#imma just play it through until we get to Spring

[astoldbychae]

Daddy Daughter Day

Dad, can we walk around the lake today?

[rqgnarok]

Jamie and violet flower 💜 him and the reader talking about the future

violet: a daydream about the future / imma try second person for this one

Beard's wedding is a chaotic affair.

It's not that they don't like Jane, really, they just don't know her. Plus, the extravagant decorations, the odd locations, and the unknown guests dressed like they were meant to be at a rave left Jamie a little unsteady.

He's not gone to a lot of weddings, really. His mum rarely talks about her own to his father, and years after that Jamie had given her away in the little ceremony she and Simon had in their apartment, quiet and easy like her previous marriage had never been. Other than that, weddings aren't his strong suit.

He'd been an asshole almost as long as he's been a professional football player and whenever a teammate of his got married Jamie was either not invited or too smashed to retain any concrete memories of the evening.

You're in the car on your way back home, Jamie's hand on your leg as he drives through the country, the sun setting behind them and the city half an hour away still. "I think I'd like a spring wedding."

You've been running your nails up and down his arm thoughtlessly for the better part of the drive, and turn to look at him with curious eyes when he breaks the comfortable silence, some pop song playing quietly from the radio. "Yeah? In Richmond?"

"Maybe," he shrugs, concentrating on both the conversation and the drive, trying not to fall asleep under her gentle touch. "Manchester ain't really home anymore, I think. Mum has to be there, though."

"Of course," you say. Getting married without Jamie's mom present feels like a crime, an idea that's never popped into your mind when thinking about the future. "A friend of mine got married in Hawaii a couple of years ago, but it was such a hassle to get everyone there that I'd rather never do it again."

"No to a beach wedding, then," Jamie agrees, thinking of sticky heat and sand in places it shouldn't be. "If we do it in Richmond then we can get everyone to come. And spring is warm enough that no one's dyin' of heatstroke."

We, he says, and your heart sings happily in your chest. It's all hypothetical until it isn't, and this is the first mention of this imaginary wedding being as much yours as it is his.

"Who'd be your best man?"

"Keeley," he says immediately. "Is that weird? Maybe Roy. Sam's pretty up there, too."

"You can have as many as you want," you say soothingly. It's been a while since you've been able to deny him anything. "We might as well have the whole team up there with us, huh?"

"Don't think that'd be such a bad thing," he shrugs, just a slight twang of hesitation coloring his voice. You raise his hand to your mouth to kiss his knuckles, soothing it away. "Never thought I'd have a team that'd wanna go to me wedding. It's really nice, actually."

"Oh, the invite list is gonna be huge," you reason. "Both our families, your team, our friends, plus ones... All the people we love in one single room."

Jamie doesn't take his eyes off the road, but you can see his grin; soft and unguarded, the one he reserves just for you. "As long as you're there, you can invite whoever you want, angel."

[awkwarddystopianwarlord]

Holiday Dystopia

It’s spring, so naturally, Imma talk about Christmas parties, specifically the ones for my drug store. Those parties really are their own little flavour of dystopian. They used to be like any normal, fun, holiday gathering where people dance and mingle and get weird because alcohol is involved. But then they stopped with the alcohol. And the dancing stopped too, as well as the mingling. There used to be more of a large open space in the hall, the tables out of the way, but for some reason, now they are set up with little room to move around easily. There is still a stage, but it’s predominantly unoccupied, probably due to the lack of drunk people flailing about. 

It’s a weird event now. People gradually shuffle into the hall and claim tables with the friends and plus one’s that they came with and we all just chill with our individual pods. A few people will go to different tables and chat with the folk there, but it’s not common. So for a little while, everyone is just sat at their tables and chatting with the people they came with until the dinner call happens. All the food that’s set up on a long table is apparently made by the boss man’s wife, which…damn, that’s impressive. Each table is called up separately to load up their plates with some tasty, home cooked Indian food before heading back to their seats. Whilst we’re all munching, the dessert is set up and eventually we’re called up by table to help ourselves to that too. None of this is dystopian, it is a bit sad though. It feels like a weird buffet because everybody keeps to themselves. Despite there being music playing, no one really moves. 

After everyone’s eaten, a series of “games” ensues. Different, generally simple challenges are given and each table competes against one another. Whether it’s trivia, drawing something blindfolded, listing as many names as you can that St Nick goes by, they’re very doable. But you desperately want to win because your success in these games is your ticket to being called first. In past years, there was no timer after you were called, though I guess it got so out of hand when people had more time. Last year, each table had two minutes after they were called up. Each person was given a cloth bag and then they would sprint to the true gem of the night. The numerous bins of products we no longer sell. Specifically beauty products. Makeup, cologne, perfume, skincare, nail polish, jewelry. Items that range from cheap and affordable to luxury and stupidly expensive. 

People fight tooth and nail for the most coveted goods, the fragrances, and once those are cleared out, they go for everything else. We will be on our hands and knees, rapidly, feverishly clawing through products. People are nearly crawling over one another to get their hands on things they want. We fill our bags as much as we can within those two minutes, some folk just taking random handfuls of shit that they don’t even look at. And when the timer goes off, we head back to our seats with our yearly beautiful-people-haul to revel in our success and glory. 

And then, once every table has been called and every guest has their filled bag of goods, the staff party essentially ends. That’s the whole thing. We show up, we eat, we fight to the death for cosmetics, and then we leave. The main part of this that I find so dystopian is the reason why the bins are likely the only motivation for anyone being there. While free stuff in general is nice, the items we grasp for at these parties we could not naturally afford. Most of us are getting paid poverty wages by the boss man that hosts these events. We can barely afford our essentials and our rent. But then, you go to the holiday party and you get months to years worth of goods for no cost. They give away thousands of dollars worth of products for free on one evening every year, yet will not give us a raise or benefits regardless of how hard we work or how long we’ve been there. We nearly resort to animalistic tendencies to get our hands on these products we could never hope to buy to bring home to our wee apartments while our boss man goes home to his mansion. 

While I appreciate the fact these products are given to staff for free, I remember that this is pretty much the only “benefit” we get. All of our expired or damaged products get thrown out rather than just given to staff who would use them. Many discontinued items get donated, which is nice, though still something we miss out on. Our discount is basically the next best thing. There aren’t really any perks beyond that. That’s why these parties feel so odd. It feels like a mockery of our peasant-ness, like the rich businessmen are watching us commoners scramble for a taste of the wealth they have. A $120 dollar fragrance is chump change for them while $17 dollar nail polish is too expensive for us. 

I like dressing up to go somewhere more eventful than usual with friends. I like getting a butt ton of skincare and makeup that I would never normally buy for free. I like having a meal that I didn’t cook myself. But I don’t like how strange and icky those things feel when rolled into a gathering hosted by a man who doesn’t give a shit about any of us.

[eunjidrabbles]

Hi. Can I request for a very fluffy jennie scenario just cuddling all day? female reader here. Thank you!

Love language

(Okay so this is gonna be the last request that Imma post for the month of April. Imma be taking a short few days break from writing until somewhere along the first week of May where I can be refreshed and give ya’ll quality content again. Until then my ask box is still open for interactions and requests [although I probably will just be focusing on the Bittersweet series for May]. See ya’ll in a week or so and hope you enjoy!)

Word count: About 1.9k

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A huff of warm air on your neck tickling you was what roused you awake. Cracking open an eye, you took a shaky deep breath before noticing the extra weight on your chest. Before you could even look down, arms tightened around your waist, soft thighs press closer onto yours and a mop of hazelnut hair was nuzzled into the crook of your neck. Chuckling slightly, you reached your hand around to gently pat the slumbering figure that was on you and to give a soft kiss onto her head. Hearing a little whine coming from her broke a smile on your face as you tried to crane your head as far as you could to see the peaceful sleeping expressions of your girlfriend. There were moments where she scrunched up her face slightly, as if disgruntled by something before she would go back to mumbling something incoherent to you. It was slightly amusing, but seeing as to how she was still resting on you, you couldn’t laugh, or the movements from when you chuckle would definitely wake her up.

Gently pressing kisses onto the top of her head again, you slowly wrapped your other arm around her, pulling her to lean more on you. Another grumpy whine escaped her lips as you traced hear features as softly as you could, admiring the relaxed state she is in. You were distracted enough to not even realize that a pair of eyes were open and studying you until your touch traced back up to push her fringe behind her ear.

"If you take a picture, it'll last longer, you know."

Openly chuckling now that she is awake, you cooed at her raspy wake up voice and gave a poke onto her cheeks. Jennie’s response was a cat eyed pout, waiting for you to do your usual morning greetings.

"Good morning to you too princess."

Beaming up happily to her favorite pet name, Jennie sat up sleepily and yawned as she stretched across your body, keeping you under her. Your hands find her sides quickly and even before you could get a good grip, Jennie started squirming with a squeal, fully knowing that you were about to start tickling her. Using a hand to support herself and the other to fend off your wandering hands, laughter and teasing coos were shared before the hand supporting herself up wobbled and Jennie let herself fall onto your body underneath her. Letting out a dramatic “Ooof” and pretending to be knocked out with a tongue sticking out the corner of your mouth by her sudden weight on you, Jennie let out an offended scoff before landing a few playful slaps on your arms and thigh with her other hand. Unable to keep up your dead act any longer, you laughed along as you squirmed under your girlfriend in an attempt to shift her off of you to stop the assault.

Managing to grab ahold of her hands after a few tries, you pulled them to your lips and looked her right in the eye to press little kisses along her knuckles as a blush bloomed across her face. Pulling her hand back and moving herself so she was back to her original position when she was asleep on your chest, she huffed. “You’re such a dork.”

Humming in agreement, you ran your hand through her hair as you glanced to the clock on the wall to check the time. Looking back down at the woman in your arms, you pinched her cheeks teasingly before her hands came up to slap yours away again and wrap themselves all around you. “I gotta go get ready to start the day, princess. Breakfast is waiting.” A loud whine is all you got a for a warning of disapproval and legs tangled with yours, along with the blankets that were shoved down to probably cool off during the night. An amused sound escaped your lips as you stared at your girlfriend’s pout deepening by the second the more you try to move out of her embrace.

“Are you not hungry?”

Small movements signaled to you that she shook her head and buried herself deeper into your sides. Sighing in defeat, you made yourself comfortable against the bed again while Jennie played her little game of peekaboo with you from your side and you gave a small peck to her forehead each time her cat like eyes meet yours and smiled silly. The timing between each peek became longer and longer until you realized that it had been a while since you heard a giggle from your side and came to the conclusion that your girlfriend probably fell back asleep. Shaking your head, you chuckled at the childish behavior exhibited to you, knowing you were the only one able to see this side of her past the fierce and intimidating exterior and closed your eyes.

The next time Jennie opened her eyes, an annoyed groan left her lips as she moved her hands around the cool empty space around her giving her an idea that you left her alone in the bed for a good period of time. Frowning as she pushed herself up once again, she looked at the clock showing that it was past noon. Giving an annoyed huff, she crossed her arms as she gave herself a few more moments to reorient herself from the extra few hours of sleep against the headboard of the bed. How could you, especially after such a sweet morning to leave your cute girlfriend alone and cold in bed?

Grumbling to herself, she failed to notice that you entered the bedroom silently with both your hands occupied and the soft pattering of Kuma’s feet as her puppy circled around you in hopes to get to a bite of the food you hold on the plates in your hands. You stopped by the doorway in amusement, hearing her grumble and decided to keep silent until Kuma barked to get his mother’s attention seeing as to how you were not willing to lower the food to feed him. When Jennie’s eyes met yours, she could clearly see the grin on your face letting her know that you’ve heard enough as you push yourself off the doorway and made your way towards her.

Offering out a plate as she crawled her way to the edge of the bed to sit, she took it and started happily munching on the sandwich you made. Putting your own plate on the bedside table, you picked up your own sandwiches with one hand and bent down to scoop Kuma up onto your lap with the other as you sat next to Jennie. While you silently ate your meal and occasionally pulling out pieces of ham for the eager pup seated on your lap, you looked over at the satisfied look your girlfriend gave along with the little happy hums and smiled at the simple reaction. When she returned the look questioningly with her head tilted, you shook your head once again and took the now empty plate from her hand to stack up with yours on the table. Opening her arms for Kuma to hop into, you watched as Jennie moved herself back into the center of the bed while cuddling with her fluffy companion. Noticing you staring, she flashed you a gummy smile and blew a kiss in your direction as thanks for the meal. Catching it, you brought it to your chest where your heart would be and flopped down next to the pair. 

It took a while to find a comfortable position, but eventually Jennie found herself sitting back facing you between your legs as you cuddled her from behind, and she held Kuma in her arms as he napped. There was no rush of time for once, and the both of you took full advantage of it to just enjoy the quiet moments that you share. Leaning back into your shoulder, your girlfriend broke the silence. “Why does the sky look different everyday?”

Turning slightly to look at her for the sudden random question, you turned your attention to the napping dog, eyebrows furrowed in deep thought. “I’ve heard stories, about how when someone passes on, they are given a chance to color the sky.”

“Why does spring come after winter?”

Humming to fill the silence, you can feel Jennie’s eyes were focused on you, expecting an answer. “I guess it’s mother nature’s way of saying that it takes time but life still goes on after a miserable season.” Scrunching your face, you turned to look at Jennie once again to gauge her reaction to your answers.

“Are we playing the one sided 20 questions today? Is that what it is?” Chuckling, you press a kiss to the top of her head as she continued staring at you. “I can hear the gears in your head turning, princess. Is there something you want to say?” Shaking her head as she once again rested her head in the crook of your neck, you nodded. “Alright, then just let me know if you get hungry again.”

Kuma ended up waking and abandoning the both of you to go play with his toys a couple hours of cuddling in bed after. Growls could be heard from both your stomachs before Jennie involuntarily allowed for you to move yourself off the bed and immediately attaching herself to your back in a hug as you both waddled your way into the kitchen. The restricted movements definitely made preparing for dinner harder, but the little pecks you received on your cheeks as you occasionally fed Jennie the cut ingredients over your shoulder was all you needed for encouragement to complete the meal.

The day spent was simple, with no real purpose but Jennie appreciated the downtime of just spending time with you even though you could probably have been doing something else. It made her value the fact that you chose her over everything else as priority. In a sense, she expected it to be an obligation seeing as to how she was always busy with her schedules and there was little time that you two can actually spend time with one another. It still made her little heart sing seeing how willing you were to dedicate all your time to her.

Watching as you collected all the plates on the dining table and brought it to the sink to begin washing up, she silently wondered, just what she did to deserve someone as loving as you are. Jennie knows, that everyone had different love languages, and that she isn’t easy to get along with or please, yet you stuck by her side giving her every piece of yourself that you could offer wholeheartedly. It struck a cord within her and she questioned if she was actually worthy enough for someone like you as she watched your back facing her while you washed the dishes. She gave you calls and messages whenever she could yes, but it didn’t feel enough for the amount of dedication you showed towards her. Yet once again, she has never heard you speak a word of it. You were always happy with her around. She has seen how your eyes lit up when you looked at her, and how everything she did; childish to many amused you, and you would even play along. That isn’t something most people could do. It was almost as if...

Jennie knew what it meant, no doubt. Standing up, from her seat, she shuffled her way to once again embrace you from your back. Jennie knew the answer, but she still had to hear you confirm it. However many times it took.

"You love me."

"Of course I do, Jennie."

That was more than enough to convince her.

[ioon]

Shigaraki x Reader (nsfw)

It’s Just a Game

Content:

- creampie - degrading language - rough sex -

“Aha!! Finally! Eat dirt Shiga!”

“Goddamn it (Y/n) I swear-“

Shigaraki bit back something vulgar, you could tell by how he stopped himself, but you couldn’t help but laugh instead. It was fun watching him get cranky, his ego cracking every time you beat him in his favorite game. It's about time someone knocked him down a few pedestals.

“Oh sorry what was that?” You leaned in closer to him, pretending like you didn’t hear what he just said, “I can’t hear you over how I just kicked your ass.” You laughed louder, dramatically kicking your feet in the air. Yeah sure you were being extra, but fuck it, am I right?

He sucked his teeth in response, tossing the controller across the messy room. “Shut the fuck up.” He said bitterly, and you dramatically clutched your chest, mouthing the words ‘owch.’ He rolled his eyes, “You just got lucky, there’s nothing to it.”

“So I got lucky four times in a row then, huh?” You smiled smugly at him, and he snarled.

“Keep talking and-“

“You’ll beat me at another game? Yeah save it.” You stood, tossing the controller onto the pillow you sat on, “While you’re busy sulkin’ imma get a snack, a winner does deserve some R&R, dontcha think?”

“Get the fuck out before I kill you.”

You let out a cheesy ‘teehee’ before sticking your tongue out and leaving.

••

You stretched as you made your way back in the room with a full belly, turns out Kurogiri had some good grub hiding away. Now? You were in for a nap. Throwing your body onto Shigaraki’s bed, you cuddled one of the many pillows he had and huffed, he would just have to sleep on the floor tonight. You were just about to fall into a much needed slumber until your body was suddenly flipped, and without much time to react, your hands were bound to the headboard. “What the fuuuuck?” Is all you could let out as you squint to see who dared to straddle your waist, and to little to no surprise it was- drumroll please… Shigaraki. “What in the hell are you doing?” You barked, yanking at the belt that ruthlessly dug into your skin.

“Playing a game I know I can beat you in.”

“Are you kidding? And what’s that huh?” You asked, completely naive to his intentions, “How am I even going to play a game like thi”

“God you’re such a dumb bitch.” He smirked to himself, and you couldn’t help but close your legs at the rude remark, “Not even sure how you beat me so many times that being true, but that doesn’t matter now.”

His hand gripped your hair, yanking it back while he leaned in close, his voice raspy, “I bet you’re wondering what this game is, hm?”

You groaned, bucking your hips in hopes to toss him off you, but it didn’t do anything, which did not surprise you. “God! What is it already? And your yanking hurts.!” You yelped, and he only pulled harder, causing teardrops to sting the corners of your eyes.

“So impatient, but fine, whoever cums first, loses.”

“What?” you choked out nervously.

“I know you fucking heard me.” He snapped back, and he was right, you did hear him, but you couldn’t quite grasp it, the same goes for the bulged you felt poking into your stomach, everything was moving too fast, and happening too suddenly. “You wanna be a bratty bitch huh?” His words pulled you from your thoughts as he nipped at your throat, leaving red bite marks down your exposed neck, you whimpered in response, legs softly kicking underneath him

“Shigaraki you’ve.. you’ve gotta be kidding me.! We can just play another video game you nerd!” You huffed, trying to shake your head- but the rough hand gripping your hair didn’t let you move without wincing.

“Shut up before I gag you.”

You closed your mouth, lips pressed tightly together as you squirmed underneath him- but instead of getting off, his hand held your shirt, all five, disintegrating the fabric, leaving you exposed to the cool air, and his gaze. “I’ll never get used to this.” he mumbled to himself, his hand ridding of your bra next, and soon you were completely bare.

You gasped, “This is embarrassing Shiga.!”

“Mm yeah it is..” he finally moved his hand from your hair, but quickly put them to use by exploring your body. His rough fingers prickled your skin, sending gentle shivers up your spine. “God you’re so fucking sexy..”

You felt your cheeks heat up, “You’ve seen me a thousand times alrea- ah!” His hands gripped your breasts, fondling and kneeding at your soft tits, all the while he put his mouth to work; tongue swirling around your already hard nipple, sucking on the bud before biting ever so softly. You let out soft moans, your back arching at the much wanted attention and for fucks sake why was this nerd so good at this.. you couldn’t help but rub your legs together, desperate for any type of friction while Shigaraki slurped and kissed your breasts hungrily.

“I love your tits..”

You quivered, rolling your hips against Shiga’s, his blunt words doing things to you, “Please just.. fuck me already..” You begged, something you hated doing but- today was an acception. You didn’t give two shits about this little game he was playing, all you wanted now was his cock stretching you out.

“So eager to lose, too bad you don’t have a say in shit (y/n).” You felt his breathy laugh heat up your wet chest before he sat up, shuffling to where his crotch was just below your breasts.

“What’re you-“

“Can you be more naive?” He unzipped his pants, his thick cock springing out as he freed himself, “I’m gonna fuck your tits.” With that his hands worked at the belt tying you down, “Hold your tits together, tightly.” He commanded, and you listened.

“After this..” you looked up at him through your eyelashes, “you’ll.. fuck me.. right.?”

“Hmm..” he looked down at you, haphazardly stroking his cock, your hands pressing your pretty tits together, puppy eyes staring up at him. Fuuuck.. did you look delicious.. if he didn’t set that stupid ass rule, he would be balls deep in your cunt. “We’ll see.” He replied dryly, hands moving to grip the headboard for support as he pushed his cock in between your breasts, his hips moved slowly, slicking the tight space with his precum before he slowly picked up the pace. He shuddered when you pressed harder against him, practically milking his cock. “Ah.. if you’re a good little slut then.. mmh.. then maybe.”

You whined, feeling your cunny gush as you watched your boyfriend’s dick fuck your tits. You wanted more.. you wanted his cum.

