#pro hoe bath

[floating-in-waves]

New level of bug eye glasses. It's so hot I feel like my eyeballs are sweating. I thought I escaped the heat of Fl, it's worse here. Thank gods Staind and Evanescence are at dark, otherwise my ass would stay planted in this chair.

[rd0265667]

Go, go, go, go Head so good, she a honor roll She ride the dick like a carnival I done did the impossible Go, go, go, go Head so good, she a honor roll She ride the dick like a carnival I done did the impossible

Ha, ha, ha, schyeah

Way too rich to drive a Rove' Made a milli' on the stove She like to put it in her nose Pretty bitch with white toes I done put on all the bros I done fucked her in the Rolls (Hahahaha) I done pulled up in the Ghost I done reached all my goals Yeah, yeah, pull up with Yeezy and Dolla $ign I'm all about business, I'm mindin' mine Pull up in the trenches like Columbine Pull up with the rocket like NumbaNine I don't want your hoes Young nigga reach all the goals Let her suck the dick, said she was a pro If she scrape her teeth, I'ma tell her to go

Go, go, go, go Head so good, she a honor roll She'll ride the dick like carnival I done did the impossible Go, go, go, go (Ha, ha, ha) Head so good, she a honor roll She'll ride the dick like carnival I done did the impossible

Dolla $ign She ride it like Six Flags We turn up to the max I whop her from the back I gave that bitch a cramp They love me out in France In the hood, I'm good, I'm stamped Every day, I dress all black For a show, nine hundred racks Middle East call, double that On my neck a bubble bath On my wrist, new Cadillac Cut her off, don't want her back Lil' bitch, I'm a superstar These hoes wanna fuck my car My dog put a nigga in park Gotta watch out for the narcs, ayy

This that Game of Thrones, Yeezy, not the clones Elon, where my rocket ship? It's time to go home (Ha) They served us the porn since the day we was born (Ha, ha) Anybody pissed off, gotta make 'em drink the urine (Ha, ha) Now I'm Ye-Kelly, bitch, now I'm Bill Cosby, bitch (Ha, ha) Now, I'm Puff Daddy rich, that's Me Too me rich (Ha, ha) Why she say she sucked my dick? Then she say she ain't sucked my dick? (Ha, ha) She gon' take it up the ah, like a ventriloquist (Ha, ha) I mean since Taylor Swift, since I had the Rollie on the wrist (Ha, ha) I'm the new Jesus, bitch, I turn water to Cris' (Ha, ha) This for what they did to Chris, they can't do shit with this (Ha, ha) Got my kids in a fake school, we ain't– (Ha, ha, ha)

Go, go, go, go Head so good, she a honor roll She'll ride the dick like carnival (Schyeah) I done did the impossible (Schyeah) Go, go, go, go Head so good, she a honor roll She'll ride the dick like carnival I done did the impossible

She ride the dick like a carnival Bend her over, havin' flashbacks, she gon' eat me up like a carnivore It's the way I pop my shit, the hoes not ready, I'm goin' barnacles Movin', I feel like I'm Jason, can't get arrested, I make 'em stomp, oh She want a private section, roll off them X's when I'm on Melrose She tatted my name on her titties, yeah, you can bust it, but it's a borrow Hol' up, sittin' back, countin' up dubs, I was raised in the borough She wanna taste it, checkin' the swag today, ho, come back tomorrow If you know what I know, hide your ho Just off the facts that we havin' them hunchos Runnin' around in the lobby, I know that they tired of me havin' like ten hoes She need some cresidentials just to be presidential, hol' up, hol' up I'm 'bout to buy her some dentures, make that ho eat me for dinner, woah, woah Pain all in my eyes, I can't see, uh I'm 'bout to jump out my body, I'm ready to leap, uh I'm 'bout to nut on her body and tell the ho, "Leave", 'kay Fifty mil' stuffed in the bag, tell the whole gang eat, uh It's Ye and Barti, tell me who fuckin' with we? I'm hot like Tha Carter, I'm feelin' that ho in my sleep Dollar signs all in my dreams, I don't never see Z's, woah (Woah-woah) The swag cover my body like it's a disease, woah (Woah-woah)

Go, go, go, go Head so good, she a honor roll She ride the dick like a carnival I done did the impossible Go, go, go, go Head so good, she a honor roll She ride the dick like a carnival I done did the impossible

Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go Go, go, go, go

huh???

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Back That Ass Up"

The 1990's...a time when most rock bands and singers didn't sexually objectify women in their songs and music videos.

A time when popular female singers, from female singer-songwriters to lead singers of bands to R&B singers, barely ever showed their bodies off and used sex to sell themselves.

A time when it seemed like women who defined the decade were sarcastic, deadpan, nonsexualized alt girls like Janeane Garofalo, Juliana Hatfield and Daria from the titular MTV cartoon.

A time where you had riot grrrl bands like Bikini Kill angrily protesting rape and sexual assault.

A time when Gwen Stefani, who was then known for being the lead singer of a band, stating how she's "had it up to here" with sexism while she points to her forehead.

A time when Sonic Youth's Kim Gordon asked "Are you gonna liberate us girls with your male white corporate oppression?" and Queen Latifah making diss tracks towards misogynistic men.

But then...as the 1990's come to a close, just when you thought professional wrestling had dwindled in popularity when so many of their top stars during the 1980's left the World Wrestling Federation, pro wrestling made a comeback in 1996 and 1997 due to Hulk Hogan turning heel and a wrestling company known as WCW was beating the WWF (World Wrestling Federation, not World Wildlife Fund) in the ratings.

What was the WWF to do?

Instead of having a kid friendly product that seemed like a live action Saturday morning cartoon and had their faces of the company not using profanity or adult-like things despite having lots of charisma and being fan favorites with the audience, the WWF by the end of the 1990's became edgier, more violent, sexualized, shocking, trashier, vulgar and "adult like" than ever before.

You could say that the WWF was growing up with their audience who were kids watching the WWF when Hulk Hogan, Macho Man and even Bret Hart and Razor Ramon were the faces of the company that were now transitioning into teenagers who love sexualized women, middle fingers, sexual innuendo, violence and profanity.

Speaking of sexualized women, during the 1990's, when you had hardly any sexualized female recording artists save for a few and rock bands who barely sexually objectified women, by the end of the decade, the World Wrestling Federation would have their women's roster, be it from valets like Debra and Terri Runnels to legitimate wrestlers like Ivory and Jacqueline, participate in bikini contests where they'd be judged for their beauty and dressed in bikinis that left nothing to the imagination, and worse, the women's roster would participate in the infamous "bra & panties" and evening gown matches where women would tear each others clothes and dresses off in the ring until they were down to a bra and thong, or they'd wrestle in bikinis in pools of mud or pudding.

To add insult to injury, this was considered "women's wrestling" by the late 90's and some women would end up winning the World Championship belt for participating in matches involving them tearing their clothes off or "wrestling" in bikinis in pools of pudding or mud.

Plus, the World Wrestling Federation during the late 90's was also a time when you had wrestlers playing pimps that would have groups of prostitutes following them and men who would have half naked women cuddled with them.

And worse of all...some wrestlers played characters that would degrade women, from the Rock telling Chyna she "belongs on her knees", Jeff Jarrett being a misogynistic asshole who thinks men are better than women, some racially insensitive Asian men degrading his wife and someone drugging a woman and marrying her through a drive through wedding whilst unconscious.

After a time where you had feminist-esque female recording artists that almost never used sex to sell themselves, wrote their own music and played their own instruments who performed at those Lilith Fair concert tours (tours that featured all female recording artists), male rock bands and singers who didn't sexually objectify women, the NBA launching the Women's NBA playing legit basketball like men and not dressed in skimpy outfits, and the list goes on for days, the World Wrestling Federation now had most of their female roster participate in bikini contests where they were judged for their beauty and women were mostly there to be portrayed as sex objects and nothing else.

It was like this was a backlash towards Lilith Fair and nonsexualized, feminist female singer-songwriters, rock bands that didn't objectify women, and nonsexualized women in the 1990's in general.

Then again, the WWF's Attitude era as it was known as was a product of its time, popular around the same time other trashy pop culture like the Jerry Springer show, Jenny Jones and Ricki Lake's talk shows, Howard Stern, "South Park", Tom Green, Eminem at his most shocking and Marilyn Manson was at the height of his popularity.

Granted, the 1990's weren't completely wholesome, considering this was also the era of gangsta rap that sexually objectified and sometimes even degraded women, "Baywatch" was a popular show that was just an excuse to see beautiful women with silicone breast implants running on the beach in slow motion in tight red swimsuits, Playboy playmates like Pamela Anderson, Jenny McCarthy, and Anna Nicole Smith were popular sex symbols, Howard Stern was a pop culture icon infamous for sexually objectifying women, and there were even some female singers who used sex to sell themselves during the 90's like Madonna, Janet Jackson, Salt N Pepa, TLC, Adina Howard and more, and by the end of the decade we had the Spice Girls, Lil' Kim, Foxy Brown, Mariah Carey becoming more sexualized, Britney Spears, and Jennifer Lopez getting a record deal.

However, for every oversexualized Adina Howard, there was a Mariah Carey or Whitney Houston. For every oversexed Madonna, there was a Tori Amos. For every band that objectified women, there was a band that didn't objectify women.

Speaking of sexualization, you were one of the many bricks in the wall of the oversexualized women's roster during the WWF's Attitude era.

Not only did you participate in a few of those bikini contests, bra & panties and evening gown matches as well as those mud/pudding/gravy matches where you and another woman wrestled in a bikini, but your character you will always be remembered for playing was a scantily clad, nymphomaniac-like slut who was basically the wrestling equivalent to Madonna during her early 90's sex era and a female Val Venis.

From seducing wrestlers while you wore outfits that left little to the imagination, entering the ring wearing nothing but wrestling belts covering your bathing suit areas, cutting wrestling promos while being gangbanged (though your private parts weren't shown on television), rubbing cum on your body like it's lotion (though it wasn't really cum), wearing outfits that exposed your uncovered breasts not even being covered by pasties, wearing shirts that read "Pervert 69" on the back (parodying Janet Jackson's "Pervert" shirt she wore at the 1995 MTV VMA's), and Ministry Undertaker sacrificing you for being a whore, to roleplaying as a urinal while wrestlers jerk off in your mouth or on your face, becoming one of the Godfather's hoes (and you don't mean "The Godfather" as in the Francis Ford Coppola masterpiece), Triple H and Shawn Michaels undressing you until you lay in the ring wearing nothing but a thong and they pulled a bottle of lotion out and squeezed it to simulate ejaculation, and to top it all off, having actual sex in the ring with Val Venis while over 1000 people watched this in the audience and it was broadcast on television.

The WWF was nearly rated TV-MA almost because of you, and was getting boycotts and protests partially because of you.

However, despite many shocking moments that made headline news and caused controversy and nearly got you arrested for obscenity charges, this particular moment was slightly tame in comparison.

Almost near the end of 1998, during one of those "up next" vignettes that had the guitar riff to Slam Jam's "We're All Together Now" playing, you were on all fours on your knees on top of a bench in the locker room.

While you were on all fours on top of this bench, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn, Val Venis, Christian, Test, Jeff Hardy, Steven Regal and Kane were circled around you, standing on your sides.

