’ll be a better parent then BOTH of them COMBINED’.

And so he takes on the role of Jon’s caregiver. For a while, it’s all performative; a means of proving his superiority. But it’s hard not to form legitimate bonds with people or critters you become deeply invested in the care of, and given Eduardo has probably never been in a position where he’s HAD to work so hard, it’s no wonder this had never really happened before. Shit; is it out of the realms of possibility that he too had a difficult childhood? I don’t think so; it is rare for people as bitter and nasty as he could be to be born as such, without a combination of nature and a twisted form of ‘nurture’ shaping them that way. The poor dude has probably never had a wholly genuine connection or relationship with another human being up until the point the naive, dim, but nice and friendly ‘moron’ he took for a ride for years became his son (a… weird sentence to type in retrospect, but hey ho).

His affection for the boy grows; his investment in his wellbeing becomes genuine. His discovery of the scars on the boys back and assumption that they carried over reminds him of his own harsh lot in life, no matter how different it may have been then what he can deduce the old Jon went through. The guilt over the fact that he, essentially deleted a man from existence as a part of an ongoing petty pissing contest catches up with him, big time. Through all this, he grows low, and he grows sad and despairing, getting in touch with emotions and feelings he hasn’t felt in years without the emotional intelligence to properly process it. He confides this all in Mark purely because he has nobody else he CAN confide it all in and, to his surprise, he listens. He is at times brutally honest and not afraid to call him on his screw ups, but he listens. He offers advice where he can. Quite a shocker, considering Mark’s supposed apathy and coldness. Perhaps Mark has begun to grow somewhat with the passage of time?

The truth is, they all did. Eduardo, Mark, Matt and Tom; when this ridiculous scenario started, they were in their very early twenties. Barely adults, totally unfamiliar with life beyond college/university and, let’s be real, all pretty damn immature to varying degrees. Being thrust into parenthood by their own daft mishaps kinda forced them to grow up, and to grow up fast.

When all’s said and done, though, it changed them for the better. Though still flawed in small ways, they all grew kinder, more responsible, more fully formed people (even Mark, to a degree). Perhaps none of them moreso then Eduardo, though; as time went on and the new Jon grew into a teen, Eduardo too grew into a genuinely kind, if strict and still brash at times, young man.

The guilt persists, definitely. And Eduardo knows that this entire situation is predicated on a stupid mistake he made when he really should have known better. But he can’t take that back, not now; all he can do is work hard to keep his son safe, sane, and happy. And he does; he puts his all into caring for Jon, and their bond is infinitely stronger then it ever was before. Eduardo knows that can’t excuse or make up for that initial mistake; that isn’t what he’s trying to achieve. He’s a good dad, a caring man, because after a lot of figuring shit out and personal evaluation, that is what he wants to be. He cares about Jon not to make good on a past transgression, but simply because he does. And though that doesn’t eliminate the guilt, it- and the thousands of genuinely happy times he and his son have shared- dampen it significantly.

[holyheart]

Louis Tomlinson • Faith In The Future live reaction

❇️ = my favs

The Greatest ❇️

THE BEAT!!!!!!!!! BOP!!!!!!! BOP

Written all over your face ❇️❇️

WHAT THRBDUCKBQHDNNABAB THAT BEAT!!!! IM A WHORE FOR A GOOD BEAT

"heyyy baaaabe its written all over your faaace" BOY

Bigger Than Me

already heard it as a single, ITS BIGGER THAN MEEEEE, not my favourite of the singles (out of my system is) but an icon nonetheless

Lucky Again ❇️

a fav already ive decided!!!!!!!! his voice omg angelic it's so pretty baby boy youre so AAHHHH "i was lucky once, i could be lucky again"

Face The Music ❇️

ALL THE BEATS ON THIS ALBUM IS FIRE!!!!! GO MORE DRUMS GO MORE DRUMS!! vibe that in 2008 there would have been a fanmade lyrics video of this song with a black background and white cursive letters and its blurry