Your tongue stuck out and opened wide, lifting your head slightly to catch the tip of his cock in your mouth, sucking up whatever musky precum leaked out.

You felt him buck, his hips snapping forward whenever he pulled back. “Oh fuck you’re such a whore.. a little slut.” He growled, the sight of you desperately trying to get him off.. did things to him, “You like that huh? Me using your tits as my fucktoy?” He thrusted harder, and you moaned in response. “Use your fucking words.”

“Yes.. yes I like it..” you said shyly, “I like it when you use me.. Tomura..”

Something in him snapped, the way you said his name, how you practically moaned it.. “Fuckfuckfuck..!” He groaned loudly, throwing his head back, the want- no, the need to cum all over you overcame him. Fuck this who ever cums first loses shit, tonight he was going to decorate your body with his seed.

You could only let out tiny whimpers as your boyfriend leaked all over you, “Fuck (Y/n)” he looked down at you, “open wide for me, m’ so close..” he breathed out, and you complied, your mouth widened as you gazed up at him, doughy eyes practically begging for it. “Fuck… yeah.. keep looking at me like that whore..”

His thrusts became sloppier, desperate as he chased his own release, and soon enough it came- or should I say he came. Thick ropes of cum spewed out of his slit, most of the milk landing on your tongue, but it still covered your tits and face. He slowed down, dragging out his thrusts as you squeezed and sucked out any cum that stuck to his tip. “You’re such a good fucking girl, you know that right?” He growled out before getting off you, his cock somehow still hard. “Now strip slut.”

Your face couldn’t get redder as you peeled off your thin shorts, along with your soaked panties. He hummed in approval, “Hands and knees, stick your ass out too, like a good girl.” You huffed, all these commands.. but you listened, flipping to your tummy and pushing yourself up, your ass in the air.

“Come on Tomura…” you mumbled, “Pleaaseee..”

A hard slap came down on your cheeks, leaving them stinging, “Shut the fuck up bitch. God, why are you so needy?” His hands roughly gripped your waist, long unkept fingernails digging into your plush skin as he held you still. “Who’s cock are you a slut for, hm?” You felt his wet tip slick against your pussy, rubbing against your hard clit teasingly.

Your back arched, making an attempt to push yourself against his cock, fuck if he wasn’t holding you down right now.. “Please To-“ another slap met your ass, interrupting your pathetic pleading.

“You don’t listen do you?”

You pushed your face into his pillow guiltily, he groaned annoyingly in response, he was tired of playing. How his cock twitched against your entrance, craving to fill you to the brim while he watched you beg for it to end.. shit..

He couldn’t wait.

His thick cock pushed into you, stretching out your tight little cunny, “You feel so good..” he groaned, slowly inching farther into you.

Your pussy felt full already, he had no right to have this big of a dick… you gripped the blankets underneath you, pulling gently as you moaned out.

You heard him whimper as your walls twitched around him, he sat there for a moment before thrusting ruthlessly, catching you by surprise. “F-fuck.!” You cried out, your body bouncing as he slipped in and out of your cunny. His cock went impossibly deeper every time he met your waist, the room filling with lewd sounds of your pussy being fucked and your desperate moans.

“P-please.! Tomura.! Too.. too fast..” you whimpered, his cock kissing your cervix every time he thrusted in, shaping your cunny to fit him perfectly.

“Fuuck..!” His hand came down on your sore ass, again, and again, and again, you were crying by the time he finished. Your tears staining the pillow under you as he fucked you senseless, the pain and pleasure leaving you in a stupor. “That’s what a slut like you gets.” He grunted, his hips moving impossibly faster, “You asked for this didn’t you? For your boyfriend to fuck the shit out of this sloppy pussy?”

“Mmh..! Ah! More.! Make me..” you whimpered, your hips bucking against him, “please make me cum..”

He gladly took the invitation, reaching his hand to your dripping cunt, “You’re so damn horny aren’t you..” he growled into your ear, “Your juices are practically wetting the bed… just begging to be used more..”

Your back arched against him as his finger rubbed your clit, slowly swirling around the hard bud while he rutted against you. You couldn’t do anything but tremble and whimper, your sweet cunny twitching around his thrusting cock, his fingers adding to the much welcomed pleasure.

You could feel it coming, your body began to tense, eyes rolling as your mouth gaped open. “Yes.! Yesyes..!!” Your legs clenched around Tomura’s wrist as he sped up, finger rolling roughly against your clit as his thrusts continued to be unforgiving, his own release just around the corner.

“M’ gonna fill you up (y/n), god you’re gonna be so full when I’m done..” he cooed, nibbling at your neck greedily.

Shit.. a wave of intense pleasure ran through you, your toes curling all the while pathetic moans filled the room, Tomura’s fingers slowly riding out your climax, the rough pads of his finger gently pressing on your clit, all the while his cock did the same, his pace slowing, letting you fall from your high.

You were left tired, your chest falling to the bed below, your arms too weak to keep yourself up, “Thank you… thank you Tomura..” you mumbled, your mind in a daze as he slicked his finger along your cunny one more time before bringing it to your mouth. You didn’t think twice before opening up to suck on his digits, tongue swirling around his fingers, lathering your tongue with your own musky-sweet taste.

You heard him whisper something, but that didn’t matter, his thrusts picked up the pace again, hands once again digging into your waist as he bottomed out in your cunny, his balls slapping against your sensitive clit sent shocks up your spine, waking you up immediately. “N-Nghh!!” You let out choked whines as he used you, your body bouncing embarrassingly against him.

“Fuck I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum (y/n)..” he grunted, his breath loud and heavy as he threw his head back, your pussy feeling hot and tight around his cock, no matter how many times he fucked you stupid. His nails dug painfully in your flesh again, you could feel your skin aching as he gripped you.

“Please.. please.. cum..”

Your words snapped something inside of him; his thrusts became sporadic, sloppy even as you felt thick hot pools of cum fill you. He pumped a few more times, your little pussy milking him greedily as his seed began to spill from your tight hole, a lewd mess of both of your juices staining the sheets.

“Fuuuck (y/n)...” he hummed lowly, pulling out slowly to watch all his cum spill out of you, the sudden emptiness making you whine. You expected him to lay next to you but instead he spread your cheeks to get a better view, your twitching hole gaping, leaking. “God you’re so sexy.. can you cum for me one more time?”

His lips met your cunny suddenly, causing your hips to buck sharply. He sloppily slurped up everything you spilled, and soon he worked at your clit, tongue rolling against it, swirling longingly. “F-Fuck!!” You yelped, this was- way too much, “Tomura I- I can’t, no.!” You pleaded, clearly overstimulated, but he couldn’t care less. Instead of listening, he sucked harshly on the hard bud, leaving you squirming under his mouth.

“God.. you taste good with my cum in you..” he mumbled, kissing your cunny before dragging a long tripe up your folds, he was greedy, “You’re gonna cum on my face,” he slapped your ass harshly, gripping it afterwards, “you hear me bitch?”

You whimpered pathetically, too blinded by Tomura’s tongue slipping against you to respond. It didn’t take long before you were biting the pillow under you, feeling your cunny tighten as his tongue made short thrusts in and out your pussy. The familiar feeling engulfed you, pure bliss swallowed you while as you came on his mouth, your cunt gushing all over his face.

“Mm (y/n) you did so good..” sat up, letting your hips fall as he laid beside you, “for a stupid bitch in heat that is.” He said cockily as his arm pulled you close, your tired body laying against him.

“Oh just.. shut up..” you groaned annoyingly. The temptation to roll to the other side of the bed nicked at you- but if you were honest, his warm body flush against yours made you feel nice. “You still lost your own game..” you murmured.

“Fucking smartass.” He gripped your chin, forcing you to face him, “Even after I made you feel like bliss, you’re still a fucking pain in the ass.”

His lips met yours, it was a sweet, simple kiss before he let you go, allowing your head to rest on his forearm.

“You still love me though..” you said tiredly.

“.. Sure sure, go to sleep already.”

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL

April 2021 Part 1

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Second Chance Ep 1 - living up to its name since it looks to be a series of redemption arcs. Launched with a college confession and a broken friendship, then a flash back to them as seniors in high school. Pairings include friends to lovers, nerd/jock, and maybe cafe boss/employee. There’s a lot going on, but it’s still... quiet and sweet. The script is pretty pat but it’s still WAY more watchable than Cupid Coach or Brothers and most of the acting is solid. Ep 1 tropes included: he’s in engineering, wound tending, fast & bicurious. This could turn into what I wanted My Gear & Your Gown to be. Fingers crossed. 

Love Poison 2 Ep 1 & 2 turns out I did watch and report on season 1 (8 eps), season 2 seems equally unmemorable. Thai countryside setting, strong dialect, incomprehensible plot, camp side characters, and ghastly singing. 

Y-Destiny Ep 1 (eng subs?) - opened with the sports romance enemies to lovers (they aren’t going in the teaser order). When the couple got over fighting, the flirting was v cute, but the flipping SPONGE BATH trope had to rear its ugly head. Still, this series is shaping up to be less coy and more frank than most BL, better than expected. It feels, I don’t know, gay-er or something?  *** Sources were correct that each couple is getting (at least) 2 eps, and MDL has been updated to say this is a 15 episode series (not 7). 

Cupid Coach 12 fin - The new Nite was great and should have been a main all along. It felt like we got a tiny nugget of what could have been in about 10 minutes worth of this last ep. It was way too slow with terrible editing and a criminally bad script, but at least it ended happy. Mostly, like Friend Forever, I’m just disappointed that these two actors were done dirty by the series. Bad Cupid Coach, no screen caps for you. 

Lovely Writer Ep 6 - breaking news, there’s a het couple I like: toppy bi femme + soft boi = such a good pairing! I know, but this NEVER happens. Meanwhile, Sib’s secret is out, Gene is a bit of a drama queen, and the plot thickens. We half way through.  

Brothers Ep 9 - Kaow had a serious moment of advice giving that was truly lovely. Lots of family dama made this a superior episode to... well... any of the others in this series. Which isn’t saying much. 

1000 Stars Ep 10 fin - at the start this series didn’t grab me the way GMMTV’s last BL, Tonhon Chonlatee, did. But boy did it end 1000x better. Might have given us 2021′s best forehead kiss. I enjoyed the ultra romantic cliff-top reunion kiss, and I LOVED the stinger flirting scene. That was an absolute gift we had no right to expect. This drama is a poster child for finishing on a high note (always focus on that dessert course). Final thoughts? This was FAR more a classic romance than it was BL. There were some BL tropes used but not many and most of them originated in the romance genre not yaoi. A picture perfect ending bumped 1000 Stars much higher up my best-of list than expected. Not sure how often I’ll rewatch it as a whole, but this last episode? I’m probably rewatching it right now. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Dear Uranus (Taiwan GL) Ep 3 fin - I guess that’s it? Okaaaaay  

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 3 (AKA Ep 5-6) - we got actual legit gay culture not just BL (always appreciated) from XingSi. I’m starting to find LiCheng’s “show them we fucking” hijinks hilarious rather than annoying (not sure why, maybe I just love a rubber chicken, or maybe it was the STUFFED CORN WITH THE TASSEL that did it). 

-- H4 Moment of RANT --

Tropes included beach trip, there’s only one bed, cook for him, baby is a floppy drunk, carry baby to bed, and.... drunk non-con. Whoopdedoo. Here we go again. Did TharnType teach us NOTHING? (Apparently it taught us if the chemistry is good enough, I have no morals at all.) At least H4 seems to be taking us out of cheese into serious when it comes to assault. Or is it? 

I take back what I said last week about XingSi & YongJie being codependency + salvation trope, that only works if YongJie is the uke. He’s NOT. So we got us an obsessive predatory villain with a possible redemption arc. That’s more common in crime dramas, mafia romance, and epic fantasy than BL. It’s real hard to redeem a sexual predator in a reality-grounded universe like contemporary romance (See Kla in LBC1&2). 

Next week is gonna be a test of the whole damn franchise. Imma remind both me a you that this was ep 3 of 10 so we got a ways to go yet... but ooof, what have we wrought, BL? (I ended up doing a whole post about the stepbrother trope because of this sub plot.) Taiwan is killing me.

-- RANT ended --

Word of Honor (China) Ep 19-21 - over half way point so we got ALL the back story (in a classic 4 act story structure midway reveal). Now we know who WKX really is and his lineage. We also got some cute hugs and hand holds. Moving along at a nice clip despite being 36 eps total. Still gayest thing to come out of we-not-gay China since Advance Bravely. 

Most Peaceful Place (Vietnam) Ep 2 - takes them a while to get eng subs together and ep 2 didn’t drop until late. So I’m putting this in a Thurs time slot going forward. Miscommunication already cleared up and a 2nd couple has been introduced. The pacing on these Vietnamese BLs is always a bit... off. But it’s still better than most of its ilk, enjoyable. I’m thinking it’s a 6 ep arc. 

We Best Love 2 (Taiwan) Ep 5 - after the initial drama DRAMA of ep 2, the current external crisis at work is much quieter, giving this whole season a top heavy feel. Taken along side the first season, I think it’s fitting nicely into a 4 act structure, but that might be my bias. I hope I’m not wrong, we’ll find out next week. Shi De puttering about being domestic with Shu Yi on his back was the best execution of the piggyback trope EVER. Meanwhile, our little D/s side couple of codependency, salvation trope + mental illness is becoming weirdly appealing. I don’t know. H4 done mess with my head. 

Stand Alones 

Absolute BL AKA Zettai BL ni Naru Sekai vs Zettai BL ni Naritakunai Otoko  (Japan) Ep 1-4 mini series. Found subs under A Man Who Defies The World of BL. IT’S HILARIOUS. It’s Japan making fun of us, but also itself for having started this whole BL nonsense - from yaoi roots to present day. It’s parody goddamn gold. Utterly cheeky unto the very last line. We are not worthy. 

Apparently the most powerful tropes of all time are: baby is a floppy drunk and the piggyback fo nobility. Oh and chocolate. {Full review here.} 

Honestly, this show may have been made with only @heretherebedork and I in mind. I don’t know if you’d even understand half of it if you don’t have a history with the manga source genre and an obsessive interest in underlying narrative devices. I haven’t seen much chatter in the blog’o’sphere on this one because, in the end, it’s not a romance at all, it’s social commentary. 

The ending line was a masterclass in lampooning a genre. I’m going to rewatch the whole thing just to catch all the digs I missed first time around. It is a thing of beauty and a joy forever. 

Thank you Japan. I forgive you all your hair-styling sins of the last decade. 

Breaking News 

Spring Line Up:

Scholar Ryu’s Wedding Ceremony AKA Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korean historical BL) April 15th 

Close Friend the series (Thai trailer) April 22. 

2gether the movie (Thai trailer) April 22 to Thai theaters.

Nitiman (Thai) May 7 on One31.

I Told Sunset About You 2 (Thai) May 27 on LineTV

Ossan’s Love (Hong Kong) June to Viu 

Gossip 

Bad Buddies released its first promo op via Arm Share, which means GMMTV is at least *thinking* about filming it. 

Fun behind the scenes gossip sesh with eng subs for Tell the World I Love You (that Perth Bas movie we are maybe getting someday but will likely be sad). 

New Thai BL Bite Me (adapted from novel Grab a Bite) dropped a teaser. It stars Mark Siwat (Kla in LBC) as uke character Ake, a delivery boy with special foodie powers, and chef Eua (seme played by Zung Kidakorn) who discovers him. It’s from the same author as Manner of Death so we might even get some actual plot. Since it’s an established BL actor who I happen LOVE, a known author, and a plot about FOOD, I could not me more excited for this one. 

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed a day later than actual air date for accessibility reasons. Some are dropping multiples at a time but just started so I’m not sure on numbering. 

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

[sapphicdib]

📌✨🎶💎 for the ask thingy???? :D

I’m using 🌲for gravity falls, 🛸 for invader zim, and 🍂 for over the garden wall!

📌 How did you find your hyperfixation?

🌲- my brother and I saw an advertisement for it on Disney channel before it premiered and decided to watch it! It became our “show” kinda and we always tuned into the new episodes when they came out. One of the only times i’ve seen my brother cry is during the finale when it ended in 2016. I only actually fully hyperfixated on it when me and my friend watched it in late 2020.

🛸 - My friend had been fucking begging me to watch invader zim since we met in 2013 and i finally decided to watch it over spring break of 2020…and then the world shut down. Personally i blame the trauma of the start of covid for making this hyperfixation so intense.

🍂 - (Ex) girlfriend was a wirt kinnie and asked me to watch it while we were dating in September. I had already always been planning to watch it, because it was in that kinda “cartoon trifecta” in the 2010s and was closely tied with the gravity falls fandom, but I just never watched it. Oops.

✨ What draws you towards your hyperfixation?

Honestly I have no fucking clue, the only common threads I can feasibly see is “cartoon with a pathetic pre/teenage boy that for whatever reason I kin or relate to”.

🎶 if your hyperfixation has songs/an ost, what is your favorite song from it?

🌲 - Theme song. My friend has like multiple recordings of me stimming during it and it’s mildly embarrassing but whatever

🛸 - The show doesn’t really have an ost but after reading the artbook, jhonen apparently specifically told Kevin Manthei to NOT make the sound design sound like a kid’s show and jesus this man delivered. Half the suspense in dark harvest is JUST from the background music and sound design alone. Also the theme song slaps.

🍂- oh god oh fuck oh god how do i choose. FUCK. Patient is the night? No, Adelaide parade, wirts laugh in it makes me shrivel up into a ball of tears. NO THE BEAST IS OUT THERE. TAVERNKEEPER RIGHTS SHE WAS ROBBED OF A LONGER SONG,,,over the garden wall is also just so pretty and RAHHHH THIS IS SO HARD. ALL OF IT. IDC IM CHOOSING ALL OF IT AND YOU CANT STOP ME

💎 - are there any fun facts or trivia that you would like to share?

🛸 - I know way too much about this fucking show 😭 The artbook provided so much shit AND i’ve been to multiple panels with Rikki/Aaron/Richard/etc so their stories are fucking hilarious. Their pilot episode was shown directly after Dora at a company meeting. Jhonen was edgy as fuck and put red panels over the lights in the room to try and make it look more intimidating but it just made the light pink. The reason Rikki was brought onboard to the team was because Jhonen met him at a comic book convention and only walked up to their table bc him and his wife were goths. They didn’t tell Richard the movie was happening until the last minute because they knew he’d be extremely excited to play Zim again and didn’t want to get his hopes up if the deal fell through. There’s more but this is turning into an essay so imma shut up now.

Ty for the ask tia ily <3

[i-need-some-mint-tea]

Cherries and Chess

I decided to write Fan AU 2; Electric Boogaloo 

Words: 1704

Tags: @imma-potatoo @red-imeanblue

Pairings: Loceit, but they’re both gay idiots despite being so smart

~~

(Logan’s perspective)

It had been a week since I had first joined Janus on the ceiling fan. In that time, we had established a routine. I’d usually get up first, eat some cherries that I stick to the ceiling, replace them, talk with Janus, Patton would hand us some food with some help from Roman (Patton got on his shoulders so he could reach us), Virgil would get a snack, talk with Janus, do some other activity, talk with Janus until it was dark outside, then sleep. Rinse and repeat. I had to admit, it was quite nice. Most surprisingly, talking with Janus wasn’t as draining as talking with the others. That was most fortunate because he was the only person who was constantly with me.

The sound of footsteps brought me back to reality slightly, by the pattern of them, I knew it was Patton bringing us breakfast. I saw him walk into the kitchen, “Heya, kiddos!”

He said cheerfully. “Good morning, Patton,” I heard Janus say. I heard the fridge open, but I paid no mind, I was too absorbed in my thoughts to care. I heard Patton take a deep breath in. I knew what was going to happen, I covered my ears. “ROMAN!” Patton yelled, immediately summoning the side in question.

“Yes, padrè?” Roman questioned, then saw where he was summoned to. “You do know, Patton, that you could just do this,” Roman waved his hand dramatically and a pulley system materialized right next to me. “You can use this pulley to bring them food. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to finish my morning routine. A prince must look his best!” With that, Roman sunk out.

“Thanks, kiddo!” Patton called after him. The three of us sat in silence, the sizzle of bacon Patton was making the only sound. That peacefulness was quick to end as Remus came barreling into the kitchen.

“Hey, nerds!” He called out to who I presumed to be Janus and I. The both of us looked down at him. “Throw the cherries down at me, I want to see how many I can catch in my mouth!” He said as he grinned maniacally.

“I suppose that would be interesting.” I tilted my head, “That’d be a good experiment. How many cherries can one catch if they’re thrown off of a rotating object?” I asked aloud.

“Let’s find out, shall we?” Janus said, and before I could answer, he plucked a cherry from the bag sitting next to me and threw it down at Remus. I saw Remus’s eyes light up as he dove for the cherry like the only thing that mattered was catching it. To my surprise, he did catch it. Never underestimate Remus, I guess.

We threw 7 more cherries down at Remus before Patton said, “Well I do think this is fun, maybe you should turn the fan off, it could be a haza-“ I cut him off, “It’s for science, Patton!” I said with a grin on my face.

