#she and our other friend went to walmart

[thesingingrevolution]

i’ve been blessed with the best friend because i was just randomly doing my hw on a sunday evening and this girl knocks on my door and gives me this hello?????

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[ohmyitsfaith]

The sunshine and the grump / Part 2

Pairing: Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sudden visitors show up on a calm day and chaos ensues. Who are they and where did they come from? But most importantly why are they here? You, your husband and his family are ready to find some answers.

Warnings: fighting, Sparrow!Ben being sparrow!Ben

Word count: 3.3k

A/n: Hi everyone, I know, it's been a while. But here is something that should have been done sooner. The second part to The sunshine and the grump. Please forgive me for this, but in this part Viktor is refered to as "Vanya" and using she/her pronouns. This is solely for the reason that this story is from the reader's point of view and she doesn't know that he's Viktor. If there's an interest in a new part, then obviously I will incorporate him coming out as Viktor. Anyway, long a/n to the side, I hope you guys will enjoy it!

“Shit” broke out of the six people standing in front of you collectively.

Ben guided you behind him gently, sheltering you from the strangers.

“Ben?”

A soft sigh is all that could be heard from the guy wearing a cowboy hat. His eyes shimmered with unshed tears and you couldn’t even guess who he was and where he came from. You never saw him before and your husband wasn’t the type to make friends so easily. So why did this man know his name? Why did he look at him as if he saw a ghost?

“Is that really you?” the biggest guy walked forward, also looking distraught and his face twisted in confusion and grief.

“And who are those weirdos,” the walmart-batman guy yelled and you followed his line of sight, “on the balcony?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in slight anger, but before you could answer at all, Reginald spoke up.

“They are the Sparrows, my children.”

You felt, more than saw Ben standing up straighter and could only imagine the rest of the Hargreeves doing the same, up on the balcony.

“I’m sorry,” the small boy spoke up after the initial shock passed through his group. “What do you mean your children? That’s not possible, old man.”

“Of course it is!” Reginald exclaimed as your sibling-in-laws joined you downstairs. “I think I’d know, wouldn’t I?”

While most of the group looked at Reginald with untrusting gazes (which you could understand, he was your father-in-law and yet you didn’t trust the man fully), the cowboy hat guy was still looking at your husband with misty eyes.

“Everybody else can see Ben, right?” he asked, which made you even more confused. Why wouldn’t they be able to see your husband?

“Cute hat, Sundance” Ben said sarcastically, still keeping you behind him. You grabbed onto his arm lightly, to keep him grounded. But that’s exactly when the man noticed you and his eyes went even wider.

“Jennifer?” he asked louder, seemingly in shock and it prompted the rest of the group to look toward you, Ben’s arm curling around you protectively.

“Do not talk to my wife, asshole” he growled.

“Oh my gosh, it’s you! You- you guys are married!” cowboy hat guy gushed.

“Okay, that is it!” Ben moved to lash out against the guy, but Marcus stopped him.

“Enough” he said in his calming voice. “Who are you and why are you in our home?”

“They call themselves the Umbrella Academy,” Reginald answered instead. “A group of scheming, perfidious malcontents, who accosted me in the fall of 1963, when I was away on business in Dallas” he explained. “Be warned,“ he added, “they claim to be my spawn.”

That caught the attention of the woman with the very stylish cloak as she stepped forward.

“Claim?!” she then turned to her brother(?) in confusion. “Five, what the hell is going on?”

“I don’t know, but it’s concerning,” the little guy, Five, sighed.

“Is he telling the truth?” Marcus spoke up, looking at the so-called Umbrella Academy.

“Well, not the part about us being perfidious-” the other woman started, just to be immediately interrupted by the cowboy-hat guy.

“No, we’re amateur-fidious, at best” he said, which just confused you and, seemingly, the rest of the Sparrows as well.

“But we are his children. This is our house” the woman confirmed.

“Yeah, yeah, we, uh… We grew up here” the big guy jumped in.

“Oh, yeah, yeah, we grew up here” Alphonso mocked the guy, which made Fei and Jayme chuckle.

“I-” Sloane started. “Kinda think we would’ve noticed you.”

You could see the moment that the big guy realized who talked and just what kind of person she was. You saw his eyes light up and a dumb smile graced his features.

“Hi. I’m Luther” he stepped forward and offered his hand.

“Monkey-brain” you whispered and Ben scoffed.

“Okay” the stylish woman walked towards you. “None of you belong here.”

“What?” you asked at the same time Fei said sarcastically: “Oh, well then! I guess we’ll just pack our bags and move out.”

“Yeah and while we’re at it, how about we also give you our jobs. Clearly, you are so good at it” Christopher garbled. “Seriously, these idiots can’t even understand the fact that we are the ones living here, imagine what kind of heroes they are.”

This caused the Sparrows to laugh and even you let out a chuckle. He had a point.

“You slay me, Chris,” Ben shook his head.

The next moment Grace arrived with a plate filled with cookies. At her legs was your chonky cat C/n. He meowed lowly and hissed at the new people before darting across the space, toward Ben and you.

“I wasn’t expecting company,” Grace sighed as you leaned down to pick up C/n. “This is the best I could do on short-” she glitched and repeated the word again, “short… short notice.”

You winced as you stood up with C/n in your arms.

“It’s okay, darling boy” you whispered and started stroking his back. “They won’t hurt you. Daddy won’t let them.”

“Mom…” you heard wallmart-batman’s wistful voice, which immediately weirded you out.

And not just you, because Jayme spoke up as well.

“Mom? She’s a robot you perv” she scoffed.

“She’s not a robot!” wallmart-batman turned toward her defensively.

“Hey, don’t you call him that!” the big guy, Luther, snapped at Jayme.

“Or what?” Ben asked in defense of Jayme.

“Come closer and find out!” Luther stepped toward Ben as he started approaching the big guy as well.

“Luther! Guys, chill!” the smaller woman tried to stop Luther, while you reached out to stop Ben.

“Think I’m afraid?” Ben asked and you could feel his hostility roll off of him.

“Ben! Please” you asked him timidly, but your voice didn’t even reach him.

“Ben, stand down!” Marcus commanded, but Luther was speaking over him already and chaos started to form.

“Look at that, she’s got a voice!” he pointed at you.

“How about I hide that big Rubik’s Cube up your ass?” wallmart-batman asked, annoyed with Marcus.

“Enough!” Marcus finally shouted. “I don’t know what circus you escaped from,” Marcus started and you could see wallmart-batman touch his cheek, where something black just disappeared, “or how you got past our security, but we’re done here. You got 30 seconds to get out of our house” he said in a no-nonsense voice.

“And if we don’t?” the stylish woman asked just as you realized what was happening with wallmart-batman. You looked back at Jayme, who just shrugged.

“Then we’ll have to settle this the old-fashioned way” Marcus stepped forward, ever the leader.

You zeroed in on wallmart-batman, who looked totally out of it, sweat on his forehead and tears in his eyes.

“What did he hallucinate?” you whispered to Jayme.

“I’ll tell you later” she smirked.

“Look, we just fought a literal army. Okay?” the short woman tried to diffuse the situation. “This doesn’t need to get ugly. Let’s all just calm down and let’s talk.”

And honestly, you were on her side. You didn’t want to risk the house or your sibling-in-laws or C/n for that matter. This could definitely be…

“Psst. Ben-er-ino” cowboy hat guy sing-songed as he looked at your husband. You could see his shoulders tense even more and an exasperated sigh left him. “You look so much better alive than you do dead.”

Oh no…

“Am I right?” cowboy hat guy asked from the Umbrellas and the only thing you could do is wince. From this point onward you wished that he shut up because even you wouldn’t be able to stop your husband if he was angered by the guy. “Except the haircut” he waved his hands.

“Oh no” you winced as Alphonso reached out and pushed you even further from the Umbrellas to keep you safe. He knew just as well as any of the Sparrows: this is where it gets ugly.

“What the hell did you just say?” Ben stepped forward.

“Come on, come on!” cowboy hat guy walked toward Ben. “Stop with all the hostility, Mr. Grumpy Pants” he stopped in front of your husband and leaned forward. “Oh, nice scar! Muy macho.”

“Oof” you commented and you could hear Jayme scoff as well.

“Shut. Your. Mouth!” Ben snarled and you knew, only a string held his anger.

“You shut your mouth and hug your brother!” cowboy hat guy exclaimed and opened his arms for a hug. And that’s exactly when Ben struck.

It was truly a beautiful hook that Ben delivered, you had to admit. But you wished that cowboy hat would’ve just stopped before it got ugly. You watched as he fell across the coffee table and it caused Luther to snap at Ben.

“Hey! What the hell?” he snapped. “You didn’t have to do that!”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I did!” Ben snapped back.

“That’s right, he did!” Alphonso backed him up.

“Hey, get back! Back off!” Marcus shouted as Luther stepped closer.

“Luther!” you heard the short woman yell out as Jayme grabbed your arm and pulled you behind the counter, just as Marcus pushed Luther.

And all hell broke loose. Marcus and Luther started fighting and the Sparrows and Umbrellas paired up as well.

“Jayme, get Y/n out of here!” Ben yelled as the small Umbrella teleported toward him and started fighting with him.

You could hear yelling from both the Sparrows and the Umbrellas as they fought and you could only try to stay calm as Jayme pulled you toward the exit. But you didn’t get far as the stylish woman intercepted you and Jayme, along with the short woman. You ducked just in time as one of Fei’s ravens dived in to try and attack the stylish woman, who immediately took up the fight.

“Sloane!” Jayme yelled out and pushed you toward the woman. “Take care of her! I have a shorter problem.”

This, C/n didn’t like and he jumped out of your hands, scratching them in the process.

“Ouch!” you hissed, holding it.

“C’mon Y/n, let’s get you out of here!”

“Alright” you nodded, frantic now that the chaos started to get to you.

You could hear Jayme knock the short woman down as Sloane tried to lead you toward the stairs. But that’s exactly where Fei and the stylish lady were fighting.

“Uh… okay, plan B” Sloane stepped back and looked up at the balcony.

“Oh, please, no” you tried to plead with her. “You know I don’t…”

“Just get to your room, we’ll get you, when we’re done here” she promised and you felt her powers wrap you up and lift you toward the balcony.

You landed behind the railing and stood up. That’s when you heard the short woman say: “My turn.”

You could see her turning… white? And you knew you had to flee. Before much else could happen though, Sloane used her powers on her as well, though less gentler than she did on you.

“Shit!” you yelled out as the short woman slammed into the pictures behind you as you ducked, afraid.

But just as you stumbled through the short hallway to be able to turn right, a knife whizzed by you and you soon heard Chris’s garbled yelling.

“Y/n, be careful!”