Chicago

pictures of you pictures of me type of beat i really love all the instruments in this album i love DRUMS im a whore for DRUMS!! like artists need to give me more drums and louis' band delivers

All This Time ❇️

song to listen to with the windows down at night, again, the beat is immaculate, i couldnt be a music critic bc the way i mesure if it's good or not if is i vibe with the Beat, and this is a sweet soft night vibe

Out Of My System ❇️

heard her as a single! OOMS is my girl i love u bitch , the intro, god i love it!!! she's my gf! GOTTA GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM!!!! GOTTA GET IT OFF OF MY CHEST!!!! LIVED A LOT OF MY LIFE ALREADY NOW I GOTTA GET THROUGH THE REST!!! ouuuhhhhhHhgggg

Headline

song to roadtrip to!!!! soft sweet beat!!!! im dancing with a cowboy hat in the desert , theres that vibe to it sue me

Saturdays ❇️

Makes me think of a 1D song (positively) he was the best song writer in 1d so no wonder SNOW PATROL CHASING CARS VIBE AT THE END

Silver Tongues

heard her as a single too!! love her!! imagine everyone singing "I DON'T FEEL LIKE GOING HOME" during his shows!!!!!! yessss!!

She is beauty we are world class

LETS GOOOO!!! im in a club in space !!! FOREE-EVER DRUM SOLO i can legit see the Light show on stage!! like i SEE the lights when i listen to this

Common People

sweet soft song soft beat i like it, i love how he pronounces "us" his accent is so much thicker than when he was in 1D i love this for him! dont let urself be americanized ever babe

Angels Fly

🥹🥲😭 bring the tissues

Holding on to Heartache

more generic, not my fav!! but good nonetheless!!

That's The Way Love Goes

Not my favourite, it's good but won't make my top 10!!

[janthony-oneshots]

Also, 20 but its not from Jasmine ;)

"I'm pregnant."

Jasmine sighed deeply as she sat in the car with her boyfriend. She is not looking forward to today.

Anthony looked over at Jasmine before moving his eyes back to the road. "You alright, baby girl?" He asked.

"Yeah," Jasmine grouched. "I'm just about to go get some teeth removed from my skull. I'm fantastic, Anthony!"

"Sorry.... The doctor said your wisdom teeth would cause problems otherwise and it would be much more painful to keep them than get rid of them now."

Jasmine sighed again and leaned against the door. "I know. I'm sorry for being so grumpy. I just don't like having weird tools and crap in my mouth."

"No one does. At least nobody I know. It'll be okay: the doctors will get you all doped up and you won't even feel anything!"

Jasmine sent a half-hearted glare towards her boyfriend. She contemplated sending out a tweet letting people know she was about to meet her demise, but decided to nap instead for the remainder of the thirty minute drive.

---

Anthony walked into Jasmine's room. She was reclined in the chair, poking her cheeks and pouting.

"Is my face still attached?" She asked him.

Anthony fought to hold in his laughter. "Yes, Jazzy, your face is still attached."

"But I can't feel it! Are my hands attached? Oh god.... They're not, are they? My hands are gone! They cut my hands off and now I'll never feel anything again!"

This time Anthony let out a bout of laughter. He reached forward and grabbed his girlfriend's wrists and pulled them in front of her face. "Your hands are still attached, Jazzy! See? Nobody cut your hands off. It's just the numbing medication; it'll wear off soon."

"But my faaace!"

Anthony kissed Jasmine's forehead. "You'll be fine. Stay here while I talk to the doctor, alright? We can go home afterwards and you can take a nice long nap."

Jasmine hummed shifted in the chair, looking like she was about to fall asleep right there.

Anthony quietly walked out of the room to talk to the doctor.

---

"Anthony?" Jasmine mumbled through the cotton in her mouth.

"Mhmm?" Anthony looked up from his phone.

"I want a baby."

"You...." Anthony's heart stopped. He and Jasmine have talked about kids plenty of times before, but never talked about actually having them yet. Does she really want kids now? He definitely wouldn't object if she did. Having kids with his beautiful girlfriend who he loves so much--that sounds amazing!