Triple H had his long blond hair hanging down, not with a ponytail in the back, Shawn Michaels didn't have his hair tied back in a ponytail, and Billy had his hair hanging down, not tied back in a ponytail or in little braids.

You were wearing nothing but a bra and thong and being filmed from behind, and as you were being filmed, you rolled your ass backward and arched it up a few times.

Your thong was buried and snug in between your ass cheeks, your pantyline covering your vulva.

Thankfully, you were shaved down there, not a single bit of pubic hair peeking out from your panty line or your panties, and you didn't have any bumps on your bikini line and thighs.

These aforementioned wrestlers around you were just staring at your ass rolling back, they all smiled from ear to ear, nearly salivating at your mouths.

These wrestlers surrounding you were cheering for you, Shawn even put his fingers into his mouth and wolf whistled at you.

Jerry Lawler sitting at the commentary table was going nuts, his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

Grown men and underage boys in the audience are getting a massive kick over seeing you roll your ass to the camera, cheering for you and a few of them wolf whistling at you.

Triple H put his hand in one of his jean pockets and pulled out a dollar, where he slipped that dollar in between one of your thong straps.

Shawn, too, put his hand down the pocket of his slacks, where he pulled out a few dollar bills and his other hand stretched out one of your thong straps, putting that money at your hip, only to let go of your thong strap afterward, letting your thong hold that money.

Val and Billy really wish they could have some money to pull out and make it rain on you, though Billy wears those Mr. Ass shorts and Val is known for wearing a Speedo and a towel over it, neither of their outfits have pockets.

"Is that money!?" Jim Ross asked at the commentary table.

"Somebody better get her a pole!" Jerry Lawler exclaimed, his voice shrill as usual.

Indeed, you could use a stripper pole for this moment, but there sadly aren't any poles in the locker room.

You pulled yourself up from the bench, placing your feet on the bench and standing up on top of the bench, but after you got yourself up, you still continued dancing and shaking your ass.

Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper...

Some of these wrestlers surrounding you pretended to be shocked by when you assembled yourself up from the bench, their eyes bugging out and their mouths dropping open as well as walking a few steps back as if to act like they're shocked, only for them to smile after their mouths were agape.

Once you stood on top of the bench, you placed your hands on your knees and stuck your ass out, rolling your ass backwards and sometimes even shaking and bouncing your ass, basically twerking.

You smiled and your head was slightly turned looking at your rear whilst you rolled your ass backwards, hands on your knees, shakin' ass on your thot shit.

Triple H, Billy, Shawn, and Val were looking at you, smiling from ear to ear, especially Billy Gunn who placed one of his hands on your ass cheeks and squeezed it.

Hey, his nickname is Mr. Ass, that's why he did that.

You turned your body around and gyrated your ass and hips around in a circle, rolling your hips to the beat of the guitar riff of that Slam Jam song, and as you did that, you lifted your hands off of your knees and grabbed one of your bra straps, where you slid that bra strap down on of your arms, teasing the audience.

You looked at the camera filming in front of you with this "come hither" expression on your face.

Just as it looked like you were gonna take your bra off, the camera then cut to commercial.

Bah.

You wanted to do so much during this moment; besides spin around a stripper pole, you also wanted lie on your back on the bench with your legs spread up and shaking your ass, squat down on the bench and spread your legs out with your hands on your knees, but this moment was short.

Y'know, since you were roleplaying as a stripper and some wrestlers were pulling money out and sticking it in your G-string, you're surprised Vince McMahon, the CEO and boss of the WWF and pretty much the Ted Debiase Sr. of the Attitude era (and Ted DeBiase Sr. was known for playing a millionaire in the 80's and early 90's) wasn't in this segment pulling dollar bills out on you.

Though, Vince McMahon is a snake, even when the cameras aren't rolling.

[no-bone-biscuits]

“Get yourself some Black Butler lovers! Starting bid is $69!”

Sebastian

pros:  tall,   LEGS,   talented,  can tie cherry stems in a knot with his tongue OwU,   “loyal”,   well-mannered,   good actor,  can do mostly anything,  average looking,  “perfect”

cons:   a snob,  narcissist,   just wants your soul,   a show-off,  loves cat more than you,   manipulative,   likes to watch you suffer,   stupid hair-cut, 

Undertaker

pros: laid-back,  good sense of humor,  really good looking,  piercings,    scars,  makes cookies,  in a good mood most of the time,  sentimental,  

cons: crazy,  creepy,  a prankster,  doesn’t bathe,  plays with dead people, loud (when he laughs),  drools,  acts drunk most of the time, cryptic  

William

pros:  hard-worker,   glasses,  meticulous,  protective,  will fucc a hoe up if they hurt you (especially Sebastian), will help you organize

cons:  workaholic,  grumpy,  scolds you when you do “dangerous” things, has trouble showing his love,  stressed,  too serious 

Ronald

pros:  fun at parties,   suave,  flirty,  glasses,  easy-going,  ladies-man,  energetic

cons: late for dates,   arrogant,  young and naive,  rowdy 

Grell

pros: flirty,  will help pick out your outfit,  stylish,  glasses,  determined,  horny,  full of life, theatrical

cons: guy crazy,  easily bored,  will probably leave you for another man,  ruthless,

[gallickingun]

Bakugou getting hit by a quirk that makes him all sweet and clingy whit his s/o? He just wants cuddles!

“You listen here, you half-pint!” Bakugou is collecting the sweat in his palms, biding time as he curses at the villain, “I’m gonna knock your ass sky high, you hear me? You’re gonna regret the day you were born!”

Bakugou knows the whole reason that he got assigned to this mission was because it was going to be a quick one - nothing more than a d-list villain trying to make a name for themselves by flashing their quirk in public.

He’s getting closer, stalking them down on the pavement as he feels the moisture building on his skin. He squeezes his hand, cocking the grenade-esque gauntlet on his right arm, a wicked grin on his lips as his eyes widen. The pin has barely left the mechanism before the villain is twisting in midair, legs twirling just enough to propel them forward. They flip, brushing the crown of Bakugou’s head with their fingertip - just enough that their quirk reaches out like tendrils to wrap around his body.

The momentary distraction allows the other support hero to blast the villain with a stun-net, trapping them and detaining them to the asphalt. Bakugou turns, dazed and confused, but all he knows is he wants to get home to you.

-

“Baby?”

You look up from your paperwork, hero designs sprawled out on the coffee table like confetti. A smile graces your face, “You’re home early. I haven’t cooked dinner yet, we can or-oof!”

Bakugou has you wrapped up in a hug, his nose nuzzled into the curve of your neck, hands finding purchase underneath your sweatshirt. He palms at your skin as he presses kisses to your skin, nudging the neck of your shirt away so he can reach more bare skin.

“Kacchan,” you laugh, drifting one hand through his hair, gently tugging, “everything okay?”

“Mhmm,” he hums, sending a vibration down your spine. “Jus’ missed you s’all.”

You know that your boyfriend can get clingy, but it’s never this open. Usually, he yanks you around and forces you to beg him for attention so he doesn’t feel like he’s soft. Now, he’s completely throwing you for a loop, his gentle murmurs falling on your attentive ears, the goosebumps on your skin from his ministrations.

“Saw you on television,” you encourage, tilting your head as he buries his head into your chest, tugging you closer around the waist. You face the ceiling, gripping his shoulders so you don’t fall backward, “Looks like you’re getting the recognition you deserve, fina-ah, Kacchan!”

You’re tossed over his shoulder as if you weigh next to nothing, his grip firm around your waist. Bakugou carries you into the bedroom and your pulse spikes, wondering just what could have happened during his day that would have made him act this way.

“Wanna take a bath?” he asks, eyes wide and round, projecting innocence as he lays you down on the bed. He tilts his head, reminding you of a puppy, “I already took a shower but I love getting to take baths with you.”

You raise your brows but he is quick to press kisses to the crinkles in your forehead, brushing his thumbs over your jawline. He smiles, leaning back on thick thighs, your legs captured between his hips.

“Hey,” you reach up to cup his face, turning him so you can check him for any head injuries or a fever. “You feeling okay?”

“Of course!”

His voice is way too chipper. There is a moment where you allow your mind to wander down the rabbit hole of ideas in which he is either a clone, or has been abducted by aliens only to be replaced with an opposing version of his natural self.

When Bakugou senses that you’re going to resist him, he’s touching at your face again, brushing away your hair and tracing your lips. He smiles, pressing chaste kisses to your face, leaving not one inch uncovered.

“What about dinner?” you ask, resting your hands underneath his signature black tank top. He’s always wearing it, whether he’s in his gear or lounging at home. You scratch your nails over the tops of his shoulders, watching as his eyes roll back in his head and his jaw hangs open just enough that you can nip at his lower lip. 

He blinks blearily, looking down at you, “What about it?”

You can’t help the laugh that parts your lips, digging your fingernails deeper into his skin. He lowers himself down on top of you, curling his body around yours. He’s all dense muscle and thick sinew, and you would normally feel suffocated, but right now you just feel safe.

“Kacchan?” you kiss his temple, the warmth of his skin comforting.

He slides his palms between your shoulders and the mattress, massaging the heels of his hands into your muscles. You have to stifle a groan, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” his voice is deep in your ear, kisses peppered along your jaw. You turn your head to kiss him on the lips, holding him gently with one hand in his hair. When you pull away, his eyes are glazed over, the red irises like cloudy crystals. 

“You’re acting sort of funny,” you tell him, unable to keep the skepticism from your tone. “Did something happen at work?”

Bakugou shakes his head, “Jus’ wanna be close to you, s’all. Can we cuddle?”

“We’re already cuddling,” you laugh, “wanna grab a blanket?”

His nonverbal response is to toe at the blanket at the edge of the bed until it’s covering your lower halves. You help him the rest of the way, tugging the edge of the blanket up over your shoulders as he continues to clutch onto you like his life depends on it. 

Katsuki sporadically presses kisses to your bare skin - the swell of your chest, your jugular, the soft skin of your throat. His hands move around the expanse of your back and shoulders, ever so often resituating himself so he can feel a new part of you.

“I love you,” he murmurs, voice half-asleep. His nose is at the cusp of your ear, bottom lip grazing your earlobe. “I can’t believe you’re with me; you’re amazing.”

The awkward laugh that echoes in the room makes your toes curl. You sigh, brushing your fingernails up and down his torso, earning you a few moans from his full lips. Katsuki rolls his head, tucking his nose further into the crux of your neck.

You kiss the side of his head, “I love you too, Kacchan.”

He’s asleep a few moments later, but you can still hear the echo of the television, the news playing in the background. You’re unwilling to move so you don’t disturb him, the gentle snores tickling your ear is enough to keep you still. There’s obviously something going on and you want to give him as much comfort as you can while he needs it. 

“Pro Hero Sidekick Bakugou Katsuki, also known as Ground Zero, along with a few other heroes apprehended the villain earlier this morning. After further investigation, the villains quirk has been discovered to be a personality altering ability in which she turns the victim into someone completely opposite from their normal selves!”

“Oh,” your lips part, “well, that makes sense.”

Hours later when Bakugou wakes up from his nap, he’s nothing short of bristling when he realizes you’re holding him like a child.

“What the fuck?”

“There you are.”