You looked back and saw him getting chased by wallmart-batman. You quickly fell to the left, where you could turn down the corner. Just in time, because in the next moment, Chris also turned that way, knives shooting toward him. You held your head for a second, trying to gather all your courage to move. You’ve never been this close to a fight, Ben always made sure that you were in a safe distance.

“Okay, Y/n, you have to move” you told yourself, gripping your hair. You screwed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. Then you stood up and sneaked toward the walkway.

But just as you reached the main staircase that led down, you bumped into the boy. Quite literally.

“Oh, you…” he narrowed his eyes.

“Please don’t hurt me” you put your arms up, in front of your face.

“You’re harmless?” the boy arched an eyebrow, suspicious of your surrender.

“I swear! I’m just Ben’s wife, a normal human!” you pleaded.

The next moment he flashed away. You flinched, but the punch never came. Instead you heard the swooshing sound three more times and he was back at the portraits. You peered over the railing to see Jayme approach him and the stylish lady. Before you could be spotted by stylish lady, you ducked back down and continued sneaking away from the scene.

“Hey!” you were almost at the end of the hall, when you heard her yell. You tried moving forward, but she was faster. She grabbed the back of your shirt, lifting you up.

“Please, please, please, don’t hurt me” you whimpered. “I’m no one, I’m just a simple girl!”

“Yeah I don’t believe that, Jennifer!” she accused you.

“That’s the second time you called me that, but I don’t…” you breathed as you felt her grip tighten on you. “I swear I don’t know who she is! I’m just Y/n!”

“Well…”

But stylish lady couldn’t say much more as Fei appeared on the stairs.

“Y/n!” she yelled for you. “Leave her alone, you bitch!”

“That’s not a nice thing to say!” stylish lady let go of you. “I heard a rumor you couldn’t move” she whispered over you and instantly, you froze.

You couldn’t move, only watch as Fei approached her and her ravens started multiplying. Stylish lady saw this and her eyes widened.

“Actually, on second thought, screw this” she said, turning around and making a run for it.

You were left there by her, still unable to move.

“Y/n, I’ll deal with her and take care of you” Fei leaned down to you as she reached you. “I promise I’ll avenge this.”

You could only look forward as Fei left you once again. You could hear the commotion behind you as Fei’s ravens started destroying a door somewhere close to you. Not much later you actually heard the familiar swooshing sound of the boy teleporting and his frantic muttering.

Suddenly whatever spell was placed on you was broken and you fell forward.

“Oh God” you sighed out, grabbing at your elbow which you hit as you fell. You also saw the dried blood on the back of your hand where C/n scratched you. Poor kitten was probably scared out of his mind.

“Vanya, get out of there!” you suddenly heard the boy shout and you slowly stood up to peer over the railing, into the living room.

There lay the short woman on the broken table and the Sparrows slowly surrounded him. You saw her breathing hard and groaning, trying to get back up. Suddenly she started glowing white. You couldn’t make sense of it, but knew it couldn’t be any good.

“Ben, be careful!” you shouted just before she… exploded? Her energy exploded, which threw you back to the railing behind you.

It was over before you knew it and could hear the others groaning and getting up from the debris.

“Oh god…” you heard Chris garble. “What the hell was that?”

Marcus appeared in your vision and offered a hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently.

“Never better” you groaned, accepting his hand. He pulled you up and led you to the balcony, where he looked down at the destruction.

“It’s over” he started. “Go. Don’t come back.”

You could only focus on Ben, who stood in front of the fireplace, clutching his side. Marcus sighed next to you as him and the rest of the Sparrows watched the woman, Vanya, exit.

“Y/n” Marcus turned to you. “C’mon, I’ll take you to Grace, she’ll fix you up.”

You nodded silently, sparing another look at your husband and his family standing in the debris.

You sighed as you exited the bathroom. It’s been about an hour since you got stitched by Grace (when you hit the railing it split the skin on your head open) and then you went to take a shower to freshen up. Meanwhile though, your husband was nowhere to be found around you.

You could only guess that they got a dressing down from Marcus, blaming them for the destruction. So you headed to the only place where you knew they could be: the training room.

“Y/n!” you heard Grace’s voice call out as you headed toward the room. “Do you need a smoothie too?”

“No thanks, Grace” you smiled at the robot. “I’m fine. Is that for the guys?”

“Of course, they need their greens for their training” she said as she caught up with you.

You nodded silently and opened the door in front of you.

“The skinny one is their weak link” you heard Fei say as you entered.

“Unless hiding behind couches shouting, ‘Where’s my daddy?’ is his superpower” Ben replied sarcastically.

Grace put the tray down on the table and you leaned against the wall to watch your husband stop the treadmill and slow to a walk before getting off of it.

“Enough post-gaming. They hurt Y/n and disrespected us!” he said as he walked toward you. “We need to be out there finding these freaks and taking ‘em out!”

He reached you and put an arm around you, kissing your forehead gently, which contrasted so much from his harsh words.

“Oh, you mean like this?” Marcus asked and switched whatever video was playing to the surveillance footage of the last moment of the fight. The others sighed and stopped their treadmills as well. Marcus walked in front of them and shook his head. “Can someone explain to me how you got your asses handed to you in 30 seconds?”

You sighed, massaging Ben’s back as he stiffened at Marcus’s admonishments.

“Do you have any idea what would happen to our reputation if anyone had seen that?!” he yelled at the end, pointing to the TV screen. “I mean we hadn’t faced any decent enemies for years. This could be good for us. Good for business. But only if we’re smart with our next moves.”

“Is that all you care about?” you spoke up suddenly, annoyed to see that the version of him that only cared about missions and being famous came out.

“I’m sorry?” he turned toward you.

“Did you even try to think about what these people could be here for? That what they were saying is true?”

“Y/n…” Ben shushed you. “Don’t make things worse, darling.”

“I’m not trying to. But did you even notice their faces? When they were talking, when they looked at you?” you looked at him. “The way they fought? I mean tell me if their style doesn’t seem familiar…”

“Y/n, this discussion is not for you. Our next move is not for you to decide” Marcus spoke up sternly. “You are not a Sparrow. You are not part of the team.”

“Fine” you gritted your teeth, then pulled out of Ben’s arms and turned around, just as Reginald came in.

“Nice one dipshit” Ben snarled at Marcus.

“You summoned, Number One?” Reginald asked Marcus.

Marcus regarded Ben and you for a second, before looking at Reginald.

“Sit” he said and you walked out.

You leaned against the wall as the door closed behind you and took a deep breath. You thought about all that the Umbrellas said before the fight ensued. And one thing stuck out.

It looked like they recognised you. But not all of them. And they called you… someone. Some other name… what was it?

Oh yeah, Jennifer. But who was this Jennifer?

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[cross-word]

GOOD LUCK, BABE

after years Ethan still regrets what he did to you.

Word count: 1162

When I first started to date Ethan I knew he had a best friend Amanda that everyone thought he was dating. All of his ex’s used to warn me on social media but I was never the jealous type.

That was until I received a phone call from a random number in the middle of the night I answer to hear lewd noises, moaning and someone moaning a name “ah, fuck Ethan keep doing that” it took me forever for my eyes to adjust to the light difference but once I realized what was going on.

I realized I’ve seen that number before. On Ethan’s phone labeled as Amanda, my heart broke as I heard her moan his name over and over again “why do you have your phone out” I hear him say, grabbing the phone flipping so that the screen was facing him to see me watching “y/n..” before he can say anything else I hung up going back to sleep.

The next day I felt numb watching your boyfriend fuck his best friend that everyone warned you about is humbling. The whole day I could see Amanda smirking at me from the peripheral vision Ethan kept trying to talk to me. His excuses going into one ear and out, “that was not what you thought”, “that was the first time I ever did that”.

As the day went on Ethan finally did it, he cornered me enough to finally get me to talk to him “please baby” he pleaded “no.” I said in a dead voice “what?” He asked “I said no. You can’t fix this. I watched you fuck your best friend you can’t get back from that no amount of pleading can change that” I told him he stood there hurt. The audacity. “No, baby please I’ll do anything I’ll block her, I’ll get rid of her from my life please just don’t call it off I’m begging” he said.

“I hate you Ethan” I told him, pushing him out of my way. Ethan stood there watching my body as I walked away, as I grew distant from Ethan I heard him and Amanda argue.

That was 15 years ago, that experience taught me that love isn’t a guarantee of trust.

I stood there in the Walmart at almost 9pm picking up groceries for my mom. It was Christmas when I was visiting her when I heard a voice too familiar “y/n?” I turn to see Ethan. He looked older, not in a good way. It seemed like he suffered for those 15 years I didn’t see him.

“Oh, hi Ethan” it was awkward for sure two grown adults that used to have history just staring at each other like they were soul mates. “Ethan baby” I hear coming from behind him a woman I stood face to face with the two people who betrayed me 15 years ago.

“Oh. You're back in town..” Amanda said, staring at me eyes darting to Ethan who hasn’t spoken since we locked eyes, sensing tension rise I walk away. “WAIT” Ethan yelled I paused hoping he wasn’t about to say what I think he will. “Do you wanna come over to our house for dinner to catch up?” He asked. I turn to face him “no, I think it’s best if we don’t talk at all” I say leaving him and Amanda in the aisle.

“Are you okay honey?” My mom knocked me out of my daze. “yeah I’m fine” I smiled at her as petite came up next to me looking for food “I think I’m gonna sleep early mom” I said kissing her head walking back to my childhood room.

A loud ringing hit my ear in the middle of the night. I see my phone vibrating showing me a number, immediately seeing the number “ugh, what is it now” I pick up “is he with you?” Amanda asked in a panic.

“You’re joking right” I asked “no. I had a bad feeling and I woke up. I turn around and I see him gone. Please I’m begging is he with you” she sobs through the phone “listen I don’t care about Ethan or you anymore the faster you two leave me alone the better please stop calling me” I tell her hanging up.

I walk downstairs to grab a cup of water to see headlights flashing into the living room. I wondered who would be driving at this time of day but deep down I knew. I unlocked the door to see the car turn off and Ethan walk out.

Towards me. “Your wife is looking for you” I tell him bluntly “I’m sorry” he says completely falling to his knees melting all the snow on the porch.

“I woke up next to her and I realized I don’t want her, the only reason I stayed with her was because I felt bad for the way we ended,” he confessed with his head in his hands. “I don’t have anything going on for me y/n I’m considered to half of the people in this town as Amanda’s husband” he sobbed. “All I can think about after I saw you at Walmart was the way you talked to me the way you looked at me the way it seemed like with you my whole life was fulfilled” he stared at me tears rolling down his cheeks.

