#the hardest working women in show business

[frogshunnedshadows]

Got my Japanese CD in the mail today, and I am delighted to find it's entirely covers of US early + mid 80's movie pop songs. Bonkers.

[dilfl0v3rss]

baseball player!connie

baseball player!connie who is one of the top pitchers in the country. ever since he was young his family and friends knew he would be one of the best and they were right.

baseball player!connie who had been working the hardest on the team from his freshman year of college all the way to his junior year right now.

baseball player!connie who decided in high school that he wanted to get a degree before taking baseball to the next level and has stuck with it.

baseball player!connie who despite his 6’3, strong figure and prodigious talent in almost every sport, only took an offer for baseball, seeing that sport as his true calling since he was little.

baseball player!connie who would’ve never thought he’d be going to college with you, his high school sweetheart. you’ve been together since his freshman year of high school, always at his varsity games with pretty bows in your hair as you cheered on his team. you’d sit front and center, school colors painted in two lines on your cheeks as you sat in his opposite jersey with a bright smile on your face.

baseball player!connie who never leaves for a game without getting a pep talk from his favorite girl, your serious face always turning him on as he thinks about how you value these games just as much as he does.

connie’s wide hands were outstretched on your ass, rubbing and squeezing as he stood in his team warmup. he had an important away game today and you could tell he wasn’t feeling good about it, him and his team’s poor performance during the last few practices filling his brain with doubt. “ion wanna lose mami” he groaned, his neck tattoos peaking from his collar as he averted his gaze to the living room. you brought your hands to his cheeks, slowly moving his head back towards you as you spoke. “you been workin hard?” he nodded, hands giving your ass a squeeze as he thought back to some of his better pitches he threw during practice. “you still think you the best?” he nodded again, making you smile as you moved to your tippy toes to leave a soft kiss on his lips. “then stop worryin, the team feeds off you. if you go out there actin unsure of yourself then they gon be unsure of themselves too. you the captain ain’t you?”

“yes ma’am”

you smiled at the name, moving from his hold to pick up his bag from the floor. you slid the strap onto his shoulder before giving them a light squeeze.

“then lead em”

baseball player!connie who does phenomenal every game, but really excels when you’re there watching him. your pretty face and voice always bringing a small smirk to his face as he listens to you cheer after striking his opponent out.

baseball player!connie who is still in college, but is pretty famous since his games are broadcasted on espn and his highlights are shown all over sports pages. he even got sponsored by nike and did some commercials for them with other stars his age.

baseball player!connie who despite his age and profession, has friends everywhere. he’s had rappers, singers, pros, and even the nations best in other sports attend his games. showing their support for their friend. his closest friends are the nations finest volleyball and basketball players aran and ony. they were all around the same age and absolutely dominated in their respective leagues. the three men would always make time for each other regardless of their differences and busy schedules. the media liked to call them the three stooges for their funny personalities and when they’re around each other.

baseball player!connie who has different women in his face everyday, trying their very best to get the athletes attention, but they never got far. always getting brushed off with an “i’m married” before he’d walk off and look for you in the room.

baseball player!connie who doesn’t care that the two of you aren’t actually married or even engaged, during every interview he labels you as his wife since he’s vowed to love, honor, and protect you since the two of you started dating, no ring or wedding required.

“jesus christ c.p i gotta give it to ya. you’ve got to be one of the most talented players i’ve seen in a long time. you bat wonderfully, you run faster than a running back, and when your opponents think they have time to breathe they are plagued with your bullet like pitches. what do you have to say about your wonderful performance tonight?” the reporter said, a smile already forming on connie’s face as he looked down towards the ring tied in his laces.

“well first i wanna say hey t’my wife. she wanted t’be here but she’s a lil sick.” he said, a small frown on his face as he looked towards the camera as if he were staring at you. “i love you tho and i’m always gon thank you cause i wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for all those nights you’d encourage me and get on the field wit me t’work on my pitches. uhh what else? oh yea my performance!”

you giggled from your seat on the couch, nothing but put joy and pride filling your heart as you watched your man go on about how much he loved and adored you and the sport he was blessed to play.

baseball player!connie who to isn’t allowed to wear the promise ring you bought him during games so he ties it in the lace of his left cleat, always leaning over to rub it during games to let you know he’s thinking of you.

baseball player!connie who already pitched great when you’re there, but does even better when he’s angry. the sight of some random guy hitting on you in the stands made anger rush through his veins. his arm moving as if the ball were on fire in his palm.

“strike one!” the umpire said, the batter standing straight up in surprise as if he didn’t even see when the ball was released. connie wasn’t paying attention though because he was counting his own strikes for you, the first one being you letting this man touch your hair. ‘strike one’ he thought.

as his anger built up so did the speed of the ball as connie threw this second one as if it weighed nothing. “strike two!” the umpire said, the commentators going crazy as they watched your man throw another record breaking pitch. the crowd was going nuts but connie’s eyes stayed on you. your pretty teeth bare to the man next to you as you let him take your phone for something, probably to put his socials in it. ‘strike two’

your last strike nearly costed the catcher his hand, the force of the ball so strong that he felt it through the glove.

‘strike three’

“strike three! out!”

both connie and the umpire were in sync as the pitcher moved from his place. connie wasn’t paying the game any mind anymore, his anger at its highest peak as he watched the bastard bring his lips to your ear, whispering things to you with a smirk on his face as your eyes widened.

‘you’re out’

baseball player!connie who didn’t even let you explain that the man in the stands was a friend you invited from class before taking you home and having you face down in the sheets of your shared bed.

“got me fucked up furreal” he grumbled, his big hand colliding with your ass three times as connie deepened his thrusts. your cries and begs were muffled into the sheets, his other hand squeezing the back of your neck as he pushed your face down into the silk fabric. “got me staring into the stands every ten seconds cause you think it’s okay t’be all buddy buddy wit men ion know. tch….cuero grande mami” (such a slut)

you tried to move your hand towards his abdomen to soothe him, but connie roughly rejected you. slapping your small hand away before spanking you again. “don’t touch me. youn get t’touch me when you be letting randoms do it so easily” you cried loudly, your tears soaking the sheets under you as you tried your best to pull your wet face from the cushion so you can speak. “papiiiiii! s’not l-like that, p-promiseeee!” your beg fell on deaf ears as connie flattened his free hand on your back, pushing your stomach to the mattress as he fed you every last inch of his dick at a breathtaking speed. “uhh huhhhh. s’not like you was letting some lambón (ass kisser) be all in your face, right? not like you was letting him touch your phone and whisper shit in your ear, right mami?”

now that he put it that way you did look a little guilty, but you and the guy were strictly friends and you were determined to let your boyfriend know that. “i love youuu! o-only you daddy i swear” connie knew you’d never cheat on him, the love the two of you carried too strong for either of you to even think of being with someone else, but he couldn’t stop himself from becoming this jealous, possessive lover as his fame began to grow. when more people recognized him the more they began to recognize you as well. your pretty face and kind personality driving many men crazy to the point where connie had to keep a a close eye on your choice of “friends”. your easily gained trust making you prone to getting tricked into being friends with a man that only wants one thing from you.

connie knew for sure that was the case when it came to the man he saw today, his wandering eyes and lingering touches giving him away completely to your boyfriend, but you were naive, too innocent to understand that this man wanted only one thing from you. just thinking about it brought connie’s anger back up to a ten, his hips slamming into you as he lifted your back to his chest with one hand. “how yall meet, huh? he came up t’you after class didn’t he?” you nodded your head, earning you a hard slap on your clit from connie’s rough fingers. “que mama? respóndeme la pregunta” (what mama? answer the question) his hand snaked around your throat, giving it a tight squeeze to let you know he wasn’t playing, but you could already tell he wasn’t given the situation you were in right now.