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[koi-fish96]

I talk alot about EraserMic but you know who I really wanna be sandwiched inbetween,

Midnight and Mt. Lady

You cant tell me they not competitive af, they are gonna wreak you just to show the other you scream louder for them

😫 Mommy Midnight and Mistress Mt. Lady 😫

Midnight is an 18+ hero that women has sponsorships and discounts at almost every 'toy store' around, hell shes probably got a 'play' room

Midnight using a custom purple strap {the word Midnight is probably written across the harnesses also in purple} on you while Mt. Lady rides your face

Mt. Lady is a praiser, shes got all the nicknames and loves to remind you how great you are

Midnight is the degrader, such a slut trying buck your hips back against her, but your ♡her slut♡

☆Midnight's whip(s)☆ her wiki page says "Midnight wilds a flogger-sytle whip [in combat] and she was skilled in wielding it"

And after care with them would be ∞/10

Bath, hydration, tasty and healthy snacks, cuddles, combing their fingers threw your hair, rubbing away any aches, Midnight making sure you know everything she said was purly for the scene and praising how good you were

Alternatively ♡Midnight and Ms. Joke♡

____

-I actually headcanons their fight on the talk show was actually just a publicity stunt

*It worked so it would make since, I mean Midnight's been in the game longer so her name holds more recognition but Mt. Lady is 'fresh' so they both bring their fans with them and new comers wanting to know more about them or the topic or who they are plus two {hot} pros fighting would also get ppl who might not know who either pro hero or only know of one of them or not care for what they had to say to tune in and see them as well

*We can see from Mineta's reaction alone that it sure got the people's attention

*Midnights been a pro for I'll say around maybe 13 years Mt. Lady cant not be the first to say Midnight is 'a hoe' or that shes getting to old for the hero game hell Midnights own fans probably say that, as a hero you have to knows how to control you emotions/facial experiences not to mention her stats say she has a 3/5 cooperation that's enough to at least wait for the cameras to go off but she immediately jumped on Mt. Lady

*Plus Mt. Lady's wiki states she enjoys the attention from being a pro and uses her sexual appeal to get more of it/gain something, that's exactly what she called Midnight out for just seems a bit to hypothetical also her wiki states she is serious about her hero work and takes her job seriously so why start a petty argument if not for more attention

*Also Midnights line of "Stop pulling! It'll rip! It's ripped!" 🤨 girl 15 years of hero training/work and you cant get her to not pull your suit and why are you yelling about it {the sub and dub word a bit different that's what she said in the sub}

-I headcanon they actually get along irl {Mt. Lady may even look up to Midnight maybe not like an All Might/Midoriya thing maybe more of a Hawks/Tokoyami or the canon Aizawa/class 1A dynamic} I mean Midnight fought for equality and fair treatment of female heroes and their quirks/outfits why wouldn't a female hero look up to her or at the very least respect her work a bit

- Also I just cant see the female pro heroes being truly catty with each other since they have to have an extreme amount of trust in each other on missions and the like, I feel most probably have good relationships with each

▪︎How this went from horney to me explaining my headcanon, idk 🤔 but I said what I said

{Remember everyone has their own opinions and it's okay to not agree with others but it's not okay to hate on others because you dont agree}

[materialhiker]

plantar fasciitis: a prison

Taking care of your feet is the number one rule in the hiker bible. After experiencing grief in all areas of my life all I wanted to do was HIKE. I live in Southern New Jersey, so hiking around here is not very interesting. I planned on doing a LASH (Long Ass Section Hike) on the Appalachian trail. It was the perfect cure to a recent breakup I was going through. What could go wrong?

Plantar fucking Fasciitis. 

After an x-ray and having to cancel my hopeful-therapeutic trip to Jim Thorpe I am left icing and elevating my left foot which seems to be suffering from Plantar Fasciitis. I have no motivation now to plan a weekend trip let alone a month long hiking trip up the coast. 

Thinking on my foot pain, I see the red flags. Flat footwear. No stretching. No days off. Foot pain can also reflect emotional wounds that must be healed. Chronic stress and anxiety can affect your feet in ways you wouldn’t believe! Taking care of your feet is a holistic journey of healing: physically and mentally. 

Caring for my feet (and my soul) has become a priority and if it wasn’t now, it’d be later, because lets be honest, my feet are an after thought. I work long hours at my job, constantly on my feet and putting in a lot of steps. Why did I not think to care for my feet like I needed them?

Plantar fasciitis can feel like a prison because you are unable to walk outside and enjoy the things that make you feel happy to be alive. I feel trapped in my home, unable to search for an option or even a trip to get myself out of my funk and my comfort zone. 

Stay tuned as my foot heals and I find power after grieving because once I do its over for you hoes! I am seriously trying to remind myself that life is big and long and I have lots of time to heal from this injury and this breakup. And lots of time to hike many many trails and inspire lots of people. But for now, we heal. 

Here are some resources I have been using! Foot baths, massages (using a massage ball is amazing), special socks, and ofcourse: the frozen water bottle. Good shoes are a must: not just for hiking and running, but also for day to day footwear. I cannot emphasize how important that is! 

frozen water bottle to roll on arch

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spiky massage ball 

foot baths and a book, a must.

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[samwrights]

Aoba Johsai 3rd Years as dads [hc]

Lmao, as if I was gonna stop at Karasuno. I’m a Seijoh hoe through and through 😂😂😂 this ones a little off the rails but it’s my blog and I write what I want. I’ll get to the rest of Seijoh later, maybe, but these turned out way longer than I anticipated.

Slight TW; mentions of miscarriage.

Iwaizumi;

I love this supportive man so much 🥺

I don’t even want kids and I’d let him turn me into a baby factory, idgaf.

Ahem, n e ways.

Low key, he would be freaking out over your guys’ first kid. Didn’t matter that you were in live-in S/O’s, or that you’d been together for y e a r s.

Homie wanted to marry you first, finally get you guys out of your shoddy apartment, maybe spend a few years traveling the world.

He wanted to live the life of a dink, at least for a little while before eventually starting a family with you. Apparently someone’s pullout game weak af.

Despite not being prepared for parenthood, your pregnancy actually goes pretty swimmingly. Iwa would def be the man to come with to all doctors appointments, parenting classes, and would literally call his mom every three seconds freaking out because he has no idea what color to paint the nursery.

“Mom, I can’t just paint it whatever, what if the baby doesn’t like it?” Don’t ask me why, I just know it would be a fact.

Throughout your relationship as teenagers, Iwa was always your hype-man cause he loves flaunting his woman at whatever she chooses to succeed at. Which made Oikawa hella jealous but irrelevant. Now that you guys were going to be a family, it was like falling in love with you all over again and he literally hyped you up everyday with how great of a mom you were going to be.

Endless comments on how beautiful you looked while pregnant, regarding your glow or how he gets so overwhelmed with love knowing that you are having his child. Fucking simp.

If you feel he’s laying it on too thick, you tell him it’s actually Mattsun’s and Iwa is just a cover so you can run off with him and Makki. 0/10, does not appreciate.

The closer you get to your due date, however, all jokes are completely off, and Hajime is in full on protective husband/dad mode. Did I mention y’all still ain’t married or

He does literally everything for you just to make sure you aren’t in too much pain or discomfort. Mfer won’t even let you pick up a laundry basket 💀

“Honey, I’m fine! Please, I can’t sit on the couch all day, there’s going to be a permanent imprint from my ass on it.”

“Baby, why is the couch wet?”

“Huh. Guess my water broke.”

Annnnnnd cue Hajime screaming his head off while proceeding to grab your hospital bag packed with clothes, a spare aux cable, and your toiletries, before rushing out to the car, starting it, and driving to the hospital.

Without you.

With that being his only major faux pas, Iwaizumi welcomes fatherhood with open arms. Sure, y’all didn’t have your house yet and a wedding was going to be difficult to plan (though if you’re down for the courthouse, he was in), and he didn’t have enough saved to buy you a ring that screamed “Mrs. Iwaizumi” to him.

But in the mean time, he could not get enough of his girls. Even little things like feeding your daughter or watching tv with her in his arms with you snuggling up to his side made him the absolute softest boy.

It may not have been his ideal situation in the past, but now all he looked forward to was watching your family continue to grow with a few more hopeful additions.

Oikawa;

Well this is awkward. You and Tooru I mean Oikawa broke up a few months ago. Not that it was a particularly bad break up; definitely more on the mutual side.

You wanted to continue pursuing your dreams and he wanted to carry on being a Pro. (Personally, I picture Oikawa being with a musician of some sort that posts covers of YouTube).

So even though you guys aren’t together anymore, you still keep up with how he’s doing in the pro VB world and he low key still watches your covers on the internet.

Your posting becomes less and less frequent, he notices over the span of a few months until you stop uploading all together. He thinks nothing of it until he gets a notification that you’ve finally uploaded a video. Two. Years. Later.

“Where we’ve been.” He doesn’t miss the collective pronoun before clicking on the video, seeing you standing with your guitarist, the former Nekoma VBC captain, Tetsurou Kuroo, as well as a cute, pudgy baby.

A baby that looked nothing like Kuroo and a whole lot like Oikawa did when he was a baby.

The video talks about your hiatus, as well as how you and your now boyfriend/guitarist were enjoying your life as parents and making music was hard with your little boy, and that the two of you needed to prioritize your son first. you introduce your baby, but the first thing Oikawa discovers is that the age of your baby and the duration of yours and Kuroo’s relationship didn’t add up. Don’t ask me why Oikawa knows how long you’ve been together, he has his resources.

Considering the toddler was two, and you and Kuroo had been together for a year. And the baby didn’t look anything like you OR him

Oikawa is flipping out now, and tries everything in his power to get a hold of you. Which oddly enough, wasn’t that hard considering your number is still the same.

“Did you finally figure it out?” Was all you said to him. He’s so upset that you didn’t tell him—that could have been him. Standing with you. Holding his baby—not bed headed fuck holding HIS son.

After FTing him, you, Oikawa, and Kuroo agreed to set up a meeting with all of you so Oikawa could finally meet his flesh and blood. He’s excited, but man oh man is he salty.

He missed his son’s first steps, first meal, holding him, teaching him how to walk, his first words; he missed ALL of it.

But the bitterness he feels completely goes away when he sees baby Oik’s in person for the first time. He had never, in his entire twenty three years of living, been in love until now. Despite your hesitation, you allow Tooru to hold his child for the entirety of your little meeting, allowing him to make up for lost years.

The three of you agreed on a form of joint custody that allowed Oikawa to have his son while you toured or were busy working, and you would have him while he was out doing his thing.

TL;DR, Oikawa takes the opportunity to make up his lost years spoiling the fuck out of his baby when he can and, oddly enough, the arrangement works out to benefit the both of you.

Ngl, parenthood is hard for him. Not because he doesn’t know how to parent, but rather because he never pictured his first child to come about this way. He would never admit it to anybody, not even Iwa, that knowing he had a child that he was barely a father to left him feeling lonely. That loneliness, however, motivates him to truly be the best dad that can be so that maybe when his son his old enough, he would rather live with him instead of his mom

Ofc, he teaches his offspring how to play volleyball as soon as he’s old enough to learn. But outside of that, Oikawa’s favorite thing to do with his son is little quiet nature walks away from the bustling city to have quality time with him.