“And what do you want me to do about it?” I asked him, colder than the winter night. Do you want me to say I told you so? Cause if it gets you back to your crying wife I will” I said sternly.

“Ethan” I say crouching down to face level with him “were shoelaces attached together my love, but we were cut no matter how much you’d like to connect us together again it will never happen the tear and used shoelaces will never stay together that’s why you buy new ones” I breathed in “Ethan it’s time to move on, I moved on the second I got that call in the middle of the night, go home. Your wife thinks you're cheating on her” I tell him, walking back inside and locking the door.

As I walk down the aisles of grocery I pass a person “I’m sorry I slept with Ethan” Amanda told me as I pass her we both stopped but the difference is Amanda looked back and I didn’t “you and him need to get over that, I don’t care anymore you two are the only ones keeping that flame alive, maybe it’s your subconscious feeling bad but either way, work it between you two or breakup” I tell her walking away never to look back again.

I woke up in my New York apartment to a voicemail. I recognized it as Ethan’s number. “Amanda asked for a divorce, please answer me I want to be with you” I sighed as I blocked his number.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Aita for lieing about my country of origin?

🇨🇦🥶 <- so I know it's me!

This is kinda stupid but a friend said it will start a bad habit of lieing, I'm taking advantage of the fact that because I'm white passing I don't get offensive immigrant questions and I just shouldn't have so let's see.

About a year ago I (24nb metis aka white and first nations canadian. Also native American but it's blurry. Its important later.) and my partner (24f white) went to walmart for groceries. I love the cold, have been raised in the cold temps of the Midwest my whole life and I have a autoimmune disorder which makes me much warmer than everyone else so despite it being 32° outside, I was in shorts and a t-shirt. My partner thinks I'm crazy and I have a bad habit of freezing her out but we compromise.

Obviously wearing a T-shirt and shorts when it's snowing outside gets some attention and this elderly white couple playfully asked how I wasn't frozen solid as some sweet small talk but I'm socially anxious and just blurted out that I was from Canada and this was nothing. They just laughed in surprise and nodded and went on. That was a lie and my partner playfully chided me for it. No, I'm not a Canadian immigrant and I was born in America but as you can see, my family has deep ties to Canada and my grandmother is a Canadian immigrant. Should I of lied? No but it was harmless, I panicked and I didnt want to explain a disorder or get too deep into conversation with strangers so I just said it and moved on. No harm done.

Flash forward to today where I, my partner and a mutual friend (23 ftm, white but reconnecting to his distant Cuban and carribean heritage. He identifies as "spicy white".) were talking in a group call about our families histories. One side of my friends family immigrated to America about 4+5 generations back from Cuba with the other from Scotland and Ireland and my partners family history is blurry but she knows they came from Scotland and Germany. My partner playfully brought up my lie from a year ago and the whole tone shifted. My friend got mad at me and brought up how his great great grandmother struggled in America because she wasn't white passing, she immigrated from a non-white country and people treated her horribly. I tried to bring up that both my grandmothers were natives and my immigrant grandmother also struggled with racism due to being first nations but he kept interrupting me saying that because I'm white passing and I picked Canada as a place I fake-immigrated from, I'm taking advantage of the fact that white old couple would treat me better than Mexican immigrants or middle Eastern immigrants.

Eventually the call ended and we side stepped the topic but tension is still present and I don't know how to feel now. Obviously I respect immigrants and i have a high amount of immigrant people in my family, not just Canadian/first nations but married in from Poland and Mexico. I know I shouldn't of lied but I feel like my friend is just being a bit chronically online right now and acting like I don't respect any immigrants. Ever since he started reconnecting, he's gotten more and more trigger happy with racist jokes, calling people racist for no reason and just all around... off. I totally get generational trauma and the pain of discovering your history around colonization and genocide but its getting weird. My partner says she didn't see the harm in my little, no pun intended, white lie but doesn't wanna be involved because she's white and this issue has some racist undertones. I don't know if this is just a symptom of his discovery surrounding himself and being in some very overly sensitive groups or I was truely being insensitive to even being passively racist towards other POC.

So, was I the asshole for lieing to some strangers that I'm from Canada just to not have to get too deep into why I wanna wear shorts in the snow like a weirdo?

What are these acronyms?

[magicrainbowkitties]

So yesterday my friends and I

- Were told the story of Steve the Walmart Electronics Guy, who was accosted by a MAGAt for not voting trump (Steve simply said his vote was between him and the box), and who called him a slur, to which Steve replied "Did I see you on Grindr earlier, you're kinda cute." The interaction went from there. I thanked Steve for his service to this country.

- Waited for the friend whose house we were going to to actually get home because traffic sucks so we went to this bar 2 streets away and just chilled there until we got the clear.

- Saw Shrek bc I had never seen it all the way through. Before I had always been made to experience it in chunks.

- Watched all available episodes of Dandadan. Pretty good, I was nerding out over the writing and gorgeous artwork the whole time.

- Chased our host's escape artist dog to another yard when she stopped running only to take a piss and ran back inside the house after the thunder started rumbling in the distance.

- Got caught in the torrential rain on a road with no streetlights and no clear markers. One of us had an essay due at 11:59. The driver couldn't see, and was searching desperately for a port in the storm. We saw the yellow neon glow of the Waffle House. And so the prophecy I had foretold earlier that day came true: "You don't go to Waffle House, you wind up at Waffle House."

- The essay friend is Australian and had/has never been to Waffle House, Rudy's, or Denny's despite living in Texas for a little over 8 years. We had intended to rectify the Waffle House thing at a later date. Evidently the gods had other plans.

- Scared the hell outta poor Kevin the Waffle House Guy because we got a text from...

- The friend whose house we left that he was DRIVING IN THE TORRENT TO MEET US AT WAFFLE HOUSE. Even after I called him to say "You better stay your ass inside." With the WINDOW DOWN blasting a metal song called Storm from some band I don't know (I'm sorry). He's type 1 diabetic and therefore could not eat at Waffle House.

- Made great progress in developing CAIN characters while sitting around and eating chocolate chip waffles.

My roommate (driver) and I didn't get home until after midnight. Fuck what a day. Truly no better day to watch something like Dandadan.

And now I've got an Astronomy test on fuckin election night. Fuck.

Edit: I shouldn't have done any of that because I have an entire annotated bibliography that I was supposed to turn in last night that I thought was due today not last night. Fuck.

[xysidhequeen]

Today I lost a dear member of my family, Rune. Rune was rushed to a vet today. Shortly after reaching the vet she had a seizure and her heart stopped, and could not be restarted.

Rune was 6 years old. My husband found her while working at Walmart. She was hiding under a pallet. He carefully coaxed her out and then kept her in the manager office in a box(with food and water!), which she broke out of. He then took her home in another box, which she broke out of again. We welcomed Rune happily into our lives and hearts. When we first got her we couldn't even tell her gender, so we decided on the name Rune. (She was obviously, now, a girl. She just had too much fluff)

Rune was a menace to society, my mental health and most especially our other cats. She loved to bully them if given a chance, and she'd scream for food if you stepped a single foot in the kitchen. She was the least graceful cat I've ever met in my life, and had maybe one singular braincell.

But she also loved being brushed so much she'd drool, loved feet, and would let you pick her up whenever you wanted and immediately begin purring. She didn't care if you cried in her fur, and would just keep purring and letting you cuddle her until you were done. She loved to cuddle, and would always find her way into someone's lap. She liked to cuddle with my friend Mavis when they went to bed, and watch videos with them. Even if you upset Rune, she'd never hurt you, her bites were the gentlest things I'd ever felt. Rune couldn't stand to hurt anyone, and even when she was at the vet, sick and probably in pain I'll never know, she never once tried to bite any of the vets or techs.

Rune had so much love to give(as long as you were human) and she would accept all of it back. She was a sweet thing, and I loved her so so very much. I watched her grow up, and she purred me through many a mental breakdown.

I have so many videos and photos of her, from every stage of her life. And the fact that I will never have any new videos of her antics, of her sweetness, has killed something inside of me. I'd trade so much to just get one last chance to cuddle her and hear her purr for me.

I wanted to share this, because Rune was my darling and I want everyone who possibly can to see her, and to know her and to mourn that she's gone now. She deserves to be loved, because that's all she ever wanted. There was no such thing as too much love to her.

So please, send her your love. She deserves all of it, even if she's no longer around to enjoy it.

[deeseelovez]

date*

pandora lovegood x roommate! reader 

summary: y/n and Pandora were roommates. y/n had always had a secret crush on the blonde. 

got this from yet another pornhub video

warnings: grinding, pussylicking, scissoring, facesitting, 69ing, just basically lesbain things. 

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Pandora was looking at herself in the mirror, she had a red dress on with the v-neck low.

“Y/n?” She calls me, I walk in her bedroom only wearing a very low-cut top and boxers. 

“Yeah?” I ask

“As a friend, I need your option on something. I’m supposed to be going on this date tonight with this new guy and I can’t decide what to wear.” 

“Okay, where is the date at?” 

“A fancy restaurant.” Pandora smiles and I could feel her heart swell. It always had be the straight girls for me doesn’t it? 

“I have this dress.” She does a small spin, I walk into the room and sit on the bed, “But I also have this dress.”  Pandora lifts up a deep blue dress. 

“Show it to me,” I smile, and Pandora blushes as pulls the dress over head, and she is standing there in a blush pink thong and a lacy white bra. 

I honestly think Pandora was the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. 

“Y/n, you’re staring.” 

“Oh, fuck, sorry.” I cover my face. 

“No, it’s okay.” Pandora giggles, reaching down moving my hands from my face. my eyes looking into her deep ones.

“It’s kind of flattering,” Pandora says. 

“Dora, I think you’re probably the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” I admit standing up. 

“Really?” She asks me and i mod avoiding her eyes. 

“Anyway, I got to go, ya know-” I starts to turn away but Pandora grabs my  arm and pulls me towards her. Pandora’s eyes searching in mine, my hand goes to her face and I close my eyes leaning forward and our lips touching so gently. 

“Y/n-” She says after a short kiss. 

“I know, I know.” I say, “I’m sorry-” 

“No, no. It’s not that, I just-” She moves the hair from my face, pushing it behind my ear, “I’ve never felt this way about a women before but,” She looks into my eyes and moves in closer, her hand gripping onto my hip and she turns her head to kiss me. 

I pull her hair behind her ear, her hand moves behind me, and the other one comes to my face.  

We move away, our foreheads going together, “I’ve liked you for about a year,” I giggled. 

“Really?” She asks moving away. 

‘Yes,” Dora moves my hands to her hips now and moves in closer. I wrap my arms around her and she kisses me, her tongue swiping on my lower lip and I open my mouth. 

“Me too,” Dora says before moving her mouth closer to mine again, and I open my mouth for her tongue again.