“I’ve seen you smile a lot more ever since you got on that ceiling fan, kiddo.” Paton smiled, “I guess I’ll let it slide.” Wait. I’ve been smiling more?

“Patton, what do you mean I’ve been smiling more?” I asked as I tossed another cherry down to Remus. He caught that one as well, that’s 27 he’s caught.

I saw Patton scrunch his nose and looked a bit confused, like that was something I should’ve known, “Yeah, Logan. You seem happier.” He suddenly looked mischievous, “Any reason for that?” He asked innocently.

I was even more perplexed. Happier? Reason? How could I supply a reason if I hadn’t even known I was happier? I’ll deal with that later, I guess.

“Care- care to elaborate?” I asked. Patton then looked like he’d uncovered a secret, and his eyes lit up. “Oh, never mind.” He said happily.

I turned to Janus to see if he was listening to see if he could explain what Patton meant, but he was caught up in throwing cherries down at Remus. Finally, a cherry hit Remus in the eye. “How many was that?” I asked excitedly.

As he caught my eye, Janus said, “47. 47 cherries.” Wow, impressive. I looked to Remus, who had picked the cherry off the ground and ate it. I could hear an audible, exaggerated gag from Janus as he watched Remus. I let out a breath of laughter.

“Hey, Janus?” I asked. “Yes, my dear nerd?” He replied, looking at me. I froze for a second when he called me that. Why do I always do that? “Would you- would you want to play chess?” I asked, tripping over my words a bit. I saw Janus nod, seemingly eager to play.

~~

After many hours and 10 games, I said once more, “Checkmate.” Janus looked at me seemingly both bewildered and in awe.

“I have to say, you are very good at chess, Logan,” he said to me. I smiled a bit as my chest swelled with pride, “Thank you, Janus. You are a formidable opponent.” We both had worn ourselves out from so much chess. I had won 6 times, Janus 5 times. This was my seventh win.

It was only 5:00 in the afternoon, yet I was exhausted. As I laid down, I immediately went to sleep.

~~~

(Janus’s perspective)

Logan won again. I looked at him, “I have to say, you are very good at chess, Logan.” I shouldn’t be as surprised as I was, Logan was incredibly smart. That was one of the things I admired about him. Logan met my gaze with a slight smile, “Thank you, Janus. You are a formidable opponent,” he said to me. I smiled, I loved being complimented, especially by him.

I saw Logan yawn and laid down on the fan, with his glasses still on, might I add. Not once had he taken them off. If he always had before this, I didn’t notice. Then again I usually went to sleep before him. If he had his glasses on, he may break them or they may fall off the fan. I reached over and gently pulled off his glasses. Then I made the mistake of looking at his face after I pulled his glasses off.

Holy shit.

I felt a fluttering in my chest as I looked at him. “How the hell is your face so pretty.” I muttered. How dare he make me feel like this. Ew. I hate feelings, they’re so unpredictable and I don’t like it. Yet a small part of me didn’t exactly mind.

I set his glasses down next to him. I put my face in my hands and quietly groaned. I don’t know exactly why I reacted like that when I took off his glasses. Though, at the back of my mind, a possibility of why made itself clear. I ignored it. Nope, nope, not dealing with that today, nope.

I suddenly felt really tired, must’ve been from doing chess so much. I grabbed one of the blankets Patton gave us, laid down, and tried to go to sleep. Luckily, I did so in seconds.

~~~

I woke up for the sixth time, and I checked what hour it was. 5:27 AM was displayed clearly on the clock. I sighed, it’s close to morning, why not stay up? I summoned a cup of lavender tea, my favorite type. I looked out the window into the mindscape, and saw some stars still left in the sky. Maybe I'll look at the stars and watch the sunrise as I wait for my dear nerd to wake up. I wrote a quick note to Logan if he woke up before I got back stating where I was going. I placed the note on the fan, weighed down by the chess board from last night so it wouldn’t fly off the fan.

I hopped off of the fan, and was unpleasantly surprised when I found that my legs were a bit weak. Must be from not moving the past week.

As soon as I got outside onto the roof from the attic window, I felt a warm breeze on my face. Oh, that’s right, it’s spring. I climbed on the roof until I got to a comfortable spot. I looked out over the silent early morning world.

There was a heavily forested area to my right, with trees dotting the landscape everywhere else. There were patches of flowers everywhere, and I saw the grass move with the wind. Just to the left of my, there was a hill with a big oak tree with a tire swing and it too, was blowing in the wind.

I took a deep breath and drank in the scent of everything. I took off my hat, I liked feeling the wind in my hair. I set my hat next to me and looked up at the stars. There were so many stars, I could never count them all. Just then, I saw the sun peek out from over the hill. It bathed the world in early morning sunlight, making the dewdrops on the grass glisten.

I closed my eyes and just listened to the sound of the wind blowing through the trees and grass, as well as the chirps of the birds. I let out a sigh of contentment and hummed a bit.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I hear a familiar voice say. I opened my eyes and saw Logan approaching me on the roof. “It truly is,” I said quietly as he sat beside me. We sat in comfortable silence while watching the sun rise. I had closed my eyes again when Logan spoke, “Janus?” He said softly, as if any louder and he’d disturb the morning world. “Yes?” I asked, not opening my eyes.

“I wanted to thank you for taking off my glasses the other night. I tend to shift in my sleep, so if you hadn’t done that, I surely would’ve broken them,” he said softly. “It’s no big deal,” I replied as the image of what he looked like without the glasses flashed through my mind. The fluttering feeling returned, but I paid it no mind.

We spoke no more as I opened my eyes and together we watched the sun rise.

~~

Hope y’all liked it! I’m having so much fun writing this!

[yikeswtfmate]

Would You Rather

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Summary: Y/N watches a movie. Bucky thinks she’s only had shit boyfriends.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: swearing; some sexual innuendos if you squint; spoiler for To All The Boys 2

A/N: i’m just gonna leave this here; i know i’ve just updated it yesterday but I LOVE THIS SERIES SO MUCH 

A/N2: i ain’t taking any responsibility for this or the next part (that will come tomorrow?), and as always i’d like to thank my beta and most supportive babe on this earth @the-chocolate-moose​ (please keep your blood pressure in check, don’t die on me)

Y/N wakes up with fingers grazing over her bare arm. There’s a hard body nestled right next to her and she snuggles closer, breathing in the smell of flesh, sleep and a faint forgotten tone of cologne. The sun that’s shining through the open windows heats her back, but she doesn’t want to move – right on the verge of waking up, there’s nowhere else that could ever feel better than this. A kiss to the top of her head, and she grasps at the tank top under her hand.

“Come on, baby, it’s already 10 o’clock.”

“Who cares?” She mumbles. “It’s Sunday.”

“Yeah, but I’ve been up for half an hour and I can’t listen to your mumbling about The Office anymore.” He says and nudges her in the shoulder. “I’ll make pancakes, come on.”

Y/N’s eyes pop open and she raises her head. Bucky’s hair is mated to one side, his mouth is quirked in a smile and he’s watching her from deep within an ocean. She’s never loved his eyes more than she does first thing in the morning, right before he gets out of bed.

“Can you put some chocolate chips in them, please?” She murmurs, a rare sweet smile that she only keeps for him.

“Sure, honey.” Bucky kisses her forehead once more and stands up from the bed. “Do you still have those coconut flakes I got? I can add those as well if you want.”

Y/N nods as she watches him put on sweatpants. Bucky starts chuckling when he notices her still laying in bed, sheets bunched up on her torso and thighs, inspecting his every move. He leans over her again, making her squeal when he delivers a rain of pecks on her cheeks.

“I’ll make the pancakes, but you have to make the coffee. I still have no idea how that stupid machine of your works.”

“Ok, ok! I’ll get up, jeesh! And here I thought you’re gonna bring me breakfast in bed.” She pouts.

“Who do you think you are, asshole?” He laughs. “Goddamn Queen of England? Get your butt to the kitchen, I’m spoiling you enough as it is.”

With Bucky gone, Y/N manages to put on her own clothes (well, technically that’s Bucky’s t-shirt, but he doesn’t need to know that), brush her teeth and make the bed. The smell of food finally forces her into the open kitchen, but she’s taking her sweet time in order to admire the view. Bucky’s piling pancakes on two plates, topless. Because that’s obviously the way to fucking cook, isn’t it? The muscles in his back and arms ripple with the motions, and Y/N is suddenly reminded how stupid boys are with their cute faces and dumb bodies.

“I’m almost done and there’s still no coffee.” He announces, back still to her.

“Oh, get off it, you big baby. I’ll make you your goddamned coffee.”

She pushes him to the side in order to turn on the machine. He bumps his butt to hers when she passes him to pour some water from the sink, which makes Y/N yelp and jab a finger in his stomach. Bucky slaps her hand away with the spatula, but she just sticks her tongue out and gives him the finger. Leaning on the counter, watching him flip the last pancake, Y/N crosses her arms in front of her.

“Do you have anything to do today?”

“Nope.”

Bucky takes the full plates and sets them on the table in front of the tv. He waits for her to take her own place on the sofa, keeping quiet until she doesn’t have two steaming mugs in her hands anymore.

“Peggy is spending her weekend at our place, so I was hoping to just hang around here and be lazy with you.”

“Ugh, fine. But if you’re gonna make me put on more clothes, I’ll kick you out.” She warns.

“When did I ever ask you to put on more clothes, babe?”

“You’re disgusting.”

A few hours later, Bucky is scrolling through his phone, while Y/N is laying under his arm, his free hand absently playing with hers. She’s entirely enraptured by what is happening in the movie on tv, which made her bite his knuckles once or twice. He’s unable to focus enough to follow the plot, but her comments and grumbles still make him laugh. A gasp suddenly escapes her lips and she squeezes his forearm, effectively trapping it between her chest and her hands. Bucky can feel her heartbeat under his skin, but he’s a bit distracted by the softness right at the edge of his arm.

“I knew it! I knew you were gonna go back to Peter!” She shouts. “Oh my God, that is so sweet. He loves her so much. Look, baby! Babe, look, look, they’re kissing, he loves her!”

“Stop pulling at my arm, I’m looking, you dumbass! Jesus Christ, how can you be so strong when you’re so tiny?” Bucky grumbles. “What happened?”

“He told her he’s been waiting for her to drive her home because it’s snowing and he knows she doesn’t like driving when it’s snowing. Isn’t this the cutest thing ever?”

Bucky frowns at the tv and then down at Y/N. She’s pouting, big puppy eyes waiting for his reaction. He flicks her forehead, making her bite on his thumb that she’s still clutching.

“Your boyfriends must’ve been shit if you think that’s the cutest thing ever.”

“He’s just a soft boy who’s told her she can break his heart if she wants to. How is that not romantic?”

Bucky shifts in his place until he’s laying on the couch, Y/N on top of him. She crosses her hands on his chest and places her chin on top, demanding an explanation. He smells like coffee and aftershave, and she’s just now noticing his jaw is clean. A finger traces his face until it lands on his bottom lip and she taps it two times. Bucky grabs her hand, kisses each of her finger tips and clutches it back to his chest.

“Ok, so this is a movie about teenagers, right?” He asks and waits for her to nod. “So, it’s more than likely they’ll break up when they’ll move to college. Now, would you rather live the greatest love story of all but not end up with that person or make it work with someone, putting in the effort through the years, knowing that in the end it was all worth it?”

“Can’t I have both?” She giggles. “Alright, fine. In the great words of my sweet bean Michael, ‘if soulmates do exist, they're not found. They're made. People meet, they get a good feeling, and then they get to work building a relationship.’ I’d rather be with someone who I can trust with all my being, although it might get tough at times. I don’t need a soulmate and I don’t need to be swept off my feet constantly, to live a whirlwind romance that ends up fizzling out. I want someone that I can count on, that I know will be there for me no matter what. I want someone I know I can love unconditionally and who will love me back no matter how atrocious I can get at times.”

“You can get pretty horrible.” Bucky nods seriously and has to dodge another flick of her hand. “So, there you go. It’s not the cutest thing ever. It’s cute, yes, but we both know there are more important things in a relationship.”

Y/N hums in agreement and lowers her head on his chest. Her eyes are starting to droop, the heat of the sun mixed with the smell of him making her drowsy.

“Would you rather marry me or your supposed soulmate?” She mumbles, already half asleep.

“You are my soulmate. I’d marry you in any life.” Bucky murmurs in her hair.

“You can’t. Sam would have a heart attack.” Bucky’s laugh rumbles under her, making her smile. “We should do it though. I mean, I’m never going to find anyone I love more than you anyway.”

“I want a spring wedding then.” He chuckles.

“Good. Me too.”

***

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[katsukikitten]

Pizza Night

A/N since 1am is an appropriate time to post. Here have some smut

You kick your heels off the second you get in the door, setting down your work laptop and keys onto the entry table with an angry sigh.

As you make your way further into your house you shed of your stuffy suit jacket before taking off your bra without taking off your shirt with a grace only a woman knows.

"Much better." You hum, tossing it onto the back of the couch. Turning on some soothing music before opening the fridge, spying the chicken quickly. You had promised to make dinner tonight before your man got home.

See cooking wasn't your best skill BUT you always kept your word.

Plus you'd been practicing, trying so hard to hone your skill because your boyfriend always cooked depsite his 12 hour shifts. Even making you meals ahead of time durning his 24 hour shifts. Paired with a sticky note of his angry writing telling you EXACTLY how to heat it best.

Guilt ate you alive although he told you countless times he *enjoyed* cooking for you, *loved* it really. So you took to your phone, scrolled through endless recipes on pinterest before you found the perfect one.

You had only made it once before using Kirishima as a Guinea pig. He had enjoyed it, although it was burnt. He walked you through how to cook it another two times before you finally could make it on your own.

It all started out normally but of course since you were making it for your favorite hot head things were starting to go astray.

Your pan was hot, butter melted like Kirishima had showed you but for whatever reason today some of the meat was not sitting in the pan correctly, charring the middle as the ends became neglected.

You lunged for your phone in a panic, video calling the only man who could help your right now. He picks up on the third ring with a yawn

"Eji! Help!" You cry, "Bakugou will be home soon!"

Time is lost to you as Kirishima instructs you to start over, music still softly playing in the living room but loud enough you do not hear the front door open and close.

Bakugou enters with a grunt, pushing off his combat boots toe to heel. Eager to get out of his hero suit, shower, feed you and maybe fuck.

His eyes spy your work jacket before they roll heavily. He takes the black garment with angry hands as he hangs it onto the coat rack behind the door.

He goes to shout at you for always leaving your jacket on the damned couch before he hears the low tones of a man's voice coming from the kitchen. The ash blonde freezes in place, rigid as he strains to listen.

He steps closer to the kitchen, not daring to turn down the mood music that floats out of the speaker.

"Kirishima I'm so nervous. Nnnngggnnn." He hears your whining better now that he's closer. Whining that sounds too close to when you're over stimulated, cheeks flushed with arousal. He narrows his eyes, telling himself that maybe it's a phone call. Maybe it's a mistake, until he spies one of his favorite work bras you have. A lacy nude thing that he's gotten in plenty of break time bathroom selfies via text just to tease him.

"Ah Kirishima it won't fit!" Another whine.

"Calm down, it'll fit. Just relax and readjust." Kirishima's voice soothes, causing Bakugou to see red as another sinful whine floats down the hall. He rushes into the kitchen, not even bothering to take off his gauntlets as he is hoping to catch you two in the act.

Or at least the act he thinks the two of you are in.

Deep down he is hurt, heartbroken over the fact that you've been sleeping around.

And with his best friend worst yet.

Or at least now his ex best friend.

"IMMA FUCKING KILL YOU KIRISHIMA EIJIROU!" He rounds the corner with popping hands, thinking better than to fill his gauntlets to unleash. Eyes looking for that damned red head.

But instead they fall on you, as you're the only body standing in the kitchen, hand clutched to your heart. It is then that scarlet eyes discover your phone. Propped up facing towards you and the now half burning half raw meal as Kirishima blinks on the glass with wide eyes.

"Baby...?" You ask softly as he huffs, eyes darting around the room before he lunges towards the phone.

"She'll call you back later." He snarls, tapping the glass trying his hardest not to break the screen. He drops his bulky gauntlets, tossing them onto the dining room table.

"Bakugou what are you....?" But he doesn't let you finish, pushing you into the counter, slamming both hands down to trap you.

Silence settles over the two of you as he stares angrily into your eyes.

"Bakugou?" You prompt softly for his hands to find your hips and squeeze until it hurts. You half wonder if there will be bruises by the time he is done.

"I seriously fucking thought I was going to walk in here and see you in a compromising position, *whining* like a brat to another man." He growls darkly leaning closer to your face.

"Suki...." You see the anger smolder in his eyes but you cannot help yourself, "What kind of compromising position?"

His eyes flash a dangerous warning that quickly becomes a promising threat as he turns you around, pushing you harshly onto the counter. One hand is holding you down by the nape of your neck while the other grips tightly onto your hips. He bucks into you causing the edge of the counter to bite into your belly as you try to keep the moan from your mouth.

"Like that little brat." He snarls harshly in your ear, when he sees your cheeks heat he nibbles on your ear, "I see you like it when I'm jealous huh?"

You don't answer although the truth is yes, just a little.

"Do you think Kirishima would pin you like this brat?" He grips tightly on the column of your neck, you feel him harden against your ass as he dominates you.

But often times one does not realize that it is the sub who controls the dom through strategic reactions. A devilsih smirk dances across your lips as you answer faster than you can talk yourself out of it.

"Yes, sir I think he would." Bakugou stills behind you, he knows bait when its presented.

What he should do is press his cock against you a final time and deny you both cumming and the ability to give him pleasure as his little fucking brat.

He decides in a fraction of a second that he is going to make you regret those words. His strong hand pins yours behind your back pressing you harshly into the counter as his toned arm comes into your vision grabbing a utensil from the marble holder.

Your eyes widen as he snatches the wooden spatula with three little slats that will be sure to leave odd welts. He places the handle of the spatula in his mouth as you wiggle to break free while his free hand rips away your skirt to reveal a nude laced thong that matches that abandoned bra so well.

"Oh and who did you wear these for?" He asks holding the utensil just above your ass, "Were you expecting your boss to explore?"

You don't answer, still squirming beneath his steely grip.

"Ah the cat has your tongue now huh kitten?" He brings the spatula up high just for it to kiss your ass with a ringing sound, "See I don't think Kirishima would be rough enough for you."

You let out a moany yelp before he brings the spatula back down again, your core heats as does your cheeks as you enjoy the punishment he brings.

"That's for calling another man with no bra on where he could clearly see the outline of your nipple ring." He growls, striking again and then again, "This is for using your damn breathy whine with him that you know drives me wild brat."

Then he brings it down a final time as you soak through the thin fabric, juices beginning to collect along your thick thighs.

"This is for is for the innuendos that made me think to find you like this little kitten."

You moan again, wondering how big the welts will be or if your cheeks are bruised as he tosses the improtu instrument onto the counter where you can see. The handle is charged and splintered from his grip, the sight of it makes your core clench as you think of him holding back. He smooths his heated hand over his new markings before he gives it a final smack with his bare palm.

Face leaning down low to give it the smallest kiss, his eyes catching onto your overly noticeable arousal.

"Tch. You really are a slut huh? So wet and from being *punished* too." He growls, fingers slipping past the fabric to find your swollen bud, he runs his fingers up your length before settling in on a brutal pace. Your hips buck against him, legs quivering as he begins to bring you up to the best high, your moans come out loud and breathy as he pushes you impossibly further onto the counter top, the edge pressing deeper into your solar plexus.

"So close to cumming already? We can't have that can we? Only good kittens get to cum." He slows just a tad before hearing you up again. Your moans climb higher as the coil in your stomach tightens. Just as it is about to spring he removes his hand completely as you whine in response.

"Bakugou that's..." You don't get to finish before his hand is gripping onto your hair, pulling you up quickly.

"That's not how a good kitten would address me." He growls, before his mouth finds the tender flesh on your throat. Kissing, sucking and biting every moan from you he can as you continue to grow slicker.

"Aaahh. I'm....I'm sorry, Bakugou-sama." He bites back his groan when you answer. His mind flashing back to you in a similar outfit you wore today the first time he met you.

A tight skirt and blouse, a tailored jacket but you must have worn only a bralette that day because all he could see was the outline of your right nipple ring. Winking at him, teasing him from the beginning hinting at the brat that you are. He thought of many dirty things he wanted to do to you.

He never thought they would actually happen, let alone you actually love him.

He slips his hand to give that nipple ring a tug to which you moan before he steps back, removing his hands from your wrists.

"Hands on the counter." He snarls as he takes you in, purplish welts bloom on your ass, making you that much more alluring. Instead of listening what do you do?

You try to pretend that you are in charge, getting up and turning to face him. The glare he serves you is hotter than any fire as he looks down at you, lip pulled slightly away from teeth. You look away as you speak.

"I don't think you're being fair denying me my..." Is all you get out before you catch his eyes again. You gulp as his gaze is now too intense, too heated and dominate to oppose. Suddenly the floor is much more interesting than your boyfriend. A deadly hand grabs onto your chin, he tilts you this way and that trying to catch your eye. Finally you glance at his face before looking away once more.