Hanamaki;

This chill mfer 💀💀💀 for some reason, I feel like his love language is touch.

Your relationship with him was so simple, even after moving in together in your second year of college, years ago.

Well, it was simple.

As simple as life could be with four demons overrunning your house.

Due to the number of children the two of you had, with all of them being no more than two years apart in age, you became a stay-at-home mom, leaving Makki to provide for the six of you.

Because of your hellions wreaking havoc on you all day, Takahiro always wound down from work with the kids by putting on a movie and even reciting the script in his own voice to keep them entertained. Allowing you to go wind down with a glass of wine while you took a bubble bath.

Your oldest was Makki’s right hand man at the ripe age of 7. He always made sure that, as the big brother, he was looking out for his siblings and being the man of the house to help mommy while he worked.

Makki never raises his voice at the kids. Ever. Period.

If he’s upset with them or they did something they weren’t supposed to, he resolves the issue by picking them up, sitting down on the couch with them in his lap and staring at them. “Why did you draw on the walls with crayon, little man?” He would ask the offending five year old boy in the most calm voice.

“I wanted to paint a pretty picture for you and mommy!”

“And we love it. But next time, dude, if you put it on paper, I can bring those pictures to work so I can show everyone else.” Yeah, he calls his sons dude.

If his youngest and only daughter began crying over anything—Makki was on it like flies on shit. Little princess is not allowed to cry in daddy’s presence. He’s always quick to figure out why she’s crying too and, he learned, it’s mostly just because she wanted attention.

“When did you get so good at this?” You’d tease him.

“We’ve had lots of practice, honey.” 💀💀💀

A lot of the time, he felt really bad because he felt that he just kinda left you with the kids while he worked, and he’d be a little insecure. He thinks you’re tired of him and that you want to leave sometimes.

He thinks you don’t notice when he’s upset but he kinda dumb dumb cause you’ve been together for almost half of your lives, ofc you know when he’s upset.

While he’s laying in bed, nonchalantly scrolling through his phone before falling asleep for the night, you sit at his bedside, giving him the look. “C’mon, Takahiro. I can tell when something’s bothering you.” His lips would purse a little bit before locking his phone and putting it on his night stand, then holding whatever hand of yours that was closest to him with both of his.

“Ya ever just...get tired of our life?” Aksfnrjfl WOW THAT CAME OUT WRONG. This is why he prefers touch, he’s shit with words. “Wait no, that’s not what I meant. D-do, uh...a-are you happy?” Wow he really shit with words. Even if this would be conversation y’all would have at least once a year.

But no matter how many times you told him you loved him, he needed to feel it. Why do you think you ended up pregnant nearly every year? “I’m getting my fucking tubes tied after this, Makki.”

Matsukawa;

This goof would be your partner in crime second to Makki of course.

Half the time people kinda forgot you were dating let alone married because the two of you had always been playful and full of laughter; the only change was PDA was sprinkled in.

Sitting in his lap, little pecks during conversations, burying yourself in his neck or him burying himself in your hair, a hand always on your back or your shoulder.

Homies super subtle touchy.

The biggest reminder was when you’d announced your pregnancy to your friends. While Makki was super excited to be an uncle, Oikawa and Iwa were kinda like “y’all actually have sex??” Like you weren’t fucking married??

But whatever, y’all goofy and in love or w/e and it almost seems that the two of you aren’t taking pregnancy seriously. You totally are, but your friends don’t think so.

Coming up with baby names was Issei’s favorite pastime. But he went super left field with a lot of them, so you unfortunately had to veto them.

Painting and preparing the nursery was also an absolute blast. Because you both wanted the gender to be a surprise, y’all painted the room white on top with a full rainbow on the bottom, complete with gender neutral wall decals.

Honestly, he was so so so excited to be a dad. But mostly, he was just so smitten with you. It wasn’t hard for him to, considering the two of you were best friends long before dating.

He definitely turned your ultrasound pictures into memes that he hung in the babies room. “The last time I got pussy” captioned under the first ultrasound was his favorite.

You woke up one day in excruciating amounts of pain—like someone was carving out the muscles in your stomach and separating them from the skin from the inside and you knew something was wrong. “Issei, we gotta go to the hospital now!”

“N-now?” All jokes are gone, all laughter void and absent. “Honey, you’re only at the end of the first trime—“

“I know, idiot! We gotta go now!” You’re sobbing while hunching over your stomach, trying to walk but not succeeding in getting very far. Instead, your husband opts to carry you out to the car before zipping on over.

The sudden appointment had taken hours and the both of you felt drained. Well, you actually were. All of the pain you had experienced earlier in the day did not compare to the devastating blow of hearing that you had a miscarriage.

Silence fills every space that the two of you were in but, knowing you as well as he did, Mattsun refused to leave your side. Even if you had to pee.

“Babe, I have to pee.”

“Cool, which bathroom do we wanna use?” He wasn’t making jokes for the sake of being funny, which was the reason you allowed him to sit on the edge of the tub while you handled your business, holding your fingers in loose threads. It’s weird, but this was not a time for either of you to be alone to indulge your demons.

“We’re gonna get through this.” His arms would wrap around you from behind, carefully folding over your once filled womb, with his head resting on top of your own. “Just you and me, babe, against the world.”

“And Makki.”

“And Makki.”

[angelaiswriting]

The Contest (1 of 7) | some R6S guys x fem!reader

✏️ Pairing: Bandit / Blitz / Glaz / Jäger / Tachanka x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: Dominic Brunsmeier can’t keep his goddamn mouth shut when it comes to eating pussy, and that’s how Y/N found herself being drafted to be the judge of this pussy-eating contest. (Straight out of a dream @kind-wolf​ had)

✏️ A/N: I... ehm, am a hoe, whoops 🙊 y’all, enjoy! Thank you, Alice, for always having great dreams and for letting me write about this. 🥰 The first actual part is coming soon, I just want to write a bit more of part four to avoid dishing everything out now and making you wait for the rest.

✏️ Warnings: nothing yet, but still 18+ only for sexual themes (oral sex f/r) being discussed.

✏️ Word-count: 1,937

✏️ The links to the other parts are in the masterlist linked in my bio.

THE CONTEST  |  >> part two: elias >>

When Y/N entered the lounge room, the conversation was already flowing and as she was already tired from the testosterone-filled day spent at the practically almost empty base, she didn’t make much of an effort to join it. She simply reached the alcohol cabinet, poured herself some whiskey, and sat down in one of the empty armchairs, ready to allow her drink and her friends’ voices in the background to fully relax her.

The day she had ahead was another one of those boring days. She was base-bound for the time being: other teams had been sent on various missions and only a bunch of operators had been left behind “on hold”. It wasn’t that bad: it meant having some days off, but those days often felt way too long and their emptiness brought up a heavy boredom she didn’t always know how to banish.

Her head had just leaned back against the cool faux leather of the armchair when her ears picked up bits of the conversation the boys were having and her eyebrows furrowed.

“Eating pussy is not a hobby,” Glaz was saying matter-of-factly.

Y/N’s eyes shot open, and the sip of whiskey that was halfway down her throat almost choked her.

“That’s something someone who doesn’t know how to eat pussy would say,” was Dominic’s reply. His eyebrows were knitted together and his lips almost pursed in disbelief at what his friend had just said. But then, when his gaze swept over and settled on Y/N, sitting right opposite him with the low coffee table separating them, his expression relaxed and his free hand, the one not holding his beer, came up to stroke his beard. “Have you ever eaten pussy so good you start considering learning how to breathe out of your ears?” he said and although he wasn’t talking directly to her, he was talking about her. He had told her just that a couple of weeks ago; he had groaned those words right against the chafed and tender skin of her inner thighs as she was still shivering with the aftershocks of her umpteenth orgasm, and she had breathlessly chuckled out loud at the mental picture that concept had painted in her mind.

At that, Marius laughed, a sound right from deep down his throat as Elias coughed in the attempt not to choke on his own drink. “You know no discretion.”

“Of course not! This motherfucker just said eating pussy can’t be considered a hobby!” Burning with disbelief, Dominic took a long sip of his beer and as he did so, he settled better in his armchair and allowed his ankles to cross as he rested his feet on the coffee table. “You learn how to eat delicious, juicy pussy, Glazkov,” he continued, the corners of his mouth curling upwards, “and then we’ll see if you still don’t change your mind.”

Timur groaned something in Russian and Alex cackled next to him. “I already know how to eat pussy, Christ. I bet I’m even better than you at it. You’re just boasting, but it’s all smoke in the eyes.”

Alexsandr proclaimed his agreement with a raise of his drink and before Dominic had the time to speak again, Y/N intervened, hoping to put an end to the discussion.

“Are you guys really arguing about your oral skills?” she scoffed, pulling her knees closer as her head leaned back against the headrest of the armchair. “How old are you, fifteen?”

“Listen, you know I’m right.” Dominic’s insistence threatened to make her smile, but hiding it was easy behind the rim of her tumbler. “You have to get down eye-level with your woman’s pussy and give it your fucking best. If you don’t go down on her like that’s the best thing you’ll ever do in your days, then you better leave the room to the pro.”

“Who, you?” Marius scoffed, eyeing his friend up and down before rolling his eyes at his Well, yeah, of course.

“Oh, fuck off. What are you, the self-proclaimed Cunnilingus Lord?”

“I don’t see anyone else worthy of that title here, so yeah, sure.”

There was a sudden uproar of “You clearly haven’t seen my women with me between their legs,” and “I’m sure you don’t even know where the clit is,” until Glaz’s voice seemed to drown out the others.

“You’re so full of bullshit, Brunsmeier.”

“I won’t let a child with his mom’s milk still on his upper lip insult me!” And while everyone’s words felt heavy and tense in the silence of the base, they all knew it was just a way to tease each other in the vain attempt to liven things up in these days’ placidity. Maybe an impromptu fight was just what they needed to have some fun.

But then, as Timur and Dominic stared each other down, Y/N’s soft laughter catalyzed the men’s attention onto something else. “I can’t believe you’re really about to fight over this. Why don’t you just sit in a circle and jerk each other off? The tension in here is palpable. When was the last time y’all had an orgasm?” She smirked and when she turned and caught Alex’s almost-shocked facial expression, something she never thought she’d one day see at the mention of sex, she chuckled some more. “You should place bets, and then come back and see who’s actually the best. The winner wins the money and the title of Cunnilingus Lord.” It was a joke, one she didn’t think would have a follow-up.

Silence ensued, and she would swear she could hear their brains work at maximum capacity as they mulled over her words. She knew how filthy-mouthed and filthy-minded these men could be — and she had spent more time with them than she had ever done before the past week — but it was still somewhat surprising to catch them red-handed as they fought about who had it bigger — or, in this case, who ate pussy out the best.

“What about a contest?” was Alexsandr’s proposal. He was sitting with his legs spread open and his hands in-between them, still holding onto his shot glass.

Everyone seemed to agree on his proposal and for a moment, as they spoke their minds, Y/N let her eyes close once more: if they wanted to challenge each other to a stupid contest, let them. The peace didn’t last long, though, because at some point, just as she was contemplating a nice bath instead of a shower before hitting the sack, someone called her name, and her eyes shot open just in time to see Dominic’s mischievous grin before it disappeared for good.