Our tongues moving together, my hand goes down to her butt and grip it ever so lightly which caused her to moan in my mouth, “Music to my ears.” I say to her and she giggles. 

“Come here,” Pandora says, cupping my face and kissing my lips, “I want you to fuck me,” Pandora whispers. 

“Are you sure?” I ask. 

“Shut up and kiss me.” She says, and I move us to the bed, she’s laying on top of the red dress she had just modeled for me. This felt like a dream truely, I could feel the warmth of her body heat all over me. 

My hands went to the back of her bra, trying to get off her but I soon realize that it was bralattee it would have to go over her head, “Tear it off me, who cares. It was 20 bucks from walmart.” I look at her with an eyebrow raised, but I just shrug going to the straps and pulling them moving the fabric off her body and throwing the ruined the piece of fabric out of the way. Her pale hardened nipples connecting with thin t-shirt covered mine and I wanted my mouth on them, it was a drooling thought. 

I moved away from the open mouth and toung filled kisses which she frowned at me, but I licked in the middle of her chest and then along her boob till I got to her nipple, taking it into my mouth and sucking on it. 

I swirled the warm bud in my mouth, and taking the other in my fingers twisting it, I sucked harshly the one in my mouth, and I earned a moan. 

“My nipples are so senstive,” She moaned at me. 

“They are so beautiful, you are so fucking-” I said before shoving my mouth on the other tit, I couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t get enough of the way her skin melted into my mouth, the way she was giggling and moaning into me, her hands in the roots of my hair, and the way I could see the excitment turning into a patch in her panties. 

All of it was so intoxcating, I was addicted and I needed to get this fix started, I wanted deserpabtly to just lick her pussy, to taste what she was like, I bets it’s going to be the sweetest thing I ever did try, but I couldn’t yet, had to get warmed up first. 

I kept going on her tits until she yanked on my face pulling me into a kiss, swirling our tounges around, my legs on either side of her hips, I held her down practically, her hands were on my jean covered ass, she tried to grip but she frowned. 

“Why are you covered up, it’s not fair.” She frowned and I laughed getting up, quickly unbuttoning my jeans and throwing my shirt somewhere else in the room, Pandora sat up and started to hook my bra for me. 

“You’re beautiful,” She says looking up into my eyes for a mintue I saw stars floating over her head, but I just move in, moving the blond hair from her face and kissing her again, startign the passinoate make out session from early, this time, her hand actualy gripp my ass. 

They were like silk running down me, “Can I lick your nipples?” she asked not looking me in the eyes but I lifted her chin. 

“Yes,” was all the words I said and she looked at me almost scared as she went in. 

“You can’t do it wrong, love.” I say, and wrapped her mouth around it and sucking at it like I did to her, and I moaned for her, letting her know it was good, and then bite just a small amount, and I really moaned for her. 

“Fuck, Dora.” I say and she laughed she her hand that wasn’t playing with my thong was now twisting my nipple, and she sucked harder and more. 

“that’s it,” I said, “good job,” I say as she leans back looking up at me, and I moved her down again, siting on top of her, and that’s when I worked downwards, I kissed her lips and worked down to her nipples agian pressing small amount of kisses to it, and spitting on the nipples as I went down, opening my mouth fully and sucking on the nipples of them as I brought them together. 

“God,” Pandora says, and I went down more licking and then going in between her legs. 

I move my hand to the front part of the panties moving them down a little and looking down at her, “Can I play with this?” I ask her, I could see the wetness all over her panties, I could pratically see the second heatbeat she had going. 

“touch me there, please.” She pleads nodding, and I smirked, through her underwear I found her clit and pinched it with the my thumb, “God fucking-” She says loudly, her legs starting to quiver againest mine, and I smile. 

I run my hand over her pussy, and I spread her legs apart more, only to go back to pinching her clit, the stain in her panties is getting bigger. 

“Be nice to me, please?” She begs and I start to move my thumb, playing with her clit through her underwear agian, this time moving it in a circlar motion which makes her moan. 

I sighed needing to taste her, needing to feel her pussy tighten around my fingers. I yank her tong down harshly and threw them somewhere else in the room. 

I go down, and look up at her and she nods at me, and I put my toung to her pussy, licking it, and then moving to suck on it, which earns moans of my name from her and now I could feel the wetness growing in my panties. 

“You look so gorgoes from down there,” Pandora moans at me and winks and I smile. 

“You taste as good as you look, doll.” I saw, dipping my tounge inside of her, and tasting her for the first time, I was hooked. I was a fish being dragged from the ocean but I think I like my new home. 

I could stay here in between her legs, sucking on her vagaina, making her cum again and agian for the rest of my day. Living on her cum, living on her, and I keep going, eventually adding fingers in, and spitting on her clit, feeling the strech of her pussy, watching her unfold, hearing the moans I was caushing was enough to make me nearly finish. 

“Aw, fuck, Y/n that’s it. I love it, I love it, I love your fucking tounge, your fingers, please make me cum.” 

“Cum for me. Please, I want to taste your cum baby.” I say to her, putting my face back inside of pussy licking her walls, and that’s when it happened, she came, with a moan and a small squich of my name, she unfolded letting it all come to me. 

She sat up grabbing me towards her, “Thank you,” She says to me wrappign me in kiss, her legs throwen around hips dragging me down, my clit dragged againest her vagina and I moan softly as we kiss. 

She can taste herself on me, but shse kept kissing me, “I taste good,” She whispers. 

“Yes, you do.” She says, “Let me suck them tits, please.” I move upwards some more letting my tits dangle over her face, and sucks the buds and slaps my ass with her hand. 

“Is that too much?” 

“Do whatever you want me with me baby. I am yours.” I said. and that’s when she took my nipples her mouth, biting gently on them sucking on them, her hand connecting with my ass jolting me upwards, my clit moving againest the fabric of my thong still and moving against the heat of her vagina, I could my orgasm moving aorund in my stomach, hearing her pretty moans still from below, feeling her still shaking from the one she just had. 

She looked at me with those pretty eyes, as she sucked me some more, her finger holding my tits up now, just opening her mouth, ot lick them, and I move the all over her open mouth. 

“I love your fucking tits.” She says, and that’s when I start to grin my pussy on hers, that’s when the tension became to much. 

“It feels too good, I’m going to cum.” I say, moving againes ther pussy, grinding on her, moving to where she would feel the fabric, so she could feel the way I was. 

“Fucking damn, grind harder.” I did, i move my hips harsher againest hers and I could feel the orgasm coming soon but first she moves her hands down. 

“I want tot taste you.” She says, “i want to eat your pussy.” 

“don’t have to tell me twice.” I say moving to lay down for her to have easier access to my pusy, I take off my panties, and spread my legs for her, and she did the same thing I did, she laid between them but she looked unsure. 

“It’s okay, if you-” 

“I do want too,” She insited and she put her index finger in my hole, her thumb going to my clit and the feeling of the orgasm was still there I was grasping it in my hands. 

She then put her mouth on my clit like I did to hers, she swirled with her tounge like you and then sucked harshly and that made me moan, harshly and loud, and then her fingers started to move in and out, she moved them quickly using her tounge inside the hole, she slurrped, I heard her, and lapped it up, I could see my juices on her chin as she went back to my clit, and putting her fingrs back inside of my pussy. 

“Suck a pretty pussy.” She tells me and I smile with a shrug. 

“are you close?” She asks and I nodd. 

“Just keep going baby you’re doing really good.” I saw and she did as I said, she sucked again on my clit and moved her fingers adding a third one, and the stretch felt good, and I was on the break, my fingertips grased her hair, loving moving it, and I moanded, feeling my pussying clench around her fingers and came feeling it, the delsious feeling that Pandora came from and now she moved up, laying on my body kissing me, letting me taste myself. I didn’t taste as good as she did. 

We kissed again, her tounge invading my mouth and mine doing the same to hers. her body rubbing againtest mine, her pussy againest mine, I moaned. 

“God, fuck.” I say, rolling my hips towards her as she moved againest mine again. 

“Want to go again?” She asked with a smile, and I nodd. 

“Baby, I could live between your legs.” I saw, and she didn’t move, she stayed there, moving her hips with mine, my hands went to her ass squeezing her cheeks, as we grinded togehter, my hands to her hips moving them in a better motion. 

“Oh my god, fuck.” Panodra says. “you feel so good aganest my body.” I slapped her ass again, moing her closing to me, gripping her, we kiss again, our lips together as our pussies moving together. 

“Here,” I say, moving her body, and I moved off the pilliows putting two on either side of me. 

“Sit on me face.” 

“No, I could-” 

“Sit on my face, please.” 

“But I want you to cum too.” She says. 

“Okay turn ass to me, and she did as I said, now you can fuck me while I lick yours.” 

“Perfect,” She says, and she leans over, giving me the pefect view of her ass and pussy, I moved my head to lick from asshole to clit, I started to suck, kiss, pinch, rubb, and anything else to her while she put pressure on my clit, and started to suck me dry. 

The orgasm came quickly this time but not without some work, I slipped my fingers inside of her, moving them slowly for her, and she did the same to. me. We both go slow to tease the other. 

“I’m not cumming first.” 

“I bet you will.” I say, moving my fingers quickly now putitng my mouth back on her clit sucking harshly and licking all around her thighs. 

“Y/n, that’s right there. Please, don’t stop.” She says in between suckign my own and I start to moan her name as wel. 

We cum together at the end and Pandora moves quickly to me kissing me agian. 

“You better cancel that fucking date.” 

[eternal-nyx]

I started HRT!

Whew been a minute since I updated hunh? Well, it's been busy! I got approved to start testosterone HRT on September 25th, 2023.

I was surprised. I live in a bible belt, conservative, state and town. The trans health care here is.....the best word I have is mental whiplash. I started with a PCP at Medical Group A. He said he wasn't qualified for tran's or gender care and that no one in practice A was. He then said that there are rotating residents who DO the gender care and he put me on a wait list with them. I finally got to the appointment after a couple months and it was so easy. They used my chosen name and pronouns. They were respectful. Almost too respectful They tap danced around terminology to try to avoid offending me. It was......strange? Surreal? Twilight Zone? The Matrix? Either way. It felt very formal and professional and I do very much like the resident. It was just a very surreal experience.

But she was satisfied with our appointment and sent out the prescription the same day. She even tried to work with me when I voiced a desire to avoid injections if possible, but that I would take them if no other option existed. She tried hard to make the gel work, but in the end we went with the injections.

Then the next stage of trouble began. My normal pharmacy was out of the medication. It's a controlled substance in my state. So I called walmart pharmacy, but they were out of stock too. So was CVS, but at least they offered to order it if I filed it with them. I called a few other local pharmacies and FINALLY found one with the medication in stock. But everyone was closing so I had to wait until the next day to do the transfer.