"I thought you were braver than that little kitten. But you can't even look me in the eye." He moves his hand to your throat as your knees weaken, "Pathetic."

All you can see is his smile as he squeezes, careful to avoid your larynx before he sends you into dizzying sub space. It washes over your body slowly, as if dipping yourself underwater. Your eyes flutter, body relaxes into his touch as many emotions flood your system at once while you engage fight or flight.

Your breathing is short and ragged before he let's go tilting your chin upwards to face him. He looks you over, assessing to make sure he does not need to stop this sudden session he has initiated. When you blink slowly up at him he continues his ravishing. Grip tightening as he leans in, lips hovering over yours before they are devoured.

Harsh kisses, tongues fighting as you gasp for air during it all. Happily giving in to his will before his mouth is at your ear.

"Now be a good kitten and do what you are told. Turn around and place your hands on the counter." You do as you're told, even wiggling your ass as some of your brat swims to the surface. Only to be swatted down by a sharp slap to your ass.

You hear the glorious sound of his belt coming undone before his hardened member is resting on your clit. Try to move for friction only for your hips to be crushed by strong hands. After a moment too long he runs himself up and down you. Before resting at your entrance.

"Please Bakugou-sama. Please." You whine, aching need driving you wild as you wait for him to plunge hilt deep. He slams himself into you and you whimper more than eager for the fucking that is to come.

But he hardly moves, smiling down at you as you look over his shoulder expectant. Bakugou knows he can wait you out. He knows in no time you'll be a needy mess, asking for pleasure. Telling him who owns you all without his asking.

Moments pass as he remains unmoving depsite your whining, clenching and even sad attempts at bucking. His smile becomes deadly as he pulls his final trick to send you buck wild. He twitches his dick and watches you unfold.

Trying so hard to fuck yourself on his dick as he holds your hips, only allowing you to get maybe a half an inch's movement before you slam your hands onto the counter in a huff.

"Sama. I'm going to get real bratty soon!" You voice raises an octive only for him to twitch again, "Please Kirishima wouldn't do this."

He slams your face down into the counter as he leans over you.

"What exactly wouldn't he do kitten?" His voice is dark and deadly, you need to be careful with your answer. You've pissed him off and pushed him too much to where he's left a session before. Leaving you high and dry.

Sure you could make yourself cum fast and hard but there was nothing compared to the edging Bakugou could do.

Plus it's always a harder cum with him.

"He would never be able to fuck me this good. Sama. Or have me beg like you can Sama." You cry out, still aching for the friction. He must not be satisfied with your answer as he keeps his hand on your neck.

"Maybe you should call him right now since the two of you are such good friends."

"But...you're..."

"I'm what? I'm using you to warm my cock. Call him, if you can manage to keep a normal conversation for three minutes while I'm in you then I'll forgive your disobedience and allow you to cum." He passes you your phone, unlocking it to dial Kirishima's number. He waits for you to hit the little green reciever.

"Better hit it before I do or I'll make you tell him who you belong too." He snarls as you fumble with your phone. You go to place it to your ear only for Bakugou to grab onto it. Placing the call on speaker while setting the phone close to you.

"Y/N? Are you and Bakugou okay?" His voice is laced with worry, you go to open your mouth only for Bakugou to pull all the way out just to slam into you again. You scrape the wood on the counter top to keep from crying out.

"Y..yes Kirishima. It was just a misunderstanding." Your respond as Bakugou slams into you again. Causing your eyes to flutter and making you miss everything Kirishima said.

Bakugou cocks his eyebrow awaiting your rebutle before you croak out.

"I'm sorry Eji-san. Can you repeat that my reception kinda sucks."

"I was just asking how dinner turned out but now I'm wondering if there is even a kitchen still standing." He laughs as you look over the burnt meal.

Bakugou ruts into you now with a steady pace. Sure to keep it slow enough that skin would not slap too loudly. You're beginning to lose the ability to think rationally as his fingers tease your needy bud.

"Ah well I'm.." You pause, swallowing a moan whole, "I'm surprised it's still standing too."

The conversation bounces back and forth as you struggle to keep quiet. You watch the timer as it steadily climbs closer to that beloved three minute mark before Bakugou finally gives you some mercy.

"Y/N, get off the phone. We still have to figure out dinner no thanks to you Shitty hair."

"Hey man I was just trying to help." He laughs, "Pizza is always a good alternative! Bye Y/N and Bakugou it was just a miss understanding. Bye friends!"

You barely have time to end the call before Bakugou is now mercilessly pounding into you, the sound of skin hitting skin echoing in the small kitchen melding in nicely with the sounds of your moans and his groans.

He pulls on your hair as he hits into you just right, the coil in your stomach returns as you think of him fucking you during your phone call, of his hands around your throat and the thought of him filling you up has you starting to see stars.

"S...sa...sama." You can barely speak with how nicely he is pounding into you, "I was good right?"

"Are you asking to cum?" He snarls, thrusts beginning to turn sloppy as he pulls on your hair. You nod slightly to which he delights, "You may come but you better scream who you belong to."

He increases the intensity and pace to help send you over the edge. You're screaming as he fucks into you, clenching around him as he sends you into yet another back to back.

All the while your voice goes horse with his name stumbling from your lips.

After your third crescendo he finally allows himself release, more sloppy thrusts as you mewl and moan beneath him. His eyes linger to your perfectly bruised ass, all the way up to your flushed cheeks before he begins to spill his seed within you, burying himself deep within you as he does.

The two of you pant for a moment before he flips you over to plant a searing kiss onto your lips.

"You're okay my kitten?" He asks tenderly as you nod. He notices the abandoned monstrosity that you called dinner, "You tried cooking for me?"

You want to burst into tears over your failure but instead you cling to him for comfort as you again nod softly. He laughs before planting a kiss onto your forehead.

"Thank you baby. It's the thought that counts. But if you have to rely on someone else to help rely on me since I'm the best damn cook there is." He teases wrapping strong arms around you, "Now let's order pizza like shitty hair said. Maybe if you're good I'll make you dessert after."

[eerythingisshaka]

On the Clock II

[Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Reader]

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings:  Adult Content

  Part 1

You check your makeup in your phone’s camera for the umpteenth time, setting any microscopic hair out of place back from whence it came

Yahya sighs.  “That light’s gonna blind my ass before we get there.  You look good already.”

You barely register what he says, looking for your lippie again.  “Last time I’m buying this color.  It’s getting patchy as we speak.”

Yahya rolls the steering wheels in his hand tightly as he pulls off the highway and down the calmer streets as the destination is announced on GPS.

“Patchy?  How does it get patchy when it goes on smooth?”  Yahya questions as he pulls into a parking space.

“Haha!  A question I wish the makeup industry would solve and eradicate, sir!  You drove too fast, hang on.  My nose is kind of shiny.”

Yahya turns off the engine and unbuckles himself.  “Uh uh, nope.  Put that down.”

He takes your compact in his hand and puts it in the glove compartment.  

“No, what are you doing!  You know my skin gets oily.”

He takes your hands, resting them on your lap.  “Your skin is glowy girl, not oily.  You not a piece of fried chicken.”

“Yahya…” You whine before he takes your chin looking straight into your eyes.

“But I ain’t afraid to bite, so chill out.  You are so fucking fine, it’s taking everything for me to not lay you out here and now.”

You lean back, feeling warm off his aggressive compliment  but fighting back your smile.  “You ain’t that bold...plus I’m starving, so take it easy before they give our table away.”

“That’s my girl.”  He kisses your cheek quickly as he gets out to open your door for you.  

Walking into the restaurant, it appears you all weren’t the only people looking forward to a fancy dinner. 

The small blonde hostess gives you a tense smile.  “How many?”

Yahya answers, “No ma’am, we have a reservation here: Abdul-Mateen?”

The woman looks over her tablet slowly.  You check the restaurant and start to get worried.

“Maybe we should just try somewhere else…”  you loudly whisper over the hustle and bustle.

“It’s fine, she’s got it there.  We’ll be sitting down sucking on crab and rigatoni and whatever else my baby wants,” he says each word with more baby talk accent then the last.

You roll your eyes as his lips pucker at you, squeezing his mouth for a more exaggerated pucker as you settle your mouth into his.

“Ahem, I’m sorry, we had a large party before you that is finishing up, so it should just be another 20 minutes.”

Yahya’s demeanor took a cool dip as he turned back to the hostess.  “My reservation was made well in advance, you don’t have a single table ready for us now?”

The hostess looks flustered as she looks around the dining hall behind her and talks into her earpiece.

You loop your arm around Yahya’s, studying his jaw tightening.  Seeing him being upset stressed you out so much.

“Yah, hey?”  You pat his chest softy until he faced you, glad to see him taking a deep breath.  “I thought I was the only one being a mess tonight, remember?”  you say jokingly.

“This isn’t mess, it’s business.  I can’t control this but they damn sure can fix it.”

You bite your lip anxiously.  “I know, but it’s fine.”

He checks his phone.  “We won’t have time to see the movie at this rate.”

The hostess comes back.  “I apologize again but we are working to clear a table right now.  Please wait by the bar if you wish.”

“You got ten minutes.”  He says in a managerial tone, taking your hand to head over to the bar.  You sit quietly as Yahya orders something brown.  “You want your usual?”  he asks.

You take out your phone shaking your head.  “I want my baby.”

Yahya leans over with a sly smirk.  “I’m right here…” he says, as he plants a soft kiss on your shoulder.

You squirm away.  “You know what I mean!  I’m just going to check on our daughter.”  You access the nanny cam app on your phone to see how things are at home before Yahya nabs your phone.

“Uh!  Nope we aren’t parents for the next couple hours.  Let the girl do her job, so I can do mine.”

He puts the phone in his pants pocket as you whine.  “Yahya stop!  It’s for safety!”

“It’s for coddling your paranoia, now calm down.  Take a sip.”  He offers you his drink but your refuse in a huff.

“I want my phone, Yahya.  I’m not playing.”  

Yahya takes another sip of his drink, setting it down in front of you.  His smile widens as he turns to you, spreading his legs.  

“You wanna come get it?”

You stare at him with deadly purpose as he just laughs in your face, crossing his arms patiently.  Your eyes roll down to his lap with slight curiosity if it was your phone or if he was just happy to see you. 

Instead, you pick up the glass and let the liquid run through your body.  “I haven’t had dinner yet, so don’t try it.”

A while later the in house band plays some cover of Stevie Wonder, making Yahya twist with delight. 

“Oh SHIT.  Baby come on, let’s dance.”

You freeze at the thought as his hands reach around to rub your shoulders and puppet you to the music.

“Can you check with the hostess if the table is ready yet?”  You ask deslerately before you are pulled to your feet.  Yahya moves his hips like a salsa dancer pulling you in for a spin and holding you close.  You can’t help but giggle at how light he makes you feel in his arms.

“I ain’t worried, they just have to wait on us now.  How’s that?”  He takes your hands leading you into some intricate two stepping you weren’t prepared for but thoroughly enjoyed.  You all catch the attention of the others waiting at the bar and claps ensue as your dance turns into hired entertainment for the restaurant.  

Yahya hoots every time you spin.

“Girl if you had eyes on the back of your head, maybe you would understand,” he says before giving your behind an ample squeeze.

You bit his ear a little hard until he lets you go in shock.  You smile, giving him a body roll for good measure.

“That’s my knockout.  Come through Tyson!”  Yahya exclaims, pulling you in once more for a final dip as the band finishes and applause carries around you all.  You feel elation as he picks you up again quickly, holding you tight.

“Baby,” he says in your ear.

You hold him tight around the waist.  “I feel amazing, thank you hun.  I haven’t danced like that in forever.”

Yahya rubs your back with one hand, inching his arm out of his jacket.  “That’s good, put this on.”

You smile at him with confusion.  “Why? I’m not cold.”

He wraps his jacket around you anyway taking you to the bar.

“Abdul-Mateen, table for 2!”  the hostess yells.

You grab your purse.  “That’s us!”  you excitedly head to be seated.

“Baby, wait!  I’ll get the table, you go to the restroom, ok?”

Now you’re really confused.  “But...I don’t have to pee…”

Yahya’s eyes search yours for an answer before he snaps his fingers.  “Well yeah, I don’t know that, but your makeup, right?  Don’t you wanna recheck it or something after dancing?”

You think of the patchiness of our lippie and spring into action.  “You right, good looking out!  I’ll be back.”

You trot to the back and follow the arrow pointing to the ladies entrance.  The heavy wooden door opens to a warmly lit, floral scented restroom with sink basins that rest on top of the counters.  You open your purse while checking your reflection, rubbing your lips together only to realize your color is perfectly intact.  You wrinkle your nose at this fact and why Yahya mentioned your makeup in the first place until you lift your chin and the light catches your glistening skin.

“Shit.  Damn oil.”  Your compact is still in the car so you take his jacket off to cool down and reach for a paper towel to blot the shine away.

“Fried chicken...he tryna keep me looking crispety crunchety for sure....” You mutter under your breath before stepping back to look yourself over.  

“What the...oh hell no!”  Your eyes stop at your chest as your notice stains of moisture through your dress.  Although your baby was almost weaned, your body hasn’t fully gotten the cue to stop producing.  

You grab additional paper towels, frantically dabbing inside your dress and wiping the outside, making more bits of paper stick to your dress rather than cleaning the mess.  Tossing the towels away, you pace in frustration.  Yahya knew what happened and said nothing, why wouldn’t he say something?  You angrily pick up his jacket as someone enters the bathroom and put it on.

Back at the table, Yahya looks up from his to wave you over but you only look at him and head for the exit.  Two steps onto the pavement, Yahya has already caught up to you.

“Whoa, hey.  What’s up?”  Yahya says, stopping in front of you.

You sigh heavily.  “We don’t have time to eat.  I want to go to the movie.”

Yahya scoffs with ease.  “Babe, it’s fine.  We can at least eat appetizers and take it to go.”

You cross your arms, tapping your foot.  Looking from under him, your personality grew 10 feet taller.  “I wouldn’t know what the time is because you have my phone!”

Yahya’s sunny disposition sinks at your tone.  “Come on now, I just don’t want you so distracted on our night out.”

“And now I got this mess all over my dress.  I just wanted to have a good time.”

Yahya pulls you into him, giving you long drawn out shushing.  “Now the night ain’t even over yet and you throwing in the towel?  That’s not how my baby moves.”

You groan under his chin.  “I guess.”

He looks down at you.  “Now come on.  I don’t wanna bring up a sore subject but...Imma need you to say it with your chest.”

You go to pop him upside the head but he moves out the way too fast.

“And now you tryna run?  Whatcha running for Yah?!”  you yell after him as he hikes it to the car.

He runs backwards away from you, looking back to check for the car.  “That’s it baby, I hear you, come on so we can catch this movie!”

---

Pulling up to the theater, you both rush up to the box office requesting two tickets to the last showing of Disaster in the Sky Pt. 7.  

“I thought we were seeing Four Letter Word?”  you ask as he opens the door to your auditorium.  

Yahya whispers.  “We may have just missed the last showing, but this oughta be good.  Can’t fall asleep in a sky disaster.”

As you take your seats, it didn’t take but ten minutes for you to know that this is not the movie for you.  The acting was terrible, special effects were juvenile, and wasn’t the dumb big tit blonde archetype dated?

“You want me to get us some popcorn babe?”  Yahya asks quietly, eyes transfixed on the screen.

“No, I’ll get it.  Gimme your card.”  

Yahya digs in his pockets and hands it to you without blinking.  The lobby is dead quiet with one lone employee working snacks. You ask for the large popcorn and candy as your stomach gurgles over the smell of hot butter in the air.  After some extra pumps of butter, you slip the candy in his jacket pocket and head back to your seat.  

At first it’s hard to see but a cell phone glow that is normally unwelcome, happened to be your man’s beacon for you.  As you sit down, you notice his look of concern on his face.  

“What’s wrong?”  you ask, trying to look over at his screen.  

“Uhh...well the babysitter called but I missed it so I’m texting her.”

You sit up in your seat.  “What do you mean she called?  What did she want?”

Yahya’s face senses your stress but tries to remain cool.  “Baby, I don’t know, so I’m texting-”

“SHHH!”  a patron of the theater hisses.

“Yahya, you don’t text after a missed call.  Call her.”

“I’m not trying to stop our-”

“Gimme my phone, now!”  You hold out your hand as he reaches in his other pocket for it.  When you check your screen, you see two missed calls.

“YAH!  She called me too!”  You drop the popcorn and run out of the theater, past the snack stand and onto the sidewalk outside.  The sitter’s phone rings and rings until finally you hear he pick up.  

“HEY!  Yeah, what’s up we got your calls?”  Yahya strides next to you, hands on his hips waiting with bated breath.  

“Uh huh….uh huh...yeah that’s fine.”  You hold your forehead with the cold side of your hand to calm yourself.  “And I’m sorry can you put her on FaceTime real quick?”  You hold the phone out until your baby girl is on screen.  “Hi, Lei!  I miss you!  Mommy will be home soon!”  She coos with a ring toy in her mouth, barely acknowledging you.  You thank the sitter again and hang up before bursting into tears.

Yahya is at your side, hugging you tight.  “Come on, it’s alright.  She’s fine.”

You sniffle through your words.  “I don’t know what I thought would be but I just...panicked.”

“It’s ok, I was too.”

You look up at him.  “Where?  You were still enjoying the movie and texting her at the same time while I ran up out of there like I stole something!”

Yahya wipes a tear away.  “I don’t know where you thought I was being cool.  I just couldn’t move from my spot as fast as you.  No way in hell was I thinking bout that movie, that movie’s dumb.”

“Really?  I thought it was dumb too, but you looked like you liked it.”

Yahya shrugs cooly.  “I like anything you put on a screen that big with surround sound that shakes your chair.  But the night wasn’t about a movie, it was about seeing you and being with you on a lowkey romantic evening.”

You feel yourself getting upset again and look up at the stars for reassurance.  “And don’t get me started on that.  Yahya, I fucking milked my damn self tonight.”

“Yeah that was...wow,”  is all Yahya could utter.

You squint at him with forced anger.  “That was your damn fault.  When I was supposed to eat, you got me up dancing and my body just shocked itself into lactation.”

Yahya takes your hand in his, examining the rock on your finger.  “I didn’t mind it.  You and anything your body does is beautiful.”

You snort, wiping your nose.  “Yeah, while I’m blubbering snot over my baby, I bet I’m real cute.” 

The doors to the theater open as a showing lets out around you, you move out of there way against Yahya.  

“God, let’s go.  I’m so embarrassed.”

But Yahya doesn’t move however, holding you out in his arms you look at him with confusion.  

“In front of all these people, I want you to know that you are the love of my life!  I love you from the top of your head to the tip of your toenails!”

Yahya is practically screaming as you watch him wide eyed, trying to ignore the crowd slowing down to watch.

“Baby, ever since I met you you have been the cream in my coffee, the pillow for my head, my mint when my breath is funky!  And because you love me and all I am, I want to push that same devotion and love back onto you tenfold.”

He shrinks down on one knee and looks up at you, taking your hand like an R&B superstar with a fan.  You sigh to keep from laughing.

“Roxanne, Roxanne...I wanna be your man!  Will you marry me and have my baby?”

You throw your head back in agony over his cheesy lines but his act was still convincing enough.  

“Yes, Jody.  I love you so much!”  your Roxanne persona says as he picks you up and spins you around.  The crowd cheers with applause as you kiss one another.  Holding his face in your hand, you smack his cheek playfully.  

“What were you thinking?”  you say through your teeth.

Yahya smiles back.  “Getting you back in my car to celebrate our matrimony!”  

You feel so much better walking back to the car after Yahya’s outburst.  Looking up at his profile, you nuzzle his shoulder appreciatively.

“That proposal may have outdid your first one.  I knew your childish ways were good for something.”

“It don’t matter to me, long as I make you smile.”  Once you’re by the car, he turns you around and nudges you back, leaning his hand on the roof.  He stares at you like a precious gemstone as his eyes sparkle and dance around your face.  

“What?  You have something to say to me?” you ask, feeling butterflies creep up your throat.

Yahya takes your hand in his, kissing the back of it.  “This was one of the best evenings I had with you ever.”

You roll your eyes.  “Stop lying.  I don’t like liars.”

His thumb rolls over the knuckles of your hand as he cartoonishly agrees.  “Pssh, duh, I don’t either.  But I’m not lying.”  He touches your cheek, stealing your focus.  “The way you looked when I spun you around the room at the restaurant, oooh girl, that smile has more spark than a plug!”

You grin and lowkey hate yourself for doing it on cue of his praise.  But he was on a roll and you ached for more.

“And don’t think at any point tonight you weren’t the baddest mama anyone could ever have.  When you thought things were going down with the sitter, I’m just glad I locked the gat at home cuz you were finna set it off!”

You puff your shoulders for emphasis.  “Cuz nobody better mess with my baby!”  You wrap your arms around his neck, landing a kiss along his jaw.  “Not even you.”