But right now, Jasmine is still heavily drugged. She might not actually feel that way later. She might not even remember she said it. Anthony will have to talk to her about it tomorrow. ...Maybe in a few days when she's not crabby and complaining about her mouth hurting.

But for now, he may as well have a bit of fun with his drugged up girlfriend.

"Jasmine.... I actually...I don't know how to tell you this, but I'm pregnant."

Jasmine sat up and looked at Anthony with wide eyes. "Oh my--!" She pressed her hands to Anthony's stomach. "I'm gonna be a mommy! Or would you be the mom since you're giving birth? How would you even give birth? You know what? I don't care! You're pr-preg-nant!" Jasmine laid her head against Anthony's chest and began sobbing while stroking his stomach.

Anthony knows he'll have to get Jasmine something to make up for this--if she even remembers it. Oh how he wishes he could record this! Jasmine is laying on his phone, though. If only Nala had thumbs!

"Can we name the baby Simba?" Jasmine asked right before she fell asleep.

Anthony smiled and gently stroked his girlfriend's hair.

~1 Week Later...

Jasmine was tucked in against Anthony's chest, eating the brownies he made in bed.

"Jasmine?" Anthony whispered. He moved his head away when she tried to reach back and place a chunk of brownie in his mouth.

"Fine, more for me," Jasmine shrugged. She plopped the brownie into her own mouth and sighed at the warm, chocolatey goodness that flooded her tastebuds.

"I made them for you, so feel free to eat them all. I wanted to ask you something, though."

"What is it?" Jasmine turned to face Anthony, being careful not to spill crumbs on their bed.

"Remember when you got your wisdom teeth out and you were all drugged up?"

"Um, I don't actually remember any of the events, but I remember some of what you told me. And of course that video of me crying over Nala."

Anthony gave a small smile. "Yeah. Well, one of the other things you said that day was...that you wanted a baby. I was wondering...do you really?"

Jasmine bit her lip. "I don't know.... Well, I do. And I know we'll be good parents, but...are we sure we're ready? Do you want to?"

"I do. I love the idea of having our own kids. Taking them to the park, playing baseball, singing and dancing with them.... I think we're ready. We have experience, money.... I have to go film a movie for a month in a few months, but that's still in New York."

Jasmine slowly nodded, taking everything in and thinking things over. Finally, she nodded. "Then I say let's start trying."

Anthony smiled widely and moved forward to kiss Jasmine.

"After I finish my brownies!"

Anthony laughed. "Okay, your highness!" He pressed a kiss to Jasmine's forehead, then stood up to go make sure Nala was in her crate and all the doors and windows were locked.

---

I'm sorry this took a hundred years. I start school Thursday so i'll try to get through more prompts.Also I have absolutely no idea what you wanted when you said its not from Jasmine. I had two different ideas then this just wrote itself last night at the hospital (I'm fine, I was visiting someone) So uh, here you go, enjoy your day, send me stuff (literally anything, I'm home alone and bored)

[prettysei-remade]

The One That Makes Me Think of You

Written for @leojiweek 2017: Day 3

Prompt: Music/Flowers

read on ao3

Guang Hong closes his textbook with a sigh and drops his head into his hands, blinking down at his desk. He tries to hold back a yawn, but it comes out anyway.

On the off chance that anyone asks what the bane of his existence is, he would probably say “landing quads,” or “people who dislike movies,” or something like that.

But really, it's this science class that's going to be the death of him.

He can picture it now: “Local figure skater dies while attempting to label the parts of a cell.”

His mother would say he's being dramatic. Maybe she's right. But he's so exhausted by the time he finishes his homework, he feels like he could just drop dead.

Maybe: “Memorization of various atomic structures unexpectedly kills international athlete.” Yeah. They could burn his stupid textbook at the funeral.

In loving memory, of course.

His phone buzzing beside him startles him out of his thoughts, and he fumbles to pick it up.

Leo is calling you on Facetime

Guang Hong hurriedly scrubs at his eyes and accepts the call.