“y-yes, he came up t’me after class” connie nodded as you spoke, already knowing he was correct. “and being the kind little lady you are, you invited him t’come sit wit you at my game, correct?” you replied wit a small “yes” coaxing him to continue. “and f’course he came, probably asked for your instagram on your phone so he could follow himself, said y’all should take a lil selfie to save the moment and begged you t’post it and tag him, right?” your eyes widened at how spot on your boyfriend was, his thrusts doubling in power as he listened to you agree to everything he said. “but you a my good girl so i know you ain’t post it, but he ain’t let it go did he? nahhh…he leaned down and whispered in your ear some stupid pickup line that made your eyes widen, and since you rejected him i know for a fact he ain’t follow you back, and he doesn’t plan on talking t’you ever again”

you couldn’t stop the little whine from escaping your throat as you listened to the wise words of your boyfriend. “m’sorry p-papi i didn’t knowwww” connie quickly shushed you, leaving light kisses on your wet cheeks as he pushed you back down towards the bed. he laid both of his hands flat on your back before pushing your arch so deep you almost screamed.

“you too nice mami i been tellin you this, but it’s coo tho. papi gon make sure you understand by the end of the night.”

baseball player!connie who spent an entire night fucking his lesson into your poor little pussy, making sure his sweet girlfriend didn’t fall victim to the bad, clout chasing, drama filled people you’d encounter everyday at college.

[leveloneandup]

For Christen Press, the Joy is in the Journey

Progress isn’t perfect.

That’s been Christen Press’s motto over the 781 days since she last played in a soccer match—and not just when it comes to her recovery from the ACL tear she sustained in June, 2022, but also when thinking about life as a whole.

“You have to accept that things won’t go the way you think they will, but maybe they’ll go better,” she explains. “Progress isn’t linear. It’s up and down and back and forth. But in that movement there’s more than what you ever imagined. So the imperfection—the struggle, the setbacks—those are actually the greatest gifts as you get to learn about yourself and you have the chance to grow.”

Press has had more than her share of setbacks over the last two years, as an initial surgery turned into two, then three, and finally four.

“I think every single time that I was told I’d have to have surgery, from the first ACL reconstruction and the three scopes that I had, I always thought I would be on the quickest timeline possible,” said Press when she returned to Angel City training in June. “I think that's part of who I am. I'm just relentlessly optimistic. I'm naively positive, and just thinking that everything's going to work out for me—and I never want that to change, you know? And I got off course of all of those timelines so many times that I finally had to actually relinquish that expectation of myself.”

In her two years off the field, Press says she’s grown and healed in more ways than just physically, but the goal was always to return, even if that possibility felt far off at times.

“I never thought about giving up,” says Press, “but there were moments that I thought I’d have to accept that I wouldn’t make it—or that ‘making it’ might not look how I expected.”

One of the hardest things about this process has been accepting that the outcome was not fully under her control. “I’m able to do a lot of suffering for success, and I’ve been that way since I was a child,” she says. “The question I had to answer was how to accept and be open to things I cannot control.”

Press had access to the best medical and rehabilitation care in the business—first at the Meyer Institute of Sports, an El Segundo rehab and performance facility specializing in elite athletes, and then with Angel City’s training staff, including VP of Medical and Performance Sarah Smith, Head Athletic Trainer Manny De Alba, Head of Sports Science Dan Jones, Director of Rehabilitation Sarah Neal, Performance Coach Michael Roman, Assistant Athletic Trainer April Seymon, and Senior Physical Therapist Joscelyn Shumate Bourne.

Ultimately, bodies don’t always heal the way we hope they will. All she could do was show up every day and try her best.

“I had to make decisions that centered my well being and full personhood,” she says. “To start to find my inherent value outside of excellence in the pitch.”

In part, that meant finding joy in other areas of life. She worked on her business, re–Inc, including starting a podcast with (business and life) partner Tobin Heath, initially focusing on the 2023 World Cup, then branching out to cover women’s soccer more generally. She went to the beach. She spent time with family.

In some ways, this time away from the game Press loves has been freeing. “The last two years have been the first of my career that I wasn’t evaluated on my performance,” she says. “I showed up for PT every day with a smile on my face and gave max effort. That’s all I had to do.”

Press’s return comes at a perfect time for the club: they’ve begun to build momentum with two convincing Summer Cup wins, against Club América and Bay FC, as they look ahead to the back half of the regular season. Playoffs are still well within reach heading into this stretch, a fact that Press’s return can only make more tangible.

“Her quality is inevitable,” says First Assistant Coach Eleri Earnshaw. “Last week in training, she scored a couple of goals that we haven't seen anyone else do yet this season in training.”

Returning to play after such a long hiatus isn’t easy for anyone, but Earnshaw says there’s a point the coaching staff have emphasized both to Press and to other injured players eyeing a return to the field: “your ability doesn't change overnight,” she says. “There are some things that just stay with you. Her chance creation, her separation from defenders—you’ve got to be in the right physical and mental place to be able to perform those things, to be confident to do it, but she is building those things up every day.”

“If we can get that quality onto the pitch for any number of minutes, great,” she concludes.

As Press anticipates her return to what she calls “the real world of professional sports”—one “filled with stress and pressure and often angst,” as she puts it—she’s going in with a fresh perspective.

“I’m determined to enjoy it,” she says. “I know who I am as a player and person, and I see this opportunity as a chance to do what I love. I told my teammates today: football is a miracle. It’s a miracle we get to do the thing we love.”

[onyxino]

Happy birthday, Aizen!

For Aizen's birthday here is some headcanons. Some SFW but its mostly just filth.

CW: Creampie. Oral F receiving. AFAB reader x Aizen. Dom/Sub dynamics used. Aizen is a whole warning himself. Slightly creepy and toxic Aizen. Panty sniffing and stealing. Cum play. Praise. Talk of sexual orientation. MDNI!!

Proof read like 3 times but my eyes fail me quite a bit

WC:1200

Safe For Work

I wholeheartedly believe that Sosuke is 100% capable of love. He just wouldn’t be able to recognize the emotion at first and would have a really big internal conflict regarding the matter. I think initially he would have the issue of not being able to tell the difference between obsession and love. Once he's finally figured out what he's feeling he’s now faced with the new issue of showing it because saying it is absolutely out of the question.

To expand further on my last headcanon, let's talk about Sosuke’s love languages! He has two forms of love language.

First would be gift giving. I think Sosuke would be very big into giving you anything you wanted as a sign of love. He believes you deserve nothing but the best so why not give it to you! You eye something at the mall for a little too long? Congrats, it’s yours now! Don’t even try to protest it belongs to you now so just take it. You do deserve the best after all.