He gives a rich laugh that only comes out for you when he starts to feeling a little nasty.  “Oh, but I don’t get no protection?”

You shake your head.  “None.  You can handle yourself,”

The kiss you share is erotic.  Tongues flipping around one another as Yahya’s hands reach under his jacket you’re wearing, pulling you against him with a soft moan.  

“Come here,”  he says as you follow him to the back of the car, he lifts you on the trunk.  He settles between your legs, rubbing his wide hands across your hips and ass, tonguing down your neck.  You arch against him, opening your eyes to stars above you and slowly leaning back as you caress the back of his head.  Yahya takes his fingers inside the fabric covering your breast to expose your nipple to him.

“You wanna bet I can get something from you?”  Yahya twiddles with your nipple to bring it erect.

“I doubt, but try it anyway,” you say with a wink.  He cups your mound as he licks around your areola then latching his thick lips around it.

As you writhe under him, Yahya leads his hands between your legs, feeling you through your tights.  

“I told you not to wear these,”  he growls, sticking both hands under your dress to pull them and your panties down with one swoop, making you yip in shock.

You try to close your legs, but Yahya wide frame doesn’t allow it.  “No,no wait.  I’m not fucking in public!”

Yahya looks around the car to the surrounding area.  “Nobody’s here.  They all still in the movie.”  Without waiting for your answer, he spreads your legs wider until your thighs are almost lying flat on either side of you like a butterflied chicken.

“Yahya, wait.  I still-”

When his head disappears below you, you felt your defeat crash over you like a tsunami.  His tongue never lies unless its lying down on some pussy.  He wriggles his tongue between your lips with expert level speed.  You can’t relax enough to grab hold of his head, so you claw desperately at the window behind you.  His strength is put to use to keep your legs from crushing his skull.

“Oh, fuck!  Oh fuck!”  is all you can say.  When he does you like this, you want to beat his ass, and that’s how he likes it.  When he comes up for air, he keeps one hand in you and the other unbuckling his pants.

“Whatchu mad for?  Huh?”  he asks.

You put one foot to his chest to shove him back, lifting yourself up by your elbows.  “You’re a damn fool, surprising yourself on me like this.”

He takes your ankle, pushing your leg back.  “I’m the one surprised.  I almost slipped down there.  You been wet this whole time?” You help take his dick out his pants, giving your hand some spit to stroke his hardened shaft.

“I ain’t giving you the satisfaction of knowing,”  you say through your teeth, taking pleasure in him biting his lip to fight the pleasure of your hand on his third leg.  

“You’ll give it to me,”  he says, pulling you closer to him as your leg rests on his shoulder, keeping the other one wrapped around his waist.  You keep a hand to his stomach in anticipation but he moves it, pushing into you slowly, you feel your chill break down completely.  Your head throws back as you mold yourself to him inch by inch.

“Ah, shit. Make it quick, Yahya.  I don’t wanna be caught,” you say under his grip on your neck.

He pushes into you with a quick thrust that makes you howls, leg shaking against him.

“If you think you can shut up, I can,”  Yahya warns, picking up his strokes to meet your requirement.  You don’t want to cum so fast, but he makes it easy for you with his length curving right against you.

“Fuck!  Fuck!  It’s too much!”  you whine, pushing his chest to let up.  His hips spin into you instead, hitting you in a new angle that made your mouth wide and eyes cross.  Yahya knew what was coming when you tightened up on him and he smacks his hand over your mouth just in time.

You lose all strength, lying back and howl into his palm unable to do nothing but take it and ride it out.  No quicker way to touch the sky than some good dick.

“Yeah, give it to me.  I told you you were gonna give it to me,”  Yahya brags as you finish climaxing.  As Yahya pumps you harder, you find it within you to pull him down to you, licking his lips , his chin, and clawing at his back as you whine in his ear for him to cum inside you.

“I want it.  Give it to me, baby.  Show me you love it all.  Cream the fuck out this pussy.”

“Oh, I love it.  Shit!  Say that again,”  he groans.

“Cream this pussy.  Fill it up big daddy, I know you can.”

Yahya and you share a kiss as his hip grind against you.  “I love you Yahya!  OOH I love this dick!”

“Come on and love me baby.  Damn!”  He moans in your mouth as you lock him down, taking him in fully.  You feel him shudder on top of you as you rub his back, feeling yourself full from within.

“Oh shit.  Oh shit, baby, that’s what I wanted since you left the house,”  Yahya says with a labored sigh.  

You chuckle, feeling liberated and unbothered by your public indecency.  “Yeah?  Why didn’t you say something.”

Yahya gave a hoarse laugh.  “Ms.  Don’t-Ruin-My-Makeup?  Yeah, like anything was gonna happen.

You sigh, adjusting your breasts back to their proper place.  “You right.  Once my tiddies leaked, all that went out the window though.”

You both slip back into your clothes.  Yahya finds where he tossed your tights and panties and gives them to you before getting into the car.

“Baby, I am still hungry though.  Can we stop by that pizza place I like and get a large pepperoni?”  

“Yes, sweetheart,  You can have a kidney if you end a night like this again,”  Yahya takes your hand in his as he drives along.

“That was your idea, not mine.  But I liked it a lot.”�� You kiss Yahya’s ear as he drove, gripping his inner thigh and whispering sweet nothings until he got to the pizza place and bought two pizzas.

When you got home, the sitter greeted you both happily.

“So you all had a good time then?” she asks.  Her eyes dart over you in a way that you know she can tell something was up.

“WE sure did Tracey, and thank you so much again.  I Venmo’d you on the ride over so we are all set,”  He goes to set the pizza in the kitchen.

“Thanks!  And Leila is sleeping, we had a great time!  I have her some crackers and juice before bed around 9 oclock.”

“Excellent.  Thanks again.  You drive safely.”  You wave Tracey farewell and close the door, taking off Yahya’s jacket.

He comes downstairs from checking on Leila.  “She is fully intact and breathing,” he reports.

“Oh my sweet baby.  Should we wake her so you can see her before you leave in the morning?  You know she sleeps through the night now.”

Yahya takes two slices on a plate and sets it on the table.  Taking a generous bite he says,  “I don’t have to leave yet.”

“Really?  I thought the schedule was tight?”

Yahya shakes his head, putting an arm around you.  “I can delay a couple more days.  It happens anyway when you miss a flight.”

“Who said anything about missing a flight?”  

Yahya puts his slice to your face.  “Girl if you don’t eat this pizza and hug on me!”  

“Aw!”  You take a bite and wrap your arms around his waist. 

“Plus I don’t wanna leave you stressed.  You taking care of Leila all the time, I need to catch up.”

 “Good cuz I don’t wanna be woken up early tomorrow, I need my rest.”

“You right.  So that means I got breakfast!  Fixing a full course meal for my girls,”  Yahya says excitedly.

“Uh, no!  I don’t need the house burnt down!”

“Here you go!  I am a pro in the kitchen.  More Michelin stars than the telephone book got names!  More bite than Eve with the apple!  You loved my breakfast when you were pregnant!”   

“Yeah yeah, but I haven’t had it since.  Let me go shower.”  

AS you start to get up Yahya pulls you back, putting down his slice.  “Uh uh, one more round before you go.”

“What?  No!  I gotta freshen up!” 

Yahya is already laying you down and playing a scavenger hunt with your body.  “You know why people don’t make their bed?  Don’t make no sense if Imma make you dirty all over again.”

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(lovely anon) i'm so happy to finally be answering this oh my goodness hi gorgeous human being i feel that it has been too long 🥲 SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED SINCE THE LAST TIME I'VE WRITTEN ONE OF THESE HOW HAVE YOU BEEN

to answer the things you have said most recently- i'm so mad that spring break is over bc now i have to go back to life??? like dancing and school and shit that feels so unnessacry 😭 and like i can't just do nothing anymore? i was so used to it and now...... ugh. i STILL haven't played sims (i think it's because ✨depression✨ be hitting sometimes) lol but MWAHAH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOUR NEIGHBOR!AU AND THAT THEY HAD LITTLE BABY LEO!! i feel the name thing.. i just come up with something that sounds nice? i think leo is a nice name, it makes me think about lea michele and the fact that her son's name is Ever Leo but anyway. i don't name my sims after what i want to name my children irl either... idk why though. (i don't know why i'm telling you this but for boy names i love Liam🥰 and if i had twin boys i think i would do Liam and Peter though i am not married to the name Peter.... anywho)

LMAOOO the therpaist coming made me laugh thank you :)) i hope it's helpful? this may be tmi but i've only really had negative thoughts recently and not many healthy outlets so i'm hoping crossing one thing off this sad list will make me feel better :') i think during spring break my anxiety and my depression really spiked? idk, it comes in episodes but yeah THIS GOT REALLY SAD

i think a lot of things when i read your posts but i never say them hahaha so imma say it now: i googled what bon appetit meant ( i also just had to google how to spell it ) but ur right, i feel like bone apple tea makes more sense than bone apple teeth.. the "th" is throwing me off bc how i say it bone appa (like app-a) teet (like you're saying tit but teet lol) so bone apple tea makes more sense to me lol

i never know really know the time difference for anything lmao but est to germany (that's not gmt is it?) is like 6 hours wOAH so it's like 9pm while it’s 3pm here? wowee

i feel mega weird after watching this show called hollywood (darren criss is in it, so is laura harrier and a bunch of other people) but i don't like it💀 i feel really icky rn and idk why but reading your last response to my ask (?) always makes me feel better :')

i am doing what you said btw, i'm typing this on my computer first then gonna transfer it to my phone's tumblr lol but when you said a digital detox, it's interesting cuz i feel like i've been having one since tom's new project was announced? gOD i don't wanna get into it bc i get so triggered but i've been off of instagram since then bc instagram stans literally stand by tom through whatever even when something ain't right- i’m just gonna leave it there bc i’ll continue the rant, but yeah so i took a break lol

also heard abt your driving lesson thing (?) was it that bad? i can't find the old post but someone asked if you hooked up with your lesson person and i was sOOO CONFUSED LMAOO LIKE OK ARIA GET SOME BUT UHH HUH?

now to address the actual response HAHA the way you touch my heart :') by :') bringing :') up :') halle :') being ariel :') (i honest to God don't remember if i brought this up first, forgive me if i did, it's been a minute lmao) i'm always talking about it and i'm pretty sure my family is so tired of me talking about it lmao, but YEAH when i found out they weren't twins i was so surprised but idk why i always thought they were twins? but YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE WITH THE DISNEY TALK- everyone is always like "tiana is my favorite princess" and yea she's strong and stuff but...... she was a frog. for almost the whole time. it's about time we got another one!! i do agree with some people on the fact that disney should just make another black princess but halle is adorable and i was ariel on stage so it's already really special to me :')

yeah lol there are good times with my brothers but they make me mad for a good portion of the time (there's the 12yo vincent and the 7yo daniel but vincent??? psshhh he is a piece of work and i'm not sure how much longer i can put up with him HAJAH AND YES VINCENT IS THE ONE WHO WAS 👁👄👁WHEN I CRIED AND THE ONE WHO DOESN'T LISTEN TO MUSIC- writing this now makes it sound like vincent is awful. which he isn't... we're working on him ig. not to add to the awfulness but no, he listens to obnoxious loud VIDEO GAME MUSIC and won't stop when we ask him to stop... he gets beat up a lot) anyway i imagine being an only child is really calming.. like you have time to yourself and its just you and your parents 😌

yeah let me know if you end up watching it (wandavision)! i think it's great but if you like it lmk!! tfatws is sooo good like PHEW i am honestly loving it. sidenote: j*hn w*lker makes me wanna jump through the screen and choke him to the ground. i was thinking right, and the falcon and the winter soldier (THATS SO MUCH EASIER FAJHKDAH) would techinally be like a 10 hour movie right? because every episode is an hour long and there'll be 10 episodes? like wow. i get what you mean though, abt the racism in the show etc, like looking forward to it but not like..... no i get what you mean i will not try and give another example lol but you make me wanna learn more languages like really badly (bc of what you said about the german to american translation) & if you end up watching hamilton PLEASE LMK ABT THAT TOO HAHAHA i love it so much, same thing with lion king lmaoo

speaking of germany, i was at lunch on saturday with my mom and her friend and we were talking about my schooling and like-- she planted this idea in my head lol like what if i just got my GED and went around the world (to england probably) to get a theatre experience??? and i think it sounds so cool but no where near practical lol, it's just..... the dream haha and i would then try and learn a language 😉

uh yes we absolutely should order basically a resturant meal at a cinema, how about burgers, chips (fries), and a large drink? any time next week works for me, should i pick you up?

also about cherry (which i still haven't watched yet lol) i got the timestamps from tumblr😌 i couldn't find them anywhere else, but i agree, i probably wouldn't even look twice at cherry if tom wasn't in it? like i liked tdatt a lot, but it's not a movie i would be itching to see ya know?

HAHAHAHA THE 24 HOUR NOTIFICATION- i think i have around 1030 hours on sims? but i've had it since 2019 lmao (reading the screenshots, yes u are 100% a genuis, i take screenshots too but on anon you can't upload them so i just read them and retype what i wrote lmao) i think the university experience in the game is fun, but time consuming and it's all work imo. idk why i do it so often tho 😭😭😭

and agreed!! when you're making good money in the game you have to find other ways to make it interesting. my cousins who play it just continously do "motherlode" and i'm like.... then what do you do in your game?? it just sounds boring to me... my current sims household, i had a famous comedian sim, her name was dylan, aND SORRY IM LAUGHING SO HARD WHILE WRITING THIS BC ITS A GREAT EXAMPLE OF THE UNI THING UNLESS IM JUST DUMB, she went to college for communications when i wanted her to be a comedian and when she graduated i realized that degree did nothing for the career 🥲 so yeah, i think i'm just dumb. but she had a kid in college, guy didn't stick around and she was pretty broke HA but then she got married to this (great) guy named steve, made good bank, had 5 more kids (two sets of twins and one more lol) but then she passed. uhm... yeah that's still an open wound . lol i'm kidding, but when you get rich like that, you have to find a way to make the game interesting and i chose a million kids.

(this was one giant paragraph until i broke it up uhh yeah) i seriously don't pay attention to the sims prices and just end up spending way too much money and not being able to finish the rest of the house😭 but then again, i'm so used to having sims live in apartments... if i end up building a house FIRST OF ALL it'll look like what you explained before lmao but i'll tell you if i actually end up building a house HAHA & planning out your sims game is so fun to me lol, did enisa and michael take in his daughter yet? i may be thinking too far ahead lol and i love that they fucked woohooed (i say woo woo lol) in celebration HAHA but when i was playing with this one couple i had them woo woo every night hoping the dude would have horrible pull out game and they would concieve, but one night they were too tired and i was like why? get back in there man. if i was in college and lived with my partner we would be fucking every night homie. be grateful. i have been talking a lot about sims, and like you said: enough 💀 i just love this game a lot 😭😭

SORRY LAST THING i think the sims romantic and sexual stuff is so nice bc its what i want?? LMAO IDK like the whole hot tub thing you're talking about- puh lease ITS JUST NICE TO SEE OKAY

i'm reading the german section over again and i said aloud "my german friend is so cool" lol (i was saying that to my brothers & i know they don't care LMAO) (& i'm glad the uni zoom call went well!!) so on a form, in german, it could possibily say Einführungsveranstaltungsteilnehmer because you would be a participant to an introductory event? i swear german sounds so cool 😌 but i love reading your german lessons!! it's really interesting, most of the time my brain can't comprehend it tho?? like that word makes sense to you, but i need a translation. like to be able to look at that and know what it says.... its just appealing and seems so cool lol i kinda wanna write something out in german but i feel that google translate will fail me. während googeln "google übersetzen" mein Computer war so verdammt langsam und es fühlte sich einfach wie etwas Gutes auf Deutsch zu sagen. ich bin nicht sicher, welches Wort ist "fucking", aber ich mag es lmao (did it fail me like i thought it would??)

LMAOOO THANK YOU FOR BRINGING UP JUSTIN BC WHILE AT THE RESTURANT THEY PLAYED A JUSTIN SONG AND I IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF YOU AND THIS STORY😭 lol i was thinking it's depending on your age but not even that either... i really don't know.... but tom's fans are hollanders💀 i would consider myself one? he's the only person i'm really into like that (like a lot lol) so idk lmao (directioners 💔💔the pain is real)

LMAOOO (both of these paragraphs started off with “lmaooo” smh) "i like my men when they look like they are on the brink of death" PLEASE, i don't like pete's blonde hair... i just don't. i'm not sure if i wasn't watching the most recent snls but yea. my mom thinks he looks like trash, but i think he's okay? like he said staten island people just look like trash LMAO and I STILL HAVEN'T SEEN KING OF STATEN ISLAND GIRL I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THAT!! now i'm gonna make plans to watch it lmao, & yes agreed i find pete hot, don't ask why i really couldn't explain it to someone he's just .

my favorite songs from rex are from pony oh my goodness 🥺 anywho i'm gonna go eat cereal (i ended up eating bun and cheese instead) and listen to the Stormzy songs you recommended... aria. aria aria aria. i would like to thank you for introducing me to stormzy i- i don't have any words or any emojis to express HOW GOOD STORMZY IS. i hope he's popular in germany/the uk because i haven't heard of him but GURLLLL

one second - delicious i love it. it's really good. it’s not my favorite from the album, but its great.

superheroes - at first i played the non-explicit one (on accident) and wondered why the words weren't playing but i was reading them in the lyrics??? THIS ONE THOUGH??? IS THE BEST SONG I THINK I'VE EVER HEARD. i am so SO SO into black people empowering songs (like brown skin girl by beyonce) and this song???? PHEW I CRYYYYY ITS SO GOOD.... i was gonna quote some lyrics BUT THERS TOO MANY I LOVE, "i am young, black, beautiful, and brave" "black queen, you're immaculate, it's coming at the world, they ain't ready for your magic yet, and that was never your fault" THAT WAS NEVER YOUR FAULT- I ALMOST CRIED THIS SONG IS SO BEAUTIFUL (i played it twice lol)

lessons is another beautiful one, like its slow and it feels intimate and nurturing and just OO chefs kiss, beautiful . like you can feel the apology and the regret... it’s so good

own it - OWN IT OWN IT OWN IT IS AMAZING!! swear you would catch me dancing to this song, this song is so fucking good i cannot comprehend like this one might be my favorite for real... "it's the way you wind up your waist, i'm so in awe, you never have to worry abt nothing, you know its yours, you know you own it" 🥲 i played it two or three times honestly

rachael's little brother - YES I DID LISTEN TO IT LMAO AND YES I LIKE IT, its a very complex song and it's very layered in terms of emotions i think and i really like that about it. i probably won't listen to it that often, but its really good. i would recommend this song to my "older brother" bc he would just absolutely love this

shut up - i was taking this song seriously (also very good) until i heard him say shu-T up LMAO, this one is good, i probably wouldn't listen to it 24/7 like rachael's little brother but honestly its still fire

before listening to blinded by your grace and vossi bop, i know you brought up the religion bit, i definitely don't mind that, especially because i'm Christian lol and i actually liked that he brought up God in some of his songs like idk i just like it🥰🥰

(i then went to bed after that lol but first thing in the morning i listened to superheroes and... that song is probably my favorite tbh, i was gonna write MORE quotes that i loved from it but, yeah no there's too many. if you want i'll tell you lmao but this is already so long i would just be quoting the whole friggin song)

VOSSI BOP IS A BOP (lol) I CANT EVEN LIE, i love a song that hypes up a dude's girl so the line- i love that my phone decided to fail to load the lyrics, lemme google it, okay the lyric "looking at my girl like what a goddess" i was like AYEEE its honestly just really good. and no one in america says "sauce" like "i've got the sauce" but now i do (thanks to love island and Nas from last season) and now stormzy so (also im gonna watch the music video for superheroes bc it looks great so 😛)

(because this is already so long i feel like i shouldn't finish the rest but . no i'm gonna do it)

now for blinded by your grace pt2 idk why i’m nervous lmaoo PAUSE I'M NOT EVEN DONE WITH THE SONG GIRL THIS SONG IS *chefs kiss* no words, speechless PHEW y'all gon make me start jumping around. why did i not know about stormzy before, he is amazing i- ok yeah i finished the song, all i have to say is that Stormzy is immaclucate. period. i am literally sending his music to all my friends he is..... amazing

you want my song recommendations 🥺🥺 hmm uh okay lol i listen to a lot of old music, whitney houston, marvin gaye, queen, celine dion, i love "more than words" by extreme uhmm okay, but for actual music i listen to on the daily? (this is a lot of different music like.... they do not go together lmao so be prepared) a song about being sad by rex orange county, betty by taylor swift and lover by taylor swift and... most of that album lol, treasure by bruno mars lmao, OOOO and versace on the floor by bruno as well, lazybaby by dove cameron, creep by tlc has been on repeat lol, deja vu by olivia rodrigo (i saw what you said about drivers license and AGREED LMAO but i like deja vu a lot more haha) and two albums that i listen to in general, rare by selena gomez and ungodly hour by chloe x halle 🥰 you don't have to listen to all of them or any of them lol but that's a sense of what i'm into :) so basically everything haha, i'm into literally every single kind of music really so i wasn't too surprised that i enjoyed stormzy :’)