I wake up the next morning and call to make the transfer, but because its a controlled substance, and I hadn't filled it before, they couldn't transfer it. My doctor would have to send it to the new pharmacy. So I made those phone calls and got that all set up. The next day it's FINALLY ready for pick up but my insurance won't cover it at this pharmacy. They run it on a discount card and get the price down to approx. $40 USD.

As a low income family we panicked briefly about how to afford the medication. We ended up having to charge it to our credit card. But we got it!

And on 9/27/2023 at noon I did my first self injection of Testosterone!

Day 1: No noticeable changes.

Day 2 9/28/2023 @8pm When I find alone time and find myself aroused, I have a daily habit to get into me and my fiance's shared toy box and do my thing. Well I did my normal thing today, and I noticed I could FEEL things with my fingers. So I did a LIL inspection and it was bigger. Not by a lot but I KNOW my anatomy, and my AFAB parts are heavily hooded and usually don't extend past the hood even when aroused. Today was different, and that is ALL I will say to anyone about my genitals. Then when all was done it was less plump, but still slightly larger than I am used to. I HAD MY FIRST ERECTION! And not only that, but I have growth!!!!!! On day fucking 2!!!! I'm gonna cry.

Also….It's itchy. And I seem to be unable to stop being aroused. Whoops.

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I hope to do weekly check in's on my social media like tiktok and all of my blogs. The journey continues. Stay queer my friends.

Nyx [They/He/She]

[dtiny]

LIVING WITH A SMALL PENIS

I grew up in a small community. I had one brother and two sisters. My first humiliating experience and realization of having a small penis was when I was 13 years old. I was in 7th grade. One of my classes was physical fitness. Because 7th grade was puberty age level we were required to shower after class. The problem was it was an open room with 10 to 15 shower heads. Which meant for the first time in my life I had to shower with other boys. The first day I had to shower I was surprised that all the other boys penis’s were much bigger than mine. They also already had pubic hair growing on their body. I had no pubic hair and a much smaller penis. Some of the other boys were whispering and laughing as they looked at me. I was so embarrassed and humiliated that I hated that class the rest of the School year. So that was the first time I realized I had a small penis. The second experience I had was about a year later. My parents were having one of their many arguments. They were both saying very hurtful things to each other. I heard my father say to her “You never want to have sex with me”. She then replied back to him “ Well its because your dick is so small I cant feel it thats why I don't like having sex with you” So that stuck in my mind from that time on. I thought that is probably why my penis was so small was because I am my father's son. So I to must have inherited his small endowment

So after I grew up and finished High School I joined the Army. I also had the same experience in the Army that I had in 7th grade. There were know private showers. So again I had to suffer the humiliation of being the guy with the small penis, especially when it came to the black guys. So while I was stationed in South Korea. I met a Korean girl while I was there and ended up asking her to marry me. We got an apartment off base and started to live together. Well one day after I got off duty I went back to our apartment. When I got there she wasn't there. I was so worried because she didn't come home for three days. She hadn't told me anything beforehand. So when she finally came back I was very upset that she hadn't told me where she was going. Well come to find out she was afraid to tell me that my penis was to small. So she had some kind of surgery that made her pussy tighter. So I was shocked but I got over it. Eventually my tour of duty was over in Korea and we went back to the U.S. I also got out of the Army and we went back to my hometown. A year later she gave birth to our first daughter. Well after giving birth her pussy lost the tightness. So when I was in her I felt it was like throwing a tiny hot dog down a hallway. One night we were watching tv in bed. I asked her if she had ever had sex with a black man before. She said “ No, but she had always been curious about it” She told me one of her Korean girlfriends in Korea had told her that she had sex with a black man before. She said her friend told her the sex was so good because their penis’s were so big and they could fuck a long time before cuming. So I figured she was interested in black men. So to test this I rented a porn video with hung black men having sex with an Asian woman. After we were done watching it I reached down and felt her pussy. She was so hot and wet. I made sure to lick her to orgasm that night because I knew my little shrimp dick was going to give her an orgasm. So I became very skilled at licking pussy.

About a year later she got a part time job at a local Walmart. She worked evening from 5pm until 11pm. I never knew what time she would get home after her work. I had to get up early to go to work. So I would go to bed early. She always slept in one of the kids room as not to bother me when she got home from work. I didn't know that she met a young 20 year old black man at her work. After work they would sit in his car and talk. Which eventually led her to sucking him off in his car. Which eventually led to her going back to his apartment where they were having sex before she would come home. Well I noticed she didn't want sex with me much around that time. So I began to have my suspicions that she was cheating on me. Ao one night when she wasn't working I asked her to be honest with me. I told her know matter what she told me I wouldn't get mad. So I flat out ask her if she was cheating on me with someone. She reluctantly told me yes, she had met a young black man. She told me she didn't have feelings for him, but she did enjoy the sex with him. She told me she couldn't enjoy sex with me because my penis was much to small. So I had a decision to make, what to do about this whole situation. So my solution was to allow her to cuckold me. I told her that she could cuckold me as long as from that time on I be allowed to meet the guy and that she wouldn't meet him without my knowledge. So she ended up quitting her job at Walmart and didn't meet her Walmart lover anymore. The next guy she met was also black and an ex-boyfriend of my younger sister. His name was Tony and apparently hung like a horse. In fact the first night she had sex with him she came back bloody and full if his sperm. He was so huge that he actually tore her open even more. That is why her pussy was bloody mixed with his cum. She was worried she was going to be pregnant because it was near her ovulation time. luckily she was not pregnant with his baby. He was her lover for over a year. She had 10 different black bulls over our 18 year marriage. One of her bulls was a co-worker of mine. So eventually some of my other co-workers new he was fucking my wife and that she had cuckold me. One of her black bulls got her into sissifying me. He was over 10 inches long and after he had filled her pussy with his sperm. Him and her would make me lick his cum out of her and then thank him for allowing me to eat his sperm out of her. I believe if they had chastity devices then. They would of had me wearing a chastity device with him holding the key to the lock. Well her last bull was the reason for our divorce. She broke the rule I told her not to break, which was meeting him without my knowledge. I guess maybe she thought since the 10 inch black bull had me sissified. She thought should could now do whatever she wanted and I would go along with it. But I wouldn't go along with it, because I thought if she was hiding it. She might eventually have feelings for him and leave me. I told her not to meet him anymore, but she liked the sex with him to much. So we ended up getting a divorce.

I ended up meeting a Japanese woman from Japan. We hit it off and ended up getting married. After about three years of being married. She told me she didn't enjoy sex with me because my penis was to small. She told me she couldn't feel me inside her. So she stopped having sex with me. Shortly after that on my birthday, she gave me a present. I opened it up and it was a stainless steel chastity device. She told me if I wanted to stay married to her I would have to wear it 24/7. So I reluctantly put it on. It took a while to get used to wearing it. She told me little dick guys like me didn't deserve to be inside a woman. Because we couldn't satisfy a woman and would only frustrate a woman sexually. So she told me I would never be inside a woman ever again. And that the only thing my pathetic little penis would ever be inside of was my chastity device. She said I would eventually forget what it felt like to be inside a woman or have a normal orgasm. She said my chastity was permanent and that I would get used to cuming in my cage. She said she wouldn't cuckold me as long as I was good at licking pussy. She eventually added a urethral tube to my chastity device, so I couldn't get my penis out of the device. When it was time to talk about children. She told me she would do a prostate milking to get my sperm. Then she would have invetro-fertilization to impregnate herself. So that is how we ended up with twins. She really got me into the BDSM lifestyle. She became my Mistress and I became her obedient slave. So now we have been married for 18 years. I have not been inside a woman in over 15 years. And she was right I forgot what it felt like to be inside a woman or being able to cum like a normal man. The fifteen years in chastity has not only made me impotent but shrunk my penis down to a tiny stump. My balls are always aching and blue. Especially after she spanks my balls with her stick. while she spanks my balls she tells me the reason for spanking my balls so hard. Is because my dick and balls are so tiny and pathetic that is my punishment for that. But there is not much I can do about it. Now I know the frustration that my tiny penis gives a woman. Because thats how my balls feel all the time aching and not able to relieve them.

[subliminalbo]

10 Years of Subliminalbo

Candice Swanepoel: Mindless Pet Annotated [ 1 ]

Originally published November 28th, 2013

"You've done well, Candice. Since launching Obedience by Victoria, women just can't seem to get enough of our products. Sales have tripled in the last month alone." [ 2 ]

"Thank you, Master," Candice replied. She was teleconferencing with her boss, who had put her in charge of the Obedience campaign. Candice had traveled across the nation to nine different Victoria's Secret flagship stores [ 3 ], spreading their new product and enslaving the minds of customers who were now feeling so much more loyal to the business [ 4 ]. But they weren't the only ones under the control of this new high-tech lingerie. Candice was, in a way, patient zero.

"As a reward for your excellent work, we've decided to take you off of the campaign. I'm sure we have other models who are just dying to wear Obedience by Victoria. [ 5 ]"

"Master," Candice frowned. "Does that mean...?"

"You no longer have to wear the lingerie, yes." he replied. "We have other lines for you to promote, we can't be wasting you on one thing [ 6 ]."

"Yes, Master, I understand." Candice nodded. A part of her felt worried to be released from her boss' control [ 7 ]. She'd been wearing this lingerie for weeks now and was quite fond of someone thinking for her [ 8 ]. It was just easier.

Time fixed Candice's aversion to thought [ 9 ]. After a few days' worth of withdrawals, she no longer felt the urge for obedience [ 10 ]. With her mind finally cleared, Candice had a lot of questions for Victoria's Secret [ 11 ]. Like why they'd forced her to wear a hypnotic bra for twelve weeks [ 12 ]. So much had changed since Candice went under. Girls would stop Candice on the streets, and she would look into their eyes. Those empty eyes. And Candice knew that they were wearing Obedience, and she knew that it was her work that had taken this girl's mind [ 13 ]. "I love you, Candice. You are my idol," the girls would say, and Candice would remember all of those girls on tour. The ones who had just shown up for an autograph and had left with a new pair of underwear and an empty mind . And those girls had gone and forced their friends and family into mindless obedience as well. The campaign was so successful that CEOs of other companies were falling over each other to copy the Obedience bra's technology. Walmart had enslaved all of its employees to guarantee better service, and McDonald's was replicating the technology for food so that its customers would never eat anywhere else [ 14 ].

Candice was disgusted at this new world, and she knew something had to be done [ 15 ]. She first tried to take it up with her boss, but he was always too busy to listen. Then she tried filing a report to the ethics department of Victoria's Secret, but that too was met with no response [ 16 ]. Frustrated with her employer, Candice decided that she had to do something drastic [ 17 ].