Second form of Sosuke’s love language would most definitely have to be words of praise and affirmations. This man may have the hardest time saying those 3 big words but he will praise you from dusk to dawn.

“You’re doing just splendid, Dear. I’m quite pleased with your progress.” He says as he tucks a damp piece of hair behind your sweaty ear. This new training regiment he has you on is a killer but his words fuel you to keep going.

I plan to expand more on this in the NSFW portion! 

I definitely believe that Aizen would not use Kyoka Suigetsu on you. I can only see him using it on you in an event where it may be needed to protect you or prevent you from risking your own life if it came down to it. 

This man is the definition of LOYAL. Do not fret this man will not cheat. You’ll actually have the issue of him not leaving your side. In the world of the living, you want his phone? It's yours,  I mean you already know the password so just ask for it and he’ll hand it over. He will be a little upset that you don’t trust him but he understands you’ve probably been hurt before but believe me he will be asking for your phone in return.

I know a lot of these have been very wholesome but don’t get me wrong this is Sosuke AIzen we are talking about. He can and will be T O X I C. He has jealousy issues, make sure you aren’t talking to the pesky candy shop owner for too long or else you’ll be in trouble.

I believe he has the tendency to stalk as well. Trust me that man could tell you EXACTLY where you were at 12:30pm on July,3rd,2023. Even if you don’t remember he does.

Not Safe For Work

Sosuke Aizen is uncut. Plain and simple.

I headcanon him to be pansexual. I believe Sosuke has had experience with men, women and non-binary/androgynous people as well. I also do believe while he is pansexual and has had experience with all genders that he does have a preference. I can really see him being into Non-binary/Androgynous AFAB people. Honestly though if he likes you, he likes you and it doesn’t matter what kind of genitalia you have. I also believe that at one point in time even for a small amount of time he had a thing for Shinji Hirako (or maybe that's too self indulgent and I just want them to hate fuck.) 

While I do say he has had experience with people of all genders, I do not believe that Sosuke Aizen sleeps around. While being experienced he’s only had a few past partners for a couple of reasons. First being that he just doesn’t have time for such conquests due to being too busy with his plan for being the one at the top and all. Second being that Aizen only sleeps with people that he has a fondness for and for him it takes a long time to build up that trust. Being that naked and vulnerable around someone he barely knows just does not interest him at all. 

Sosuke is a dom at heart but he wouldn't mind (he actually really craves) soft and tender sex without the use of dom/sub dynamic. 

Sosuke has a huge thing for cum play. He loves the idea of covering you in his cum, it’s some sort of primal way for him to mark you as his. He also loves stuffing you full, creampie after creampie and then seeing it spill out of you drives him absolutely mad. Him knowing that you're so full of his cum that it's ruining your underwear and dribbling down your thighs as you go about your daily tasks gets him off.

To expand further on this it’s not just his cum he’s obsessed with it’s yours too. He loves when you squirt on his face as he’s eating you out, it does his ego wonders and on top of it all you taste like heaven to him. He is also absolutely in love with the sight of you creaming on cock, seeing that white ring of cum appear at the base of dick is just another thing that gets him off and feeds his already obese ego.

Sosuke Aizen love love loves to talk and that doesn’t change during sex either. He is very very vocal. He is the kind of man to talk you through it. He loves to deliver praise (In the most condescending way possible) as much he loves to degrade you.

“C’mon now, you can take it.” He coos in an almost praising yet degrading way as he cups your cheek in his soft yet calloused hand.

He has you on your back, tears staining your rosy cheeks. He’s halfway buried in you, if people saw you right now they’d think this was your first time taking his cock. Oh man, that couldn't be further from the truth, you swear every time up and down it will never fit. Every time you are proved wrong.

He pushes himself into you a little more, this earns him a whine that tumbles from your lips as you feel his girth stretch you out.

“That’s it, you’re doing so well. Now be good and take the rest of me, yeah? I know you can.” He says leaning down to bury his face into your neck. Then snapping his hips forward in one switch motion he’s sheathing himself completely inside of you. 

A strangled moan tears itself from your throat as you adjust to him. You take it now and you take it every time because Sosuke wouldn’t dare speak words to you that he knew to be falsehoods.

Sosuke is a panty sniffer/stealer. If you think you’re leaving your encounter with him with your underwear you’d be so wrong. It’s a trophy to him, a token of your memory for him as he sits on the edge of his bed stroking his length later that night after you’ve left. Wadded up fabric clutched in his hand pressing against his nose as he breathes deeply.

Bonus: He is definitely guilty of cumming in your underwear and forcing you to wear them all day.

Thanks for reading, I don't write often but i sure enjoy sharing when I do!

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[itsbackwoodsbby]

Laying Low

Drug Dealer Yahya x Black Fem Reader

Warning: Death! Drugs! Murder! Unprotected Sex!

Summary: You sell drugs with your boyfriend, Darnell, but you two constantly argue back and forth. One day, he tells you about how a man named Yahya is seeking revenge on you two for killing his cousin, Jayshawn, when you two were in high school. What happened next? Read it to find out.

Sneak Peek: This is the hardest part about working with Yahya. The sexual fucking tension between you two. Working with a fine black man as a beautiful ass black woman. There’s never a moment where he’s not discussing how you should just let a nigga fuck. And he’s a smooth talker. Even though you say you’ll never mix pleasure with business, it’s kinda hard to focus on that with your back pinned up against a wall, listening to a man begging to fuck you, as he feels on your body.

“Yahya… I told you. I’m not mixing business and pleasure no more.” You yelp out as he pops your thigh. “You gonna make me beg? C’mon, show me that body.” He says before kissing your neck, moving up to your jawline and to your ear to whisper, “That perfect ass body.” He smirks and pulls you closer to his body, thrusting his hips slowly into you, making you feel how hard you make him.

You about to lose it. Your biggest rule is almost out the window. You always knew he was just walking around with a big dick. Hell, he couldn’t have all these random bitches with a small one. But you remember he has a roster of women, which makes it easier to bring that moral back in and push Yahya away from you.

“Nah.” You smile and laugh. He sucks his teeth, “You gon’ let me fuck eventually. You know you want me like I want you.” You shake your head, “Nope.” You lie to him.

A/N: Okay, so this was a request ,but my dumbass deleted the ask with my chubby ass thumb. I know it was could I make a smut with this gif (not mines).

This is what I had in mind. I started this February 27th and finished March 18th. It was so much editing and revising to make sure that it was good for everyone. Hope you guys enjoy!!

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If you want to be on my taglist, PLEASE ask me. My nerves will NOT let me just tag people.

Since you started talking, you have always been a peaceful and timid little girl. You minded your business and would never say anything even if it bothered you. You weren’t exactly bullied in school because of this, but you allowed people to walk all over you and use you until you met him.

When you were a freshman in high school, you met Darnell. He was a popular kid in high school, played basketball, and ran track. He started failing math and at first, he didn’t care, but they said he wasn’t going to play basketball if he didn’t get his shit together. He got it together by asking you to tutor him. You said yes and tutored him after practice even though you didn’t want to. You started developing your first crush on him, but something in the back of your mind told you it wouldn’t work out, so you decided to keep it quiet. Which was a good idea, because he would rather not be caught around you. You weren’t ugly, you just weren’t popular like him. You didn’t care.

