#like the party stands for deadass nothing and you SHOULD be mad that this is the farthest left we can get

[sillyguy-supreme]

i think far too many of you do not realize that if the democratic party loses in november it will be because of their failure in campaigning and refusal to listen to their constituents and not because the Tumblr Leftist Furries abstained from voting or voted third party

[vannybarber]

Put Some Respect On My Name!

Summary: As a wife and a mother to the kids of this asshole, respect is the one thing you better be recieving from him...after some good 🍆 of course. That's number one right there.😏

Ransom Drysdale x Black Reader

BIG ASS PLOT

Words: 5.3k

Warnings: Pregnant¡Reader, swearing, insults, angst, mentions of cheating, SMUT, breeding kink, spanking, oral (female receiving), praise kink, unprotected sex, mentions of religion, threats of violence (nothing extreme).

So here your are. Sitting on you and Ransom's shared California King bed looking at his friend, Derek's Instagram story, disappointed and angry. But mostly angry. Some nasty ass trick is sitting on your baby daddy's lap. Her loppy floppy tits out with a drink in hand and him drinking a Moscato, the one beverage he loved to order everytime he went out.

Last year for New Year's, you had to stop him from ordering more or else you were going to be cleaning him up after puking everywhere at midnight instead of getting a kiss to start off another year.

Your two year old daughter was in her playroom across the hall making a mess with her toys. Usually you'd be down there playing with her but your swollen stomach done prohibited you from doing a lot of things now. But it most definitely ain't stop you from getting what you want from Ransom every day and night. Nothing could ever stop you guys from getting yo freak on. Nothing.

Hugh Ransom Drysdale is most definitely an asshole and you're not gonna sit here and lie, acting like he completely changed when you guys came together. That boy still has his moments, but of course, it would be a chilly ass day in hell before you sit there and take his bullshit. He been learned that.

At this point ,you were thinking of ways to get on his ass about it when he comes home. Should you get the bat and wait at the door on some Beyonce shit ? Or put some bleach in his Fruit Loops like Cardi the next day ? Those sounded a lot better than what you decided to do. You were gonna wait till he got back home and calmly confront him on it, regardless of what your hormones wanted. 6 months pregnant and anger do not go together. You're WAAAAY more vulnerable and bound to do anything now. So you just watch your daughter brush her baby doll, hitting her on the head cause she won't sit still, rubbing your bump and wait for him to come home.

You hear shuffling downstairs and keys hitting the bowl by the front door. His big head home now and you're beyond ready.

You check the time and it's 2:46 am. You been put your child to sleep hours ago. You were just watching Wild N' Out to pass the time, thinking of how you were gonna start off without making yourself even more mad. The baby nor you need any of that. You were internally praying he was gonna get his ass over here soon cause your ass knocked out for a little bit. You were sleepy as hell right now.

Hearing those expensive ass Chelsea boots hit the sleek stairs and up to the second floor, you woke the fuck up real quick. You stay quiet and watch him walk in your daughters room and check on her. You can see with the nightlight him smile and rub her brown cheek with the back of his forefinger, whispering inaudible words to her. Fuck him and his adorable ass.

He bends back up straight and walks out her room closing the door a little and make his way across the hall to your room. He sees you and your pregnant state in your white tube top and grey booty shorts. Simple yet the baddest bitch he's ever laid eyes on and ever will. He smiles while locking eyes with you and all you do is narrow yours back at him getting upset all over again, regardless of the sweet previous moment shared with your baby girl.

He gives you a 'what the hell ?' look and comes over to give you a kiss but you jerk your head back with the stank face and a 'boy move out my face' quietly leaving your mouth. Now he's REALLY confused.

"Mama, what's wrong with you?"

You look at him like he just asked you to get on your knees and bark like a dog.

"What's wrong with me? You really asking that?" raising your voice on the second question.

Technically, he has the right to ask, being that he doesn't know what you know. He probably doesn't even know that Derek was recording him and that broad. Nor does he know that you texted Derek to keep recording him so you know nothing escalates.

Call it what you want, but you know how your man is. He's immature and irresponsible as HELL. If something had popped off that really threatened y'all's relationship, you would've been in that bar with your child on your right hip, earphones in her ear and tablet in hand, cussing him and that girl out.

"You wanna tell me how your night went?" You tilt your head asking sweetly, with a drop of sarcasm. You truly are a petty ass piece of work. And you love it.

"Just get to the point Y/N. The fuck did I do this time ?" At this point he's now visibly annoyed. But you ain't care. This situation is on his part. Y'all could've had a nice night, fucking while Big City Greens playing in the background on the T.V. eventually waking your child up cause you loud as hell, but nooooo. That ain't happening now.

You grab your phone and open back up Instagram, Marta popping up on your feed with Harlan reading a book. You like it and search up Derek's @ then click his story. You flip through countless tabs until you see the man-child standing in front of you, on the screen. You motion him over to the bed.

"Come here, asswipe."

He rolls his eyes, but moves them feets anyway. You turn your phone to him and let the video play. You watched it about a thousand times so you know exactly when it ends. After it does you pull the phone back in your lap and give him a questioning look.

Sometimes it's hard to read his expressions and this was one. It was a mix of slight guilt and double the annoyance. He backs up and stands back at the end of the bed, arms crossed.

"Really? This why you're upset?"

You swear you almost slapped him. And this time you couldn't blame the hormones because it was gonna be ALL YOU. You take a deep breath and lean your back against the cushion headboard.

"I KNOW you did not just ask me that as if I ain't supposed to be bothered by the fact that my husband got some random woman on his lap while I'm at home with his daughter and his growing child."

You deadass don't believe him right now. He really pressing you as if he don't know how you get when you're angry, especially while pregnant.

"My feet hurt. I am TIRED. I can't even move for more than 5 minutes without getting sick and having to sit down. The you come at me with this bullshit" you continue. "What the hell is wrong with you ?"

He just deadpans you. And you stare at his ass right back. You not playing right now.

"Y/N, you never get upset when I go out with my buddies and get hammered." He's flapping his arms around raising his voice at every word.

"What is the big deal now? It's fucking late and you're doing all this right now. What the hell?"

You gather the strength and get out the bed to close the bedroom door cause you about to go AWF.

Getting back on the bed fully sitting up and supporting your own weight, you tie your butterfly braids up in ponytail.

"Listen, you raggedy shitball,"

It's about to go down. You adjust yourself, ready to release the wrath.

"I don't give a damn how late it is. You know better than to go out and let some bitch get close up on you like that. Were you even thinking about me or your kids while she was on you? The fuck was going through your mind? Oh wait, I forgot. You don't fucking think. You have to actually have a damn brain."

"Raggedy shitball? Real mature, babe. Real fucking mature." He says rolling his eyes, finally getting his shoes off and putting them under the chair were his scarf and coat are draped over.

You continue with your rant.

"Ironic for you to comment on maturity, Hugh."

Yep, that's right. You said it. You called him by his ugly ass first name. Linda and Richard must've been out they damn mind naming him that shit. He whipped his head around, any sense of expression just completely wiping from his face. Perfect. Just the reaction you wanted.

"Don't call me that." He stated, pure disgust in his words. To be honest, you don't even blame him. But like stated before, you petty as hell.

"Hugh, Hugh, Hugh. Your name is fucking Hugh" you say in a sing songy voice. Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.

"You don't get to tell me what to do right now. And back to what I said before. Why you let that girl in your lap like that ?"

"It was completely harmless. We were just having fun. Like you said before, you aren't a jealous person. Stuff like that shouldn't even be affecting you like this." He gets on the bed beside you and your face tore back up again. He's really getting in this fucking bed beside you like nothing.

But he was right though. You aren't a jealous person. A girl can come up to him at a party and flirt right in your face, but you'd never be bothered. Cause at the end of the day, her ass is getting rejected and he's gonna be inside you later the same night. He's yours and you're his. Simple.

"Ransom, just because I'm not a jealous person doesn't mean I'm gonna keep my mouth if our relationship is threatened." This man is actually delusional.

"You never entertain other girls when I'm around and here you are with a girl on your lap and I'm not there to say or do nothing. And you know your shitty friends will just encourage it. "

At this point, you started to get really insecure. Maybe it's the hormones, maybe it's just your logic. But your mind started racing like NASCAR. What really happens when he's out and you're at home? He wouldn't put your marriage and family at risk over a bitch...right? He hasn't cheated on you, has he? These thoughts really weren't good for your right now.