Santiago Cruz was a young journalist trying to find her first major story to break through [ 18 ]. So far she was relegated to covering puff pieces like fashion at the Golden Globe Awards and the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show [ 19 ]. Candice had remembered Santiago from last year's show, but it was Santiago who approached Candice. She'd been focusing on Victoria's Secret in the last few weeks, after a friend of hers had gone completely off the grid reporting on the new line of lingerie. Santiago had an eye for conspiracy, and this really stunk [ 20 ]. So over coffee one morning, Candice spilled her whole story.

"They told me to try on the bra, and then... Well, everything felt so good. I just wanted to do everything they told me to."

"And you didn't know what it did? You didn't know that they were brainwashing you?" Santiago replied. She rarely looked away from her pad which she scribbled every possible detail onto. Notes on Candice's story, important dates, important names. This story was going to be huge.

"I didn't... And the worst thing is what they made me do. I had sex with so many men and women [ 21 ], and they made me go around passing out the lingerie, turning other women into something like me."

"That's awful," Santiago interjected [ 22 ].

"Yes. It's addictive too. After I was freed, I wanted nothing more than to go back. I wanted to be controlled. I wanted it so bad I even tried self-hypnosis [ 23 ]."

"But it didn't work."

"No."

As the interview wrapped up, Santiago asked if anyone in Victoria's Secret knew that Candice was talking to her. Candice told her about the ethics report she'd filed, but assured Santiago that no one knew she was going to the public with the story. The two women shook hands and Santiago promised Candice that justice would be served, then they went their separate ways. A few days passed before Santiago heard from Candice again. This time it was a text that read: New info. We need to talk. Meet me at our coffee place asap. Santiago said she was on her way, and as she left the office, she told her boss that she was going to check up on a new lead [ 24 ].

Santiago arrived at the coffee shop to find it mostly empty, except for the two baristas who stood stoic and guard-like behind the counter, and at a table in the back sat a well-dressed man with Candice, who sat on the floor next to the man, resting on her knees [ 25 ]. Unlike the man, you could not say she was well-dressed. She wore some gaudy kind of cat inspired lingerie [ 26 ].

"What is this?" Santiago asked Candice. "What's going on?"

"You're asking the wrong person," the man spoke up. "She doesn't say much anymore."

"Oh my God, Candice... What did you do to her?"

"My name's Ed [ 27 ], it's nice to meet you. We've reeducated Candice. And to answer your question, Miss Cruz, this is a trap [ 28 ]. For years reporters have been trying to out my company for one dirty reason or another. We're a blight to America's youth, we teach girls to be sexual at a young age... We just can't afford to have a brainwashing conspiracy on our hands so... I guess you'd call this the coverup."

"Candice," Santiago cried. "You've got to snap out of it!"

Ed smiled and ran his hand through Candice's hair. "Go ahead, my pet, you may speak."

"I was wrong to come to you, Santiago," Candice frowned. "Thankfully Master Ed was kind enough to take me back, and I'm sure he'd be happy to have you too, if you asked. We could be good kitties together!"

"No!" Santiago screamed. "I'll never put on your disgusting lingerie!"

"I'll make you a deal," Ed spoke up. "Surrender to me, and I'll let Candice go. Your mind for hers. Or... I keep Candice as my pet, and pull some strings for you. You'll have your own column, your own news show. You'll be able to do anything you want. All I ask is that you don't print that story."

Santiago looked into the empty eyes of a mindless Candice who was busy playing with the bell on her collar. Candice had trusted her to do the right thing. Santiago promised her that she would expose Victoria's Secret, and that this kind of thing would never happen to her again. But Santiago had only taken this story because she wanted her big break, and now she was being offered just that by Ed [ 29 ]. And Candice, she looked so happy.

"Okay," Santiago choked. "You can have her. No one will ever hear a word of this [ 30 ]."

"That's a good girl," Ed smiled [ 31 ].

[ 1 ]. This short was a kind of soft pilot to writing original characters, shifting the focus from Candice Swanepoel to reporter Santiago Cruz. It wasn't the most graceful transition. For example, it created this alternate universe in my series where Victoria's Secret is, inexplicably, a dominant political force responsible for the mass brainwashing of consumers. Obedience By Victoria would come up from time to time in my stories, but I mostly got around the absurdity of the plot by mentioning Victoria's Secret as little as possible after wrapping up Santiago's Story.

[ 2 ]. Consumers being targeted by mass brainwashing campaigns is an idea that I still find really compelling, partly because profit is the most logical motive for mind control, but also because there's just sort of this mundane evil to the whole scheme. Manipulating millions of consumers into submissive puppets to raise profit margins is very funny to me.

[ 3 ]. Yeah, again I don't really know anything about Victoria's Secret campaigns and have no idea where I came up with the number nine but I'm very surprised that Milwaukee was on the list.

[ 4 ]. Probably the worst example yet of telling the audience that there is mind control happening. These days I'd probably just be happy with Candice "spreading the product" (weird word choice too tbh)

[ 5 ]. I don't really understand the motivation to take the campaign away from Candice here, other than to create an inciting incident for the story.

[ 6 ]. From the mind controller's perspective, this just seems like a bad decision. How is Candice not supposed to blow the whistle here.

[ 7 ]. Ah man, I just hate interiority like this. I try really hard to not tell the reader what the character is thinking or feeling.

[ 8 ]. Subliminalbo cliche #3: mind control is nice, actually.

[ 9 ]. This is a stupid sentence.

[ 10 ]. Casually breezing over this harrowing experience right here in a single sentence.

[ 11 ]. Girl, same.

[ 12 ]. I am convinced that these are the four worst sentences that I've ever written in succession. I think it's meant to be understatement as a joke but it's just awful.

[ 13 ]. Classic subject-verb agreement error here. Fun fact, I was finishing up my first semester of freshman English when I wrote this.

[ 14 ]. So much to unpack in this one paragraph. First of all, it's like three paragraphs at minimum. But it's so weird that I didn't put any thought into what Obedience By Victoria is and how it works. Like, how is Walmart implementing mind controlling bras? How did McDonalds put inside fucking burgers? In future versions I think I made sure to note that all of these other companies were exploring their own research, but here I mostly just wanted to stress the sheer number of people who had been mind controlled since the last chapter and I didn't really care how.

[ 15 ]. Girl, same.

[ 16 ]. "Victoria's Secret's HR department" would have been less clunky language.

[ 17 ]. Why would she even try to handle it within the company? Like, what did she expect would happen here?

[ 18 ]. Hell of a way to introduce a new character. Literally just me explaining her archetype to the reader. I could have just pasted a TV Tropes page here.

[ 19 ]. In later versions of this story I focus a bit more on what Santiago actually does. In this first draft I saw her as a Buzzfeed journalist but later have her writing for Trespass, which is an ersatz Vice. Both have struggled in recent years, but Buzzfeed was such an easy target that I felt like Vice was more interesting to criticize. Anyway, I never actually say where Santiago works in this version because everything is surface level.

[ 20 ]. Subliminalbo cliche #4: the paranoid reporter who seeks out trouble because they suspect that mind control is everywhere.

[ 21 ]. I think this concept works better as a straight conspiracy thriller about corporate brainwashing but it's always about sex. What's funny is that I'm too young here to write confidently about sex so I just have the characters mention sex and that's the smut.

[ 22 ]. Don't like the word choice here. You don't "interject" when listening to a person talk about their trauma lol

[ 23 ]. It's nice to get a little bit of Candice's struggle after taking off the lingerie, but it's still really surface level stuff here. 2013 Bo is very committed to telling instead of showing.

[ 24 ]. Eh, this paragraph is fine I guess. I just want to call out how quickly I accelerate out of the scene. We get a brief stretch of dialogue between the two and then a quick summary of everything else they said. It really feels like I'm just trying to get to the end of this story. I'm also not really sure why I went out of the way to mention Santiago's editor, just weirdly superfluous information here.

[ 25 ]. There are like eight sentences inside this sentence.

[ 26 ]. The story follows the manip again.

[ 27 ]. Though I don't name him explicitly here, Ed is based on former Victoria's Secret Chief Marketing Officer Ed Razek who was something of a minor celebrity in the model blogging space as the creator of the Victoria's Secret Angels. In 2019 Razek stepped down from his position at the company following misogynist and transphobic comments, as well as allegations of creating a culture of harassment within the company. So uh...I hate this story.

[ 28 ]. I kind of hate the way my characters talk to each other in these early stories.

[ 29 ]. She jumps straight to the rationalization, holy shit.

[ 30 ]. I originally envisioned this story as Candice trapped between two powerful wills, but it's pretty shocking how quickly Santiago folds to Ed. Later revisions have focused a ton on expanding this scene and showing that Santiago ultimately has no choice, but I don't really feel like she's in a corner here.

[ 31 ]. The verdict: my worst story yet. Under baked and ludicrously rushed, you can just sort of tell that I'm writing this as a quick caption to a manip. There are tons of unfortunate real world implications too with all of the Ed Razek stuff that went down at Victoria's Secret, it makes for an icky story that I'm really not proud of writing, but it is important because it marks my transition to original characters. Of all my stories, this is the one I've come back to the most to rewrite, and I've finally gotten to a place where I'm fine with it. If you've read all of this I recommend checking that version out because it really has changed a lot (though a quick glance through it and I'm already finding things I hate about it).