One day, you got in your soft girl era and glowed up. You became that bitch and everyone wanted to be your friend. You either told everyone to keep the same energy they had when you were “nobody.” However, you couldn’t exactly do that for Darnell. Since you still liked him. “Damn, ma. It’s like that?” is all it took for you two to hang out. Eventually, you two got close, started dating, and he took your virginity. It wasn’t anything to write home about, but it rocked your junior body to a new level of maturity and confidence. You weren’t that timid little girl anymore. You were the popular boy’s girlfriend.

Around your senior year, he tore his ACL during a basketball game. It ruined all chances of him getting a scholarship in basketball or track. He started to wash cars at his uncle’s car shop to make some money and get his mind off his school athletics. It lasted for a while until his uncle got into a financial problem.

One day, you and Darnell decided to visit his uncle at the car shop. You two found him unconscious with his head busted open a bit and the majority of his teeth fell out. Once he woke up, he explained that he got his ass handed to him because he did business with a nigga named Jayshawn and that he only had two weeks to give him his money back. Darnell was pissed as hell. His uncle was special to him, damn near his favorite person. He raised him when his drunk-ass dad didn’t. So what did Darnell do? Darnell became a drug dealer to get the money fast. Just a few little sales and he was out of the game. He even recruited some of his friends to help him.

You always rode around with him. Like his little lap dog. He didn’t mind it. He always thought of it as you being his Bonnie.

It didn’t take long for Darnell to get Jayshawn’s money. You went to him when he gave the money to him. Jayshawn came by himself, unprotected because he underestimated Darnell. Of course, Jayshawn teased you. “Oh, is this your little girlfriend?”, “She’s pretty thick. How old is she? I can have a fun time with her.” are some of the creepy things the old head said. Darnell was pissed but your presence calmed him down somehow. But the deal didn’t go through as you thought it would. Jayshawn started talking about wanting to add interest because he waited so long for the money. Darnell was mad, asking Jayshawn what he needed to give him more money for, but he wouldn’t answer him, just giving him a cheeky answer that pushed Darnell to the unthinkable.

He pulled out a gun and let off three shots. Jayshawn fell straight to the ground, blood pouring out of his chest. You stood there, frozen. You had just seen your first homicide. Darnell looked at the lifeless body, picked up the money he made, and tapped your shoulder, constantly repeating your name, so you two could leave the scene.

When you two got in the car, it was quiet. Now and then, you’d side-eye Darnell. You were expecting shit to pop off, but not that. You two go to his uncle's house to explain what happened. He suggests that you two need to lay low for a while. You were confused about why you needed to lay low. You didn’t kill the nigga. You were a witness. Darnell’s uncle just tells you that if Jayshawn’s people see you they would probably hurt you because you are Darnell’s girlfriend.

During that time, you didn’t get to talk to your friends or your family. Your mom was worried sick about you. She blew your phone up asking where you were and how you better bring your ass back to her house now. You didn’t though. You and Darnell laid low for a month before you two showed your faces.

Your mom was pissed. She claimed she knew that Darnell killed Jayshawn, how she didn’t want you around all that, and how you were a sweet girl before you met Darnell. That shit went in one ear and out the other. You had definitely changed after seeing Jayshawn get whacked. You were distant. You became disobedient to your mom. You still hung out with Darnell and came home whenever you wanted to. But it all changed after you started helping Darnell in the streets. You were selling drugs and murking niggas. The anxiety feeling you got when you saw Jayshawn die was gone and a new thrilling feeling rolled over your body: being wealthy and having power.

Eventually, your mom got tired of your shit and kicked you out of her house. Mainly in fear of when your ass gets caught, her house wouldn’t be raided, looking for you or whatever drugs you had smuggled into her house. You moved in with Darnell who lives with his uncle after his mom kicked his ass out as well two months before. You finished school. You were an honored graduate. You didn’t let the streets stop you from getting your education. Darnell, however, dropped out because he was already successful.

Now, it has been seven years since you graduated high school. You wake up and shower to do your housewife duties. You go downstairs and take a stretch before you cook breakfast for you and Darnell and his uncle. As you finish, they roll out of bed and start coming downstairs to eat this delicious meal you have made.

Everyone fixes their plate and sits at the table. As soon as they have their first bite, they dig into the food like they haven’t eaten since last week. You roll your eyes, but inside, you’re proud of this delicious breakfast you cooked.

After their third serving of food, you wash the dishes that you messed up. Darnell comes up and smacks your ass.

“Damn, baby that food was delicious.” He says. Before you can answer, here comes his raggedy-ass uncle, putting in his two cents “Well, of course, the food is good. You gave her some dick last night. Had her screaming for dear mercy. Just how I taught you.”

You look at Darnell who just shrugs the situation off like it’s something completely normal. You roll your eyes and continue washing dishes. You put the dishes up and head upstairs to the bedroom. Here goes the toothless motherfucker once again.

“Yeah, boy. She wants some more. You see how she popping that ass upstairs.” He says, trying to dap up his nephew. You slam the door.

You can hear Darnell and his uncle semi-arguing. Not about protecting his girl and telling his uncle to stop saying shit like that. It was about his uncle ruining his chance of getting pussy. His uncle's last words before Darnell followed you upstairs were:

“Well, I live here too. Not my problem your girlfriend is loud as hell when y’all fuck in MY HOUSE.”

You roll your eyes and just look at Darnell. He sighs, “You know he done lost a few brain cells after that incident.” You mumble, “Nigga finna lose more than that if he don’t shut the hell up.”He chuckles at your remark and then starts kissing your neck. You push him away, “No. I’m not in the mood.” He tries again and you get up away from the bed. “I said no, nigga.” You semi-yell at him. He sighs and looks down at the bed then back at you, “You seriously going to let my uncle kill the vibe baby.”

You damn right. You might be horny for this boy’s dick, but you’ll be damned if you have to listen to his creepy-ass uncle make sexual comments about you. Sometimes, when it’s just you two alone, his uncle makes even more vulgar sexual advances, including trying to touch your ass.

Of course, Darnell gets mad you ain’t wetting his dick up. You sigh, “Baby, why can’t we just move out of here and get our own place?” You come back to him, sit on his lap, and wrap your arms around his neck. “That way, we can have sex more.” You look down at him and see him smiling at the idea and he wraps his arms around your waist tightly and grips your booty, “Maybe, even start a family, eventually.” You add, smiling with him.

You feel his embrace loosen up from you. You look at him. “Y/N, you know how I feel about kids.” He rolls his eyes and looks annoyed. You almost had him. “Come on, Darnell. We are not going to get any younger. We should start a family.” You put it out there. He just stays quiet, so you get off his lap and just look at him. “Uh, hello? I said something.”

He ignores you and then his phone goes off. You get a glance at it. India Dior. You roll your eyes and get off the bed. You two went to school with Miss. India. She was very popular. Mainly because she is pretty, rich, and she could dress. She didn’t have much of a personality. Just being a hoe. Now she’s an influencer. Showing her big ass house, that her dad brought her and just showing off her beauty on the internet.

If being an influencer stops working for her one day, the money won’t stop for her. Her dad would give her money. Her dad is a big drug dealer. He is somewhat of a motivation for Darnell. You couldn’t say anything bad about Robert Jackson around Darnell, or he’ll become the most dick-riding motherfucker.