“I was saying,” he spoke up again, voice slow and measured as his feet came to rest on the floor and his legs spread a little wider, catching her eye, “that you would make an excellent judge.”

“And a partial one,” complained Marius, to which Dominic complained with a But she loves getting head! “We all know you two spend more time in the same bed than you do in separate rooms.”

She scoffed at that, more annoyed at the thought that someone would think she’d make someone else win on purpose than she was at the fact that she had just been brought into such a game. “Just because I’ve seen his dick more than I’ve seen yours doesn’t mean I don’t know how to judge good oral skills.” She frowned.

“It’s settled then.” Timur was grinning and his eyes seemed to twinkle under the lights of the room. “We eat you out, and you proclaim the winner.”

“Slow down, I never said I’d participate in your silly game.”

“But you also didn’t seem that opposed to it a second ago,” Dominic remarked. He was smirking again, and she knew he had something in mind. “You make the rules, and drop out if things start getting uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, no hard feelings,” Elias smiled, trying to look more innocent than she knew he was. “We care about you; you know we’d never push anything that could cause you discomfort.”

She eyed them all, one after the other, pondering the pros and cons of having these five men’s faces between her legs and not because of some chokehold during training. She had no problem saying yes to Dominic — she had been saying yes to him for longer than she could actually recall, and he had never disappointed. But it still felt rather weird to know that while it was just sex and they weren’t exclusive, that man was okay with that. He knew how to be possessive, but he wasn’t exactly jealous, and although they had never talked about it, she had never thought of him as someone who would share so willingly.

Unless his ego was at stake, though, apparently.

“There won’t be any dick involved,” she decided eventually. “I don’t know about clothes yet, but if I say you must keep them on, you will keep them on, understood?”

There followed a chorus of Yes, Ma’am and although her body relaxed against the leather of her armchair, she found herself squeezing her thighs together.

“No toys allowed, but fingers are fair game,” she added. “Scratch that, their use is highly encouraged. We can do it anywhere you want as long as it’s somewhere private. But absolutely no exhibitionism: there’s only going to be me and one of you in the room at a time. Only one person in a day, for God’s sake, I have other things to do other than being the judge for your stupid game.”

“Deal,” was Elias and Timur’s rushed reply and they exchanged a look at the simultaneity of the action.

“I’m not done,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “I’d say the rule is only one orgasm per participant but if you’re good at it — and you’ll understand it from my reaction —, you have free reign to give me another.” It was a plain attempt at riling Dominic up because it had been clear, just a few moments ago, that he thought he was the best, la crème de la fucking crème when it came to giving head to a woman, and a sick part of her wished she could be able to challenge him that tad bit more. “I don’t care about the order you decide to follow, that’s your business. I’d just like for you to let me know at least the day prior, so that if I’m busy with something Rainbow, we can reschedule.” She sat back for a moment, thinking of something else to add, but she came up empty-ended. “Now, if you accept these rules, you’re in, otherwise forget about getting close to my pussy.”

They all agreed, and they all promised they’d be good boys and behave.

“What’s the final prize?” Alexsandr inquired after a while, almost absent-mindedly.

“The knowledge that the winner is the best in this room at eating pussy? I thought that would be enough,” she laughed. “You can bet real money, that’s your business. But,” and she stared right in Dominic’s eyes as she prepared herself for what was to leave her lips, “another go between my legs could be put up for grabs.”

Dominic’s That’s out of discussion! put the others’ exclamations of jubilee to silence. “You go down on her only once, you fuckers. That’s it.”

Her grin at his reaction only widened when Timur spoke up again.

“What are you worried about?” And then, to the others, barely holding back his laughter, “Maybe the expert isn’t really that great after all.”

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[artificialqueens]

Notebooks and Post-it's - Chapter 9 - (Branjie) - Thankyoumissvanjie

A/N: Our boys have finally arrived in London and let DXP19 begin.

Taking the elevator, he pressed the button for his floor, and waited for the doors to close.

Right before they did, a hand sneaked between, opening them again.

Brock looked up and came face to face with José. He smiled softly at him, and walked in, his back facing the door as it closed behind him.

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Brock knew that José had arrived In London. Not that he had received a text or anything. They had stopped doing that the moment the reunion had aired, no longer a need for coordinating appearances and social media shenanigans.

No, the reason he knew that Miss Vanjie had arrived, was because his twitter mentionings and Instagram tags had skyrocketed… not Vanjie’s, but his.

Brooke’s.

Somewhere in the buzzing English city, there was a tiny Puerto Rican that had stolen his heart.

Brock was so fucked.

Knowing that he needed to stay awake to counter jet lag, he had gone sightseeing - which pretty much just consisted of drinking coffee and looking at clothes.

Not that he was going to buy anything. He had packed enough.

He forced himself not to watch the lives that vanjie made, trying to wish it into reality that he still had time before José got there.

But Jason made that impossible.

Vanj and I are here, meet at the hotel?

The text came just as Brock was on his way back, needing to sit down for a moment, maybe even take a nap.

Sure. On my way.

Not being able to spot either José or Jason in the lobby, it was easier to simply walk up to his room, hoping that he could maybe catch a ten-minute nap.

Taking the elevator, he pressed the button for his floor and waited for the doors to close.

Right before they did, a hand sneaked between, opening them again.

Brock looked up and came face to face with José. He smiled softly at him, and walked in, his back facing the door as it closed behind him.

Brock could feel the electricity in the air. The slightly raised eyebrow created heat in his body, as he could feel himself harden.

He hated that José had that power over him.

“So, I remembered the lube.” Brock took a step closer to him, forcing him to tilt his head to keep eye contact.

“Good,” He stood his ground not caring that Brock was towering over him.

For a couple of seconds, all they did was stare at each other. Letting the heat sizzle and the tension grow. Seeing promises and undecipherable words in each other’s eyes.

Until Brock quickly grabbed José and slammed him against the wall of the elevator, only giving him a second to look surprised before he captured his mouth.

It was rough and filthy. It was less kissing and more a battle of control. Teeth clacking and biting. Tongues wrestling and hands pushing and pulling.

The numbers rose on the elevator, as they both ignored it, neither caring that they were in a public place.

Ding.

José pushed Brock away, both of them leaning against opposite walls, as the elevator opened - thankfully to an empty corridor.

Brock only raised an eyebrow at José before he walked away, not looking back to see if he would follow.

Knowing that he did.

The room was a testament to the last many hours of activity. Clothes were scattered all over the floor.

A forgotten tray with coffee and wine was dismissively placed on a table.

The continuous slow creak of a bed coupled with the broken sounds of moans and encouragements were all that could be heard in the room.

Brock was slowly and very controlled thrusting into José, taking his time as he wanted to drag this out. After having fucked each other on the floor the moment the door had closed behind them, they had moved through Brock’s large hotel room.

In a moment of lucidity they had remembered to send a text to Jason, so he wouldn’t worry about them.

That was four hours and three orgasms ago. Now José was transformed into an incoherent mess, tears on the cusp of falling from his eyes as he was drowned in pleasure.

“I.. can’t” he was gasping. Feeling his body ready to go again, despite all of senses and nerves feeling overstimulated and almost frazzled.

His eyes were begging Brock to stop, while his hands gripped him tighter, wanting him closure to him.

“Baby, I know, you can. One more. You’ve been so good for me. One more.” Not once did Brock stop moving. Edging José closer and closer.

“Fuck, Brock-… I…” José was far gone, almost delirious with the enticing mix of pleasure and pain that Brock was giving him.

“Colour?” His lips were trailing all of the younger man’s face, tasting salty tears that were slowly falling, brock having taken José further than he’d ever done since the break-up.

He slowed down his thrusts as José was only moaning incoherently, needing to know if he had gone too far before he went all.

“Come on baby, colour?” He leaned back slightly, his hands framing either side of the Puerto Rican’s face.

As he stopped moving, the other man’s eyes opened and Brock was met by brown eyes.

“Green fuck. Shit. I don’t. Mami.. please. I can’t.” His head was moving from side to side as Brock picked up the speed, thrusting hard and deep, knowing that José was so very close and that his fall into his orgasm would be magnificent.

“Yes, you can. One more. You can do it.”

“Mami, shit.” Their bodies were slick with sweat, having been fucking on and off for hours. Brock needed to see this through, he wanted to feel the power of control, while also feeling the trust that José had in him.

Still had in him.

That he was willing to let him take charge, to lead him through this.

“I know you have it in you. Come on,” he leaned down and bit at José collarbone, knowing how it drove him wild.

The thrusts made the bed rattle, as they became more explosive. José was writhing, simply embracing the painful pleasure, trusting Brock, even though the pressure in cock was unbearable, the thought of coming one more time making tears start to fall from his eyes, while also making his pick up speed in anticipation.

Only Brock could do this to him.

For him.

A sudden slap to his thigh perfectly timed with a deep thrust that hit his prostrate sent José flying. His mouth open in a silent scream, as he came.

His whole body shook, as Brock closely followed him with a few more thrusts.

“Fuck, ah. Yes.”

The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. Brock slowly rolled off Jose, the smaller man hissing as they disconnected.

His eyes were still closed, tears slowly falling down his cheeks, soft sniffs and small gasps the only sound from his.

“You were so good, Papi. So, so good.” Brock leaned over and slowly placed small kisses all over the silky smooth skin of José’s cheek and neck “Always so good for me. You make me so proud,”

If there was one thing that Brock had learned through his relationship with José, it was the fact that he needed praise. Craved it with his whole being - and Brock was never one to deny the smaller queen that.

He always deserved it.

“I… I… Fu-”

“Shhh… You don’t have to talk just yet. Do you want to take a shower? Or a bath?”

The slow nod was all Brock needed.

Soft hands were slowly gliding over his arms.

The water was warm and had a soothing smell of lavender. José was leaning with his back against Brock’s chest, his arms cradling him, as he whispered nonsense, filling the quietness with ambience.

It was funny. Brock was usually the worst at communication, but in this situation he turned into a pro, while José turned was almost non-verbal, his brain shutting off, as his body just felt everything.

Slowly opening his eyes he saw the massive bathroom. The bathtub they were sitting in was massive, while the room was done in stylish grey tile with ambient light, two sinks and so. Much. space.

“Fuck Mami. Why yo bathroom bigger than the motherfucking werkroom?” He almost croaked it out, as his voice hoarse from overuse.

The sheer space of the room made him huddle closer to Brock, needing the contact as his mind and body were still trying to come back from the high he had just experienced.

Brock laughed, which made José’s chest flood with a warm feeling that he knew too well.

A feeling that was neither reciprocated nor useful at the moment.

Love was not useful when it wasn’t reciprocated.

It made him pull back a little, forcing himself to not submerge himself completely into the embrace.

Even though he wanted it.

Even though he needed it.

“There have to be some perks of being a winner, right?” The soft voice did nothing to stop the words from getting on his nerves.

Just because he hadn’t won didn’t mean that he deserved a shittier room than the tall, blond, and beautiful ballerina.

“Shuddup, Holy T did this? Hoe, you best be playing me, cause I ain’t be standing from some discreminatening bull like this!” He turned around slightly, the water sloshing over the edge as he did.

His body crying out at the small distance that was created between them.

Trying to placate his need for touch, he placed a hand on Brock’s chest, attempting to decipher if he was being played or if Brock was actually telling him the truth.