[firebuug]

i had the most AGGRAVATING FUCKING DREAM and there's no way i could ever retellcit to recapture how aggravating and scary it was at some point because it's SO FUCKING GOOFY in hindsight. ill do it anyways just so I can have an entry for it in my dream journal

so I had a dream i went to a museum with my family and there was this guy and he was named after something kafkaesque mayne kafka itself idk who cares he had a big beret a big cardigan and reddish hair and he was cute at first and he wanted to tell us something via video on his pgone while we were looking at the museum and the very first slide was "Please Listen" but every letter was like a cartoon child holding up a sign covering their face and then he gave the rest of the video it was about like storm drains and their name origin but a friend who was with me couldn't keep watching it consistently because people would walk past and they were, reasonably, paying more attention to the museum and the kafka guy got so sniffling sopping wet upset when you didn't pay attention so we had to stop and watch this thing. and in the dream apparently storm drains were named after this roman dude named Detritus because he was found in a storm drain which makes ZERO SENSE and is funny as SHIT but dream brain is dream brain. That's only important because we were in front of a bust of this roman guy and he got to tell us about it and he showed us a scary video of the roman bust and i was dying replaying it and shit Anyways. at this point this dude was endearing so I went along the museum and was talking to him about how I thought it was cool that the graffiti we passed by was communicating to each other and the museum was on conveyor belts and platforming puzzles with the same material that you make outdoor school lunch tables out of, with the little holes in it. this will be important later

anyways im forgetting what happens after but at the end there was this room about the metamorphosis and something that ended up being ironic to the situation i ended up in, idk what it was, but eventually my family went ahead of me because the fucking detritus guy and I would linger around a lot and he would pull me back to tell me shit or show me something but at the end he would refuse to let me go out with my family until i listened to him say something. of course i don't even remember what it was but there was the fucking first slide again and i was trying to get the fuck out but he eventually ended up practically pinning me down for almost like an hour while I fought him and he tried to show me something until i said id go back into the museum. so I ran the fuck away from that guy and i was looking around for my water bottle l left behind. i could only move backwards fsr my controls were reversed. anyways I found my water bottle in one of the school lunch table material platforming puzzles where they would slide by and you have to board them in time. my water bottle was at the side on one of the platforms that would stay stationary so I was like ok a puzzle but I just gotta backtrack and ill get it back.

anyways of course when I went to board the thing fucking detritus boy caught up to me and grabbed my arm and we tussled until we fell backwards onto a moving platform. i don't remember details but I remember one of us getting our fingers shoved through the holes of the platform and getting stuck and eventually i went fuck it all I want this guy gone he's been tormenting me for the past HOUR so I shoved him really hard and he fell off the platform and into the endless pit below. and I was like holy shit I just killed that guy but eventually I got up left the water bottle behind and got tf out of there and caught up with my family.

indream i told my mom about it afterwards but she wasn't listenint bc it was really dull (up until he trapped me and i killed him obvs) qnd she stopped listening halfway and walked away. (and unrelated but after this the dream switched and we went to walmart and i grabbed a shit ton of snacks and there was chilchuck cereal. btw.)

the most aggravating part was that AFTER THAT the fucking detritus kafka guy would haunt every. single. dream. HE WOULD NOT GET THE FUCK OUUUTTTT. there was a my little pony dream and there was a pony that acted exactly like him n did the same attention-hogging shit and she jumped into a lake and tried to drown herself because nobody would listen to her so we had to save her. then there was a separate character that looked like him but in a different world in another dream where he and another guy got knocked off a cloud and fell 1000 miles into the ocean where he drowned and the other guy got pulled out. and then there was an invader zim episode but i genuinely could not fucking stand gir because he reminded me too much of the detritus guy at this point i was basically at the brink of going full joker mode because everything any aggravating person did around me reminded me of this dude who would NOT get out of my face trying to get me to listen to him . and then i woke up

honestly too blatant with its symbolism even if I don't know what it is, 5/10 worst shit ever im sorry i killed you man but you were making me freak the fuck out and bringing out emotions i haven't felt since i was friends with emotionally manipulative high schoolers. i hate this guy. why did he keep haunting every dream after him he was supposed to be dead forever. if i ever have a dream with him again im going to call the police. /j

[mxnkeydo]

so scarlet (it was maroon) ✧ sokeefe

✧ ship: Sophie x Keefe

✧ what to expect: it all went down went a book went soaring across the classroom but sophie never expects it to end the way it does. acrylic smeared on cheeks, pigment-stained clothes, and a whole keefe sencen later, maybe she never despised him as much as she thought she did.

✧ genre: romance, fluff, humor, sarcasm - enemies to lovers trope, human au, and a love triangle to torment you guys 😈

✧ word count: 848

✧ warnings: BIG MOMENT IN THIS CHAPTER WHERE KEEFE IS HIT WITH THE TRUTH ->

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✧ link to chapter four

✧ link to chapter five

✧ A/N: hello peeps! here's a mini chapter of what happened at dinner. hope this was okay!

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CHAPTER 4.5

Keefe walked down the staircase behind Sophie, chewing on his bottom lip. He was pretty sure he vaguely remembered Edaline saying Sophie’s father wasn’t exactly fond of having boys over. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to go very well.

As they approached the dining table, he noticed him. A big, strong guy with blonde hair like his own–except it was straight and combed neatly; very different from Keefe’s unruly, curly locks. Keefe figured he’d come straight from work because he was dressed in a suit, his blue tie loose around his neck.

“Don’t worry,” Sophie said, reading his thoughts. “He might look intimidating but he’s a real softie.” She made her way over and hugged his neck. “Hey Dad!”

Her father immediately smiled at her. He squeezed her back, enveloping her in a bear hug. “Hey kiddo, how’s my girl?”

“Great.” She turned and gestured to me. “Dad, this is my art tutor. His name’s Keefe Sencen.”

He looked at me up and down. “Sencen? Are you Cassius’s kid?”

I gulped. “Yes sir.”

Sophie’s parents looked at each other, an unspoken agreement made. Clearing his throat, he said, “Call me Grady. Welcome, Keefe, have a seat.” I slid into the chair next to Sophie’s, keeping my eyes down on the white plate. 

“Let’s say Grace,” Edaline said. She reached for her husband's hand, taking Sophie’s across the table. Grady took my hand with his rough one. And Sophie slid her hand into mine under the table, her gaze making my heart pick up speed as she smiled, no doubt remembering that moment at Walmart. I let out a shaky breath as I closed my eyes.

“Dear Lord, thank you for the food on our table, and blessed the hands that prepared it. And let us welcome our guest, Keefe.” With a collective ‘Amen’, they opened their eyes and dug in. 

“So, Keefe,” Grady started as he swallowed a chunk of mashed potatoes. “How did you end up as my daughter’s tutor?”

“Oh, Sophie–”

“Our teacher assigned it to him,” Sophie cut in, shooting Keefe a death glare from the corner of her eye. Grady looked to him for confirmation.

“Yep. That’s what happened.” Was all Keefe added. Grady narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but Edaline changed the subject fast; by the meaningful expression on her face, Sophie must’ve told her already.

“So! How’s dinner, Keefe?��

Keefe shoveled a fork full of spaghetti into his mouth, nodding enthusiastically.  “It’s great, Edaline. Thanks for the invite.”

“Not a problem, honey. Sophie’s friends are always welcome at the table.” She emphasized the word ‘friends’, almost making Sophie choke on her food with laughter.

The rest of dinner was silent except for the sound of their utensils clinking and their chewing. Afterward, Keefe was just getting ready to leave when Grady pulled him aside.

“Okay, kid. Here’s the deal: you date my daughter–”

“It’s– it’s not like that, sir,” Keefe stuttered.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, I can see the way you look at her. It’s obvious. If you two start dating, you better not break her heart or you won’t live to see another day.”

Keefe nodded stiffly.

“And,” Grady continued. “No kissing, no holding hands, and–”

“Keefe!” Sophie called. “C’mon, I’ll drive you home.”

“Got it, sir,” Keefe mumbled, zooming out of the room as fast as he could. The embarrassment was too much to bear. During the car ride home, he pretended to be sleeping so he’d be left alone to his own thoughts.

Grady said it was obvious. Was it really? Did he really look at Sophie that way, or was her dad overreacting? Could people see it at school too, when he joked around with her in art class?

But this wasn’t about whether other people could see it. It was about whether he had a…a crush on Sophie or not.

Did he? It had only been a week or so since they met. Could he have developed feelings for her already? He figured anyone would after spending time with her. How could they not? She had that gorgeous smile, those pretty eyes. Who said brown eyes weren’t to die for? Brown was the color of honey, of amber and onyx. They were just as beautiful as any other.

Don’t even get him started on her laugh, the one that would echo out into the sky and lift his lips up into a smile against his will. It was like magic, a magic he hated and loved at the same time. He hated the power she held over him without knowing it. He hated the way she’d always have the upper hand and smirk at him when she did, leaving him blushing like an idiot.

But most of all, Keefe hated the fact that his heart would race every time she looked his way.

It was time he faced it. He had a crush. A tiny crush, but a crush nevertheless.

“Keefe, it’s your stop.” Sophie shook his shoulder gently, peering at him through her lashes. Keefe rubbed his eyes.

“Thanks,” he muttered, getting out of the car and scurrying to the door.

“See you Monday?” 

Keefe felt his lips turning up. Damn you Foster, and that sweet voice of yours. 

“Yeah. See you on Monday, Foster.”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I (23m) the Asshole for not giving my houseguest (23m) a ride?

We're letting a friend of my sibling's stay at our house while he looks for a job bc he's homeless right now and it's a shitty situation to be in.

He does have a car but more often than not we're driving him around unless he's on 'personal errands', which can see him driving as far as VA or PA (we live in MD). The night before he had an emergency & needed to drive to DC.

He's a cool enough guy, but he's got some living habits that are a little annoying to deal with. (Leaves his stuff everywhere but doesn't help clean being a main one). That and literally everyone who lives here has been helping him out.

My aunt got him an employment opportunity with a high rep restaurant (bc she went to culinary school w/ the owner), my mom let's him use her laptop so he can work on his resume, my sibling rewrote his ENTIRE RESUME for him (bc his initial try got wiped by a glitch & he just gave up I guess), and I've been driving him around everywhere.

Yesterday, a beautiful day, he invited me to come with him ona nature walk. I was ecstatic but as soon as I got ready and we stepped out the house he asked me "okay, so who's driving?"

Despite him inviting me, I was the one who ended up taking us there and back & making annoying pitstops for him right before bumper to bumper traffic. (Fun Fact! I really really hate driving more than I have to!)

Tonight there's an event that I've been excited for all week that he just decided he wanted to go to today, but it's a black tie event & he didn't have any formal wear. He said he'd go to Walmart real quick to pick up a shirt and I thought I'd just meet him there. But then he came up to me and asked if I could drive him to Walmart & the party.

When I told him I didn't want to drive to Walmart for him, he said "oh, that's fine. I just don't have a job right now and I'm trying to save money. But that's cool." Keep in mind I am also unemployed atm.

I left without him & he'll be meeting me at the event but I keep having this nagging voice in the back of my head telling me I'm an asshole bc I had nothing stopping me from giving him a ride other than 'not wanting to'. I guess i'm just looking for validation or smth bc I feel like im going crazy

[hermitcraft-8]

the fluffy ashean au fic thats longer than actual chapter parts

When Sean laughed really hard, he wrinkled his nose up and bared his front teeth like some sort of rabbit, and he held his hands up in front of his face like he was blocking blows that never came, and he curled his legs up and rolled around on whatever he was sitting on.

When Sean was bored, or thinking really hard, he tugged on his piercings. Sometimes his lip rings, and sometimes he'd pull on his anti-eyebrows if things were really difficult, but usually it was his ear lobe gauges.

When Sean was too cold, he hunched in on himself, and sucked on his teeth until they whistled. He would never ever ask for a jacket, but he would always eye whoever was nearby like he was waiting for them to offer.