HAHASBSJHAHA your h20 story cracked me up,, like "wow these actors are so dedicated, learning german just for us" 😭 the beauty of overdubbing

once again, math and maths, in my mind maths makes sense because its mathmatics, but saying maths doesn't feel right to me lol, like if i said maths i feel like everyone would look at me like ??? and yea i was taught it as math so its just more natural for me. but yes math/maths is disgusting, easily one of my least favorite subjects so .

mkay. i- the first time i read this i could not contain my laughter when you said the only pollen you know is sex pollen LMAOKOOSHBABJFAJF STOPPP I'M EVEN LAUGHING WRITING THIS,, anyway. wow! that's interesting, my dad (<<< mostly anything else) gets migraines from the sun and the heat and stuff, yesterday (sunday, i was outside for like hours watching my brothers play football, the american kind lol) i was in the sun for like ever and i got a headache😔

summer clothes🥲 i need to go shopping fr fr. for my birthday my mom and dad got me a giftcard like dedicated to a shopping spree and we've yet to go so..... i should bring it up to my mom lol, but!! i went bra shopping (ended up returning literally all of them cuz they honestly didn't work for day to day work? its a long story) and if i could i would walk around in this new "summer bra" i got, i would. it's so fricking cute and its really light fabric (which isn't perfect for my nipples but still) so i don't get hot in it, but that bra and some shorts would be perfect. its the closest thing to being naked so

IS THE BIRD STILL BOTHERING U ARIA, TELL ME NOW ISTG, i laughed really hard that the bird isn't stupid and is really trying to torture you LMAOO like i was rolling, it wants you to suffer, badly

when you said "mensus" it was still close to mens!!! latin speaking queen 😌😌

okay STORYTIME i was reading back your response and started (fake) crying bc i love you lol and my youngest brother (daniel) gon say "oh man, catherine's crying about something we don't care about, again" I--- i swear when i tell you about them they sound awful, but they aren't that bad, just the stuff i say about them is sounds really mean LMAO

but the thing you said about being kind, same, what i always say is: don't be the person that makes people say "i hate people" ya know? like there's no reason to be a jerk or anything.... but its true 🥺🥺🥺🥺 you are really kind and every time i talk to you i would like to personally fly to germany and give you a hug 💖💕💞💗💓💝💖💘

& i'm gonna show my stretch marks some love bc of you 🥺😭 i really hate how men have basically everyone conditioned that you can't love your own body </3 fuck them, y'all beautiful :')

also thanks for what you said :')) you literally are the kindest, sweetest person i think i've ever spoken to and i love you 🥰🥺🥲💓💗

READING YOUR TAGS HAHAHHAHA the spelling errors makes everything so much funnier. once again, i like your german lessons & yea!! i'm gonna play sims after writing this hahah

#catherine's tags are back #i don't think i've told you my name before?? #anyway it's catherine🥰🥰🥰 #i'm typing this on my computer (without emojis) and if i didn't edit this you would be reading shit shite like #heartface and pout and cry LMAO #yeah abt the tattoos #some stuff with my parents i'm like deal with it??? lol #my mom tells me "if there's something you enjoy or you like but i don't have the same opinion on it... why would my (my mom's) opinion matter? #and i love that #like i'm not gonna go and do whatever i want #but if my mom doesn't like that i swear (which isn't true just an example) #its like okay.... #but whatever #and your tattoo ideas sound really cute!! #and yeah @ your parents, i mean you aren't getting something wild #and the tattoo album>>> #i'm gonna look up ariana's butterfly tattoos just so i know what you mean lol #but i'm guessing you don't want something so incredibily simple, but not super like over the top? #correct me if i'm wrong lol #LMAO the tags were in order don't worry ! #and yeah lol ily2 <33 #and once again, again, sorry for this post JSHJS ITS A MESS AND LONG AS HELL #and you don't need to go in order of my post its literally longer than your german compound words #u're fine #also !!! while writing this the birds were chirping outside and i was like 😳 #and one of your fics (i’ve read all of them, i don’t remember lol) that valentine’s day one where y/n had lingerie on (the pancake one lol) #inspired me to buy lingerie #like when i look back on me “growing up” #that fic & basically you lol really helped with that #that made no sense and i don’t know how to make it make sense... but... yeah. like ily

hiiiiiiiiiii <3333

Dear catherine, 😌

(you have said your name before, but it wasn‘t like an introduction or anything i think you were talking about .... was it possibly the incident at the cinema??? And you said something like ‘calm down catherine‘ like you were telling yourself to calm down idkd dkdkkdkd anyway i didn‘t mention it cause i wasn‘t sure if it was an accident or not dkdjd but now i know 😌❤️ Catherine is such a cute and lovely name btw omg and so are your brothers‘s names 🥰

Sorry that I‘m answering this so late, it‘s been an emotional rollercoaster for me since last week but i‘ll get to that in a second lol

Sksklssk girl i haven‘t played sims in like 2 weeks now ekejdkdlldld ok that‘s not that long at all actually but i keep wanting to play but then i end up not playing for whatever reason, so no news about my sims game 😔 but i love the names Liam and Peter and for twins!!! That sounds really nice actually

okay i‘m trying to answer your ask in chronological answer even though i wanted to wait for the depressing stuff and write it at the end or something OKAY so. i thought that i‘d feel so good when i start uni and that i‘ll like... have a purpose in life again and just be happy (cause in the last year i didn‘t do much and i was depressed like half of the time lol).... anyway i kind of feel even worse now? 😭 i think it‘s because in my brain it‘s like: university!!! that means your life will change and it‘ll all be so exciting. and don‘t get me wrong it is exciting butttt..... idk the online thing is so weird cause you‘re not meeting any new people (i‘m introverted anyway but still lol) and it doesn‘t feel like you‘re listening to/talking to actual people cause it feels the same as just watching a video?

also i thought i‘d be busy again but i only have one lecture (90mins) a day and theres one day where i dont have any lectures at all and just one day where i have 3 hours but.... idk i mean i shouldn‘t complain about having so much free time but i just don‘t know what to do all day and in a pandemic there really is nothing to do but i also can‘t relax bc it‘s like during the week and i know i have uni the next day and .... yeah.

There‘s also this one assignment i had to do that took me AT LEAST SIX HOURS AND IM NOT EVEN EXAGGERATING????? so that was the only thing i‘ve been doing besides “going to“ lectures. for this one course we have to read two (really really long) texts (like it literally took me 3 hours to read them) and we‘re supposed to post it on this website that all the professors in our uni use. So after 5 days of anxiety (✌🏼) i posted mine this morning bc last night i realised that i didn‘t even know why i was having anxiety so i just posted mine today. The deadline is tomorrow at 12 and no one except me has posted theirs yet........ so i have anxiety again 🥰 cause idk if i‘m the only one who did it or if i even did it correctly

Edit while i‘m rereading this: my anxiety about uni is a lot better and i‘m not as d*pressed anymore maybe it was just hormones? idk but i‘m better so that‘s good

(I started writing this like 5 hours ago and then i randomly completely forgot lol)

I‘m in a better mood now though so let‘s move on from that (oh wait also, i think i‘m gonna see if i can find a psychiatrist bc with my anxiety symptoms (long story) i need to go to a psychiatrist, and so far i‘ve only gone to like psycholgists and it didn‘t help but i think that‘s just bc i was meant to go to a psychiatrist and not a psychologist so dldjdjsj

n e ways but yes you‘re not alone, ily, things will get better and yes i love you (i‘m not good at this type of thing🥲 but i‘d hug you right now if i could <3)

Yess i think the time difference between est and me is 6hours but gmt is uk time i believe? i think mine is called.... cet? For central european time? I could be completely wrong though lmao

Oof i completely forgot about hollywood, i remember when laura kept posting about it on instagram but i never actually watched it and i definitely won‘t now lmaodkdksjsn

Okay my driving lesson LEBDJDKDK I DID NOT HOOK UP WITH ANYONE AKSJSKSMMLM especially not my 40 or 50 year old driving instructor lol i like her but NOT LIKE THAT, the lesson was really really really good actually and i think i‘ll have my driving test soon, but i don‘t even remember why the anon would have thought that??? Oh wait now i remember okay KEKSKDLDL so during the lesson my instructor was like do you mind if i turn on some music? AND THIS WOMAN TURNED ON ONE DIRECTION I LOVE HER so i made a post about it and i said something about the song up all night and i guess i phrased it in a .... idk in a dumb way 💀 so the anon made a joke that i stayed up with my driving instructor all night and NO. No.

Wait did i read that right? YOU WERE ARIEL ON STAGE? SIALDBDJDKSLMSBDKDMDMDKDJSLSMDJFJJEDMBFEKLEFBJDLDVSIDLESKSKWKDKDJDOWNYUEKWNDUWLNSUFLWVSUDLEHDOENSIDBEISBEHENJELBSIEMWUDNRIW KB WOBE JO ON SBEUU HIII S HWS LV W ICH US KB okay this keyboard smash is getting out of hand but uh please do elaborate on that 💘😌???? Like you can‘t just drop that information and not say more??? I forgot if you‘re in like your school‘s drama group (is that a thing? lol idk anything about acting) or in an independent group? Either way - ARIEL that is so fucking cool

Your brothers loooooool, no i get it though obviously you love them and stuff but esp at their age children are so annoying so good luck with them 😭😭😭lmao

Yeah “anyway i imagine being an only child is really calming.. like you have time to yourself and its just you and your parents 😌“ yeah just me and my parents who constantly fight 🥰 lmao no i like being an only child, like i cannot imagine having siblings but i feel like if i had siblings i would be saying that i can‘t imagine being an only child so? but i do think it‘s quite different like i‘m trying to imagine having siblings and WHAT that‘s just so different omg i‘ve never really thought about it like properly ???

I saw a tik tok the other day that was like “sometimes i forget that my siblings have a life of their own. like i see them as side characters in my life“ and even though i can‘t relate obviously i felt that. lol, like i can really imagine how it feels idk what i‘m talking about like shut the fuck up, daria

(also my actual name is daria not aria but i dont like it, and also i wanted to be more anonymous on tumblr so now i‘m aria lmao. pls don‘t mention it though cause no one knows except for you and mel (peterbenjiparker) dkdkdkdnkdnd. but i‘m starting to identify with the name cause everyone keeps calling me that looool😭😭😭 (but i like the name, more than daria anyway? well it also depends on the accent, cause the way germans say daria is okay. the was Americans say it is also okay, but some of my family in England are from the north of england and i don‘t like how they say my name 💀 no offence to them(?) but yeah pls don‘t mention the name in your ask cause the chance of people seeing it is higher then (or if you want to say something about it just send a separate ask and i just won‘t post it (IDK what you‘d want to say about my name but yeah just in case slsldlldmsndnsns)

I‘m loving falcon and winter soldier so much but when i was watching an episode the week before last week (?) my laptop broke😭😭😭😭 during the scene where the dora milaje came at the end my laptop just shut down? And it had these lines all over the screen and i had to bring it to the shop where i bought it and they said it‘ll take 6-8 weeks to repair 💔💔💔 but at least it‘ll be for free, cause if i brought it back to apple it would cost like 400€ (i think that‘s nearly 500$) so yeah. but it sucks cause now i‘m “going to uni“ on a really old rusty laptop and on my phone which kinda sucks. oh yeah and also i can‘t watch anything on there 😭 i definitely want to watch wandavision but it‘ll have to wait🤧

Yessss you should def get your GED! I googled and I‘m still not entirely sure what it is dldks but from how you described it- YES!!!!!!

Idk if you know this? Like no idea if I‘ve told you this already (hmmm wait i feel like we talked about it actually?) anyway i was originally gonna go study in England, but for loads of reasons I ended up staying in Germany and I‘m def happy with my decision, but I definitely want to go to England sometime even if it‘s just for six months or maybe for my masters or something? And (obviously everyone is different) but i think everyone should go abroad and live in a different country once in their life, no matter if it‘s for school or what, and even if it‘s just for a few weeks. But i think that‘s something that you‘d never ever forget! And combining that with your acting/theatre??? You really would be living the dream 💘💘😌

how about burgers, chips (fries), and a large drink? any time next week works for me, should i pick you up?— sounds good see you soon 🥰🥰🥰

i used to be one of the people who‘d just do motherlode motherlode motherlode and just... what did i do? Why did i do that??? But not anymore lol. Like I said i haven‘t played sims in a few weeks but i‘ve been watching a few legacy challenge let‘s plays and usually i play with the aging off. So my sims just don‘t age 💀 but i could (should) turn aging on so that it stays exciting and i have limited time and everything. and once i get bored with my current sims i can just make them have kids and continue playing as their children when they get older- like recently i remembered that i haven‘t played the acting career in ages? and i haven‘t had a shop in ages? and i think you can even become a vet right??? like those are definitely some things i want to do in the next weeks!!! Also yes sksksjs i have a few hundred hours on sims as well (if not thousands 😭) it was just that one household that i‘d been playing with for 24hrs

AND GIRL SSKSKJD THE UNIVERSITY THING HAPPENED TO ME TOO, it was a while ago so i don‘t remember what degree and what job it was about but i made my sim study something for aaaaaages so she‘d get a better job from the beginning (you know what i mean like get in at a higher level)...... and i apparently studied the wrong thing cause i didn‘t get any benefits from studying and still had to start at level 1 and shit 🥴🥲

Oh also (this was like 2 weeks ago) Enisa and Michael did take in Michael‘s daughter and i think Enisa currently even has a higher/better relationship with the daughter than Michael but um💀💀💀 also i was hoping (since michael and enisa married (in their back yard i think lol) that the daughter (i forget what her name is😭) would have enisa as her step mom? Like you know how you can see the relationship and it says daughter or son or sister.. and i was hoping that it would say step mom but it doesn‘t say anything 🥲 but in my mind (and if the sims had proper family relations) she is her step mom😌 also Leo is a teenager now???? I mean I aged him up lol dkdk he was being too annoying as a toddler but i don‘t like children so i aged him up twice in one day and now he‘s a teen, but that means he can look after his half sister when she becomes a toddler which is good (the game recognises them as siblings tho even if they‘re just half siblings? why can‘t they have step family members in the sims🥲) okay i‘ve annoyed you enough with sims ✋🏼

I‘ve been a bit sick these past few days and now i‘m getting a headache so i have to finish this response tomorrow 😭😭😭 </3

.

It‘s not tomorrow, it‘s 3 hours later but i‘m better lol

oooff when sims are ungrateful and won‘t woo woo (lol i like that) cause they‘re too tired like?? Be grateful that you‘re not living with your parents anymore 🙄 no okay dkdkdkdl idk if you play with mods (i don‘t) but i know there is a mod (or it‘s part of a mod idk maybe wicked whims?) where you can adjust the percentage of how risky a normal woo woo is, like you still click woo woo (3dksksks okay i‘ll say woohoo again— wait is that what’s it called? 😭) but there‘s like a 25% chance that your sim can still get pregnant just like in real life there‘s always a chance of getting pregnant even if you‘re using protection (just not 25% lmao) but yeah i personally don‘t play with mods sksk and you can always just click try for baby but it would be cool if you could add stuff like risky woohoo to the game without mods (i have no idea how to download mods and i play sims on a really really old laptop and sims is literally tje only thing that works on it anyway so—) i repeat my words from earlier: okay i‘ve annoyed you enough with sims ✋🏼

okay i‘m so sorry i‘m gonna watch fast & furious 1 now cause i need to watch f&f 1-5 until the 30th of april cause they‘re only on netflix til then (i mean i could watch them somewhere else but the quality is never as good) so i will finish this tomorrow after all😭

it is now 1 am, i finished the film, can feel a new obsession coming up again (i always have these f&f obsessions for six months before and after a new film comes out)

THE GOOGLE TRANSLATE wkekdjdj tbh it sounds like someone is speaking with some kind of foreign accent i guess that‘s probably because it just is a direct translation and so anyway slsjsj i don‘t know if you asked me what the word fucking is in german? like idk cause the translation is a bit weird but in case you asked lol sidjsjs theres not really a good translation like we just say fuck for fuck lmao, i don‘t know if you typed in fucking in google translate and it came out as verdammt? cause that means damn (or damned sksjjs) ummm yeah idek if/what you asked so imma move on🤧

I‘m not gonna comment on what you said about every stormzy song cause you already said all the important things but SKSKSJSJSKNSNDBDUDOENWBSLSKKHSULSLSKSBSJSKSK I WAS SMILING SO HARD WHEN I READ YOUR RESPONSE FOR THE FIRST TIME BECAUSE AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH finally i know someone who loves him as much as i do 💘💘💘 also since you brought it up, i‘m pretty sure he‘s considered the most successful UK rapper or if not then at least top 3 so he‘s defffffffffinitely big in the uk, in germany more and more people are listening to uk rap too but not as much stormzy cause theyre dumb apparently 🙄 but anywY i‘m sooooo sooo happy that you like him. i think hith came out end of 2019 (i could be wrong but i think it came out on the 13th of december so (in a european way) you‘d write the date: 13.12 and obviously i don‘t KNOW this but i can definitely imagine that he chose that date because ACAB and yes, Michael. Yes. But he hasn‘t made too much music since then so i hope he‘s working on some new stuff 🤞🏼

Also i ordered the stormzy poster😌 also a nicki minaj one bc i decided i‘m gonna have one wall with red-ish posters (i already have two kinda red ones) and one with blue/green-ish posters (already have two) and i can add stormzy to the blue one and nicki to the red one, but i think that‘s it cause if my walls are tooo full it could look cluttered? I‘m not sure how that type of thing works lmao but my room is generally untidy so i don‘t want the walls to look unorganised too so i think that‘s it for now

I really want to finish this now but my brain is getting kinda slow and i need to sleep soon so this will have to wait till later after all 🥺🥴 (not that it makes and difference to you bc you‘ll see this whenever i post it buttttt i wanted you to know that i want to talk to you again but with my slow brain i‘m just taking too long to do it in one day😭😭😭 and i‘m so busy tomorrow hmm but i‘m sure i‘ll have 30 minutes to finish this then <3)

Okay wait I‘m so dumb I didn‘t realise I‘d nearly answered everything i could have posted this yesterday 😭😭

Oooohh that summer bra sounds so nice like if i was confident enough i literally would just wear a top that resembles a bra (or really is a bra lol) cause my tiddies always be looking amazing i‘m just insecure about my stomach sometimes 🙄🙄🙄 but recently i‘ve been loving myself more and more tbh 😌

also i hope you can go shopping for some nice clothes soon ✨😌

I‘ll be honest I haven‘t listened to your song recs YET but only because i wanna take my time with them and i‘ve been so busy and slso AJ tracey‘s album came out last week and I haven‘t listened to that one yet either so ekdkdj (he‘s also a uk rapper like quite popular and successful as well, but i feel like i‘m not gonna like his album cause whenever i‘m looking forward to an album it ends up being really bad and the albums where you weren‘t expecting it turn out to be bangers.... so yeah but i‘ll let you know when i listen to your songs!!!! :)

Omg i keep having to scroll up all the way to see the next thing you said so sorry if I completely miss some of the things you said😭😭

So when you sent this the bird was still bothering me oh my FUCK DKDLDMMDMDMD but now i‘ve been going to bed at like 1-2am so the bird is probably still asleep lool

Okay and for the rest of your ask my response is: 💘💖❣️💚❣️💛❣️💛💕💞❤️💓💟💞💕💕💖💘💝💟💟🧡❤️🧡💞💛💚💓💚💚💚❣️🧡💖💘🧡💝🧡💕💘🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺🥰🥺🥺💘💘💘💘💘 (okay that looked cuter in my head i don‘t really like the green hearts dldkkdksndnd)

[cloudimood]

Twenty questions tag!

thank you so much for tagging me @corakpopships 💕

NAME/NICKNAME — Cloudi/Clouds  ☁️☁️

GENDER — female supporting all

STAR SIGN — Sagittarius ♐

HEIGHT — 181cm is I think 5′11

TIME — it´s about 1am lol

BIRTHDAY — November 24th

FAVORITE BANDS/GROUPS — *laughs in multi stan* I´ll go for only K-Pop now or we´ll be here until tomorrow: ONEWE, ONEUS, TXT, Day6, The Boyz, A.C.E, Map6, VAV, Victon, The Rose, P1Harmony, Pentagon, SF9, N.Flying, History, Infinite, TVXQ, 2PM, KNK, NCT, NU´EST, ONF, Treasure, UNIQ, Dreamcatcher, Rolling Quartz  and many more. :´)

FAVORITE SOLO ARTISTS — Bang Yong Guk, Chung Ha, Dean, Dove Cameron, Jordan Fisher, Gaho, Eden, Park Jungmin and Park Hyo Shin

SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD — not a song, but Kanghyun´s guitar solo in Parting (ONEWE)

LAST SONG — on my phone: Parting by ONEWE but currently playing is Drama by TXT (and since I´m taking so long, now I´m listening to MMM by Treasure, now it´s Like a flowing Wind by Day6, now we´re back at TXT with Maze in the Mirror, now it´s Jelly by HOTSHOT yea Imma keep doing it until I finish lol, now it´s End of Spring by ONEWE, now it´s Fantasy by JBJ, now Queen by HISTORY *cries* and the last song before I finally post this big boy of a post: She´s in the Rain by The Rose, imma go cry)

LAST MOVIE —  The Call of the Wild - great movie!!!