Leo's smiling face fills the screen a moment later, and Guang Hong thinks he recognizes the song playing in the background.

“Hi, Leo,” he says, images of his homework-induced death already beginning to slip from his mind.

“Hey, Guang Hong! I'm not interrupting anything, am I?”

“No,” Guang Hong sighs. “I just finished studying for science, though.”

“Ooh, rough, man,” Leo sympathizes.

“Yeah. But… isn't it really early over there? Why did you call?”

Leo grins.

“I actually just woke up,” he said. “You know how my alarm is set to a radio station?”

Guang Hong didn't actually know that, but he's not surprised, so he nods anyway.

“Well, this song started playing, and it made me think of you, so I thought, ‘hey, why not see if he's still up,’ you know?”

Guang Hong struggles to hear the lyrics of the song in question clearly over the phone.

“If perfect’s what you're searching for, then just stay the same…”

What?

“Leo, is that Bruno Mars?”

“Yeah! You know him, too?”

“Why does this song make you think of me?”

“Because you're amazing, just the way you aaare…” Leo sings along, wiggling his eyebrows emphatically.

Guang Hong knows he's blushing. He doesn't even try to hide it.

He must be making some kind of face, too, because Leo suddenly laughs.

“I know, I know, it's kind of random,” he says. “But it just… I don't know. Reminded me of you, for some reason.”

Guang Hong makes a conscious decision not to dwell on the fact that, first thing in the morning, probably still half-out of it from sleep, Leo's mind immediately makes a connection to Guang Hong when a cheesy love song plays on the radio.

Instead, he decides to just… go with it, or something.

“That's really sweet, Leo,” he says, giving him a little smile.

Aha. Now Leo's the one blushing, though he doesn't let it slow him down.

“You know me,” he says teasingly. “Sweetest boy this side of the Mississippi.”

“What?”

“Nothing. How about, ‘sweetest boy in the western hemisphere?’”

“Not the world?” Guang Hong feigns confusion. “Who's in the eastern hemisphere that's sweeter than you?”

“Well, you, of course.”

That… was not the turn Guang Hong was expecting this conversation to take.

But he's not going to be the first one to back out of this joking-apparently-turned-flirting.

“What are you, my boyfriend?”

“Sure,” Leo replies smoothly. He bats his eyelashes dramatically. “Date me?”

Guang Hong can't hold back his laughter, and he lets his face fall into his hand.

“You're ridiculous,” he says between breaths.

“What are you talking about?” Leo fakes offense. “I was already planning our wedding, and everything!”

“Oh, were you?”

“Yeah! We'd dance to this song, obviously.”

Guang Hong breaks out in another soft set of giggles as the chorus starts up again.

“Obviously,” he agrees quietly.

Leo drops the act and smiles at him.

“Anyway, sorry for keeping you up. Just thought I'd check in, or something.”

“It's fine, I can stay up a little longer,” Guang Hong protests.

“Nah, I've still gotta get breakfast, and stuff,” Leo says. “I'm never gonna get used to saying ‘good night’ at six in the morning, by the way, but good night, Guang Hong.”

“Good night.”

Guang Hong reluctantly hangs up and leans back in his chair.

He's not entirely sure what just happened with Leo, but it was entertaining, at least. He smiles at the thought that Leo cared enough about the song to call him before he'd even finished getting ready.

He's not even going to think about the fact that it was a love song.

Leo was thinking about him, and that's what matters.

…

Guang Hong blinks away the residual flash from the cameras and drifts away from his teammates, only to be nearly run over by Phichit skating towards him.

“Hey, Guang Hong!” he exclaims.

“Hi, Phichit,” Guang Hong says.

Phichit’s attention is suddenly caught by something over Guang Hong's shoulder, and he tries and fails to hide a laugh behind his hand.

“Uh, not to worry you or anything,” he says, “but why is Leo singing and pointing at you like that?”

Huh?

Guang Hong quickly turns around to find that, a little farther away, Leo is, in fact, pointing directly at him, along with mouthing the lyrics and doing something that might be considered dancing.