But he must've read your expressions. You were zoned out and he knows you're an over thinker so he had to stop you real quick. He puts his large left hand over your thigh, rubbing it and his right around your ass, leaning his head against your arm, trying to get you to chill. It almost worked, him knowing you liked your thighs rubbed, especially in your state.

But you caught that shit right away. You moved out of his hold and turn your body completely towards him. And then you ask him.

"Have you ever cheated on me?"

He freezes, you swear for at least 2.4 milliseconds and whips his head around to look at you. You turn your head away, somewhat regretting you even asked. You know this fucker loved you and your family with everything. He even said in his vows he would give his all into you. And you believed him. But fuck that right now. You need to know.

"Are you GODDAMN serious right now?!"

Okay, you paused for two things; he used God's name in vain, which you HATED, due to you growing up religious. Even though you don't practice it very often, it still bothered you. And two, he yelled, completely disregarding the fact that your kid is across the hall sleeping.

You snap your head around, braids hitting your face with super saiyan speed and kick him in his hip.

"What the shit, Y/N?"

"First of all, you know how I feel about that fucking word. STOP USING IT. And two, your daughter is sleeping so you need to keep your damn voice down!"

He's rubbing his side with a distorted look, but you could care less. You were fed up. This imbecile wasn't showing you any respect and your weren't gonna wait for him to get it right.

"How the hell would you feel if I went out, sat on some random dude's lap and entertained him while you were at home with our kid? Matter a fact, I'll do one even better. How about while I'm PREGNANT with YOUR baby, that YOU put in me, I sit on him and letting him rub my belly?"

Ransom has a big ass breeding kink. When you told him you were pregnant he was ecstatic. The though of him knocking you up, his seed growing inside of you just gave him pure ecstacy. And don't even get started on when your bump started to form. He was fucking every chance he got. He was in a theme park and you were his favorite ride.

You know you were playing with fire, but that shit felt AMAZING. He was really feeling how you were feeling right now. Them veins were popping out his neck and his face was slightly turning red. Baby boy was LIVID.

"Y/N, cut that shit out. I'm not doing this with your ass tonight." He looked at you with these eyes you've only seen when his family pissed him off at those gatherings he dragged both of you to. Before you had your first child of course. You went to them less after your daughter's birth because he didn't want her around his shitty family. You completely understood.

"Nah, baby boy. Since you want to be so inconsiderate and a triple asshole tonight, you can lay here by yourself and bathe in it." You got your big ass out the bed after minutes of struggling. Grabbing your black Betty Boop pillow with her cute afro, your charger, phone and your Hot Cheetos out the night stand and slipped on your slides, you waddle across the room, heading into the guest bedroom.

You refuse to sleep in the same bed as him, especially since he refuses to admit he's in the wrong. If you stay in there, you're just going to get even more frustrated and you don't want to harm your baby.

"Y/N, baby. What are you doing? Come back in here" he called you from the bedroom.

You shut the door and lock it. You'll be damned if you're gonna come running back cause he aSkEd you to. You settle in the bed, plug your phone up, grab your chips and turn When They See Us on the T.V.

Ransom just lays back on the bed in defeat. He didn't even make an effort to get you back in the room because you're stubborn as a mule. But he takes this time to go over what just happened.

He truly didn't think you would make a big deal. Like you said before, you're not a jealous person, so he didn't think he'd have to worry. Boy, was he all the way wrong. And you did have a point about you entertaining another man. That had his blood boiling. He gets at most irritated when you come with him to events, like the Oakley Country Club in Watertown and you're everyone's distraction.

It was your first appearance with him there and you being a sight to see, had all eyes on you and your body. Hell, even the women were checking you out, no envy or jealousy in sight. He knew then, he was gonna keep you close. You don't remember ever leaving his side that evening. He even volunteered to go into the bathroom with you. He didn't want to take a chance with the females either.

But in all seriousness, he couldn't bear the thought of you with another man. Especially now that you're married and have two kids together. But he really couldn't believe that you'd even suggest that he had been unfaithful to you. Your reasons were plausible, yes, but he was honestly...hurt. He knows what kind of guy he is comes off as, but he'd never intentionally ruin what you guys have built. You were the only one he truly let close.

He knew what he had to do, even though he dreaded it. He had to go apologize. He hates when you're upset with him. Absolutely hates it. Plus you were looking sexy as hell tonight and he need some of that round brown ASAP, no rocky.

Ransom got up and opened the door, making his way down the hall to the guest bedroom, but not before checking his baby's room. She was still fast asleep, little snores leaving her body. Exiting her room, he knew your door would be locked but tried to open it anyway. When it didn't budge, he knocked a couple of times. But you was knocked out.

Then he remembered. Lifting his hand to the top of the door frame, he searched for the thin key that unlocked the bedroom doors. Once he felt it, he grabbed it and inserted it in the door knob. Click. He pushed the door open and looked around to see the T.V. screen on, but paused, and you lying on your side with the Cheeto bag still open like a damn fool.

He shut the door quietly and made his way around the bed. He closed the loud ass bag, which caused you to stir and reposition your legs. He set the bag on the nightstand and crawled into the bed with you. He stared at you for a moment. Looking at your full lips and your wide nose.

Your afrocentric features were always so mesmerizing to him because they were different from all the other women. They were unique and he understood why you took so much pride in them. You had the damn right, especially looking that good. You were never afraid to embrace them. No person of color should ever be afraid to. Ever.

After what felt like an hour of weird ass staring, Ransom started to shake your arm, trying to wake you. You're a heavy ass sleeper, so it took him a while. You opened your eyes, squinting trying to figure what the fuck just woke your ass up. Feeling a dip in the bed and a presence next to you, Ransom comes into sight.

Even though this man is finer than a MOTHERFUCKER, you still turned your nose up when you looked at him. Your ass was still mad and it was ridiculous. Understandable, but ridiculous as hell. You could only imagine what he wanted now. You roll your eyes.

"Listen, I know you're still pissed at me and whatever, but I just came in here to.... apologize."

He averted his gaze to the T.V. You know how difficult it is for your baby to apologize for anything because even though he clearly in the wrong, he will never ever accept it nor admit it. And damn sure never apologize.

"I realize how you felt when you saw that video", he continued. "I would be even more pissed if you were the one in someone else's lap and I couldn't kick their ass as soon as I saw it."

You chuckled a little bit because it's true. He would be angry as shit. Although, you'd never be in that position because you love and respect him too much. But you let him finish before you spoke.

"With that being said, I'm sorry for my actions. Believe it or not, I'm still getting adjusted to being a husband and a father. I'm still struggling to give up my old habits and the shit I'm so used to doing. It's not easy, baby."

You grab is strong jaw and make him face you. He hasn't made eye contact with you this entire time. You almost felt bad, but he needed to understand. Understand where you were coming from and understand how it made you feel.

"Ransom, I'm not asking you to completely change who you are. I just want to know that you're in this for good. Because you can't turn back now. We've come too damn far. And I'll be damned if you decide to give up your responsibilities. Your ass gon' be grass."

He smiled a teeny bit, because what can you say? You're a natural born comedian. You can turn any situation in to some funny ass shit. But you get back to your point.

"I want you to be able to go out and have fun, but also come back and be a husband and a father. I value my independence just as much as you, so I get it. Just remember what you have. Don't fuck it up for some pussy, alright? That's all I'm saying."

You look him in his sea blue eyes. Damn, them thangs are hypnotic as hell. But you search for something that tells you he understands. That's all you fucking want. Him to understand. But you definitely got your answer.

Just as you were about to ask him, he shoots his face towards you and attacks your mouth like a damn wild ass pig. You were thrown all the way off, but you checked back into reality and kissed him back. You guys had this amazing ass way of getting in sync when you kissed. No matter who initiates it, you flow amazingly.

After a few mintues of saliva attack, you pull away tryna breathe cause he was about to take all your fucking oxygen. He laughs at the look on your face. You end up cracking up too. You can't help it. And he knows it.

"I completely understand, mama. I've definitely taken this into consideration. I learned my lesson." He smiles down at you. Internally you're proud as fuck because it's like you raised a bad ass kid into a well behaved one. The power your ass holds is amazing.

Then you look at the door trying to figure out how the hell he got in the room. "The key." You nod in realization. He rubs your thigh again, and this time, you don't stop him. Instead he stops himself. You look at him confused as fuck.

"But I'm gonna let you sleep in here, since you seem to be so cozy." He was messing with you. Fuck him. He gets up off the bed and head towards the door, but not before looking back to catch your reaction. You had a 'get your ass back over here' look on your face. But he just smirked. That signature smirk.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He really out here testing you right now. The balls on this motherfucker...