LAST SHOW — Julie and the Phantoms

WHEN I CREATED THIS BLOG — uhh good question maybe like 6 years ago?? I have no idea

LAST THING I GOOGLED — 50 unusual travel words with interesting meanings #justsagittariusthings examples: ecophobia, gadabout, nemophilist and dérive

OTHER BLOGS —so this is my personal blog for everything and then I have @urkblog it´s my shipping blog

DO I GET ASKS — not here

FOLLOWING — 728 ... I should go through the list lol

FOLLOWERS — 129

WHY I CHOSE MY URL — my nickname is cloudi or clouds and it´s just a mood?

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP — if I´m lucky, about 5 to 6 hours

LUCKY NUMBER — don´t have one

INSTRUMENTS — Guitar, but forgot most of it. Loving listening to the piano. I´m more into learning languages tho

WHAT I’M WEARING — Pyjama bottoms and a hoodie

DREAM TRIP — World trip. But on top of my list are New Zealand, Ireland and Alaska and Japan and Norway again

NATIONALITY — half Polish - half German

FAVORITE SONG — Why are you doing this to me... TXT - Our Summer, Day6 - I Need Somebody, ONEWE - all songs and N.Flying - all songs. I feel bad now I´d love to mention all songs lol

TOP THREE FICTIONAL UNIVERSES I’D LIKE TO LIVE IN  — Lord of the Rings married to Thranduil. What?, Marvel or Alice in Wonderland are the first ones to come to my mind 

Okay so I´d say that was fun, but I had to decide on songs and that always hurts my heart *super dramatic sigh* But thanks again to Cora and I tag @chanchao-kha @fantastickpopshiptrash and the love of my life @thedollymaker and everyone who wants to do this!  💕💕

[artificialqueens]

Hot as hell and no A/C, Chapter 1 (Branjie) - Blackhighheels

Read at AO3

When a new dance teacher comes to “the friendly community” in the middle of nowhere, he doesn’t expect to run into a cute blonde local, who always helps out his deeply religious family and might just be…. gay. And really deep in the closet.

AN:

Please not that while this is a romance, the topics of religion, (internalized) homophobia, depression and stereo types will be heavily featured in this story. If these trigger you in any way, then please don’t read!

Thanks to all the different people who gave me input in the first chapter and helped me out!

Chapter 1

”Shit, Thacks, look! We so far out in the middle of fucking nowhere, not even the ad signs get used.” Jose says to his cat, who is lying in the passenger’s seat looking up at him with a bored expression before he simply goes back to sleep.

They had left Los Angeles nearly two days ago and have been on the road ever since. They both like it that way and Jose takes the car, and the cat, wherever he can. Even if it’s the middle of bum-fuck nowhere, Texas. For the last three hours he’s driven through vast stretches of absolutely nothing. Even the desert between LA and Vegas might be more populated than this never ending green emptiness.

He’s close, though. There are houses now, farms, the orchards. Pick-up trucks pass him from time to time. There are horses out on the paddocks, cows out grazing, dogs running around and kids chasing after them.

‘Welcome to the friendly community’ Jose reads, as he passes the sign that tells him he’s finally reached his destination. There’s also something on it about a corn festival, but he’d rather not think about that too much.

The one street through town leads him past a liquor store, a gas station, a couple of derelict buildings of which one of them might be an open bar. Another gas station follows after a car shop, silos and what looks like a small grocery store. Then there’s only silos and farms and nothingness again. Fuck, he must have driven past it.

Once the tractor behind him has passed, he turns the car around and drives back. After he passes the welcome sign again, he realises he has no fucking clue where he is supposed to go. Navigation had stopped working about fifty miles back.

”This is some fucked up shit, Thacks. I can’t even find the motherfucking studio.” Thackery just yawns and gives a pointed look to his cellphone. ”You right, I’m a dumb ho. I should just call Jason before these howdy motherfuckers shoot my gay ass.”

He dials and it takes forever until his friend picks up his phone. It feels even longer because cars that pass him start honking and the children playing on the other side of the road eye him suspiciously. He is painfully aware that his shiny black Porsche Cayenne is just as much out of place here as he is himself.

”Hey, Jo, what’s up? Where you at?”

”Child, if only I knew. I passed some dumbass sign about a corn festival twice now but I can’t find your fucking place.””Oh ok, if you mean the welcome sign, then you’re on the wrong side of town. Just follow the road until you pass the colourful little bakery on the left and the cemetery on the right. Then there’s nothing except some farms for about another ten minutes. And then you can see my dancing studio on the right. It’s the biggest building around, you can’t miss it, cowboy.”

”Alright, then Imma be there in a few. You better have a drink ready for me, now that I know where I’ll spend the next eight fucking weeks.”

Jason just laughs. ”Girl, you’ll love it here, I swear! And could you stop by Smith’s and bring some bread? Tell Ada it’s for me and she’ll know which one, ok?”

”That the grocery story that looks like the roof will come down? With the bright blue, ugly ass door?”

”Don’t be such an L.A. bitch, Vanj’! I swear, y’all gonna love it here!”

”I wouldn’t bet on it, asshole. I doubt there’s any gay dicks around to suck to make up for this shitty town, cause yours sure as hell doesn’t count for me. See ya!”

Once more, he turns the car around and drives past what Jason considers to be a town. Although the old, dirty green pick-up truck in front of him that just off the road suddenly and drives over the fields and grass makes it painfully obvious that this is no fucking town.

When he gets out of the car in front of the grocery store he notices that it’s really warm and the air smells like the blossoming trees that are all around. In contrast, the shop smells like freshly baked bread which makes his mouth water. It’s been a while since he’s eaten.

”Hey, y’all. Can I help you?” a woman comes up to him. It’s hard to tell how old she is, but her hair is badly dyed red, her clothes are old and worn, but clean. She has a friendly smile and very pretty blue eyes. The most remarkable thing about her, though, is her huge, pregnant stomach.

”Hey,” Jose smiles at her and tries to control what comes out of his mouth for once. If he gets into trouble here for running his mouth he’s fucked. ”Jason sent me. Told me to tell Ada he needs some bread. You Ada?”

”Yeah, I am.” She waddles away and signals him to follow her. ”You a friend of Jason’s ?” There’s something in the way she says it, that makes him bite his tongue for a second.

”Yeah, I’m here to teach the spring dance class.” Better keep it professional.

”Oh lord, then you’re Vanjie, right?” she seems really excited all of a sudden. ”My daughter Rachel is a big fan of yours and’ll be attending the workshop. She’s been looking forward to it for weeks!”

Jose wrinkles his forehead, because his workshops are for kids ten and up. ”So that’s not number one?” he asks and points to her pregnant belly.

Ada laughs loudly. ”No, that’s number seven.”

”Seven? Y’all must know how to keep busy around here.” He freezes when he stops to think about what he just said. But then Ada laughs as she passes him the bread.

”We just believe in accepting what the lord gives to us. However many kids he will bless us with, that’s how many we will have.”

Jose doesn’t really know what to say to that, so he just hands her some money for the bread. ”Thanks, Miss Ada. See ya ‘round.”

Thackery greets him with a head-bump when he gets back into the car. ”Yeah, you better be glad I’m still alive, bitch. This town is no joke.” He pulls out of the gravel parking space and back onto the road.

Jason hadn’t lied when he’d said his building was the biggest around. Also the newest, most modern and probably the only one with air-conditioning, by the looks of it.

”Miss Vanjie, you made it!” he greets him with a big smile and a hug. He looks like a fucking cowboy with his hat and the boots he is wearing.

”You better believe it. And bitch, you will owe me so fucking much, after this shit is over! ‘Cause, child, this town is way too hillbilly realness for my gay ass!”

***

‘… When the world’s all that it should be Blessed be your name. Blessed be your name on the road marked with suffering, though there’s pain in the offering. Blessed be your name.’ Brock hits the button to shut off his alarm clock and whatever crap the Christian Rock station plays in the very early hours of the morning. He doesn’t even really like the station, but he still doesn’t dare to change it. He’s had the same alarm clock with the same radio station since he was fifteen. Sometimes it feels like time stands still within his four walls.

Brock’s eyes already burn with fatigue, even though he hasn’t opened them yet. His arms and legs hurt, his head is pounding and the heaviness that settles in his body every second of every day hasn’t left during this short night’s sleep either.

He wants to sleep and stay in bed, just like every other day. And just like every other day he slowly sits up, grabs some clothes from the dresser and gets ready in the dark. He squints when the light from the porch light hits his eyes as he steps into the hallway. He tiptoes around because he doesn’t want to wake his parents, but the old wooden floorboards creak under his weight anyway. His parents, at least, should get a couple more hours of sleep, even if he can’t.

The cows come first, then the pigs. By the time he gets to the chicken, the sun is rising and the farm comes to life around him.

He takes a moment for himself when he sits down beside the barn door and pets one of the kittens, resting his head against the chipped wood of the door. The little guy has taken a liking to him and sometimes, when his mother isn’t watching he sneaks him into his room, so he has company as he reads or listens to music in the evenings.

With a loud sigh he gets back up after a while. He doesn’t have time to rest and he’s not really looking forward to another argument with his father when he’s barely awake yet.

”Good morning,” Brock greets his parents waiting at the breakfast table, pressing a kiss to his mother’s cheek.

”Morning, Brock. You’re going to say grace today?” she asks him.

”Sure,” he shrugs and sits down. He still feels like a little kid every time she asks this of him. If he had his way they would just start eating. ”Father, we praise You for the nourishment you provide. Thank You for meeting our physical needs of hunger and thirst. Forgive us for taking that simple joy for granted. Bless this food to fuel our bodies forward into your plan for our lives. We pray that we will be energised and be able to work for the glory or your kingdom. In Jesus’ name, amen.” He automatically recites the prayer, but feels nothing as he speaks these words.

”Amen,” his parents both say and Brock can finally eat something after slaving away at the farm for the last three hours.

”Brock, you’re gonna have to hurry up after driving the kids to school today. We have to get the barn roof fixed before the May storms come in.”

”I know. Just, Daniel needs me in the afternoon, so he can keep the deadline for the new annex at the Miller farm.” Since his brother started his construction business, Brock has spent more hours up on roofs than in his own room. But his brother needs his help, because he can’t afford to pay more workers at the moment.

”I need you back at four. Tell him I said so.” His father lays down the law as per usual. Brock just nods and puts his toast down. He’s not hungry anymore. Swallowing the last bite is painful and the familiar heaviness weighing on his chest even makes it hard to breathe.

The day has barely started and already it seems endless and draining. Just like every other damn day in his life. Sometimes, he wishes he could just leave and escape. Be someone else, someone who has some say over their own life and gets to do what he wants to do. Enjoy life just a bit more. Yet, it looks like that’s not the lord’s plan for him.

***

”Ruthie! Jonathan! Rachel! Uncle Brock is here!” Ada yells with a volume that one wouldn’t expect out of such a small woman.

Every morning when he stops by it’s absolute chaos. The kids can’t find their bags, their homework or their shoes. The younger ones forget to brush their teeth or their hair and the two older ones try and help their mother wrangle them all into the waiting cars, so they can go to school.

Before his sister got pregnant for the seventh time she was somehow able to do it on her own. But now that the school in town has closed and they all need to go to the one, one town over, it’s harder for Ada. She can barely fit behind the wheel anymore and she works too much anyway. Taking care of six kids, with one on the way, managing the household and working full-time at her own grocery store, while her husband is on the road making money as a truck driver, is hard.

Brock wishes they would just stop having kids. Six is too many already and he is scared to think of how many more will come after number seven.

”You ok, Brock? You look tired?” Ada asks him with a worried look in her eyes. He should be used to it by now, but he isn’t. He wishes he could tell her about how exhausted he feels, how trapped, how much his life sucks and how much he wants out.

”Sure. Just didn’t sleep too well.” He says instead and goes to find his nieces himself, just so he can get away from her and her dangerous questions.

Ada kisses each kid goodbye as they leave and he gets a kiss on the cheek as well, as she stays behind with the younger ones, that she will somehow watch at the same time as she works in the grocery store.

”Uncle Brock, guess what!” ten-year-old Rachel says as soon as they are on the road. She always gets to drive shotgun, because she likes to talk to him, while the rest is asleep again in the backseat.

”What?”

”No, guess, guess!” She is so excited she is bouncing in her seat.

”You have to give me a clue, Rach. Otherwise I don’t even know what exactly I’m supposed to guess.”

She sighs, but then gives in ”Ok. But only one!”

”Only one clue.” Brock nods and smiles a bit. He really loves her a whole lot and she always manages to warm his heart.

”It is about what I’ll do next week after school.”

”Uhm… you’ll meet your friends?”

”No.”

”You’ll study every day,” he teases her.

”No.”

”You’ll help grandpa fix the roof.”

”That’s for boys, dummy!” She giggles. ”Imma join Vanjie’s dance class! Momma said yes!”

”What’s Vanjie?”

”Not what, Uncle Brock, who! He is the bestest dancer who does all the choreography for like Rihanna and Ariana Grande.”

”You know you’re not supposed to listen to that kind of music, right?”

”They play it all the time at Jason’s dance studio. Momma knows that! And she said yes! I think Imma get an autograph from Vanjie!”

”Jason, of course.” Brock tries to keep his tone neutral. He can’t say that he likes Jason very much. It’s not so much that he’s gay - even though that’s wrong too. It’s more the fact that he has to shove it in people’s faces with the way he dresses and talks. Sometimes he has guys over that dress in women’s clothes and wear make up. It’s just… his father calls it an abomination. Still, Jason is a great dance teacher and the kids love him, and so does his niece. How much worse can thisVanjie be?

***

”Brock! Finally! I thought you’d be here by twelve!” Brock’s brother is already up on the roof, hammering away when he gets there.

”I wanted to, but a new shipment came in at the grocery store and I didn’t want Ada to carry the heavy boxes.”

”How is she? She popped already?” Daniel laughs and hands him the hammer. He takes it when he has found a more secure stand. Brock is afraid of heights and crawling up on roofs every day is not very high on the lists of things he likes to do. But his brother needs help and his family needs the money, so what choice does he have?

”She’s getting bigger every day, but still insists on doing most on her own. I just hope Jack comes back soon.”

”He’s the man, he needs to make the money,” Daniel shrugs. ”Once you get married, the days of just working a bit here and there will be over, too, my friend.” Daniel laughs, but Brock just wants to slap him. If they weren’t up on a damn roof without any safety equipment, he just might have. Instead he grabs a nail and hammers it in with as much force as he can. At least the work up here can be somewhat therapeutic.

He gets to the ninth nail when the head of the hammer flies off and scares Brock so much he nearly falls backward. The metal flies off and hits the ground, where gladly no one is standing.

”Shit! I thought you fixed the tools!” he snaps at his older brother.

”I did! You banging away like a madman doesn’t help. These are damn cheap tools. They’re not meant to be used every day to build houses and roofs.”

”Dan, this is dangerous! I could have killed someone with this! I could have hurt you or myself.”

”You think I don’t know that, Brock? What am I fucking supposed to do? Build me some tools myself?”

”Buy new ones!” Brock yells back. It’s not like anyone is around who could hear them up there.

”Do you have any idea what that shit costs? One roofing hammer costs about 50 bucks and I need at least 6 different ones, and that times two at least! And if I really wanna go somewhere with this business I’ll need a nail gun, too. That alone is nearly two grand. I don’t have that kind of money, kiddo. I have a family and obligations. Not like you!”

”Hey, I don’t have money either! I’ve been saving for months just so I can finally get my truck fixed.”

”So you do have money!”

”Dan… that car breaks down every couple of days and I need it.”

”You could just take ma’s old one.”

”That has no A/C and it’s too small. The kids don’t fit in there when I take them to school.”

”Brock, come on! I’ll pay you back, man.” Brock thinks for a second about just leaning back and letting himself fall. Well, not really.

Or?

Is he really a rotten person, because he doesn’t want to give his brother the money he carefully put aside, so he can finally get the necessary repair on his old car done? A car he desperately needs to drive to the several fields and orchards they have, drive his nieces and nephews back and forth from school and to their extra-curricular and also to get to his brother’s construction sites. And sometimes, just once in a blue moon, he needs the car to drive out into the middle of nowhere and scream out into the night and cry where no-one can see or hear him, so he doesn’t lose his mind.

”Fine. I only have 3 grand, though.” It’s his brother and he has to help him out. That’s what family does.

”Thanks, man! Now back to work so I can be home by dinner time. Lilly’s making stew tonight!”

Brock nods, grabs another hammer and lets out his frustration on the nails. There won’t be any stew for him once he is done here; only more work, more problems, more prayers, more self-doubts and guilt.

***

”Uncle Brock, you have to come in with me! Pleeeeease!” Rachel begs when they reach the dance studio. His plan was to go home and finally get some sleep, since he was up last night delivering a new fowl. His headache is nearly killing him and he probably shouldn’t even be driving, but how can he say no to his favorite niece?

”Fine. I just hope the music isn’t too loud.”

”It has to be loud, otherwise we can’t hear it when we dance,” she skips ahead and holds the door open for him.

It’s not loud music he hears, but a man yelling at TJ Johnson in a volume Brock didn’t think possible. His head pounds, but he can only stare in fascination.

”If you motherfucker ever come in here again and talk smack about mah friend, Imma kick your ugly hillbilly ass, you got me bitch?” he finishes the rant that seems to have gone on for a while if TJ’s dumbfounded expression is any indication. ”Fucking assholes in this motherfucking town.” The guy grumbles and turns around to face them. He’s not that tall, with brown hair, that is styled in some movie stars way, where half of it is missing in the back. He has brown eyes that are dark with anger and tan skin. Brock wonders what his ethnicity is. His arms are full of tattoos and his ears are pierced.

He’s beautiful.

”What the fuck are you staring at, bitch? You got something to say about Jason, too?” he barks at Brock, who can only shake his head as he keeps staring at him.

Then he’s gone, and has disappeared behind the door of the dancing studio.

”Uncle Brock, what does motherfucker mean?” Rachel looks up at him with wide eyes.

”That’s a very bad and nasty word, Rachel. I don’t ever want to hear it coming out of your mouth!” He becomes stern, which is rare.

”But Vanjie said it!”

”If that’s Vanjie then I should maybe talk to your mother, because I’m not sure I want you around this guy!” The pout on Rachel’s face makes him give in and let her join the class for today at least.

As angry and crude as Vanjie just was with TJ, he’s great to the kids, and they seem to have a blast. Brock watches the lesson through the glass window for a while, but at some point the too-warm, sticky air in the studio gets to him and he falls asleep.

***

”Hey there, sleeping beauty.” Brock opens his eyes and what he sees are two warm, sparkling brown eyes and a large smile.

”Hey,” he says and tries to shake himself awake.

”You ok there, Mary?”

”Yeah, sorry. I was up all night. One of our horses needed help with the birth,” he says, even though that much information isn’t needed at all. It’s not like he owes this guy any explanation. ”Lesson done?”

”Yeah, the kids are just changing.  Here,” He hands him a cup of coffee that Brock accepts gratefully. ”You’re with Rachel, right”

”Yes.”

”She’s good.”

”Thanks.” He takes a sip of the coffee and doesn’t really know what else to say. He is surprised when the guy sits down beside him. He smells nice, like cologne and hairspray, even after the training lesson, which Brock finds surprising. However he can’t tell him that.

”I’m Jose.” He holds out his hand.

”You’re Mexican?” It’s curiosity not racism, and he hopes it won’t be mistaken as such.

”Nah, Puerto Rican.” Jose just laughs. ”And you are?” He is still holding out his hand.

”Brock.”

”Nice to meet you, Brock.” He shakes his hand and finds it warm and surprisingly soft. He knows his hands are rough and calloused from the work he does.

”So Vanjie isn’t your actual name?”

Jose snorts. ”Nah… just some stupid nickname given to me by one of my clients. I always made her go all Banjie girl in her videos and for her shows, and ‘cause part of my last name is Vasquez, she started calling me Vanjie. It just stuck.”

The explanation makes absolutely no sense to Brock, but  nods anyway. Thankfully, though, he’s saved from saying more by the ringing of his phone.

”Hey Lily,” he greets his sister-in-law, but what she tells him makes his blood run cold. ”Yeah, stay there, I’ll be there as fast as I can,” he tells her and hangs up.

”Can you please get Rachel? My brother fell off a roof and was taken to the hospital. They need me there,” he asks of Jose, who runs off without saying anything. Brock gets up and runs his hands through his hair. This is not good. This could be… he doesn’t even want to think about it. Just the costs alone for the hospital will be too much, for all of them. He feels dizzy, and the room around him starts to spin.