“I don't…” he lets his voice trail off as he realizes what, exactly, Leo is singing along so enthusiastically to.

“When I see your faaace…”

He groans and drops his head into his hands.

“I'm going to assume there's a story here that you're not telling me,” Phichit says, “but whatever. Go talk to him!”

This last command is accompanied by a wink.

Guang Hong sighs. He never should have told him about his crush on Leo. But…

“Are you sure?” he says, looking over at Phichit worriedly.

“Totally! I was gonna go talk to Yuuri, anyway.”

“Okay…”

He yelps when Phichit practically shoves him in Leo's direction, but he skates the rest of the way over to him, weaving through the flock of competitors.

Leo's lip-syncing had turned into actually belting the lyrics when Guang Hong noticed him, and he continues to sing even as Guang Hong gets closer.

“The way you aaare… the way you aaare…”

Guang Hong laughs as Leo serenades him, skating circles around him and making dramatic movements with his arms.

The chorus draws to an end, and Leo stops right in front of him, panting slightly. He smirks, then delicately bats his eyelashes.

“Date me?”

Guang Hong tries to contain it. He really does. But he can't stop himself from nearly falling over laughing, clutching at his sides and gasping for breath.

“Please - please tell me - this isn't going to become a thing,” he manages.

“Of course it is,” Leo replies smugly. “This is ‘our song,’ right?”

“I'm pretty sure friends don't have ‘songs,’ Leo.”

“Ah, whatever. And when you smiiile…”

Guang Hong loses it again, and drops his head into Leo's shoulder in front of him, giggling uncontrollably.

Leo's arms come up to wrap around him, and they laugh together, spinning on the ice. They sing along to the rest of the song breathlessly, and Guang Hong wants to stay there, in Leo's arms, forever.

…

“How did you even manage to lose your phone in the first place? You almost never put it down.”

Guang Hong watches as Leo opens and closes the same nightstand drawers he's been opening and closing for ten minutes.

“I don't know,” Leo says. “I guess this is what happens when I let go of it for more than thirty seconds.”

Guang Hong's watched him look everywhere in the hotel room, multiple times. Under the pillows. Under the blankets. Under the dresser. In his luggage. In those stupid nightstand drawers he's opening again, as though if he looks there enough times, it'll magically appear.

“Are you sure it's in your hotel room?”

“Pretty sure.”

“Maybe I can just call it from my phone, then.”

Leo sighs and closes the drawer.

“I guess you'll have to, at this point.”

Guang Hong pulls out his phone and opens his contacts. He scrolls down to Leo's name and hits the call button, holding it out in front of him.

Immediately, from the far side of the room, a familiar piano riff begins to play.

Oh, he didn't…

Guang Hong can feel the heat rushing to his cheeks. He looks over to confirm, and… yup, Leo's stifling laughter at whatever reaction Guang Hong must be giving.

“You seriously made it my ringtone?”

“How could I not?” Leo defends, still obviously amused.

He follows the sound over to the window, where he pushes back the curtain to reveal his phone, sitting innocently on the windowsill.

Guang Hong looks at it, then back at Leo.

“Aren't you going to reject the call?”

Leo doesn't seem to hear him. Instead, he picks up the phone, hits “accept,” and holds it up to his ear. He looks expectantly at Guang Hong.

With a sigh, Guang Hong raises his own phone, and patiently waits for whatever Leo's planning.

Leo looks down at the carpet, then back up at him, and… oh, here it comes.

He flutters his eyelashes and says, with a sugar-sweet smile, “Date me?”

Guang Hong lets a giggle escape, then another one, but he actually manages to compose himself pretty quickly.

“Are you going to say that every single time that song comes on?” he asks.

“Maybe I will,” Leo answers.

“Did… did you lose your phone on purpose just so you could do that?”

“Of course not! I just… saw the opportunity, and took it.”

“Ah. Clever.”

“I know, right?”

He looks so smug. Guang Hong wants to go over there and wipe that smirk off his face, but he holds back.

“It… doesn't bother you, right?”