"Ransom, get your ass over here and give me what I want." You look down at his crotch, imagining him without his wool Reiss pants. He follows your eyes, still holding that smirk, but not forgetting to widen it. You lusting after his fLeSh turned him on bad. And it felt so good.

You already know you're to hard to resist. Everyone loves chocolate. Even Ransom's lactose intolerant ass.

You start to rub your belly, purposely drawing his attention, really making him turned on for you. You can feel that that tropical rain storm in your Fenty underwear.

And that boy was ready to start swimming. He expediTiously got back on the bed and in between your legs. You give him that look and that's all he needed. Connecting your lips to his and moving them in perfect sync like always, he starts rubbing up and down the side of your full belly.

"So fucking perfect and all of it's for me."

You pause.

"And who said all of this was for you, Mr. Drysdale?"

Not amused by your comment, he slaps your ass louder than a bitch and you shut your ass up real quick. Not before letting out a little giggle though.

He lifts your heavy ass and pulls the tube top over your head, letting your swole breasteses fall into position. Your areolas widened since having your daughter and Ransom LIVED for it. You were definitely enjoying them massages and those lips treatments he gave you when they were sore, just like now.

He starts kneading the left breast and continues to make out with your face like an animal. His left arm is holding your ass up. He eventually lays you back down, knowing damn well his ass is tired of holding you. You ain't blaming him either.

He hooks his lips on the nipple of the same breast, twirling his deadly tongue all around it. You moan with your head thrown back cause it feels good as hell. He lets go and replaces his mouth with his hands and twirls the nipple with his mouth on the other.

All you could do was mumble cuss words and grab his hair. He was really fucking you up and the real fucking didn't even start yet.

Trailing kisses all the way down your beautiful bump, down all the stretch marks till he reaches your shorts. He wasted no time getting them off and disposing them on the clean floor. Whatever he throw on the floor HE'S picking that shit up, not you. You'll make sure of that.

He looks directly at your covered pussy with excitement in his eyes. More excited than you were, if that's even possible. He takes his thick index finger and rubs you through your panties, completely soaking them. You just watch him, lust dialating your pupils.

He yanks them off, almost taking you off the damn bed at the same time, so you had to re-adjust yourself. He spreads your legs on their sides of his wide shoulders and licks from your core to the hood that covered your clit. You jerked a little cause you were in your second trimester, the horny trimester. You were 🌃 sensitive 🌃.

Then his annoying ass starts lapping in circles in super saiyan speed. You cry out and grab your left breast, squeezing and rubbing it. He stretches his left hand out and takes the right one, doing the same thing. Your back was continuously arching. You know your baby was fed up.

After a couple of more laps, your body finally can't take anymore and you cum all over his mouth. He has the audacity to keep going, even when your clit is hypersensitive, making you literally whimper, so you have to slap his head to get him to stop.

He pulls away with that stupid famous smirk.

"All that shit you're always talking, but you couldn't take a little sensitivity?" He teases you. But that's alright, cause you gon' remember that next time you're on your knees for him. When he comes, you not taking your mouth off him until you feel like it.

"Just fuck me already before I change my mind." You don't know why you even said that shit. He can tease you all you want. You'll never not have your legs or mouth open, ready for him to stick his dick wherever he feels.

He just chuckles, cause he knows that too.

Taking your body, he flips you on your left side and settles behind you, dick right against your ass. Its one of your favorite positions because he could hit your sweet spot perfectly this way. And he could rub your bump at the same time. Beneficial for the both of your greedy asses.

He was taking way to long so you grab his dick and line it up with your pussy and push the tip in slowly, playing with your own arousal. Ransom just watched. He loved seeing you desperate for his stupid ass, but you gave zero fucks at the moment.

Finally you slip his huge ass girth inside you and you moan out loud as hell. You really just be turned on by anything at this point. He then takes back the lead and pushes further till he bottoms out inside you. He's heavily breathing his hot ass breath on your neck like a weirdo, but fuck it.

Once both of you are adjusted, he starts moving in and out of you. The position made your walls hella tighter and he was already hitting your spot. His tight arm is wrapped around your stomach now. You constantly moan his name and he's just encouraging it.

"Ransom, fuck, baby just like that"

"You love when I fuck you like this, don't you pretty girl?"

You hated when he called you "pretty girl, sweet girl, or good girl" because you become a straight whore for him right away. He's such an asshole.

"Yes, Daddy- please don't stop"

"Tell me how bad you want it baby"

There he go with these fucking games. Always wanting to hear you beg.

"I want it so bad, Daddy ! pleASe give it to mE"

Happy Ransom?

He starts to pick up the pace and you feel the pleasure in your toes. It just travel from there all around your body and you can't say anything but "don't stop" and moan uncontrollably.

You start getting close and he can tell by the way you pick up the moans. So he starts going faster. But never forgetting to add a little nasty dialogue.

"I can feel you ready to come sweet girl. Keep clenching around me baby" That shit just made you even more whore-knee. If you weren't already pregnant, he was definitely gonna put a baby in you that night.

"Baby I'm close- fill me up Ransom please "

You're begging for this man to cum inside you, but he always wanna play a damn game.

"Hmmm do you truly deserve to cum baby? I don't know if you do.."

You wanted to hit him so bad, but he wouldn't let you come if you did. So you go along with it.

"Yes Daddy I'll do anything- Please just let me cum !" You screamed.

At this point you were loud as 🌃fuck🌃 .

After more begging he finally let you come.

"Oh shit Ransom- FUCK" You come all over his dick and shortly after, he came right behind you. Filling you up just like you wanted. He slumped against your back and you lowered your shaky leg.

"You always take me so well baby girl." He starts kissing your neck. You could literally hear that loppy ass smile he has on his face everytime y'all get done. But you get all tingly inside because you love when he praises you. Makes you feel proud of yourself.

"Well there's not much to take so...it's whatever." What are you without a teasing remark after every other sentence? But he always has a clapback.

"Its funny you say that because the other day you were practically in tears because my dick was "too much for one woman to take" and that I was practically torturing you." At this point you're turned over facing him grinning like a Cheshire cat and him smiling right back at you.

"Oh shut the fuck up, with your annoying ass." You snap back at him playfully, rolling your eyes.

"You love me, my chocolate bunny." He let's out an audible yelp when you kick him in his leg. You hate when he calls you that. "Cut it out Ransom, or you're not touching me for a week."

There you go again saying the dumb shit. You both know that YOU could never go through with that.

"Fine by me", he states unphased. Cause he knows you could never.

You roll your eyes for the 50thousanth time.

"You're lucky I love your ass."

"I love you too pretty girl" he winks.

Just as you were about to get up, you hear something jiggle the doorknob and someone huffing and puffing outside the door. That little girl over here jumping up and down tryna to open the damn door. You're literally hollering at her struggle. Truly sick in the fucking head.

"Mama! Where Papa ?" Ransom grins as he throws you his blue sweater so you can cover up and gets up to let your baby girl in.

You truly cannot stand this guy.

This all came to me so fast 😭 I hope y'all like it lmaoo

[twilightofthe]

Chapter Fourteen liveblog of The Mandalorian Season 2!  Let’s go!!!

Gonna say right now this episode already has VERY large boots to fill, my only prior experience with Tython is when my DM took our party there in the Star Wars RPG I’m playing in atm and we had a blast doing stuff like negotiating peace between warring peoples, finding lost children, visiting and exploring the very temple Din and the baby will be going to, AND we got attacked by Imps and I got to steal and drive an AT-AT.  Idk how to make Tython better than that xD

Ok but here we go, opening scene

Ooooooh we getting the FENNEC SHAND flashback???  (Lol but seriously if she is showing up again I’m all too happy to see my girl Ming-Na but how the fuuuuuck are we going to tie aNOTHER character’s storyline into this season? xD)

Once more I would die for the nameless baby Yodito 

SEROUSLY LOOKIT HIM AND HIS WIDDLE BALL DIN HOW COULD YOU EVER GIVE THAT UP

Welp I guess acknowledging the kid’s name is good parent/child bonding activities

“Bitch that’s my ball you keep taking it”

BABY LISTENS TO DADDY

HE’S HELPING THE BABY TRAIIIIIIIN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

HEY NO I’M NOT MAD AT YOU AAAAA GOOD PARENT

“Nice lady” lol perfect way to describe Ahsoka

OMG THE SOFTNESS IN HIS VOICE MISTER PEDRO YOU ARE KILLING ME ;_;

“You’re very special, kid” KILL ME RIGHT FUCKING NOW HOW DARE YOU TOY WITH MY HEART--

DIN YOU DO NOT SOUND CONVINCING AT ALL

NOT EVEN TO YOURSELF

JUST ACCEPT YOUR FATHERHOOD GODDAMMIT

“The TRAGEDY???” Oh No

Welp I guess Gideon tracks the Crest and kidnaps Baby in this one waaaaaah

Ok so forest planet like my DM said, but he made it snowy instead of acrid.....