You get really sick and tired of seeing India’s name on this nigga phone. He swears it’s so innocent and that she's just checking up on him or that he asked her dad for tips on how to run his business. You know it has to be a bit more than that. You were born at night, but not last night.

He sighs and looks at you, “You really not going to give me none tho?” He rubs your spot and you push his hand away, “No because your raggedy ass gum mouth ass uncle can’t mind his business and you can’t even tell him that shit is weird and uncomfortable and you just ignore me.” You roll your eyes. He huffs, “Man, whatever. Always trippin’ and shit. You need some dick. Maybe it will help your attitude.”

And that last sentence is what starts the fifth argument this week. And it’s just Tuesday. All ‘cause he’s mad you won’t give him no pussy. Well if he would meet you halfway on this and move out maybe you’ll give him pussy more.

You don’t even want to argue with Darnell. You love the man with every bone in your body, but you’re always putting your needs and wants on the back burner to make this nigga happy. Can he do the same for you? Hell naw.

“AYE! Y’ALL TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Toothless screams from downstairs. “DAMN! PREFER YALL FUCKING THEN ALWAYS FUCKING ARUGING.” He yells some more.

You look at Darnell to see if he heard what his uncle said. He just shrugs and acts like it’s nothing. “I’m finna shower.” He brushes his way past you and grabs his stuff to shower.

You sigh and lay on the bed as he walks out. When he leaves, you let the tears out that you hid during the argument. Mentally, you’re so tired and your boyfriend doesn’t even care. Your quiet sobbing makes you even more tired, so you relax your body and sleep.

You wake up from your nap in a tight embrace a good hour later. You look up and see you’re lying on Darnell’s chest. You look up at him and he looks down at you and kisses your forehead.

“How did you sleep, baby?” He asks you. You look around, stretch a bit, and look back at him, “I slept okay.” You say and look away from him, remembering what happened before you took a nap. He sighs, “I’m sorry. You’re right. My uncle be out of pocket. It’s not cool what he does and says. I am your man and should be speaking out for you and telling him what he’s saying is wrong.” You smile a bit, happy he’s realizing his wrongs. “We can move out of here. Especially with everything that’s going on.”

He blows out some hot air and looks at you. You sit up, “What's going on?” He looks at you, “I don’t want to worry you. It’s Jayshawn’s cousin. He’s close to our age. He is coming for us.” Your eyes get wide, “Why? Like why is he now getting us?” He looks at you, “You know I killed Jayshawn while he was in jail. He's out now.” He continues, “I got an insider that said he is getting back in the game. He ain’t going to have anything like a gun or shit. So I was thinking we could kill two birds with one stone and maybe kill him and rob for his shit. That way we wouldn’t have to worry about that nigga no more.

You think about the plan. It’s risky as hell, but it’s worth it. When it comes to this lifestyle, you hate being a target. Besides it being dangerous, you’re also going to be stuck in a house with Gummy and Darnell when you have to lay low from cops and opps. You would rather not do that, so you have to risk it. But you are still questioning whether it was a good idea.

You sigh, “And that nigga will really be defenseless?” He looks at you, “Of course, he will be. He won’t be expecting anything.” You nod your head and smile, “Do you think we should bring the boys? Just in case shit gets rocky.” You add. He shakes his head, “Nah, baby. I told you he’s harmless right.” You look at him, “Okay.” He smiles and kisses your forehead, “Ight. We are going at night. My boy watched him. Said he usually leaves the trap house by himself.” You just nod your head and mentally prepare yourself for what’s about to come.

So around 11, you two go to Yahya’s new trap spot and creep inside. Darnell suggests that you two split up so that you two can find the valuables more easily. You agree with the idea and instantly regret it. Darnell starts being super loud. You two aren’t even in the same room, but you can hear breaking shit and heavy footsteps. Suddenly, it quiets down. You think Darnell has found the valuables he needs and now he’s off to kill Yahya. But instead, you hear a voice call out.

“Who the fuck is there?” The voice asks.

You hide behind boxes with some product in them and look around to see this Yahya. He is very muscular and tall. You bite your lips at him, but then you get yourself back into focus.

Suddenly, something knocks a box down, giving away your cover. Yahya rushes to you, pins you against a wall, and puts a knife to your neck.

“Who the hell are you?!” He says, almost shouting at you as he looks you up and down. You don’t say anything, just look up at the ceiling.

Your silence makes Yahya mad. You don’t care. Especially when you see Darnell creeping past the door. You start to grin, thinking your man is about to save you and shoot Yahya. But he doesn’t. He smiles and waves at you, sneaks out the door, and leaves you there. Your grin drops.

You should have known that something was up when you woke up from that nap. He was being too damn nice and HE apologized. Darnell never apologizes, even when he knows he’s wrong. Your heart shatters in a million pieces. You can’t believe this shit! Your first love really set you up.

Yahya pushes the knife a bit deeper. “I said who the fuck are you?” He repeats himself, louder to make sure you can hear him. Your sadness turns to anger quickly, “You should know, fuck nigga. You wanted to kill me for killing your cousin.” You say as you roll your eyes. He looks at you, “What are you talking about?” You look at him confused, “You wanted to kill me and Darnell. Over your cousin … Jayshawn.” He looks at you and laughs, “Ion care about no damn Jayshawn. I didn’t fuck with him. Blood or not. Besides, he died from being a dumbass.” He laughs some more and drops you on the floor. “Should have strapped up, careless ass nigga.”

You sigh, feeling like a damn fool. You stand up and brush yourself off. This shit is so embarrassing.

“So tell me for real, why you here?” He questions you and you tell him the short version of the story, “My boyfriend told me that you wanted to kill us because you wanted revenge for your cousin.” He chuckles, “Sounds like your lil boyfriend just wanted your ass gone.” His chuckle becomes a hard laugh. You roll your eyes, “Well, not to rain on your parade, but he stole some of your product and your money while he was here.” He shrugs, “I can make that money back easily. And that product he stole ain’t shit. Mid at best. I’m looking for a new supplier anyway.” You just mug him, “Good the fuck for you.” He laughs, “Don’t be mad at me. Be mad at your nigga or whatever for setting you up.” You shake your head, “Yeah yeah. Whatever.”

You don’t even fight to win the petty ass argument with him. You’re so heartbroken and honestly where the fuck has arguing got you, anyways. Heartbroken and homeless. You sigh and start walking away.

“Aye! Aye!” He calls out. “Work with me.” He says. You turn around, “What?” You walk back to him. “Work with me.” He says, licking his lips at you. “What makes you think I can run the game for real? You see I just got set up. You saw how I was just finna give up and let you kill me.” You list your reasons. He just smiles at you, “I wouldn’t have known where you were if the box didn’t fall. That nigga was the only reason you got caught. Possibly threw this over here.” He says as he picks up a rock.

You stand there, contemplating. Should you work with Yahya? You don’t know him. He could eventually do the same thing as Darnell did to you. You don’t know why he even went to jail. You look at him as he puts his hand out. He gets you when he says:

“We can get revenge on Darnell if you would like that.” You smile and shake his hand, “Glad to do business with you.” He laughs.