And most of all, whenever he was talking to someone, he would copy them. Little things, like how he’d smack his teeth when talking to someone who smacked their teeth, or he’d fidget with his hair if you did, or roll his rs, or just smile more.

Madi never noticed.

Ash knew she never noticed because he knew how she ticked. He knew how she saw people. He knew she saw the freckles on his spine when he pulled off his shirt and never thought anything of them, or the little scars jaw from acne and shaving, or the divot in his skull that his buzz cut gave away. He knew she didn't notice.

For the first week that Sean and Madi dated, Ash hated that more than anything. Why was Sean with someone like her, someone who would never think the way he slept with his head tilted all the way back and his mouth just a little open was cute.

And then they broke up.

Ash was there. He saw the whole thing.

Personally, if Sean O’Lainey got really drunk and told him he had broken his heart and he didn’t want to remember their kisses, he’d probably never forgive himself, but Madi hadn’t seemed too rattled.

And then Sean was theirs again. They had him again, back in their midst, and everyone pretended not to notice when he called them the wrong names.

This, tonight, was their first hangout since the breakup, and Ash was starting to think he was the only one who was so nervous he thought he would throw up. It wasn’t a particularly classy event- Sean had to go shopping and the others all agreed to tag along for old times sake, but Ash felt absolutely ill.

“It’s not like he broke up with us,” Lori chuckled, watching him pace the parking spot again. “Come on, he’s been our friend since middle school- your friend since kindergarten. You’re fine.”

Ash snarled at them, wanting so badly to communicate what exactly made this such a cataclysmically important event, but not having any of the words necessary. It was important because it was Sean, and Sean was important.

And then Sean's truck pulled up. It gently nudged a stray shopping cart, and everyone winced, but Sean didn’t brake, just pushed onward, parking messily and slinging his door open.

“Thanks for finally showing up,” Kyrie called. “I was starting to think you’d died.”

“Sorry,” Sean called back, and the way he shoved his shoulders back was the same that Kyrie did. He was in mirror mode, just doing whatever everyone else did. “I lost my keys.”

“No worries,” Miki smiled. “Glad you could make it.”

Sean grinned a bit, slinging an arm around Lori’s shoulders, and Ash's neck suddenly felt very cold and empty.

The Rome Walmart was not very impressive, as far as Walmarts went. Every high schooler in town had worked there, it felt like, so it was impossible to go on dates there without everyone hearing about, but that’s where everyone went, anyways.

Not that this was a date.

Another cute thing about Sean: he hopped up on the back of the cart when he pushed it, leaning forward, and his t shirt that was just a bit too small rode up, revealing some of the freckles on his back, and the elastic of his boxers, and when Kyrie reached out to pull his shirt down, and he looked over his shoulder, he mouthed a thank you instead of saying it.

Ash really hated having a crush.

It didn’t seem worth it- best outcome was him dating his identical twin sister’s ex, worst outcome was him getting embarrassed and losing his best friend. There was no winning here.

So he very firmly kept his eyes off of Sean’s back-freckles.

And then the other three vanished. Miki wanted to check out the toy aisle to see if they had any new My Little Pony toys (she was turning 20 soon, he thought, in amusement) and the other two agreed to join her.

And it was just Sean and Ash.

Sean didn’t seem phased. In fact, he seemed to hardly notice their absence, just looking down at the list on his phone. “Okay, I need frozen waffles.”

And Ash had no choice but to wander behind him like a lost dog.

“Hey,” He said, fully unaware of where this was going. “Why did you break up with Madi?”

Sean turned, frowning. “What?”

“I-” Ash was regretting this immensely. Why did he even bring this up, why did he even open his stupid mouth? “Nevermind.”

Sean didn’t speak, just turned back to the cart and kept pushing it along. One of the wheels squeaked.

“You wanna know the truth?” Sean said, twisting his mouth a bit, chewing on his lip. “Like, the real actual truth?”

Ash huffed. “I mean, that’s why I asked.”

Sean’s thumb glided across the cart handle the same way Madi’s thumb moved when giving hugs. “I don’t know if I ever liked her. I was just scared to say no.”

“Oh,” Ash said, almost disappointed. “Okay, that’s fine-”

“No, I mean…” Sean paused, turning to look at him, narrowing his eyes at him like he was trying really hard to think. “That’s not it, I thought I liked her because- Ash. I don’t know what it’s like to like someone.”

Ash stared at him. “What, like- you’ve never liked anyone ever?”

“I…” Sean squinted. “Okay, I might have. Once. But I can’t really be sure-”

“Who?”

“I’m not telling you that.”

“Do they go to our school?”

“I’m not telling you that, either, man,” Sean exhaled, bumping his hips against Ash’s. “But… I don’t know, it’s probably not a real crush. Everything I’ve heard made it sound like I had a crush on Madi, but I was probably just scared of her.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like, my stomach hurt, I got all sweaty around her, I had a nightmare about her dumping me-”

“Why were you scared of her, though?”

“I don’t know,” Sean shrugged. “She’s… I don’t know.”

Ash hummed.

Sean hummed back.

“Did you know you copy people?”

Sean winced. Ash wasn’t expecting that. A laugh, maybe, or a sheepish grin, or a shrug. He didn’t expect a wince.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry? What for?”

“Uh, I was hoping you didn’t notice,” Sean said, tiredly. “I kind of hoped no one would notice. I swear it’s not on purpose, when I catch myself doing it, I try to stop-”

“Wait, wait, wait, what am I missing,” Ash grabbed his sleeve, stopping him in his tracks. “Why are you trying to stop that.”

“I read somewhere that it’s a manipulation tactic,” Sean shrugged a little guiltily. “Like, a huge red flag.”

“I think it’s cute,” Ash said, almost defensively. “Like, hey, you’re paying enough attention to me to snap when you’re bored like I do.”

“I don’t-” Sean blinked. “Cute?”

Ash felt his insides freeze. This was literally his worst nightmare, and it was entirely his own fault. He let go of Sean’s sleeve. “Forget it.”

“Ash,” Sean said, weakly, but Ash was already walking away. “Ash, wait.”

Ash paused, sighing, and, not turning to face Sean, asked. “Are you coming?”

“Ash. Look at me,” Ash paused, before turning to face him. Sean scanned his face, carefully, lips thin. “You don’t call things cute, Ash. Especially not people.”

“Yeah.”

“You just called me cute.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Ash. Can you tell me this: do you like me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,” Sean exhaled, tilting his head back. “This complicates things.”

“Yeah, no fucking kidding.”

“I can’t date you,” Sean said, rubbing his lip ring. “Because of Madi.”

“And because you don’t like me,” Ash muttered. “Don’t forget that.”

“I never said that,” Sean held up a finger. “I said I only liked one person.”

“And… and, what, that person just so happens to be me?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“Okay, would Madi kill us is the thing-”

Ash was pulling out his phone before he could finish the sentence, shaking fingers hitting buttons he hardly recognized, until his phone was ringing. They both stood there, staring almost in surprise at the screen, until Madi’s face appeared, crooked glasses and all, illuminated by a computer screen.

“What?”

“Would you be mad if Sean and I started going out?”

She squinted at the screen. Sean waved.

“Are you stupid? You called me for that? I’m doing homework, Ash-”

“Answer the damn question.”

“No? Why would I give a shit?”

“I’m holding you to that.”

“Wh-”

Ash hung up, turning to Sean, who was blinking at him, rapidly, the same way that Miki did when she was surprised.

“So-”

“So.”

And then Ash started laughing. He wasn’t really sure what he was laughing at, but he was laughing.

And Sean, of course, laughed along.

[blurredcolour]

OMG CHAPTER 4!!!!! I am screaming crying throwing up. And it was all because of good stuff until the end >.> Trust (hehehe see what I did there? I'm sorry) me, we'll get to that.

Their letters to each other were so freaking adorable. I love them, your Honor. But I will admit, I positively swooned when Bucky signed off with "your satellite". RIP me. And him calling her the sun and the center of his universe just AAAAAA I love outer space and stars and constellations and what have you, so I ✨ felt ✨ that one.

You need to tell me if he planned that date and kept all the details to himself or if he had it peer-reviewed. Did he go to the British officers to ask for tips? Did he tell Vi and Ruth what he planned to see if they thought reader would like it? Did he sit Buck (poor lad) down and give him an hour-by-hour bullet point presentation of the day he planned to see if his friend had any suggestions? Or did he keep the whole thing to himself, wanting it to be something just for the two of them?

And it's been weeks since they've seen each other 😭 But when they do again they are so in sync that it's like no time has passed at all 🥹

Thank you for the boat scene. I could picture the whole thing with Blond!Callum so fresh in my mind from The Boys In The Boat. And when I tell you I laughed, hard, when those condoms went flying from reader's purse. RIP her, poor girlie. If it had happened to me, I would have died on the spot. 100%.

I have nothing to say of their afternoon/night together other than it was absolutely perfect. No notes. 10/10. Make them do it again. And then they both said the L word, and she called him by his given name and I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR!!!!

But then >.>

Like, I knew the phone call would be heartbreaking because we all love Buck (exasperated version or not), but this man dared to be so rude to reader. And not only that! Now that she's in planning, I really felt like at some level he was holding her responsible for what happened. And even if he'll come to his senses and see that reader is not to blame for Buck's misfortune, I will meet Bucky in the Walmart parking lot and I will fight him for making reader sad (and desolate once news of his plane crashing in nazi Germany reach her).

Seriously don't even know what to wait for for part 5. Can't wait 😍

Beatriz!!!! This ask is positively breathtaking 🥰. I adore you and am happy to answer all your questions below the cut!

Ok firstly - our man is not much of a writer but he goes for big impact! And with the use of stars and constellations in aviation I feel like this reference really would come from him?! Ugh so sweet ❤️

The date! He definitely got his hands on a leave guide, they produced them for soldiers planning to visit London, and also did a lot of *listening* to the stories of other people who had just come back from time there. He had planned on taking you out for drinks and dinner and to a show too but well, the universe had other intentions 🤭

In terms of peer review, it was definitely something he kept close to the vest, just for the two of you, though he certainly asked some leading questions of Vi, Ruth, and Mary. I feel like rowboats came from your love of Jane Austen books or something similar 😂

And seriously, how could I resist putting him in a boat with rolled-up sleeves, come on!!!

But yes then we get to the phone call…

On a rational level, Bucky knows you have nothing to do with choosing the targets. That you are tasked with documenting the [poor] decisions of the generals in that room, but his ugly grieving self was in the driver’s seat in that unfortunate moment.

And while your offer to beat him up is hilarious, it’s unnecessary, as he will be doing a very thorough job of it himself 🥺