Temple didn’t quite look like the first battle outcropping from Fellowship of the Ring either...

Oh is this another “wave your hand to pull it out of the ground” thingies like the Lothal temple?

DIN DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE JUST ABANDON HIM THERE

Ah ok he’s just doing the seeing stone thing

Oh honey this must be a pain in the ass to deal with the Force when you’re not remotely Force sensitive

BABY AND BUTTERFLY I’D DIE FOR HIM

Oh whoop we have company, not the Imps already?

Ahhh nope just Boba

Wait was HE the one who found Fennec last season???

If Boba’s the one who ends up turning over the baby to the bad guys just know nothing y’all say will make me forgive him for it xD

Fennec I’d kinda expect it from tho lol

I still think the Slave 1 (still a Very Hmmm Name) is the one of the goofiest looking ships, like why is it shaped like that and why does it fly standing up? xD

OOP I guess Baby just needed some pressure?  Glowy stone!

Glowy stone wiiiiith magic forcefield oh dear

Guess this ep’s gonna have Din trying to fight off opponents while Baby’s openly vulnerable and meditating, a la Katara in ATLA season 1

And ultimately fail too oh no....

Lol first thing visible coming out of ship is dramatic-ass cape, this fucking galaxy xD

TEMUERAAAAAAAAAAAA ;_;  Loooook I’m not the biggest Boba fan but I fucking love Temuera Morrison and his perfect voice

Wait he wasn’t the one who planted the tracker on his ship was he?

Looool at least Din’s finally found out there’s deadass like two groups of people he ends up coming across in this story

Hmmm we lookin’ dressed kinda like a Jedi, huh there Fett boy?

Wait Boba why didn’t you just try and ask/fight Cobb for the armor???

Oh so they really aren’t gonna make Boba Mandalorian again?

Oop Boba down for child murder

FENNEC OK I’M STILL KINDA IN LOVE WITH HER

“There’s no need for bloodshed” ok maybe Boba’s had some character development???

PROTECTIVE PAPA GETTIN’ OUT THE WHISTLING BIRDS

God Ming-Na is so fuckin’ pretty

“left for dead” BITCH YOU GOT FUCKING EATEN SHUT UP

Ohhhh does Fennec have some of those special new artificial guts like they gave Breha Organa?  Ngl I’m thinking of using those in one of my fics.....

Ooooop and NOW there’s the Imps

And that looks like enough room for a LOT of Stormtroopers

Oh dear

OH lol I guess Boba and Fennec have it covered

Ok fine Bobs that’s kinda badass

Lol Stormtroopers can’t even aim a mortar 

And STILL can’t properly aim a rapid fire gun either

Dumbass should have moved

Boba don’t steal the armor you’ll just be doing exactly what all the other Mandos are trying to accuse you of

AND DIN DOESN’T EVEN CARE ABOUT ANY OF THIS HE’S JUST DESPERATELY TRYING TO RESCUE HIS BABY ;_; ;_; ;_;

NOOOO DON’T LEAVE HIM

And of COURSE if he had waited five more seconds

Oh I guess Boba’s changing into his armor

Yep there he is

Ooop is that the Boba Fett theme?

THAT STILL ONLY COUNTS AS ONE

Aaaaand of course they’ve got a Star Destroyer 

WAIT ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

Y’ALL SERIOUSLY TOOK THE RAZOR CREST AWAY

BITCHASSES

Damn but if Gideon doesn’t have a perfectly menacing theme too

Ok Favreau we see them looking more like Iron Man than anything else

Goddammit Boba why’d you make him take off his jetpack

Star Destroyer/Imperial Cruiser same thing, one’s just bigger

Y’ALL SHOULDN’T HAVE MADE HIM TAKE OFF HIS JETPACK

THE FUCKING TOY BALL GODDAMMIT Y’ALL ARE GONNA MAKE ME FUCKING CRY

Ooop at least the beskar’s fine

Yeahhh Boba knows this is at least kinda his fault xD

HAHAHA YEP THE FETTS ARE MANDOS AGAIN

Ohhhh and Jango fought in the Mando Civil War huh????  INTERESTING

Ohhhh they are picking up Ahsoka again

Wait fuck me I forgot, has Ahsoka ever directly met Boba before?

Wait you’re fucking kidding me you’re bringing MAYFIELD back nooooo he was annoying and untrustworthy

I hope Ahsoka bullies him

Dammit Gideon I hope the baby bites you

HAHA FUCKING GET THEM BABY

ok ok ok yeah I know Baby using the Dark Side is bad

OK OK OK NEVER MIND NEVER MIND NEVER MIND THAT’S REALLY BAD THAT’S WHAT THIS BASTARD WANTS

BITCH YOU STOP THAT

GIDEON I FUCKING SWEAR

DON’T Y’ALL FUCKING TOUCH HIM

OR SHOOT HIM YOU FUCKING BITCHES I HATE THIS I HATE EVERYTHING

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

POOR BABYYYYYYY

DIRECTED BY SPY KIDS MAN????  SIR HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME HURT

Okay okay okay fine, yes, Boba was Very Cool(TM)

Damn this was a good episode

[bookworm-blogs]

Passing The Torch (Félix Drabble)

Ok I know I don't usually make stuff like this-- or make original things anyway, I mostly repost stuff-- but an idea came to mind and I can't shake it. So, here's a quick drabble on Félix.

Also: I'm a huge fan of "completely deadass brother Félix and dorky sinnamon bun Adrien" so I'll deviate a bit from popular opinion of canon Félix. Idk why, but I have a feeling there's more to Félix than meets the eye.

<_>

"Finally, we did it," Chat Noir panted and shot Ladybug a victorious grin, which she returned with a smirk of her own. Alya, Rose and Juleka-- the trio Punisher-- were now back to their original civilian forms with their purified akumas floating away into the pristine Parisian air. Funny, how even with all the chaos, the beautiful city of love continued to shine brightly and buzz with everyday excitement of normal people.

It was beautiful for such a stressful day.

'I could really go for some lunch right now,' Chat thought with little appetite. Honestly, after the day he had, he wanted nothing more than to go home and sleep; fighting three supervillains was hard enough, but add the drama at home with his surprisingly cruel cousin and a small dose of parental issues, his day was really turning out to be shit.

Chat Noir turned to Ladybug, ready to announce his leave, when his heightened ears caught footsteps approaching them. He turned and found none other than his cousin, Félix, standing there- thankfully dressed in his own clothes this time. His expression was smug and his eyes were knowing as he scanned the two superheroes before him.

"You two make a really good team," Félix observed before directing his gaze to Chat. "Chat Noir, a word please?"

"And why the hell would I do that?" Chat spat. "Haven't you caused enough problems already?"

"I know that, but I have a good reason. I'll tell you if you're willing to listen," Félix told him coolly, and Chat was horrified finding himself listening to him.

"We're not doing this. Come on, Chaton, we're going to de-transform soon," Ladybug said firmly, and as if on cue, both their miraculouses began beeping. Chat Noir swallowed the tension in his throat and looked between the two uncertainly.

Félix was an asshole, that much was obvious, but if Chat Noir knew anything about his cousin, it was that Félix wasn't a man of short-sighted actions. He's meticulous and thoughtful, he always has been. He should be angry at his cousin, furious even, but deep down he only wanted to know what made Félix do the things he did.

"Chat," Ladybug said again.

"Your secret is safe with me, Chat Noir," Félix said unexpectedly, and when Chat Noir caught a good look of his face, he knew immediately what Félix meant.

'He knows I'm Chat Noir.'

"Alright," Chat said, "we'll listen."

Félix shook his head. "No, I want this to be between us," Félix said and shot a meaningful look Ladybug's way.

Ladybug looked like she wanted to argue or even hit something, but she caught Chat Noir's gaze and held it. He shook his head at her and took a step towards his cousin.