”Hey, you look as white as a sheet. You sure you can drive?” The light touch of Jose’s hand on his arm stops the spinning for a moment. Should he drive? Probably not. He shouldn’t have driven here in the first place. But an hour to the next hospital with Rachel in the car? He’s still so tired. He doesn’t know when he has eaten last. And breathing is still hard.

”I…” he doesn’t know what to say, but he has no choice, really. He needs to get to the hospital.

”I’ll drive you, come on,” Jose is gone for a second and comes back with his wallet and car keys. He grabs Brock’s wrist and takes Rachel by the hand and leads them both outside. Brock doesn’t even know if the car is black or white, only that it smells like leather and cologne. Jose makes sure that everybody is buckled in before he takes off. It never crosses Brock’s mind to refuse the offer, because he’s just too overwhelmed by life at the moment.

Brock manages to give him directions, but otherwise just listens to Vanjie telling Rachel some funny stories to distract her and calm her down. Brock can’t laugh, though, because his mind is going way over speed limit, worrying and calculating already how much more he’ll have to work and what they’ll have to sell to pay for the hospital bills and take care of Daniel’s new business. He doesn’t allow himself to wonder how badly his brother  might be injured. He wouldn't’ be able to take it at the moment.

TBC

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♡   STUDY  :   EVELYN FERRIDAY.

♡   BASICS.

IS YOUR MUSE TALL  /  SHORT  /  AVERAGE? evelyn is quite short, only 5′2″ and built very slender    ---   she almost looks frail, as though she’d blow away with a strong wind.    her mother used to say she has ‘sparrow bones’, and it’s true   ;   evelyn gives off the impression of being tiny and delicate, even though she’s anything but fragile.

ARE THEY OKAY WITH THEIR HEIGHT? the best explanation is, she’s used to it.   after two-hundred-odd years, she’s learned exactly how to maneuver her body   ;   she knows how it works, and at this point would be weirded out by anything else.   there are so many benefits to being short!  she can get into tiny places, move quickly, sneak into clubs without bouncers noticing...   short girls rule the world.

WHAT’S THEIR HAIR LIKE? her hair is naturally dark, inclined to go wavy at the ends when it gets too long  ;  she enjoys brushing it, allowing her thoughts to wander with the repetitive motions, and for this reason she likes having it long.   it’s quite pliable and easy to style...  even if, for convenience’s sake, long hair is an awful pain.   it gets in her way all the time, but ev loves having a lot of hair.

DO THEY SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THEIR HAIR  /  GROOMING? she spends a fair amount of time on it.   looking after her hair is evelyn’s quiet time, one of the only instances she’ll hold still for a prolonged period   ;   she never considers herself done until satisfied with how she looks.   things will get messed up  ---  her love of adventures makes that inevitable  ---  but she devotes a good amount of time to self - care.

DOES YOUR MUSE CARE ABOUT THEIR APPEARANCE  /  WHAT OTHERS THINK? she’s...  definitely not sloppy.   i wouldn’t say she cares about what other people think  ---  she’s more than willing to splash in mud or climb trees, has no problem getting dirty  ---  but evelyn likes to look good, and genuinely enjoys putting effort into her appearance.   she doesn’t really like dressing up, and her style isn’t fancy, but she feels good when she looks good.   other people don’t need to approve  ;  it isn’t about them.    nonetheless, if she’s not crawling out of a ditch, she usually makes an impression on people with how neat   ( on occasion, even elegant )  she looks.

♡   PREFERENCES.

INDOORS OR OUTDOORS?  outdoors.

RAIN OR SUNSHINE?   rain, but sunshine is wonderful too...   it depends on her mood.

FOREST OR BEACH?   forest.

PRECIOUS METALS OR GEMS?   gems.

FLOWERS OR PERFUMES?  flowers.

PERSONALITY OR APPEARANCE?   personality.

BEING ALONE OR BEING IN A CROWD?  in a crowd.

ORDER OR ANARCHY?    anarchy.

PAINFUL TRUTHS OR WHITE LIES?   white lies.

SCIENCE OR MAGIC?  magic.

PEACE OR CONFLICT?  peace.

NIGHT OR DAY?  day.

DUSK OR DAWN?  dawn.

WARMTH OR COLD?  warmth.

MANY ACQUAINTANCES OR A FEW CLOSE FRIENDS?  many acquaintances.

READING OR PLAYING A GAME?  playing a game.

♡   QUESTIONNAIRE.  

WHAT ARE SOME OF YOUR MUSE’S BAD HABITS? escapism.   rampant escapism.   she makes shit up to cope.   evelyn runs from her problems like she gets a high out of it, and this extends to mental running   ---  literally ignoring them, pretending they don’t exist or trouble her   ---   and physically sprinting away.   she’s very non - confrontational, so she prefers to flee a problem before addressing it.   she’s...  very good at lying to herself.

HAS YOUR MUSE LOST ANYONE CLOSE TO THEM? HOW HAS IT AFFECTED THEM? check that residual trauma, babey!  she still suffers, centuries on, from the loss of her children  ---  her miscarriages, and especially maerie.   seeing her grow up was a small comfort, but evelyn mourns the fact that she wasn’t there to raise her daughter, as her mother was for her.   speaking of her mother, evelyn never even got to say goodbye  ---  she died by the time she found herself back in france after “faking” her own death.    evelyn hasn’t even begun to process that grief, and it’s been literal centuries.   she keeps all her traumas in neatly packed boxes, stuffed away at the back of her mind - attic, and god help the person who ends up knocking one over.

WHAT ARE SOME FOND MEMORIES YOUR MUSE HAS? oh, so many  ---  evelyn honestly holds on to memories less easily since she became immortal  ( she blames it on her head being crowded with just so much )   but many from her early life remain extremely vivid.   she remembers the way her mother used to sit at the piano on sunny spring days, and play tunes while evelyn and her siblings danced around the room  ;  she remembers chasing frogs in the stream with her brother and best friend, how suzanne would shriek whenever they touched her, and charles would laugh until he fell over sideways  ;  she remembers little maerie’s bright smile as she chased a butterfly across the field, and how she didn’t cry when she fell and skinned her knee.   evelyn has many incredibly fond memories, but she cherished these early ones most of all.

IS IT EASY FOR YOUR MUSE TO KILL? i...  don’t know if she could.   she’s never been put in a situation where she’d have to.   defending herself is a different story, and evelyn will gladly fight like a feral badger for her own self - preservation, but killing someone might go too far.   ultimately, i think she could do it, but only if something she valued greatly was at stake  ---  like her liberty, or the safety of someone she loved.   she doesn’t like to kill creepy-crawlies, killing a person is a big leap.

WHAT’S IT LIKE WHEN YOUR MUSE BREAKS DOWN? very messy.   evelyn truly breaking down is a release of all the emotion she hasn’t allowed herself to feel  ---  it’s violent, tumultuous, and as frightening to her as it is to any person unlucky enough to witness it.   she hits a very low point.   while not the sort of person to lash out at anyone else, she’ll retreat inwards, probably trying to isolate herself.   ( she’s gonna sprint into the freaking woods. )    it’s like...  a volcanic explosion of emotion, and it leaves her drained and listless for days afterwards   ;   she has to physically recover from it.   has only happened...  a handful of times in two centuries, it’s that bad.

IS YOUR MUSE CAPABLE OF TRUSTING SOMEONE WITH THEIR LIFE? “trust” is a big word for evelyn.   she’s very individualistic   ;   she doesn’t truly trust anyone, not with her every secret   ( and there are some big ones to unpack ).   her trust is handed out like grains of sand, steadily built up overtime into a mountain.  it has to be earned.   for evelyn, it’s not about trusting someone with her life  ---  she’ll visit an active volcano with someone she barely knows, just for the hell of it   ---  but trusting someone with her vulnerabilities, her secrets, is a slow process.  she usually doesn’t let herself get that close to people.   casual friends are...  easier, and don’t notice when you’re gone.

WHAT’S YOUR MUSE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE IN LOVE? hopeful.   walking on air is maybe a more apt term, but evelyn in love is the lightest she will ever be.   it’s so easy to see the beauty in everything, and suddenly she has someone to share it with.   she...  gets a bit ahead of herself.   she starts planning things, coming up with grand adventures they’ll share, places they’ll go, hoops they’ll jump through.   a lot of her ideas are a little unrealistic, so she’d need a partner to anchor her   ---   “no, we can’t go mountain-climbing in tibet this weekend, i have an actual job”   ---  but also to know how to humor her. the thing about ev :   she deceives herself in love.  she’s not good at facing the hard truths in her own life, so she tends to romanticize the idea of a life with her partner.   she will get discouraged if life doesn’t live up to those expectations.  if she feels ignored, if she feels patronized or suppressed...   she’ll fall out of love very quickly, and develop the urge to flee.   it takes a lot to get to that point, though.   if there’s a sufficient base of understanding and mutual affection in the relationship, she’ll never get to that point  ---  it’s worst-case scenario.  by now, she’s smarter about who she falls in love with.  she’s already married a man who tired of her, who saw her as a silly child   ;   she’ll never put herself in that position again.

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This is gonna be a v. indulgent prompt but how about some Silvamy? Especially with silver hopelessly pinning Amy (imma ramble on: his heart fluttering, heart beating so fast whenever he thinks of her and he is much happier and healthier, and he pinsss and yearns and longs) and the ending is more two sided? Maybe? Thank u 🎉

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Prompt:

It was getting harder…

I came back from the future on a report of something happening with the Chaos Emeralds in the past. Apparently, Eggman had found himself a new ‘friend’, so to speak. But this… this monster was like nothing Sonic, nor his friends had ever faced before.

We were engulfed by the Chaos Emeralds power, time and space suddenly shifted, but not just that…

I shifted.

We were all separated, but me and… Me and Amy, by some matter of fate, were consumed in the light that sent us to the same place.

Here, there seems to be a never-ending winter. But the snow doesn’t really bother me so much. Amy, though… It was hard to watch her struggle.

This place… this zone… It was horribly gloomy. But no matter how cold Amy was, she was always… smiling.

Silver stopped walking a moment, his feet sinking into the snow a moment as he looked up into the cloudy air above him.

“Will it never stop snowing?” he held out his hand, watching a snowflake fall to it and melt even before it reached him.

It wasn’t just body heat, but his unique abilities allowed him to divert the chilly wind or keep the sun centered on them. He could telepathically move heat to himself, something he couldn’t have done before. But in this strange world… with the Chaos Emeralds effect creating for him some new abilities, he was able to do many things.

“S…Silver…”

His eyes widened and he turned around. “Amy..!” his hand glowed and he immediately brought her closer, within the ‘orb’ he had created to keep the heat in. “I’m sorry, I must have been moving too fast. I’ll try and remember to keep you close…em!” his face suddenly turned red, seeing her willingly lean into his chest fur and shiver from the cold outside his concentrated bubble.

“Y-you o-o-ought to look be-be-behind you more…” It was a light scold, barely a complaint as she rubbed her arms for warmth.

“OoooOOOoohh… Silver! Don’t just stand there! R-rub your hands with mine!” she took his hands instantly before he could even object and turned her back to the warmth of his chest and began rubbing their hands together.

“E..Ehh??” He moved his head around, not sure what to do but tried fighting the urge to resist her. “A-Amy…”

“Quit making a fuss, you’re the one that has these new ‘heat’ powers and besides, you said that next time I get cold I could just come closer to you, right?” she looked behind her a second and then placed his–now warm hands–up to her face. “Ahh~ It’s like hand warmers… but literally! Haha!”

He was so confused. For one, his heart was doing something strange. Was it the chaos manipulation? He couldn’t tell. It bounced in rhythm to a song he didn’t know nor understood, but the pounding sensation made him uncomfortable…

“A-Amy…” He lightly whispered this protest out, but then just shut his eyes to take it. ‘I-It was my fault she fell out of the force, I should be m-more considerate of her!’ his eyelids trembled before blinking open again. “U-Um… That’s not quite how it works but… I am sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry, Silver. I know you’re trying your best to find a way back to our time and place.” Amy’s voice comforted him almost instantly, but he didn’t know why.

She had moved his gloved hands away from her face, looked up and over her shoulder, and smiled so warmly to him… he didn’t need the sun for a moment, he just needed her eyes to warm his insides.

His hands twitched slightly… they were warm against her face…

His eyelids drooped and his actions began to be smoother in motion, moving to take her hands again as she–surprised–looked to see what was going on.

“Huh?”

“I promise. I’ll find a way to get us out of here.”

‘W-where was this strength coming from? I see her face and I just… her hope in me… I don’t want to let her down! I have to protect her! She’ll die out here if it wasn’t for my new abilities. I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen!’

With new resolve, nodded to her, “Amy, I think I’m gonna try and fly again.”

“Fly?” Amy turned away from the odd action of his hands and looked back to him, curious. “But didn’t you fall straight into the snow last time?”

In this winter wonderland, she was like looking at spring.

He smiled, relaxing for some unknown reason. “Please, have a little more faith in me.”

“Yeah, but you hit rock bottom. Hard…” Amy looked a bit worried, but her words suddenly shook his resolve.

“I-I-I was just off my usual balance and concentration!” he blushed again, raising his voice just a little higher to try and sound affirmative. “I don’t think it will happen a-again!”

“Emm…” she studied his face, then squinted her eyes and moved… -gulp- dangerously close to his face.

“I-Is there something wrong?” he shifted his eyes about, not liking how his hands grew sweaty and his heart started to skip the song and just start playing an entirely new beat.

After a moment of her invading his own personal bubble inside the heat trap, she finally moved away and smiled. “I can see Sonic in your eyes. I know you’ll do it. Just like he does!” she beamed.

But that… broke his spirit somewhat.

He froze… in that little melting snowbank…

He let go of her hands, “O-oh… like Sonic… Right.”

‘Why am I acting this way..? What has the Chaos Emeralds done to me? Sonic is an amazing hero… I… I don’t understand why comparing him to be is so upsetting right now…’

he moved up and began to try and float again, but his jaw tightened and his eyebrows quivered down to a narrowed glare.

‘I’m not Sonic! I’ll do this my way. I’ll show her she can trust my eyes! Why did she see him in me?! What does that even mean-Ah…Ahhhh!!!’

Silver lost his focus again and straight down into an icy river he fell.

“Silver!” the muffled voice of Amy’s cry under the water broke his moment of unconsciousness from the impact.

‘Amy… I’m failing her… she needs me … she … I have to… keep her warm…’ The cold was starting to pierce through his thick hair and fur, the wetness soaking his gloves and shoes… now the bitter cold finally made his actions slow, but his mind was fully alive. ‘Amy… Amy..!!!’

As he tried to bring out his power, reaching his hand up to the water’s clear and shining surface, it was disturbed almost instantly by Amy jumping in and diving for him.

‘What?’ Air bubbles escaped his mouth, left completely in amazement. ‘She’ll get cold… what is she doing? Is she… coming for… me?’

She grabbed his hand, turning around and heading back to the surface.

We quickly found a shelter, it wasn’t much, but with the excuse–wait… why am I calling it an excuse? It’s a reliable reason! A-anyway… I was wet and cold. Amy came closer and began to rub my arms and head, trying to help me warm up so I could use my power again.

She was clearly freezing… but even as her teeth clattered against one another… I would look up and see her desperately trying to warm me… Where did that determination come from? Was it… Was she…

Silver’s eyes suddenly focused on her, as she began to sigh.

“Man… You’re really soaked all the way through. Geez… I told you you could, but I didn’t mean for you to bolt off into the sky like that! It was too fast, of course you wouldn’t be able to see. Ohhh… I should have mentioned to take it easy. I guess my motivation can sometimes be a little too effective…”

Her hands over his head… he completely gave in and let her hands move his head in any which way they moved him. He closed his eyes, feeling her and her breath just above him.

He was sitting down, but Amy was up on her knees, moving closer as he went limp.

“H-hey! Come on, Silver! Stay with me!” her voice turned frantic and he blinked his eyes slowly open again.

“S-…Sorry.”

‘What’s happening to me? I just… I want her closer…’

He could feel the urge to lift his icy hands up, pull her against him, and let the heat do the rest… but as he thought about it, his face flushed again and he couldn’t help but stare up at her.

“S…Silver?” She leaned one hand down to touch his head, “Ah! You’re burning up!”

“…Am I?” he smiled, his eyes bending as though he wasn’t completely there anymore.

“Ohh…” Amy looked a little upset, placing her forehead to his own. “Hmm… Here.” she sat down in front of him and leaned against him, holding him. “Take in some of my heat. Together, we should be able to warm each other up enough for you to use your powers again.”

…Did he want too?

If he did… she wouldn’t remain like this… But would he rather die a frozen hedgehog than let her go?

Soon, he had enough strength to trigger his powers again, allowing Amy to rest in the warmth of the sun for a moment as they headed out.

“Don’t let go!” he urged, a few times, as Amy held onto his flying body. “For some reason, I can’t lift you up and hold this circle around us at the same time.”

‘…Is it wrong to say I don’t want to try? Is that lying?’

“Waahh..! Just try and summon Chaos Control again! Eeee..! Don’t drop me!” she was flailing about, holding herself up by wrapping her arms around his neck, being held up by his shoulders.

He puffed out his chest, smiling.

He had plenty of energy now, but tilted himself slightly to keep her balanced on him a bit.

“Don’t worry, I won’t ever let you fall.” he leaned his head into the top of hers. “Never… Definitely never.”

‘Who needs a portal?’ had he completely lost his mind?

When a portal opened above him though, he was sad, but Amy’s face lit up in joy.

“It’s working!”

“I’m not doing that…” He admitted, almost like he was pouting in disappointment.

The gang had saved them… whoopie.

Coming back, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Defeating Eggman? He took his time, didn’t work as hard. Going back to the future? He made every attempt to convince Sonic and the gang he needed to stay longer…

Really, I just wanted to be around her more.

Her cheery voice… her gentle touch… her tough attitude during cold fronts… She was amazing to him.

‘Maybe she does love everyone… but for now, I’ll just pretend it’s only me.’

His powers returned to normal, so now he didn’t have an excuse to hold her hands, bring her closer…

He bent down by her side while she attended her garden. She was so close… yet so far.

He wanted so desperately to reach out for her, even thinking of maybe taking the hose in her hand and manipulating it to spray near her, then he would jump in–grab her– and yell out, “Look out!” as though he hadn’t staged it.

Her soft fur against his own… Her hands moving along his head… Her voice crying out his name…

“Silver?”

“Yeah… just like that.” he closed his eyes and leaned his head up to the sun, before hearing her say it again.

“Umm… Silver?” Her eyes looked unamused.

“…GAHK!?” His face shone red and he freaked out, jumping up into the air and hovering their a second, “Did I say that out loud!?”

“E-hee. You sure did.” she giggled it off… but would she ever figure it out?

“Ohh Geez…” He slouched in the air.

“Hey, make yourself useful and fetch me some of those sunflower seeds.” She pointed behind her. “I also want to plant some of those white flowers over here. They remind me of you! Haha! See?” she showed him the picture, taping it to a stick and putting the stick down in the soft, deep brown soil where her flowers would go.

“Sunflowers?” he blinked his eyes, using his abilities to bring them over. “These ones?”

“That’s right! I wanted something to remind me of the sun in that world, and of you, of course.” She nodded towards him.

“…You are my sun.”

“Huh?”

“Ohh… Nothing!” he gripped his head, ‘Man, figuring out I love her is so hard! I can’t hide a thing! At least she’s easily distracted and can’t tell…’ 

“N-Nothing at all!!!” he took off, “Ignore me!”

“Hmm… What is that boy thinking?” Amy batted an eye a moment, “Couldn’t be… me, could it?” she laughed at the idea. “Silver?”

He flew back, still flustered. “E-emm?” his mouth wiggled in a nervous line, and his eyes remained shut and head facing up and away from her pretty gaze towards him.

“…I hope you don’t leave for a while.” her eyes softened.

“H-huh?” He turned to finally look at her again.

“…Do you know why?” she tilted her head, …

‘Ohh… Don’t do that.’ his eyes turned back to a clear sign of infatuation. ‘Can’t you see it drives me wild!?’

“No… I don’t know why…” He moved closer, “Tell me?”

The plea was almost too much, so she turned away and “Pfft!”d to the side.

‘Oh, now she’s mocking me.’ he pouted, moving slightly away.

“I’m serious! Why do you want me to stay?”

“Cause the world seems a lot warmer with your innocent heart flying around everywhere.” she winked his way, and then planted the first seed of the white flower. “It’s nice to have you around… You’re very genuine. I hope these flowers bloom before you do go. That way, I won’t be sad when you leave. But I’ll have them spreading that same warmth to my world. Well, I hope so, anyway.” She giggled, “Don’t make that stop you from leaving if you were going too. I just wouldn’t have a picture of you, and that would be sad, you know?”

She took out her miles-electric, looking sadly to it with a smile before he put his hand to it and pushed it down, startling her as she looked to his face just inches away from her cheek, hovering over her shoulder.

“Don’t worry.”

‘Does she see my eyes now..? And not Sonic’s?’

He smiled kindly to her, trying to convey what his heart pined for him to declare.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

And for once, he did see her stare differently at him.

‘These aren’t Sonic’s eyes…’ He moved closer…

‘They’re mine… Looking at you.’