“Calm down, Papi. I paid for the upgrade myself. this is the only two days off I’ll have in like two months. I wanted to splurge a little.” An ivory hand covered his making his heart sing out with joy.

The movement calmed him down, which unnerved José as Brock’s power over him was seemingly endless.

“Alright, then.” Slowly turning back around, José settled against Brock’ chest, enjoying the feeling of the solid abs against his back, while also feeling a knot in his stomach.

José almost felt dizzy with the conflict between the safety that Brock’s presence created coupled with the terror of knowing that it was only temporary.

“You good?” The kiss on his neck had made his eyes flutter closed, “that was pretty intense, even for us”

Which was the understatement of the year. Though they had always enjoyed pushing the boundary between the two of them and the power they each had held in their relationship, it was rare for them to go all out.

José still felt tingles all over his body, slightly disconnected from the rest of the world.

The floating sensation of having been taken apart only to have been carefully and lovingly put back together was something that José had found himself craving with all the other partners he had.

But only Brock had been able to do that to him.

It made his skin prickle unease. Sex had never been a problem for them - it was a language that they both understood well and when they spoke it together it turned into poetry.

But after, it was clear to José that they were running on borrowed time. Soon they would both realise that they couldn’t continue doing this.

Yet.

The warmth of Brock’s embrace made him feel safe.

Home.

The question of how this would end could be answered later.  

Instead, José focused on the memory of the sweet nothings that the taller man had whispered into his ears. He relieved how he had cradled him after they were done. How he had prepared the bath and lifted José into the bathroom when it became clear that he was not able to stand just yet.

“You were out of it for a while there, babe.” Brock kept his voice low, as he knew that José needed to slowly come back from his drop. His hands always kept in contact with him, as the connection would ensure that José wouldn’t crash.

And then the motherfucking endearments.

Fuck. It was as if José had travelled back 6 months in time. If he didn’t know any better he would think that they were still together.

But he did know better.

“Bitch, you orgasmed me outta this plane of existence or sumthin’. I ain’t sure I’ll be able to walk for a week,” Four orgasms were a tall order for anyone, and it made him glad that he didn’t have to perform in the next couple of days - otherwise, he would have trouble dancing to all his numbers.

“That’s a hyperbole if ever I heard one,” the soft murmur held an amused tilt as if he was laughing at him.

It immediately put his guard up, his shoulder tensing.  

“A hyper-bowling what? Why you always gotta be fancy-schmancy, Miss Brooke Lynn?” José could feel the barely contained chuckles, as the arms around him softly vibrated.

It was a small mercy that José was soft-limbed and tired, otherwise, he would have gotten into a stupid word fight with Brock.

Just as they used to do when they were together.

“Hyperbole… You know.. an exaggeration?”

“Boo, why not just say that? Jeez bitch, you gotta talk right!”

“Okay, babe. I’ll do that,” The teasing lilt of his tone told José that he thought it was the other way around.

“You makin’ fun of me now?”

“No, boo,” hugging him closer, the water sloshing around them, José could feel himself getting pulled closer to sleep.

I missed you.

I missed this.

I missed us.

“You sleepy?” the soft murmur couple with a tiny kiss on his shoulder pulled him out of his thoughts.

“Huh? Yeah… I-” His mouth was dry. He had mourned the loss of this when Brock had left the first time.

He knew that he would never get it back again, and yet. Here he was. In this big ass bathroom surrounded by the comfort and safety that was generated by his former lover.

“Let’s get you to bed then, Papi.” The return of the nicknames and the sweet talk didn’t make it any easier to distance himself from.

Back when it had just been angry blow jobs and filthy fucking it was uncomplicated. They were just exes who fucked.

This?

This was dangerous territory.

As they slowly made their way from the bath to the bed José felt like he was getting pulled in every direction.

The care with which Brock dried him off, half carried him back to the bed and tucked him in, made his eyes water slightly.

This was the man he fell in love with. This was the man he still loved.

It made his heartache that this Brock and the one that everyone else met didn’t feel the same way.

That they couldn’t morph into one person.

Into the man that José could call his boyfriend.

“You were so good,” It was said in a soft voice, almost shyly, as strong arms enfolded him, cuddling up to him.

It made him relax. The anxiety over what they were doing and what would happen in the morning was not important.

The safety of these arms was all he needed.

Even if it was temporary.

“Mami, you was better. You always is.” He mumbled it into his pillow as he snuggled closer to Brock.

Sleep dragging him into its open arms, as he heard Brock mumbling something, though the words were too close for him to decipher.

The music was pulsating, and her limbs were an extension of the beat. She knew every move every breath and as the as heavy bass sneaked its way into her chest following the rhythm of her own heart she felt alive.

Alive in a way that she hadn’t felt for weeks.

Months.

On the top of her toes, she felt as if she was standing on the highest point of the world. The crowd’s yells and hollers giving her life and energy.

She owned them right now.

Here on this stage, she was everything.

A ballerina, a performer and a queen.

Jumping, doing the splits and pirouettes.

She knew this performance inside out, had done it countless times at different venues in various countries, but this time it was different.

This time it meant something, as she caught a glimpse of her in the corner of her eye.

Vanjie watching her every move from the audience with that childlike wonder that always appeared on her face when she watched Brooke do ballet.

It made her mind stop for a moment.

She was here, Vanjie was here.

They had finally started to rekindle the fire that they had lost before, and-

Crack.

Brooke went from feeling like she could walk on air to suddenly falling to the ground.

Her body hit with a loud thump, her hands taking the brunt of the impact.

A sudden sharp pain, made her look down at her feet.

The left was bent in an odd angle and she could see a small piece of bone stick out.

Her face turned ashy, as the wave of pain hit her, almost drowning her in sheer agony.

All sounds disappeared except as the beat of her heart became a cacophony in her mind along with the evermore increasing pain.

She screamed.

[punkscowardschampions]

Grace & Ava

Grace: ive been doing my best distracting for literally EVER, when are you gonna run off to meet your mystery married man??! Ava: Change of plan Ava: no need Grace: he had to cancel? ugh that's the WORST Ava: yeah Ava: to be expected Grace: thank god 🙏 you've got me here to cheer you up, yeah? 💜 Ava: deffo 💙 Grace: sooo what do you wanna do? literally anything obvs Ava: you can choose Grace: 👌👌🤔🤔🤔 Grace: SOMETHING on King's Road will definitely get you smiling again, babes I know it! Grace: retail therapy legit has therapy in the name, like that's not a coincidence, thank you Ava: Sounds perfect Grace: & it was a good party too like Grace: all things considered Ava: I don't throw any other kind Grace: well duh! but I was throwing the spotlight onto myself & all the cringe things I thankfully didn't do 🥂🤞 Ava: You were cool Ava: from what I recall Grace: idk but if that boy wants to hit me up again before I leave I'm not gonna be mad about it Ava: Teddy? Grace: as if that's his name though 🧸💖 how cute Ava: Yeah, he's pretty sweet Grace: don't even cos I didn't pack a gym look & I will have to 🏃 Ava: 😏🙄 Ava: make up your mind, like Grace: excuse me for not checking his nice boy credentials before we 💋 Grace: at the party he was more like 😈😈 Ava: You're crazy Ava: Fine, he's a bit of a prick, better? Grace: is he though?? Ava: He's just a typical lad, idk Ava: he's a mate but not like a best friend Grace: okay Ava: sorry Grace: ??! I'm the one who's being mental Ava: You're so fine Ava: I'm just hanging so hard Ava: gimme a sec to get myself together and sorted, yeah Grace: obvs Grace: did you hit him up last night? Ava: yeah we talked for a bit Grace: is that when he cancelled or did you get to wake up to that? Ava: no, he told me last night Grace: but you're gonna see him on Monday still, yeah? & that'll be so worth the wait Ava: Yeah, totally Ava: I didn't think we'd make the weekend anyway Grace: his 👰💍 is probs so in his face like !! nightmare Ava: exactly, who doesn't do family stuff at the weekend Ava: I'm not fussed Grace: you're so chill Grace: I totally need some of that vibe Ava: 🤷 Ava: There's no point stressing on things I can't change Grace: yeah but just cos you KNOW that doesn't mean you can just DO it Grace: I so can't anyway Ava: Shopping will help Grace: we gotta get you something so cute 😍😘😈 to wow your boyfriend Ava: He's not my boyfriend, first-off Ava: 🤵💍 remember Ava: but secondly, duh Grace: 😂 Grace: I hope that call was a facetime btw babes cos you looked AMAZING Grace: & I'm taking SO MUCH credit Ava: It was and yes 😘 Ava: drink definitely did not do me favours but it was not mortifyingly bad Grace: the awkward moment when your boyfriend is a sober dad Ava: ignoring you Grace: oh please Grace: you're so into him Ava: like you said, it's obviously not a longterm thing Grace: honey NEVER take dating advice from me! 😱😱😱 Ava: it wasn't advice, it was realistic Ava: like what, I'm gonna be his mistress? Ava: it's just fun Grace: 👌👌 like that's never happened, you could totally be his mistress Grace: he'd be so lucky tbh Ava: yeah, he would Ava: too much aggro though Grace: I feel that Grace: his wifey could try & 🔪🔪 you Ava: Right? Ava: I'm good Ava: she can lose him herself Grace: 👏👑 Ava: Saint was much less annoying when he couldn't talk as much Grace: IKR?! Grace: ugh boys they never know when to shh Ava: thank god that one can't talk yet Grace: 😂 she's sassy with it already though 🤷💅 Ava: yeah that's a word for it Grace: OMG how old is your man's 👶 cos you know that's OBVS the last time they hooked up Ava: I'm not sure Ava: about the same, maybe a bit younger? Grace: & did you ever find out if he was getting with any of the other girls when you did the uni thing? Ava: Nah he wasn't trying to get on anyone else Ava: not claiming I'm the first or anything ridiculous, he's cheated on her plenty but that week specifically Grace: why does he sound so PURE?! like 🥺💖 Ava: 😂 Grace, he's a serial cheater Grace: yeah but who isn't babes Ava: I've never Ava: 'til now, obviously Grace: you aren't even now there's no 💍 on your finger, girl Grace: & same but I'd need a boyfriend for that sooo Ava: I am 'cos I know he's in a relationship Ava: 💍 and all Ava: can't be pleading any fake ignorance Grace: but you also know she's a psychotic bitch & he's 💔 yeah? Ava: yeah Ava: but that's his excuse, reason, whatever Ava: what's mine Grace: he's hot but also adorable & you like him Grace: duh Ava: 'course Ava: I don't think that clears my good name though 😏 Ava: but idc Grace: join me over here with my bad rep Ava: 👌👌 Ava: draw the line at going out like this though Ava: I need a bath Grace: I won't stage a hoe intervention like I got but yeah true you don't need to be looking like you're doing a walk of shame Ava: I doubt you could be more convincing than I am, no offense Grace: rude! Ava: you've been so blatantly pro this entire situation it'd be disingenuous by default to change sides now, nothing personal Grace: can you NOT throw big words at me rn you're not the only one who partied too hard like Ava: 😘😘 okay truce Grace: 💜 Grace: I have to figure out which boy I want to be blowing my phone up, so excuse you Ava: Enjoy 💙 Grace: mhmm 🙄🙄 Grace: so not fml Ava: how do you cope Grace: idk babes idk Ava: 🥇 Grace: 👑

[gallickingun]

could you possibly do something around bakugou and his fem!reader SO losing a pregnancy?? my friend had a shitty bf and the rest is history. she loves your writing and i think it would be cool to "gift" her this, y'know? if it's too much, please don't feel bad! whatever you're comfortable with!

a/n: i’ve had this request in my inbox for.. a little while. couple of days. i originally wasn’t going to write it, i was a little uncomfortable. but then i realized it’s because i’m going through something similar and i didn’t want to face my own feelings. 

but, i officially lost what little hope i had left of my first child this morning. i’ve grieved and i’ve cried and i’ve asked everyone why. my mind is an absolute wreck and i don’t know that i’ve ever shed so many tears. so i hope that this can give your friend something positive in this tough season of her life. my thoughts, my love, and my words are with you both. thank you for being such a good friend 💖

ps, i apologize if it’s short or a little scattered. my heart was breaking while i was writing this. 