"Excuse us, m'lady. We won't be long," Chat Noir told her, and through gritted teeth, Ladybug nodded.

Chat Noir followed Félix down from Chloe's hotel roof and into one of the empty VIP rooms. While Chat Noir closed the blinds and checked for any unwanted viewers, Félix reached for the cheese platter in the mini fridge and took out a small peice of camembert.

Chat Noir's miraculous beeped another warning.

"Nobody's watching. You can change back now," Félix said, and with that, Chat Noir uttered the key words that changed him from a wild looking hero in leather spandex back into the form of a normal teenage boy.

Plagg flew out of the ring and onto the bed with an exhausted sigh. Instead of immediately whining about food, however, Plagg sat up and shot Félix a look filled with disgust, surprise, a little bit of joy, and most obviously, recognition.

"Félix, it's been a while," Plagg said, and the other blond sent the small god an appraising look of his own, though Adrien knew Félix well enough to see relief in his stoic face.

"Hello, Plagg," Félix said. "It's good to see you again."

Plagg scoffed. "You say that now even though you're the one who rejected me," the small feline grumbled, and Félix rolled his eyes.

"For a god as old as the universe you whine an awful lot."

"As if you have any room to talk, you jerkface."

"Okay, okay, hold up," Adrien interfered and sent both parties immensely bewildered glances. "You know each other?"

"Yes, we do," Félix said, and Plagg huffed unhappily from his place on the bed. Félix glared at the kwami before continuing on. "Around two years ago, I was travelling with my family in Thailand on a buisiness trip when the weirdest thing happened: snake people began coming out of the dirt and attacked several villages.

"Master Fu was wandering the area at the time when he met me, and he gave me the Cat Miraculous to combat against the naga invasion. By using the miraculous, I managed to defeat the nagas before they could do any major damage, and for my efforts, I was granted full custody of the miraculous--"

"Which you rejected!" Plagg hissed. "Could you believe this guy? He was given all the power mass destruction could give him and he gave it up!"

Adrien looked at Félix as if he had grown a second head. Félix was his predecessor? He was a Chat Noir, too? Adrien sat down; there was no way he could process his information on both legs.

Félix rolled his eyes. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you are jealous, Plagg," Félix remarked coolly, and Plagg bared his tiny fangs in response.

"I'm not jealous! I was mad! I had to be stuffed away in that cramped box again!"

"Anyway," Félix went on, much to Plagg's frustration, "I told Fu living the life of a superhero wasn't meant for me, but rather, for someone I knew would have not only the ambition to be a hero, but someone who had the strength to keep it up. I told Fu to go to France and look for a boy named Adrien Agreste."

"You sent Fu here?" Adrien gasped, and Félix nodded his head. Warmth slipped into his eyes and he managed a true smile completely unlike the serpentine ones he wore earlier.

"When I came back to France, I had to know what was going on. I wanted to check up on you after my aunt... vanished, but I also had to make sure you matched my expectations. So, I pulled every last trick I could think of to get people mad. My ploy worked, and I could never be more proud at how you exceeded all my expectations. You truly are a Chat Noir worthy of Plagg."

Adrien gaped at his cousin, who looked so composed and regal without ever actually trying. Adrien always envied Félix's ability to be the perfect man, and now here he is, trying to imagine Félix in a black cat suit fighting snake men. It was an impossible picture to conjure, and Adrien couldn't help a laugh.

Félix quirked up a thin golden eyebrow. "What's so funny?" He asked.

"I- I just can't believe this. You brought Fu here and you were Chat Noir? Wait, what did you even look like? What was your hero name?" Adrien asked, and Félix's eyebrows shot to his hairline. He looked stunned for a moment, then he almost seemed to lift his chin higher.

"I looked a lot like you do, actually. Though I had a bigger bell and didn't look anything like a stripper," Félix said proudly, and Plagg guffawed in joy.

"You kidding? Of all the Chat Noirs I've had, none of them had a more sinful outfit than you did. I don't know what your deal was with those thigh-high stripper boots but--"

"PLAGG!"

Adrien lost it. He fell on his side, wheezing while Félix's cheeks burned red in shame.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY, STOP LAUGHING!" Félix shrieked, and Plagg floated over to his side and took the camembert out of his hands.

"Good going, Dark Knight, you broke him," Plagg remarked, and Adrien wheezed even louder.

"Wait, YOUR NAME WAS A BATMAN REFERENCE??"

"IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MENACING!"

Plagg took a big bite out of his camembert as he watched the two cousins shriek at each other. He could easily imagine the two growing up together as closely as true brothers, and he was relieved to see that most of the bad blood between them was forgotten, at least for now. If they had come to hate each other after all this, Plagg would be put in an awkward situation.

In Thailand, Félix was a sight to behold; he had the grace of a butterfly with the fury of a panther, and with every village he reclaimed from the nagas, the more potential Plagg saw in him.

Félix was, without a doubt, one of the best Chat Noirs he's had, even if it was for a brief time, but he could never measure up to the hero Adrien was bound to grow into. Times were undoubtably going to get tougher for Adrien, but Plagg knew Adrien was ready for that kind of commitment.

Not all heroes wear capes, but some do wear ridiculous bells.

[tr33-g1rl]

Cars On Roads Like Blood In Veins

This wouldn’t work. We both knew it, but it was still so easy to get attached. Even though we hardly had any time at all. We used every second we had, milked it for all it was worth. For some reason we had convinced ourselves that we could make it longer, that somehow we were above everything else this world had ever seen and that we could make it because we were somehow a magical duo that could make miracles happen.

You see, we thought, “Hey, opposites attract, so we should work.”

I’m loud but I used to be quiet, and you’re quiet but you used to be loud. You liked pop songs with the occasional rap, and I liked indie with touches of electronic. You liked band-tees and jeans, while I liked tank tops and sweatpants.

Okay, I realize that we’re not perfect opposites, but if I’m headed north, you’re going west. We’re not exactly different, but we’re clearly not the same. We just know that we didn’t start heading the same direction and we’re certainly not going to the same destination. If I’m being honest, I’m not going to plead for you to come with me, or ask if I can come with you. We’re just not meant to do this together and that’s fine.

The awful part of it is, though, that we more or less got attached. We may not be headed for the same spot, but somehow, on the criss-crossing roads of this country, our cars began to move at the same speed as you passed my on-ramp and my car was thrown into the same herd as the one you were traveling with.

 And at some point, either you or I ran out of gas at the same the other one decided they needed a cheap pop or a candy bar or maybe a cigarette. We took the same exit, one of us found the gas station and the other followed. You went into the store first, and I followed a few seconds later.

I remember being struck by how pedestrian you looked. I’m on the road a lot, and usually the people you see look somehow… bizarre. Hell, I’ve seen my car; there’s old food wrappers and costumes and papers and a work uniform scattered everywhere in my car except the driver’s seat. But you looked so normal  especially compared to me in my cosplay, headed straight from a convention on a long car ride home.

You looked at me like I was a fairy… or a mad witch, more like. But I brought a smile to your face and that somehow that gave me the courage to wink at you. This forced a chuckle from you, even though you looked deadass tired at approximately three in the morning when we were just outside of Abilene, Texas.

You got back in your big rig and I followed you back to the highway. We were alone with only each other, ourselves and the hosts on the ever changing radio stations. I remember that at one point we were on the same station, and I could tell because you rolled your windows down and sang along, horribly, to whatever shitty pop song the radio was trying to bring back from the previous year. I don’t remember the name of the song, but I rolled my windows down too and joined in on the fun. After the song ended, we didn’t know what to do, so we both rolled our windows up. It was cold out, after all, and my costume didn’t even let me wear a full shirt.

A few more towns and the Texas-Oklahoma state line later and we were in Broken Bow, Oklahoma. I started to get in the turn lane, planning to stop and rest for the night. It was only when I began to press on my brakes that I realized you had moved over two lanes to get behind me. Now it was you following me to the crappy hotel that costed forty-nine dollars a night per room.

I parked in the front.  No one appeared to be crowding this place and the front of the lot was almost completely open. You had to park your truck in the back. By the time I had my room key, you were inside and standing behind me, waiting your turn. I was in the elevator, bag in hand, when I heard you tell the receptionist, “Just give me the room next to her.” I’m pretty sure you heard my laughter from down the hallway.

I dropped my backpack on my bed and propped my door open with one of my shoes. I heard the door next to me open and close. I thought you were just ignoring me, but a minute later I saw you, in your pajamas, push my door open and laugh. I smiled at you, my legs swinging back and forth as I sat on the bed. You just flopped down next to me as I turned on the TV to some shitty Hallmark movie that was playing.