Leo's expression is suddenly hesitant, and Guang Hong feels his brow furrow into a confused frown.

“What?”

“You know, that I'm always joking about us… dating, and stuff.”

“Um… no?”

“It's not, like, weird that we're both guys, right?”

“Why would it…”

“I mean, of course that's not weird, I know, but is it weird?”

“Leo - ”

“I mean, we're friends, you know? Do friends even joke about that kind of stuff? Is that a thing? Like - ”

“Leo!”

“Huh?”

“What are you talking about?”

Leo swallows.

“What do you mean?” he says.

“Leo, we've both known you were bi since you came out to me two years ago,” Guang Hong reminds him. “And I told you I was gay the year after that. It's a little late to be having a ‘do I like boys?’ crisis.”

Leo starts to say something, then stops.

He takes a deep breath, then lets it all out at once.

“It's not a boy thing,” he says.

“Then what is it?” Guang Hong asks gently.

Leo looks down, refusing to meet his eye.

“It's a…” he swallows again. “It's a you thing.”

A… you thing?

A Guang Hong thing.

Not do I like boys.

Do I like Guang Hong.

I do like boys.

I do like Guang -

“You like me?” he blurts.

Leo finally looks up at him. He tries to smile.

“Date me?” he teases weakly.

Guang Hong doesn't understand. All this time, he'd thought Leo was just joking with him, but…

Actually, he does understand. Pretty much everything makes sense now, in hindsight.

A song that's literally about how perfect someone's lover is reminded Leo of him, for crying out loud.

“So… you meant it? All those times you asked me to date you, you were…actually asking?”

Leo smirks wryly.

“It was a joke, at first,” he says. “I knew you wouldn't say yes, so I just… I don't know. It… it made you laugh, so I kept doing it.”

Guang Hong smiles gently.

“That's really sweet, Leo,” he says.

A quiet laugh escapes Leo's mouth.

“I know,” he says, looking down at the floor. “Sweetest boy in the western hemisphere, that's me.”

Guang Hong sighs, then remembers the phone in his hand.

Wordlessly, he turns it over, only to see that the call from earlier is still going on. Leo looks at him.

Holding the phone up to his ear, Guang Hong motions for him to do the same.

He watches Leo slowly raise his own phone to his ear.

Guang Hong meets Leo's eyes, then takes a breath.

“Sweetest boy in the world,” he corrects first.

“Date me?”

[blotter-of-acid]

Just a few of the best pickup lines I get from dudes:

"So are you more of a leech or like a hippie chick?"

"blurghlgurghl" (Legit from a profile that acted like a bear. Like shows were "breaking bear" and Winnie the Pooh. And foods were honey. Dude needs to get laid...)

"Hey beautiful names Daniel and you are? Also, if you could sing one song for god what would it be and why?"

"Would you like to dance in the snow while eating chocolate chip cookies?"

"Hey I would remove that picture on your profile" (Then proceeds to tell me I'm adorable)

"Do You Want To BE Fuck Buddies?"

"by any chance are you spiritual & what do you like on your like doing on your life s jerney"

"hey there, how you doing? can we hangout and snuggle?"

"*reads Bio and sees saving the mushroom ravioli * I am so pro. .3."

"Hi do u like rough sex"

"I like your cool personality my name brandon how are you? oh and by the way you got a lovely smile and gorgeous glowing face that shine like the sun. :)"

"I'm going to vomit hahaha you're way to pretty to be fisting cow ass"

"you are cute but how well can you roll your "r"s?"

"Would you let someone serve you drinks and rub your feet after a long day/night?"