While working with Yahya, your life got way better. You’re well-respected in the streets. Everyone knows that fuck with you, they fuck with Yahya and that’s not something they want to do.

You’re closer with your mom and you two speak every day. She doesn’t like that you’re still in the game, but she loves your new partner because he doesn’t have you doing crazy things. Another plus for her, you both spoil her, so it’s a win-win for her.

After sleeping in the trap house for a while, you finally had enough to buy your first house and a little extra to decorate how you wanted. It was nice to not have to clean every damn day after two grown-ass men. It was relaxing to be able to walk around the house butt-ass naked finally.

You decided from then on, that you’d never mix your pleasure with your street business ever again.

Working with Yahya also means random bitches always interfere with work. They pop up at the trap house, trying to be under him and watch you as IF you want him. You don’t know how many times you had to tell these bitches off because they try to say something about you being too close to him or they’re even going to take your spot and be the only woman in his life. You reassure these bitches, they’re definitely not the only ones.

And don’t even forget about trying to work when Yahya is horny. If his phone dings and it’s one of his bitches, meeting over with. He will rush to drop some dick off in them. Or he gives her a quickie in the trap house and you are just stuck there listening for what feels like an eternity.

Currently, you are sitting in the trap house, listening to Yahya crack this girl in the other room. It’s so aggravating. Today is product day. Yahya gives you and the rest of the team some products and you guys move it. You take this opportunity to talk to Yahya about this plan you had. You two were in the middle of talking about your revenge on Darnell's greasy ass and then Miss. Brittani delulu decides to pop up so she can get her daily dose of dick.

When they return, Yahya buckles up his pants as she fixes her little sundress and her haYou roll your eyes in disgust. Yahya stands there, cupping her ass, telling her that he’ll see her again, and how he’ll be thinking about that pussy. You roll your eyes and scoff. It’s the same thing he tells all the others. Brittani looks over at you and she starts mugging you.

“You’re just jealous that he wants me and not your street rat ass.” She says to you. You look at Yahya, “Please, kick her out so we can work. Please.” You look back down at your phone, trying to spare her. “Bitch, you don’t rush me. You’re nothing. I’m a goddess. He loves me.” You sigh and look at her, “Sweetheart, you’re just another body on his list, let alone you’re the fifth bitch that fucked him in the bathroom this week. Please… tread the fuck lightly.” Brittani looks at Yahya and storms off. He chuckles at you as he sits down in his chair, “Damn, Y/N. You going to leave a nigga with no bitches.” You shrug, “She’ll be back. You know she’s delusional for your ass.” You look back at your phone.

“So, why you so impatient today?” Yahya asks you. You roll your eyes, “Again, I want to get Darnell back now since he has to lay low. He just robbed that boy, Stacy, so Darnell will be off the radar at his uncle's house. It’s an easy job. We can’t fuck up.” Yahya looks at you, “What about his uncle?” You lean back, “It’s Tuesday and his gummy bear uncle goes out, getting shitty drunk, playing bingo.”He laughs, “You always talk shit about that man uncle.” You roll your eyes, “Cause he’s mad weird.”

You two discuss the plan with no interruption at all. The plan is wonderfully crafted. Yahya couldn’t do anything but compliment your smarts. Then you two stand up together and you adjust your shorts that have found their way up your thigh. You look up Yahya. Finally, you notice that he is staring hard as hell at you.

“What, nigga?” You laugh. Yahya chuckles and walks closer to you. “You know you be looking good as hell to me.” He says. You roll your eyes, “Didn’t you just fuck your daily bop of the day?” You laugh at his desperation to fuck. “Don’t even worry about all that for real.” He pulls you close and grips your ass, “I want you now, so what is up?”

This is the hardest part about working with Yahya. The sexual fucking tension between you two. Working with a fine black man as a beautiful ass black woman. There’s never a moment where he’s not discussing how you should just let a nigga fuck. And he’s a smooth talker. Even though you say you’ll never mix pleasure with business, it’s kinda hard to focus on that with your back pinned up against a wall, listening to a man begging to fuck you, as he feels on your body.

“Yahya… I told you. I’m not mixing business and pleasure no more.” You yelp out as he pops your thigh. “You gonna make me beg? C’mon, show me that body.” He says before kissing your neck, moving up to your jawline and to your ear to whisper, “That perfect ass body.” He smirks and pulls you closer to his body, thrusting his hips slowly into you, making you feel how hard you make him.

You about to lose it. Your biggest rule is almost out the window. You always knew he was just walking around with a big dick. Hell, he couldn’t have all these random bitches with a small one. But you remember he has a roster of women, which makes it easier to bring that moral back in and push Yahya away from you.

“Nah.” You smile and laugh. He sucks his teeth, “You gon’ let me fuck eventually. You know you want me like I want you.” You shake your head, “Nope.” You lie to him.

He chuckles. Reading right through your lie. But he lets you go freely. Knowing that you’re going to give in eventually. You grab your bag and put it on your arm. You distribute the product you had and go home to relax for the rest of the day until it is time to put the plan in motion.

Around midnight, you swing by to get Yahya for the mission. He comes out of his house dressed similarly to you. You both had on all black. You drive to the abandoned parking lot that’s not that far from Darnell’s location.

You look at Yahya, “Are you ready?” He looks at you, “I should be asking you. You have chemistry with this nigga.” You raise your eyebrow, “No. Had. And the chemistry was one-sided. I loved him. He loved that I was a housewife, always gave him pussy ‘til his uncle started being creepy, and helped him do his job.”

You roll your eyes. The months you’ve been single made you realize a lot of things that were absolutely wrong with that relationship. Darnell LET his uncle say sexual things to you. He never protected you from it. Just act like it was nothing serious. The relationship was always 100/0. You never got anything in the relationship, yet you always had to please him and put up with his shit. Love just blinded you from seeing the unhealthy things of that relationship.

You two get out and creep down the alleyway, making sure to get caught. Once you get there, you two see an unfamiliar white car in the driveway.

“Thought you said he’d be home alone?” He asks you. “I mean, I thought so. That’s not his uncle's car.” You shrug and slide your foot through the opened window. “Aye, Y/N, what you doing?” He whispers to you. You just look at him, “I am going inside. Not letting this stop me.” Yahya chuckles, “You just want him gone, huh?” You look at Yahya, “Duh.”

You go inside and soon after Yahya follows you inside. The house has definitely seen better days. The house had a mildew smell. You can see in the dim kitchen that the sink was full of dirty dishes. Two trash bags were on the floor, while the one in the bin was filled to the brim. There was trash everywhere in the house. It was kind of hard to walk slowly without stepping on it.

You two creep upstairs and start hearing noises. You lean on the wall and Yahya leans next to you. You look at him and in the dark, you can see his eyes telling you to peek inside before you go in. You look inside and your skin starts to boil. This nigga is giving backshots to that bitch India. And you know it’s her because her flower-tatted ass. You turn your head to Yahya.

“It’s just my replacement.” You whisper to him. “So we good?” He asks you. You nod, “Yeah. Definitely good.”

You wait for a minute and then you burst into the room with Yahya. Darnell pulls out and lays on the bed and India covers her body up, crying begging for mercy.