I changed into my pajamas and took off my wig and make-up. You gasped, teasing me, when I came back looking like a completely different looking person.

“Possibly your most daring look of the night,” you had told me. I just elbowed you and told you to shut up, the movie was on and we were missing it. Though, we laughed…because the movie was worth missing.

Instead we played those weak party games you’re supposed to play at sleepovers when you’re a kid. You later told me you never had. I’d only played them with coworkers on slow nights. But, as it turned out, ‘Would You Rather’ and ‘Truth or Dare’ and ‘This or That’ were really fun, especially at about 11:30, when you had been driving since the same time but a day in the past and hadn’t slept at all.

You ended up falling asleep in my room. Your room was just a wasted forty-nine dollars and a cubby hole for your duffle bag. Instead, we slept together, curled up on the floor in front of the TV, kept warm by only the blanket you had brought in from the cabin of your truck and by each other’s almost fever-high body temperature.

You were warm because of some sickness you had picked up somewhere back in your hometown that was somewhere more south than Austin, and I was warm because of a sunburn I had picked up while outside in the courtyard of the convention center. Even like this our warmth was somehow a blessing even though we both woke up at some point during the night, sweating, to take off the blanket and turn on the weak fan.

The next morning we exchanged phone numbers and headed back to the road. But now no music blared through the radio. We had each other on a video call, phone resting against our dash, camera at a really unflattering angle for both of us. But still we talked, laughed and told each other about where we were headed. I still feel sad that you didn’t say the same place as me. Still, we stopped at the same gas station to get lunch; a cheap coffee and a lunchable for you, a cup of soda and a bag of gummy worms for me.

I laughed at how you ate two stacks of cracker, meat and cheese at one time. You laughed at how I had to chew really hard to seperate the partially stale worms into pieces. You burnt your tongue on the coffee. I choked on a small piece of ice. We shook our heads at each other and got back in our cars.

We must’ve looked weird. An eighteen wheeler and a Volvo with no port for an aux cord. Maybe we were both just kinda old school like that.

By the time we reached Westville, I could’ve sworn we had maybe met when we were a couple years younger, then you moved and we had just forgotten about each other and now we had somehow met again. You just felt so comfortable, like the blanket that I now knew was in your passenger seat.

Between 5:45 to 6:30 at the latest, we had reached the border of Kansas and I was so close to home and I could tell. By all three; the scenery, the drop of my heart into my gut, and the fact you were growing quieter. By the time we were in Independence, we were back to making deep small-talk, like we were convinced that maybe, maybe we could convince each other that we wanted to go in the same direction.

But I knew that West wasn’t home, and you knew that North held nothing for you.

When we reached Iola, I had resorted to telling you all about Kansas City, about how much I loved it, about how much you would love it. You started telling me about California, how much prospect it held, how good I could do there.

The next half hour we was spent in silence. But we started laughing together again by Garnett, but by then we only had an hour and fifteen minutes left.

And we filled those precious minutes with everything we could. I bitched about how much I simultaneously love and hate my job, you told me about how you were missing a concert on this trip.

Finally, we reached Kansas City, Kansas. We stopped at a QuikTrip just off the highway. We were both running low on gas, anyway, and even though we were about to be separated, likely to never see each other again, we were both practical people. And this little interaction, whatever it had been, was not enough to stop our lives in our tracks.

We both made light talk as we filled our tanks and went inside to pick up something to eat. I handed you a coffee, and you handed me a bottle of strawberry Fanta. I paid for both of our collective treats, and when you tried to protest, I just hushed you. “You’re going farther than me; you’ll need the gas money later,” I said. You shook your head and rolled your eyes, but you put your wallet away all the same.

I told the cashier I wanted the receipt.Which is weird, because I usually tell them to trash it. I guess I just wanted something to remember you by; some physical proof that all of this happened and that you weren’t just some highway wraith that I had imagined seconds before my own car crash death. But as far as the single piece of evidence hinted, this whole experience had been just as real as I could believe.

And there we stood, you in front of your truck and me in front of my Volvo. We didn’t know how we could or should end this. Hell, we didn’t even know it there was a standard protocol for such unique events like this. But here we were and we’d be damned if we weren’t going to be the first ones to show people how it’s done.

I held my hand out, offering a handshake as a farewell. You laughed and pushed my hand aside before pulling me into a hug. I didn’t even try to resist. I just wrapped my arms around you in return. We pulled apart and looked each other in the eyes.

“You’re sure?” I asked.

“Very,” You said.

“Then I wish the best of luck to you.”

“Right back at you.”

Then we both nodded and you opened the door to your giant monster of a truck, and I got in my mouse of a car. We really must’ve looked like quite the duo, driving everywhere together. But now our number of two would subtract one, and we would each be solo acts again.

We both pulled out onto the street at the same time. I was turning left and you were turning right. I was headed back to my hometown and you were going to turn onto the US Route 50 and take it all the way to California. I’d like to think that the light turned red just for us so we could have those precious thirty seconds.

We wasted the first ten by looking at the traffic. And the next five were spent looking at the light, seeing if it would turn. The next ten we just didn’t make eye contact. Then we finally looked at each other, and I saw you see me. So I did what I thought would make us both feel better. I winked and blew you a kiss. You pretended to dodge it with a disgusted face. It made me laugh. I stuck my tongue out at you in retaliation.

Then the light turned, and I was forced to turn away from you.

But I hope that’s how you remember me; a laugh on my face and my tongue sticking out like a fool. If you do choose to remember me.

I choose to remember you. Something about us changed me; it made me realize just how good the world can be and just how happy other people can make me. In those brief hours together, I think I came to love you, but there was no heartbreak when we parted. Just happiness that for the little amount of time we had together, we were not-quite-perfect together.

You changed me and everything I knew. For that, I thank you.

[kellencclark]

Bittersweet Symphony (Part 3) || Kellen & Grace

When: April 27, 2021

Where: Coffee shop & Grace’s apartment, Santa Monica, California

Featuring: Grace Rothschild (dialogue provided by Tash @gracerothschild)

Triggers: N/A

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 4

She chewed on her lower lip before grabbing the seat belt and buckled in, looking over at him and laughed. “I will die of laughter if you burn the food.” Gracie teased, obviously giving him a hard time because she wanted to make things less stressful for both of them. “I have almost everything...but it also depends on what you’re going to cook.”

"I'll find a necromancer, bring you back to life, and kick your butt if you laugh," he joked, reaching over to tickle her side. "Honestly, I have no idea. I was just going to see what you had first then figure it out from there." He really didn't think this plan of his through and secretly hoped that she would abandon the idea in favor of fast food half-way through the drive.

“Ah so you’re unprepared huh? Someone a little nervous?” Gracie playfully mocked Kellen, giggling as she moved his hand away from her side, knowing fully well that he would tickle her until she couldn’t breathe. It was one of things she hated about being ticklish but at least he was there. “You could just admit you can’t cook.”

“Well yeah I’m unprepared. We only decided this was happening less than a minute ago.” He was nervous, but not for the reason she thought. He didn’t like that he was nervous to be alone with her, but that was the truth of the matter. “You could just admit that you’re a butthead,” he mocked.

“Oh we are name calling huh?” Gracie gaped at him, “You’re the butthead, you’re over here like ‘oh yes I can cook now’,” her voice lowering to mock him in which she ended up laughing. She was enjoying the atmosphere between them, although you could see they were still hesitant, she found herself slowly opening up again and could start seeing for the best of them.

“Yes, yes we are... Hey! I don’t sound like that!” He laughed at her impersonation. “You know, you can walk home, if you think I’m such a butthead.” He would never actually make her walk home, but that never stopped him from making joking threats. He started the car and turned the radio on to hear Sucker by The Jonas Brothers. “Did I ever tell you that Vito deadass loves the Jonas Brothers? Oh shit. I just fucking said ‘deadass.’ Kill me now.”

“It’s a gorgeous day, I would totally walk,” Grace replied, of course, she’d most likely call Trixie or Maya to come get her but she knew Kellen was joking. Hearing the information about Vito and Kellen’s new slang, she laughed even harder. “Oh my god...that’s when you know you hang around Vito a lot—are you trying to fit in with the younger kids?”