The words reach your ears but your body refuses to process them.

You feel hands on your shoulders, in your hair, thumbs on your cheeks as he tries to look you in the eyes. Your focus is just over his shoulder, boring holes into the wall.

Bakugou turns to the doctor, murmuring something you can’t quite make out, and the next thing you know, the front door is shut with a gentle thump.

“Baby?”

Somehow that word means something different than it did 24 hours ago.

Two tears drip down the curves of your cheeks, collecting at your jawline. You know your body is going through something, that you’re shaking but you can’t completely realize it because your mind is on another plane of existence.

Katsuki’s hands are on your cheeks, catching the salt drops rested there, his thumbs swiping gently. He tugs you so you’re looking him in the eyes, his sanguine stare searching your face ferociously. Bakugou swallows the lump in his throat, “Don’t go there.”

“Can’t help it,” you croak, a fresh wave of sadness burdening your body. The weight of the world sits on your shoulders, reality pounding on the door of your heart, begging for you to accept it.

His mouth is on your forehead, your nose, the bow of your lips. He is gentle, hands searching your body for some answer to give you, some resolution to provide. But, the reality of it all, is that both of you are broken down to the very essence of your beings - the hurt and the pain grinding your bones to stardust, begging to be released back into the atmosphere so you can try again once the dust has settled.

“You did nothing wrong,” he murmurs against your ear, holding you close. “This isn’t your fault.”

“It’s my body, Kacchan. Kind of feels like my fault.”

You swear you see the threat of tears making his eyes bulge when you look him directly in the face. Your lower lip wobbles, “I-I wasn’t strong enough.”

His hands are rough as he snatches you by the jaw, holding you captive, “Shut the hell up, do you hear me?”

Bakugou’s cheeks are reddening, breath fast and shallow as his chest heaves with emotion. He licks his lips, trying to come up with all of the right words to say. Tears sit in the corners of his eyelids, threatening to spill over as his frustration rises.

“Y-You are the strongest person I know. Ever.” He grunts, turning his head as the first tear dips over the top of his cheekbone, “This didn’t work out. It doesn’t mean it won’t ever work out again. Or that we did anything wrong.”

There is a silence that drags out between the two of you, the both of your eyes completely zeroed in on one another. You map out the angles and edges of his face - his features and the way they portray every emotion swimming through his soul. Bakugou’s nostrils flare as his irises flit over you, noting the way your lip shakes and your jaw muscles tense. He wants to relieve you of all the pressure building up inside of you, threatening to burst forth like a volcano - all magma and rage, burning you up from the inside out.

Bakugou knows how it feels to be on fire.

The softening of his gemstone irises makes your shoulders give in, the weight of your own personal universe falling like marbles, the planets you’ve been carrying dropping to the ground when you fall forward.

His arms cinch around your shoulders, taping you back together as his palms rub over your broken posture, head hung low between the two of you. Bakugou pulls you into his lap, leaning back against the wall as you sob into his shirt. He tugs you down so you’re tucked underneath his chin, the front of his t-shirt the perfect handkerchief in your time of need.

“Shh,” his voice is uncharacteristically raw, tone just on the right side of shattering. Bakugou’s throat bobs against the top of your head, a kiss dropped into your hair like a flower, “I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

You claw at him, begging to dig your fingers into something solid, something concrete. Everything feels like it could fall out from under you at any moment and you just want something that’s going to stay the same.

Bakugou is the most consistent thing in your entire life.

He is always there for you, even when things get unpleasant. He is there to hold you, keep you sane, in spite of the overbearing duty of being a Pro Hero.

“Am I damaged?” you sob into his shoulder, tears soaking his skin and the fabric of his tee. You sniffle, unable to look him in the eyes because you know his gaze will be that gentle kind of angry, the one that says you should think much higher of yourself.

His kisses are in your hair, on your temple, “No, no. You are incredible.”

“Then why am I so-”

“You are nothing short of amazing,” Bakugou hushes you, curling his index and thumb around your jaw, tilting your head back. His face is soaked in tears and you’re surprised by his utterly raw display of emotion, “It just wasn’t the right time. That’s all.”

You know that this conversation is far from over. The feelings in your chest are so confusing that you can’t make any of them out - none but defeat and despair. It will take you too long to process this, and you are too tired already.

“Wanna take a bath?” he asks.

Bakugou’s thumb traces your lower lip and you know he wants to kiss you, but your heart just isn’t in it. You feel the weight of betrayal from your own body sitting on your shoulders as if there were a monkey on your back. You nod in response and he is picking you up off the ground, carrying you effortlessly into the bathroom.

As he helps you step into the sudsy bathwater, you curl your fingers around his palm, “Kacchan-”

“Hm?” he tilts his head, the fake smile plastered on his face for your benefit stinging like an insect bite. You keep yourself from busting into tears again, the warmth from the water lapping over your chest, bubbles sticking for a mere second before the air pops them in silence.

You lean forward just enough to touch his mouth to yours, “I love you.”

This next smile you see tug on the corners of his mouth, and this one is genuine. His eyes are shining and even though there are tears in his eyes, he falls into you, returning the fervor of your mouth.

He echoes the three-word sentiment into the space between your teeth and tongue, repeating the syllables like a sacrament. His hand is in your hair and you want to pull him into the tub with you, but you know better - he is still fully clothed.

“Everything will be okay,” you mange, slipping your fingers through his hair in a soothing motion. “As long as I have you.”

Bakugou nods, his thumb ghosting over your jawline, “So long as I have you.”

And, just as you expected, it does take time to get over the sense of hopelessness. 

However, it’s much easier with your partner and best friend by your side. 

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wow, i’m sad but happy. i’m sappy! i know this one was short but i wanted to at least get something out for it. thank you so much for the request and i am thinking of your friend always 💕

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[mezzomercury]

Bohemian Rhapsody in Blue: Eliza as a Baby HCs

-For the most part, Eliza is a rather calm and quiet baby, but will make it absolutely known when she is discontent with a loud, piercing wail capable of starting an earthquake.

-Everyone always makes comments about how Eliza looks so much like Freddie when he was a baby, only with more hair.

-She’s sometimes called by the nickname “Liza,” after one of Freddie’s idols Liza Minnelli. Her middle name is after Marlene Dietrich, another one of Freddie’s favorites.

-She’s always being carried around, mostly by Freddie, who more or less gets separation anxiety whenever he has to put her down or give her to someone else.

-One father is always holding her while the other rests his head on his husband’s shoulder and looks on in adoration.

-Since Freddie and Jim bought her mother Nadia a house a few minutes away in addition to compensation for the surrogacy, she visits her daughter every day so she can nurse her and also form a relationship with her as her mother.

-Freddie insists that Eliza sleep in his and Jim’s bed with them for the first couple weeks, to which Jim reluctantly agrees, but he ends up loving it and gets emotional when they have to start putting her in her crib.

-While Jim is like a wizard when it comes to changing her diapers, Freddie can’t do it to save his life. He has tried so many times and even once practiced on the cats, but Jim always has to come to his rescue any time he attempts to change her.

-However, he is a pro at bath time. He was afraid that she would hate it at first, but she absolutely loves it and even gets upset when she has to dry off. It’s something she and her Daddy have in common.

-The only way Eliza can go to sleep is for Freddie to sing to her. He happily does this every night when he’s at home, and even plays the piano late at night while holding her in a sling, or a papoose when she’s bigger.

-He writes plenty of songs about her during those nights. Some have been recorded, but others will just be between the two of them.

-When Freddie is on tour and away from home, he’ll sing to her over the phone. In very rare cases when that’s not possible, Phoebe will put on a Queen record on for her in her nursery at night. “You Take My Breath Away” is her favorite.

-In the mornings, Jim will put her on his lap and read the newspaper to her. She of course doesn’t understand anything he’s saying, but she seems to be fascinated by his soothing Irish brogue.

-There are a lot of sounds that Eliza is very drawn to or stimulated by. They include, but are not limited to, both her fathers’ voices, Nadia playing her cello, the piano, and Freddie’s singing, most importantly. They’re mostly music-related, which makes Freddie insist that she hears them all the time.

-It goes without saying that Freddie spoils her rotten. He’s is extremely picky about what clothes they buy for her, but buys nearly the entire toy section of Harrods. Jim is slightly irked by this, but knows it’s his husband’s way of wanting what’s best for their daughter.

-There are at least three cats sleeping in her crib with her at night. They’re extremely protective of her, as they were with Nadia when she was pregnant.

-When she’s old enough to eat baby food, Phoebe and Joe take it upon themselves to make their own informal brand for her, arguing that the regular store-bought ones aren’t good enough for her.

-As soon as Eliza is able to sit up on her own, she constantly wants to sit on Freddie’s lap and play the piano. It’s her favorite “toy.”

-At nearly six months old, Jim and Nadia bring Eliza backstage when Queen performs at their infamous concert in Wembley Stadium. They stay in Freddie’s dressing room most of the time so the music isn’t too loud for her, but she starts bouncing around in Jim’s arms as soon as she hears the faint sounds of “One Vision” starting the show.

-As she gets more mobile and even more curious, Eliza acts like the world is her oyster, and will try to pull on anything she can reach.

-This comes as bad news for Brian, as she now has taken an interest in pulling his hair as hard as she can. He first discovered this when he was trying to read to her about the solar system, when he suddenly yelped in pain at her strongly tugging at his curly poodle hair, then proceeding to put some in her mouth. Of course, the other boys find it hilarious, that is until she starts the habit of spitting up on Roger whenever he holds her.

-Speaking of Roger, when his and Dominique’s daughter Rory is born not long after her, she and Eliza hit it off immediately and grow up to be the best of friends.

-Freddie and Jim have a neck-to-neck competition over whose name Eliza will say first. Her first word ends up being the combination of the two, making it “Da-Pa.” Although it’s not technically a word, they are still just as immensely proud of her.

-She takes her first steps on Christmas Day towards Oscar the cat, as she’s trying to pull his tail but he keeps inching away from her. Joe and Deaky were apparently the only witnesses to this at first, but Joe screamed in joy when he saw it, which caused everyone to rush into the room to watch when she did it a second time.

-Freddie wants to have the most elaborate party he can for her first birthday, complete with ice sculptures, pony rides for the older kids, and a special performance by his friend Elton John.