“Bitch, shut the fuck up!” You say. You raise your gun to Darnell, “Hey baby. You missed me?” You give him a wicked smile.

Darnell starts stuttering your name out as you get closer to him, begging for you not to kill him, but you do anyway. India starts crying and screaming. Once she’s over the initial shock, she pushes you and tries to run out of the room. Yahya blocks her way hovers over her and points the gun at her.

“No witnesses, lil mama.” He says in a husky muffled voice. It honestly sends shivers down your spine, but once you hear the gunshot ring, you are back to reality.

You look down and see the lifeless bodies. The end of Darnell and India’s stories. You two creep out the backdoor since it’s the quickest way back to the alleyway. So many thoughts run through your mind. It feels so good to get revenge. Not just for him setting you up, but just for being a horrible boyfriend to you. You didn’t deserve all that shit.

You two slip into your car and you ride off to Yahya’s house to drop him off. It was quiet. Mainly cause you’re still in your head. On the one hand, you’re happy as hell. But on the other hand, you couldn’t help the remorseful feeling you had. You killed someone’s son, someone’s best friend, someone’s favorite person, and even though you hated his ass, someone’s nephew. And even though you didn’t care for India, you killed someone’s daughter. And not just someone’s, Robert Jackson’s daughter.

Your stomach begins to get queasy. Your hands start shaking on the wheel. You try to think about something else so you won’t be so tense while driving. You start thinking about what you will do while staying off the radar. Maybe learn a new hobby or maybe get back into writing.

At a red light, you look over at Yahya. You see he’s just been eyeing you. He wasn’t checking you out, he was trying to figure out what’s on your mind. You smile at him, hoping he can’t read that you’re starting to feel guilty.

“So what are you going to do while you keep a low profile?” You ask him. He looks at you, “Low profile? Why do I need to lay low?” You look at him, “You just killed a drug dealer’s daughter. A big drug dealer at that, Yahya.” He looks at you, “And? What does that mean to me?” You look at him, “You know he is going to send his boys on you?” He leans back in his seat, “Yeah, but who’s really going to be stupid enough to kill me?” He says, all arrogant and you roll your eyes, which makes him laugh, “Nah, all serious though. I like to walk around with a target on my chest every day. If niggas see me, they just see me. Nine times outta ten, they not gon’ do shit.”

You look at him like he’s a crazy man, “Well, I am.” You say as you resume driving. “I hate being a target. And I am definitely one now.” You sigh, “I just hate that now I have to do it by myself.” He looks at you, “I’ll spend it with you.” He starts, “Well, if you don’t mind.” You smile, “Yeah. If you don’t mind not fucking your hoes for a while.” He chuckles, “I have self-control.”

You two laugh, knowing damn well that he doesn’t have self-control. He’s a horny dog. You were curious though on why he would want to lay with you, knowing you won’t let him fuck any random women in your home. Knowing that you won’t even let him fuck you.

“So why you want to spend it with me?” You ask him. He breathes in before talking, “To protect you, let you feel safe about this, so you won’t be in your head the whole time and spooking yourself. So you won’t be alone.” He touches your shoulder.

You smile, almost shed a tear. It feels good to know someone is willing to protect you during this time. You arrive at Yahya’s house and park on the curb. You wait as he packs his things. A few minutes later, he moves his car into the garage and walks back to your car. He throws his bag in the back and gets in. You drive to your place and drive your car in your garage. He gets his bag and you two head inside.

As you get inside, you tell Yahya that you are about to hop in the shower and sleep afterward and you tell him where the guest room is. You go into your room, strip down, and head to your bathroom. You shower, making sure you get squeaky clean. After your shower, you get dressed in an oversized shirt. No bra and panties. You relax your body on your bed and close your eyes.

… … …

You couldn’t sleep. Every time you close your eyes, you see Darnell’s body. You didn’t understand. You killed people before, why is Darnell’s death fucking with you? You sigh and get out of your bed. Slowly, you walk to the guest room and lightly tap on the door. Yahya opens the door and leans on the doorframe. His tall muscular body hovers over you. He was wearing basketball shorts and a gray tank top.

“Can I come in?” You ask him. He shakes his head yes and moves out of the way for you. He lays back down and pats the bed, “Come on, lay down.” You smile and lie down next to him. He puts the blanket on you and wraps his arm around you. “It’s going to be okay, Y/N. I got you.”

As the days went by, you had a lot of fun with Yahya. You two play card games and watch movies. He even helps you learn a new hobby, drawing and painting. Yahya was still leaving to handle things at the trap house. When he comes back, you have a hot meal waiting for him.

You learn more about each other. Yahya always wanted to be an architect, but because he went to jail for armed robbery. Since he was 17, he got charged as an adult, but he got a minimum of ten years since he was young and he didn’t have much involvement in it. Eight years later, he got out early for good behavior, even though he was far from being good in jail. Since he couldn’t get a job as an architect, he turned back to what he knew. The streets.

Your dreams for your future job have always changed. You wanted to be a singer, but you didn’t like the idea of singing in front of millions of people. You wanted to be a writer, but you think your writings are ass and not tasteful for anyone, but yourself. You wanted to do hair, but you met Darnell, so then you decided to just be a basketball player’s wife. That took a turn and you became a drug dealer’s toy and followed him in the streets and did dirty jobs with him.

Yahya is at the trap house today. He told you that he was going to be back a little late. You decide to clean around the house and do some laundry. You finish that and Yahya still wasn’t here. So you go to your office and you write some ideas for your next story. Yahya still wasn’t here. You decide to cook dinner and he finally comes to the house. It’s like he knows when you’re done cooking.

“Sorry, I am late. Moni ran into some problems. Had to help her.” He walks to the kitchen and wash his hands. You look at him, examining the fact that he has blood on his shirt. You clear your throat and point to the stain. He looks at it, “Oh shit! I didn’t know that was there.” You laugh, “Well, is Moni okay?” He shakes his head, “Yeah, just shaken up. Some guys tried to rob her as she was walking out.” He takes off the blood-stained button-up shirt.

You try not to, but you replay the way he unbuttoned it. Slowly revealing his abs. He takes the shirt off, showing those muscular arms that you wish could wrap around your body. Wishing that for a few moments, you weren’t so hellbent on not mixing business with pleasure.

“Go shower, so you can eat.” You tell him. He chuckles, “Yes, ma’am. I will, mama.” He walks upstairs.

You lean on the counter. You know he meant it in a teasing way, but it still did something for you in between your thighs. He was undeniably fine. He is your type of man. He walks around with facial expressions of confidence and besides Robert, he’s the second feared man in the city, which makes you even more wetter thinking when you catch yourself thinking of him.

He comes downstairs in a white tee and grey sweats. You two fix your plates and eat at the dinner table. He compliments your cooking as usual. You try to wash the dishes, but he tells you to go sit down. You don’t argue with him. You sit down and start reading some of your works.

“What are you reading?” Yahya says a few minutes later. He sits down next to you as You close the binder quickly. “Uh… nothing.” You smile. “C’mon, tell me.” He says and you just shake your head.

He looks at you a while before grabbing the blue binder and opening it. You try to take it back, but he moves it away from you. You sigh and laugh at his childish ass. He opens it and examines it at first.

“You wrote this?” He raises his eyebrow at you. You look down, “Uh, yeah.” He chuckles, “This is nice.” He smiles at you.