"It's gonna be dark soon though..." After all this time, he still felt protective over Gracie. Kellen knew that she was an adult woman and could take care of herself, yet he still had the overwhelming urge to keep her safe from the dangers of the world. "Oh fuck no. Teenagers fucking suck." He liked younger children, but teenagers annoyed him. Kelsie was a pre-teen now, and the thought of her becoming a bratty teen in a few years terrified him.

“I can agree with that, they’re rather rude as well, but we all were teenagers once. It’s the hormones.” Gracie waved it off, at least that’s how she assumed that most teenagers are. The only time she was a total brat was when her dad wouldn’t let her go out of town trip with her friends junior year of high school. Funny how times changed since then. “Isn’t your kid going to be a teenager soon, I heard the talk backs are worse.”

"Yeah, and I know what I was like as a teenager. I was an absolute menace to society. I would not wish that on anyone." It also didn't help that he was actively taking hard drugs and hanging out with people who encouraged his assholish behavior. "Don't remind me. If she's anything like her mom, she's gonna sass the hell out of me." He didn't even want to think of the possibility of Kelsie turning out like him. He felt she was smart enough not to make the same mistakes he made, and emotionally stable enough to not feel as though she needed to turn to substances to cope.

“Hey, with you and her mom as her parents. She won’t end up like that...she has a good support system so I think she would make the right choices.” Gracie reassured Kellen, knowing that he was probably worried about that the most. Kellen may seem like a menace, which he was, but she got to see another side of him that made her love him to this day. “I think things will turn out good.”

“I hope so. Her step-mom’s a pretty good influence too, I think.” While Cassie and and her fiancée, Mel, hadn’t officially tied the knot, Mel was very involved. He was lucky that he got along with his ex’s new partner. “I know I shouldn’t worry too much. She’s a good kid... But while we’re on the topic of teenagers, what were you like in high school?” Gracie was only a year younger than Kellen, but they never crossed paths until adulthood. At least, he didn’t remember meeting her before 2018.

Gracie turned her gaze away and intertwined her fingers in her lap, the thought of her in high school brought up some emotions and other feelings she hasn’t felt since she was sixteen to eighteen. Although her parents sheltered her a lot, mostly her father, due to her sisters wild tendencies, Gracie was the typical good student and daughter. “I wish I could say I had some cool stories to tell but sadly...I was a straight A student, never stayed out past curfew, never talked back to my parents unless it was over food choices,” she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “lost my virginity when I was seventeen because I wanted to experience the big deal but also I was pressured...my then boyfriend, who was on a baseball team...anyways...it was nothing special.”

Kellen silently listened to her answer, nodding along to show that he was paying attention. She had a much more normal high school experience that he did. He gripped the steering wheel tighter when she brought up her high school boyfriend. He didn't know which of her exes it was, but he had the urge to find the guy and sucker punch him. "You were good at school and had a good relationship with your parents. Those aren't bad things, you know. Maybe you could've used a good party or two to loosen you up, but other than that, seems like you had a pretty normal high school experience... This boyfriend though... Who was it? If you don't mind me asking. The lawyer or the chef?"

She nodded her head in thought, he had a point, she had a good high school experience but it was more due to less stress on her parents due to her sister. Gracie felt the corner of her mouth twitch, “Kellen...this was so long ago...you don’t need to be upset.” Her eyes met his, “honestly it was so bad I don’t even remember but I believe he now is a lawyer...we broke up after high school...a year later we tried it again...didn’t work out, dated the chef before I met you and honestly...I know this will make your head get big. But, you were the best.”

Kellen pouted as she spoke. “Still. He shouldn’t have done that,” he asserted, firmly. The fact that she said he was the best did give him a big head, but his mind turned back to earlier when she said someone had been ‘satisfying her really well.’ “Even better than this mystery new guy who always meets your needs?” he asked, hoping to catch her in a lie. He wanted— no, needed— to know that she wasn’t actually seeing someone else.

Grace forgot about the little white lie she told to Kellen, since it was in fact a lie, the only person she was seeing was the vibrator that was stashed away in her night stand drawer. “I’d say you’re tied.” She replied with a small shrug of her shoulders, fighting the urge to crack and admit it was in fact, a lie.

"Tied?" he asked, trying not to appear bothered. He was really hoping she would crack, but it seemed that she may have actually been moving on from him. But the fact that she kissed him earlier and invited him back to her apartment made him hopeful. Maybe if he prodded her further, he'd catch her. "So what's this guy's name anyways?"

Gracie cursed under her breath, realizing that she didn’t have a name, blurting out the first name coming to mind. “Gordon. His name is Gordon.” She mentally face palmed, out of all the names, she had to think of Gordon Ramsey.

Kellen wanted to be mad, but he bursted into laughter upon hearing the name Gordon. "Gordon? Fucking Gordon?! Where'd you meet him, the nursing home? Do you have to help him up and down the stairs when he visits your place? Gordon! I can't believe I was about to get jealous over a guy with an old man name." He also couldn't believe that he admitted that out loud. He would smack himself in the face if he wasn't driving.

Grace felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment, of course he would find the whole thing hilarious. Even she wanted to laugh at herself but hearing his words next had her smirking as she looked out the window, seeing her place coming up. “Yeah yeah...laugh it up, at least Gordon can hit it right.”

He noticed the blush from the corner of his eye and smirked in satisfaction. Her next comment about Gordon elicited an overdramatic gasp from Kellen. "You take that back!" He noticed her apartment, but couldn't find a spot on the block, so he circled around, finding a spot on the next block over. "Do you want me to make dinner for you or not?"

Grace rolled her eyes, “from the sounds of you being uncertain, I feel like I’ll be the one to cook something.” She raised her eyebrows playfully, “but it’s cute that you’re getting over Gordon—even if he has an old mans name.” The brunette wonder if that’s what she should make her vibrator at this point.

“No, no. I said I’d do it, so I’m gonna fuckin’ do it. And you’re gonna be impressed as hell. You’ll be saying, ‘Wow Kellen, I was wrong. You can cook. I’m sorry for doubting you.’” He did his best impression of her— which was not very good— while talking about what she would hopefully be saying after he was done in the kitchen. He was determined to do a good job— no, a great job. Kellen stopped the car and took his seatbelt off. “Ready for me to blow your mind?”

“By food wise?” Gracie smiled cheekily as she took her own seatbelt off and opened the door, “or are we talking about something else?” She called out as she shut the car door behind her and pulled out her keys from her purse, “because food I’m a little skeptical, but I said I would give it  a try. So do your best,” grace said over her shoulder as she walked up the walk way towards her apartment, punching in the code and opening the door.

"Maybe I'm talking about food, maybe I'm talking about other things, maybe both. Who knows? Not you. I'm not telling," he teased, smirking at her. Once they were both out of the car, he locked the doors. "I'm gonna blow your mind and you can take that as you will." He winked at Gracie, entering the apartment building.

“Whatever you say,” she sang out, smiling, the nerves were still there but she tried not to think about it too much due to her habit of talking gibberish to make up for the awkward silence. But it was Kellen, he made her feel comfortable. As they entered into her apartment, she kicked off her shoes and walked further inside, scratching the side of her head. “So we added a few new plants since the last time you came around.” Grace commented knowing that it was more than a few, the fact she and Trixie loved plants was a problem.

Kellen took his shoes off as he entered the apartment, out of courtesy to her more than anything else. It wasn’t something he did in his own home, but knew it was a preference of hers. He looked around the apartment at the ‘few’ new plants she had purchased. “A few? It’s like a plant zoo in here. What are those called? The zoos for plants?” he asked, unable to remember the name for botanical gardens. “Your water bill must be ridiculous.”

“Botanical Gardens?” Gracie asked amusingly, she turned around to look up at Kellen. “It adds a little touch but also did you want something to drink or look through my kitchen?” She walked into her kitchen and switched on the light, reaching up toward her cupboard and grabbed a cup.

“Yes! Botanical gardens. That’s what your apartment looks like.” He followed her into the kitchen and began raiding her refrigerator for supplies. “I’m good, thanks.” He pulled out a few things from the fridge and placed them onto the counter. Upon opening the vegetable drawer, he found an old bag of salad that had wilted and browned. “I think it’s time you throw this out,” he commented.

Grace glanced over and laughed, “That isn’t mine but I agree,” she shakes her head, “okay maybe it is mine.” Gracie shrugged as she reached into the fridge for the water pitcher and started pouring some into her cup.