"I hear tales that inseminating giraffes, much worse than cows. Extracting all that giraffe ball goodness involves a spiked penis that'll slice your hand open if you are not careful" (I responded with "Pics or it didn't happen")

"Was your dad a thief? Because he just stole all the stars in the sky and put them in your eyes"

"We go out a couple times. We make out, maybe we bone. Or maybe we don’t, and I just never call you. Or maybe we do, and then we get married and move slightly out of town to some place where people of modest means can get a pretty big yard, and we get a goat, but the fucking thing is too loud and keeps chewing through the fence- they are surprisingly clever animals. Maybe it actually figures out the latch. But point being the goat keeps getting out and getting into the neighbor’s yard and eating his heirloom tomatoes or whateverthefuck- maybe we laugh at this. Maybe this discord with our neighbors only brings us closer together, like, us against the world. Maybe not, maybe you never wanted to get it in the first place, maybe you never wanted to move to the suburbs, maybe you secretly blame me for everything moving too fast and now you’re stuck here out in Calabasas or something and now you’re like 33 and if you leave me you’ll never have biological children, but if you stay with me you don’t know how you can stand even one more fucking second in this house in the middle of nowhere and separating the bank accounts is going to be such a god damned pain in the ass, and the goat isn’t cute anymore, it was a stupid idea, and it has an expected life span of like 35 more years but any place you give it away to might use it for meat and that would pretty much be unconscionable. You don’t want it, but you can’t get rid of it. That’s what it’s going to be like with you and me in like four years. Maybe. I mean, I don’t know. I don’t have a fuckin crystal ball. Anyway: how about it."

"I saw whichever Jackass movie it was where they artificially inseminate a cow. You, my friend, may be the bravest person in town."

"heyyy don't want to be blount but u had me at making music and whiskey"

"lol smoke all there weed"

"Hi hottie" 

"You look like 17 years old :) cute tho.." From a 42 year old... 

"You sound like a very nice person. I would love to get to know you. I am faithful, never married, family oriented, professional. If you like what I wrote and think we can be a good fit I would love to hear from you. Have a wonderful day. Richard" (from a 47 year old who lives in CA. I live in PA)

"dtf?"

"I wasn't sure if I was gonna message you, but then I read the last part of your profile, and I just had to! Very funny, seriously. I'm new to Philly, so a non-romantic thing would be cool for me too. And despite what my profile says, I do sometimes get down with ganja. So message me back if you want a guy to take you out who's not gonna fall for your sly feminine ways!" To which I respond "I am pretty sly. I'm a Mother Fuckin' Fox, yo." (I was drunk...)

"You can freeload all over me baby unh"

"So I've got a little hash oil right now and I like to go on record saying it's probably cool for you to smoke it all if you'd like" (To which I replied "Ahahahaha that's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me")

"You are too cute"

"Miller High Life, nice, Well if your going to drink all my boozes I better get pleased ;) hehe."

"Hey how are you doing you are so very beautiful"

"Hi how are you?  I'm Chris 35 years old, current living in Mount Laurel, NJ.  I was browsing through the site and came across your profile, and enjoyed the read.  Very well written and gives a great sense of who you are and what your looking for.  You are quite Stunning as well! I love your lips :)  I would love to chat with you and get to know you.  Feel free to message me with any questions or if you would like to talk.  I Look forward to hearing from you!  Have a great night! Chris"

"Hey how are you? I think you're cute but ill be honest im not looking for anything serious. basically I want to have some fun with you and buy you things in return... let me know if you're interested"

"Hook me up with something to smoke and I'll share!"

"Hey you seem really chill we could schmoke a bowl and hookup!"

";)" from  ChristianGray4U

"Hey, OKC thinks we might be a match. What do you think?" We were a 32% match -__-

"I wanna smoke you outtttt. Would you be down to hang out one night and smoke and chill?"

"Hello. I'm Shawn, how are you? I enjoyed reading your profile and wanted to see if you were open to something casual? I know it's a little contradictory to what my profile says, I just don't feel like I'm ready for something serious. Just looking for some spontaneous fun this week. No pressure. Message me if you're interested :)"

"Come juice me for all I'm worth while you're around"

"Winky faaace!"

"hey whats up .. ever have a sugar daddy? not lookin for nuttin serious right now had bad relationship just want something like glorified fwb ... you having any luck on ok cupid ? ?"

"Hi! I'm Patrick. I would like to take you out' but I won't let you smoke all my weed' but ill share with you. :)" From a 43 year old.

"wanna freeload off me?"