-On the other hand, Jim prefers a small get together with close family and friends, with cake and gifts being completely optional.

-This causes the couple to but heads a lot when planning the event. (“Why does it have to be so grandiose, Freds? She won’t remember a single thing about it?” “That’s not the point, Jim, dear. We need to treat her like the princess she is, even if that means turning the house into Buckingham Palace!”)

-They eventually make a compromise and meet in the middle, keeping a small guest list, but serving Indian food buffet-style, Freddie personally designing a party dress for Eliza, and several party games that both the adults and children could participate in.

-The party ended with Phoebe and Joe wheeling in a seven-foot tall birthday cake, (Jim immediately facepalmed upon seeing this surprise) topped with a bengal tiger, Eliza’s favorite animal.

-Eliza gets a tiny slice of cake, as is tradition, which she proceeds to do a face plant into as soon as she has a little taste. She even gets some on her new party dress, to Freddie’s slight disappointment.

-Jim takes dozens of photos of this moment, which he plans to use later as a secret weapon to embarrass her once she’s older.

-Later that night, when all of the guests have left and the Garden Lodge family is left to clean up to the sounds of Nadia practicing her cello while Eliza strays near her mother and plays with her new presents, Freddie and Jim both took a moment to look at their growing daughter, who they feel like was just a tiny baby only moments ago.

-“She’s growing up way too fast, darling. I want her to stay our baby forever.” “She’ll always be our baby, Freddie, but she’ll be a formidable young lady before you know it.”

-“Do you think we’re doing alright with her? You know, with her first year and all?” “We haven’t screwed up yet. I think she’ll be more than fine.”

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[valen-dreth]

1, 3, & 5 for Dya and Savet? :3

oh both!!

Dya

1) Answered!

3) What’s something pointless/petty/unimportant that IRRATIONALLY ANNOYS THE HELL out of your OC?

She hates messy living areas.  Not like, a neat freak per se, but she will at least offer to clean someone’s messy house.

5) Does your OC get lost easily? What do they do when they do get lost?

She actually has a pretty good sense of direction!  She can tell where she is by the sun and she would like to learn how to use the stars, too.  Reads maps like a pro.  Only thing she isn’t good with is like, caves, she thinks they all look the same and that obviously hinders her navigation.  First and foremost when she’s lost she will take a minute to cool down and then come up with some way to mark where she is and where she’s going so she doesn’t just keep going down the same paths.

Savet

1) On a scale of “is occasionally forced to bathe” to “Instagram model with sponsors to hoe for” how involved is your OC’s Skincare routine?

He takes good care of himself, too, most prides himself on his hair tbh.  It’s always clean and silky.  He does have a routine where he’ll take care of himself on certain days.  He smells like books and licorice.

3)  What’s something pointless/petty/unimportant that IRRATIONALLY ANNOYS THE HELL out of your OC?

When people mispronounce words and especially his name.  He doesn’t mean to sound pedantic, but it’s just not correct!

5)  Does your OC get lost easily? What do they do when they do get lost?

He doesn’t get lost too often, but in big cities definitely.  Tbh he’s lazy, he’ll just cast a clairvoyance spell to see where he wants to go

[backbendersokka]

the new one you reblogged.. can i... can i say 1-50 barring the ones that need my input?

cat you are KILLING me

1. who was the last person you sent a text to?

aghfasdah cat lmao

2. who was the last person you said ‘I love you’ to?

cat again ajhfdghasfd

3. favourite type of weather?

warm but with a breeze or a little rain

4. what’s your zodiac sign? do you relate to it?

cancer and YEAH KINDA

5. showers or baths?

i love a good bath but i don't have the time 

6. favourite movie? (outside of mcu)

Bumblebee and Front Cover

7. favourite colour?

GREEN and maybe light blue 

8. person your closest to in your family?

my sister even tho shes a bitch 1 like=1 prayer

9. last movie you watched?

Bumblebeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

10. show you’re currently binging?

none but the last one i binged was Lucifer

11. what’s your lockscreen?

a photo of me and my friend dressed up for my country’s version of Halloween

12. f*ck, marry, kill (pick three people)

fuck lucifer, marry mazikeen, kill chloe  (aka my favourite characters from lucifer)

13. opinion on...

trump succ you guys should impeach him like peasants would overthrow their terrible disgusting king

14. a celebrity you hate?

don't think I have one

15. a celebrity you love?

Rdj bitch this is a tony stark stan blog do you expect anything else

16. a character you relate to the most?

uhhhhhhhhhhhh, noone??? idk

17. someone you’re looking forward to seeing?

my best friend Dora

18. what does the last text you sent say?

‘I KNOW HON ILY TOO’ at cat

19. do you believe in true love?

meh

20. have you ever been in love?

nah

21. if your ex texted you now how would you react?

you couldn't live with your own failure and where did that bring you? back to me

also whats up lucas long lime no see 

22. baths or showers?

already answered

23. summer or winter?

summer

24. favourite memory from this year? (so far)

hanging out with my friend Niki shes very cool  

25. favourite food?

NOODLES

26. put your music on shuffle and say the line you like most in the song

BULL RIDIN’ AND BOOBIES COWBOY HAT FROM GUCCI WRANGLER ON MY BOOTY

27. last book you read?

im currently reading ‘the five kingdoms’

28. can you sleep if there’s noise?

ya

29. bad habits?

adopting internet humor irl

30. one regret you have?

being born

31. one bad thing that happened that worked out in the end?

fighting with some bitvh i hate

32. earliest memory?

my sister breaking my bottle when i was a baby on a porch in corfu

33. what do you want to do when you leave school?

make MONEY 

34. what’s stressing you out right now?

nothing this hoe is chill 

35. ever been drunk or high?

no i hate alcohol and drugs arent that common when you hang around with the right people

36. favourite type of clothing?

jean shorts

37. most expensive thing you’ve ever bought?

70 euro earrings but technically the money were my aunt’s

38. give me a song and I’ll tell you who it reminds me of (character or real person)

(pumpkins scream in the dead of night) young tony stark cuz he a rebellious hoe  

39. who do you miss right now?

no one being alone is nice

40. have any siblings? are you close to them?

my sister and were close

41. tumblr friends or irl friends?

they have their pros and cons but i must say irl friends have a LOT more drama than tumblr friends take that as you will

42. do you want kids?

maybe adopting not really a fan of pushing a watermelon-sized object out of my v-gg

43. do you want to get married?

sure idgaf

44. describe your dream girl/boy

dream girl: think Megan Rapinoe, Miley Cyrus and Anna Fang from mortal engines

dream boy: agfgafdsasjaf bicep 

45. one place you’d love to visit?

London

46. what’s on your bucket list?

sky diving

47. are you outgoing or shy?

a very weird mix of both

48. one piece of advice you live by?

i have two actually

(1) if it can be solved dw about it

(2) if you won't care in 5 years don't care now

49. how tall are you?

5′2

50. anything you want to ask!(why does professor membrane suck)

his shoes are wack

[weshipyourride]

Destination: Mulberry Gap

In a land where roadside farm fresh eggs and boiled peanuts can be found around any corner lies one of the southeast’s premier mountain bike destinations: Mulberry Gap Mountain Bike Get-A-Way. This cycling-focused retreat is located 12 miles north of Ellijay, Georgia (population: 1,719) in Gilmer County, the mountain bike capital of Georgia and home to over 1,100 miles of trail throughout the Chattahoochee National Forest.

Get-A-Way Year-Round

Situated on a 15 acre, multi-level, terraced plot of land tucked deep into the mountains, a visit to Mulberry Gap feels a lot like going to summer camp, yet it's really the perfect year-round retreat to explore the mountains of northern Georgia. Upon booking your stay, whether it be a cabin or tent space, you will have easy access to amazing mountain bike trails right from camp. Ride shuttles are also available to trail access.  Off the bike, you can enjoy hiking, waterfall swimming, paddle boarding or even a soak in a hot tub. Accommodations include nice bath houses with showers, wifi, fully stocked beer cooler and two home cooked meals per day.

Trails throughout the southeast are unique in many ways. Unlike trail systems west of the Mississippi River, southeastern trails retain some moisture as rain is common, and the humidity is heavy. While the terrain varies among singletrack, rock gardens, gravel roads and as much, or as little, elevation gain as desired, so does the style of riding. Cross country riders will love the ability to interconnect miles upon miles of trail, while enduro-style trail riders can easily find long, technical descents to shuttle, hike or pedal to.  

Where to Ride

These are some of our favorites:

Pinhoti Trails 1-5 (16.7 miles) - The Georgia Pinhoti Trail (Pin-hoe-tee) trail is one of the many crown jewels of our northwest Georgia region, and sections of it are the closest and most popular ride in/ride out trails from Mulberry Gap.

Windy Gap Downhill (11 miles) - Windy Gap offers steep climbs, technical rock gardens and loose, rocky downhills on the singletrack.

Snake Creek Gap (17 or 32 miles) - Rocks, roots, stunning views and more rocks await you.

Jake & Bull Mountain (25 miles) - This trail system has it all, from the flow of Jake Mountain to the more technical singletrack of Bull Mountain. The payoff of Bull Mountain’s downhill is huge and will leave you smiling as you wrap up a day in the saddle. This is an epic ride you will not forget.

Things To Do

Ellijay, Georgia offers plenty of off-the-bike activities for something to do before, after or between rides.

Apple Picking - Most visitors come in the fall months for their opportunity to go apple picking at numerous, nearby orchards including Hillcrest Orchards, R & A Orchards and B.J. Reece Orchards, to name a few.

Winery Visit - Apples aren’t the only fruit growing in Ellijay. Plan your visit to taste Appalachian bread wines from Engelheim Vineyards or Cartecay Vineyards

Shopping - There are many small shops within walking distance of each other. From clothing to art, you’ll find exactly what you are looking for as a memento. 

Bike Shop

Forgot something or need to have your bike fixed? Support this local shop:

Cartecay Bike Shop - This full service bicycle shop offers great lines of bicycles including Rocky Mountain, Kona and Yeti.

Places To Eat and Drink

Ellijay Coffeehouse - Where locals go to get their morning buzz. Come for the caffeine, stay for atmosphere. A great little shop, with delicious coffee.

Cantaberry Restaurant - A fresh take on southern cuisine. Vegan and vegetarian options available.

River Street Tavern - A full bar with an extensive beer offering, this American pub will surely have what you’re looking for after a day on the trails

Pink Pig - When in North Georgia, you must eat barbecue.

How To Get There

There are nearby airports within a short drive to Mulberry Gap. Chattanooga Airport (CHA - 1.5 hours) in Tennessee is a great option. Alternatively, Atlanta International Airport (ATL - 2 hours) is also available. No matter which airport you fly into, a beautiful drive awaits through scenic mountain towns. 

If you are driving there, Mulberry Gap is located 25 miles east of Interstate 75 along country roads and highways.

How To Get Your Bike There

Ship your bike with BikeFlights.com and save time, money and hassle instead of flying with it. We suggest shipping directly to Mulberry Gap Mountain Bike Get-A-Way; however, you can also ship to Cartecay Bike Shop. The latter is a great option if you’d prefer to hire a pro to assemble and/or pack your bike. Always call your ship-to location in advance to coordinate with them and let them know that your bike will be coming.