"Unless it's got Trixie's name written all over it, you've got joint custody over this shit. I don't think she'll mind us getting rid of this though." He chuckled, turning around to toss the bag into the garbage. The way Kellen and Vito ran their household was that all of the groceries belonged to both of them equally unless one of them specifically claimed something, such as leftovers or specific sweets they liked. They tended to eat dinner together most nights, but there were nights where Vito wanted to have alone time with Verity. "Looks like you've got the fixings for chicken parm."

Gracie completely forgot about the salad, and she was certain Trixie hasn’t had the time to look in the fridge. Grace also tend to buy things that were quick fix and not time consuming. Lost in thought, she set her glass of water down and chuckled. “Chicken parm sounds good, just don’t burn it.” She said before hopping up onto the counter to sit and watch him cook.

Kellen rolled his eyes at her comment, sarcastically responding, “So set it on fire, got it. Turn the oven up to 500° and leave it in for seven hours. Thanks for the encouragement, chief.” He bit his lip as he watched Gracie jump up on the counter. He briefly imagined what he could be doing to her against that counter, but quickly dismissed the thought. “Look, I know you like to feel tall, but I’m going to need that counter space. You mind waiting in the living room or something?”

“Mmm...I’d rather watch you to make sure you don’t burn anything,” she laughed lightly, swinging her legs softly, leaning on her hands, “Why are you distracted if I stayed here? Here I thought you were good at paying attention to detail.”

“I don’t know how you expect me to clean these chicken breasts if I have no space to do it. Also I need you to show me where you keep your cutting board and bowls and stuff.” Kellen blinked at her, putting his hand on his chest. “Are you accusing me of not paying attention to detail? Me, a tattoo artist? How dare you.”

“There’s the sink,” she jokingly stated, flashing a smirk at Kellen, sighing as she rolled her eyes. “I have to give you a little teasing since you always tease me any chance you get.” Gracie stated, fluttering her eyes at him.

"A little? What do you mean a little? You tease me all the damn time! I have not known peace since the start of this da-- " Kellen caught himself slipping and had to quickly correct himself, mentally reminding himself that they weren't a couple. "Encounter." He turned away from her and began looking through her drawers for a chef's knife.

Gracie couldn’t help but to laugh at his frustration, pretending to not hearing the end of the last word, was this a date or was it just an encounter. She almost forgot it was supposed to be two friends...exes hanging out, yet she felt tension every time he came near her, that had her wanting to pull him close and get lost in him. Clearing her throat as she hopped down from the counter and rubbed the back of neck. “I’ll...get out of your way so you can cook.”

He could feel the tension in the air, and paused, trying to figure out where he went wrong. "You know I was just kidding, right?" he asked, softly. "I'm not actually mad at you or anything... And I don't mind you staying in here. I just need the counter space." After shuffling around, he finally found a cutting board and knife and placed both on the counter. He then took the chicken out of its packaging and began cutting the gristle off. "Ah shit," he muttered to himself, going to the sink the rinse his hands off before turning the oven on to pre-heat. "Where are your oven trays?"

Gracie walked around him and crouched down to open the cup board and pulled out the tray and held it up, “anything else?” She asked before standing up and realizing how short she really was next to him. Gracie always felt tiny when she was next to him, she also enjoyed being wrapped up in his arms that made her feel safe. “Wait what are you making again? I completely spaced out at the thought of you undercooking the chicken.”

He paused as he thought of whether he needed anything. “Cooking spray, for the oven tray. Oh! And breadcrumbs.” He pouted at her next words. “Chicken parm. It’s pretty hard to undercook considering you have to fry and bake it. You have no faith in me, do you?”

She laughed, “I have faith in you...it’s just been awhile since I’ve seen you in the kitchen—and the fact you said you can cook some meals? It’s hard to believe.” She teased him once more, finding it amusing as she grabbed the items he requested and set it down next to him, looking up at him as she brought the glass of wine to her lips and taking a small sip.

“Well yeah, it’s been...” He paused to count the months on his fingers. “Eight months. I’ve learned a few things in that time.” He learned a lot about himself in the months since their breakup. He learned that he could actually cook if he put effort into it and followed recipe instructions. He learned that he could live without illicit substances. He learned that it was okay to reach out to others for help. And he learned that his love for Gracie hadn’t faltered in their months apart, not even a little.

Gracie smiled into the glass and nodded her head, “Yeah...I also learned a lot about myself and I was thankful for Maya and Trixie. I was in a slump after our break up, I just worked and went home.” She admitted, setting the cup down and sighed, “It also made me realize that I do love you and that I fell hard and fast unexpectedly with you.”

“Hey, that’s better than going to work, going straight to the bar, getting shitfaced, flirting with a stranger, getting too sad to bone, then going home alone... Dammit. Maybe this is why the gossip fucker always calls me ‘Kellen the Crier.’” He sighed loudly, then went back to his task of getting the gristle off the chicken. Once that was done, he went to go crack a few eggs in a bowl, but stopped once Gracie started talking again. “Grace, I— fuck. You were the first person I fell in love with after years of shutting myself off from love. When I saw you in that bar back in 2018, I just knew there was something special about you.”

“Here I thought you were thinking, what is this girl doing in this bar,” she smiled, recalling the incident easily, seeming lost but also uncomfortable with the guy before Kellen saves her. Gracie could feel the butterflies erupting in the pit of her stomach at his confession, the look he gave her made it all the more intense, their time together was intense yet satisfying. “Or if I was lost.”

“Well, that too,” he teased, chuckling. “It really wasn’t your kind of bar.” Any type of bar was Kellen’s type of bar, which was exactly the problem. Except extremely fancy ones; those were the types of bars he was known for getting kicked out of.

Gracie laughed, "You do have a point." It was beyond her ideal area to get drunk yet she was there and almost got pounced on until Kellen came into the picture and saved her from being perhaps taken advantage of. "Why did you even help in the first place...I'm pretty sure I seen you entertaining someone else before you came and practically man handled me out of there." She jokingly stated, placing her hand on her hip as she leaned against the counter.

Kellen thought back to that night. He had been flirting with another girl before he found Gracie, but the other girl had as much personality as a pile of laundry. She seemed pretty annoyed when he left abruptly, but Kellen didn’t care. He had locked eyes with a distressed woman and something in him said that he needed to do something. “I dunno. My gut said so. Why’d you go to that scuzzy place to begin with?”

Grace chewed on her lip before speaking, “I just ended things with someone and he said I was so boring that I never excited him,” at the time she was a little hurt at those words but now she knew her worth and understand that sometimes it doesn’t go well for others. “So I figured why not go to the nearest grungy bar.”

He frowned at her answer. “You know that probably wasn’t one of your better ideas, right?” Abandoning cooking for a moment, he turned around, walking over to her. He hadn’t started breading the chicken yet, as he was distracted by conversation. “If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re very interesting. That schmuck missed out.” He leaned down, closing the gap between them by pressing his lips to hers.

Gracie was about to respond something witty when she felt his lips against hers, which she automatically leaned into him and grasping the side of his face. His words and his actions made her heart melt, realizing they were once again crossing the line of staying friends. But how could she when she loved him so much, the idea of food forgotten because she craved something more, she craved him.

Kellen knew he was playing a dangerous game. As always, Kellen was impulsive and didn't think about the consequences of his actions. This time, he didn't care what the consequences were as long as he could be close to her. He wanted to show her how he felt about her, and wanted reassurance that it wasn't all one-sided. He knew he had to go back to cooking soon, otherwise they'd be starving for the rest of the night. But for now, he just wanted to feel her lips against his and her hair through his fingers.

Gracie didn’t care for the food at the moment, she only cared for the moment she was sharing with Kellen, it felt comforting and the void in her chest was gone. The brunette moved her hand down his chest to slide under his shirt, shivering at the feeling of his skin against her hand. She knew she shouldn’t continue further than this, especially with them in the kitchen where her roommates could come back any second.

His breath hitched as her fingers met his skin. He put one of his hands on her hip, the other in her hair. In an act of impulse and desire, Kellen pulled her hair back, breaking the kiss to whisper in her ear, “So there are a few things that can happen next. You could help me finish making this meal… or we could take this into the bedroom. Your choice.”

She could feel goosebumps rising on her skin at his whisper, the way his lips brushed against them, she couldn’t think straight nor could she think logically at the moment as she weighed out the options. Gracie didn’t care about the food at the moment and she could only think of him at the moment, “bedroom,” she whispered and brought his lips back against hers.

“Good choice,” he whispered back, biting her bottom lip. The idea of just being friends had completely gone out the window. How could he just be friends with someone who he used to be so intimate with— who he still wanted to be intimate with? It just wasn’t going to work.