He starts to read your story out loud. His husky voice was soothing and helped bring the characters together in your head. Then he gets to the sexual parts, and his voice is giving you the best eargasm, as well as bringing you close to an orgasm.

Your thighs rub against each other. Then, you feel his hand raise from your leg to your thighs. Your eyes meet his and you stare for a while before he kisses you. You didn’t even hesitate to kiss him back. He pulls you on top of him and grips your waist tightly. Then, he stops and moves you away from him.

“I'm sorry. I know you said that you're not mixing business and pleasure.” He says and looks at you. You just look at him, feeling hazy. The kiss was intoxicating. You had to do it again.

You damn near jump in his lap and kiss him. He is shocked, but he pulls your body close to his as he kisses you back. You lay back on the couch and he is in between your legs. He pins your wrists, together, and kisses your neck. He goes up your jawline and tugs your ear.

“So you going to give me that pussy now?” He whispers in your ear. He thrust himself onto you. Your eyes roll back to your, “Fuck Yahya. Yes.” You cooed out to him.

He smiles and picks you up to take you to your bedroom. So many thoughts were running through your head. You felt his dick brushing against your shorts. His dick is too big. Will he even fit? You were nervous, but you needed to feel him deep inside of you.

Your thoughts are interrupted as your back touches your dresser. Your shirt, shorts, and underwear go flying everywhere in your room. He walks back a bit and admires your body. You couldn’t help but smile and look down.

“No. Look at me.” He says. You look at him. Your smile was bright enough to white the room. “Damn, you’re so beautiful.” He walks back to you, kisses you, and lowers down to your neck. “Your body is so perfect.” His breath tickles your neck.

He massages your left breast and sucks on the right. Your body shivers and gets covered in goosebumps. He rubs your body, lowers down to kiss your stomach, and spreads your legs apart. He looks at your sticky wet mess in between your legs. He practically starts drooling over it.

You giggle and snap your fingers, “Sir, are you okay?’ He chuckles, “Yeah, yeah. My bad.” He says as he pushes your back against the mirror behind you and rubs your slit. Your body hitches up, “Oh fuck!” He lowers down and dips his tongue inside for a taste and he couldn’t get enough.

He starts eating you out and you bite your moan in. He pops your thigh. “Let me hear you, mamas.” Your mouth hangs up and you moan. He smiles and flicks your clit as he adds a finger in. You grip his head and push him deeper into your pussy. “Shit, baby. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” His fingers curve, making you cry out.

He nibs and bites on your clit, adding another finger, and you lose your mind. You grip the sheets and look down at him as you start riding his face, feeling your body get closer to your climax. He looks up at you and pulls your body closer to him so he can devour your pussy more. Your body jerks up and you let out a sudden scream as you let go of your orgasm.

You catch your breath and look down at him, pulling him up to kiss him so you can taste yourself on his lips. He slips his tongue in your mouth and explores around. He scoops you off the dresser and lays you on your silk-covered bed without breaking the kiss. You hear his pants unzip and the ruffling of his pants and boxers going down to the floor. You feel his dick glide on your clit. He eases his tip inside you. You gasp and jerk your body.

“No, no! It’s too big.” You try to stop him. He kisses your neck, “It’s okay. It’s okay, mamas.” He wipes your tears away. “I got you.” He kisses your cheek. You breathe and try to relax as the initial stingy sensation washes over your body. He eases the rest of himself inside you and holds himself right there. “You can move.” You tell him, once you get a bit used to him.

He doesn’t move. Instead, he looks into your eyes, with a smirk, “Beg for it.” He gives you a deep slow stroke, making your eyes widen “Oh shit.” You drag the moan out of your mouth.

You knew why he wanted you to beg. Because you held out on giving him pussy for months. You’re not the type to beg, never begged in your life. But over this dick, you had to. “Yahya, please. Please fuck me.” You whimper as his strokes get slower and slower. With a cheeky smile, he drives his dick inside you at a rapid pace. This is what you wanted. This is what you need.

He pins your feet behind your head, getting deeper into your stomach. He is where you need his dick to be. Pleasure begins filling your body up. It’s too much. You push him away a bit, “Yahya, wait… it’s too much.” He pins your wrists to your ankles, putting more pressure on your stomach, “Nah, take it. You keep this wet ass pussy away from me.” He groans before slamming inside you.

You close your eyes and whine out. You wish you would have never held back from getting fucked by him if you knew he was this good at fucking. He lets your hands go and comes down tongue-kiss you. You wrap your hands around his neck. He starts going faster, hitting your spot over and over again.

You gasp and break the kiss, “Fuck! Fuck! Right there, right there.” You beg him to keep hitting that spot. “That’s what you want? You want me to make that pussy come for me.” He groans, looking down at you.

You’re a broken record, whimpering the word yes over and over. He smiles and kisses your neck. You convulse around his dick as you're getting closer to your climax again. Your body arches up as you cum. Yahya’s strokes begin getting sloppy, making a squelch sound. He floods his nut inside you. He rests his head on your neck and catches his breath.

He gets up off you and stands up to examine your exhausted body. You lift your head to look at him. He smiles and looks at you with a smirk. “If you think I can go again, you’re a madman.” You laugh and lay your head back on your bed. “Nah, I just want you to clean this dick up.” His smirk grows.

You laugh and look at him. His dick was still hard. You had to show the fuck out when giving this man head. For fucking you like that, you wanted to place him on a high throne for blessing you with good dick like that. You get on your knees and you place his dick in your mouth. You bob your head up and down.

He throws his head back, “Shit.” He grips your head and starts fucking your mouth. He goes faster, making his dick hit the back of your throat. “Shit mamas. You tryna make me cum again. I just clean it.”

You pop his dick out your mouth and spit on it to get it wet. As your saliva drips to his balls, you catch it and start sucking on his balls. Your hand starts stroking his thick shaft fast. You start tasting his precum, giggling. “Nut for me, daddy.”

You come back up and suck his dick again, faster this time. His body starts shivering as he looks down at you. “You are crazy.” He groans as his dick begins to twitch in your mouth. A second later, he starts coming into your mouth. You swallow and look at him.

He falls back on the bed and face palms. “Shit! That was amazing.” You lay on his chest, “Yes it was.” You giggle and kiss his glistening sweaty chest. “Should have let me do that sooner.” He says before kissing your forehead. You yawn, “Yeah. I definitely should have.”

You are happy you threw that rule out of the way. Because you just got the best dick your pussy has ever had. But you couldn’t help but think how it would affect your relationship and your work with Yahya or if would it affect it at all. You shrug, putting off as a problem future you would have to deal with. Besides, you’re not going to let your thoughts ruin your high from the amazing sex you just had.

You two lay in bed talking for a bit, until you hear light snores coming from Yahya. You laugh quietly, kiss his cheek, and go to sleep.

[brian-in-finance]

After the onslaught of criticism about her IFTA look, I thought of putting together some of Cait's quotes, a look into her character and what she's about.

“I respect and admire people who put work before fame, and life before work.”

"I think as women sometimes we can judge other women's journeys, actions a lot more harshly than we would if it was a man."

"I think there's something in the DNA of actors that we thrive on the lack of stability or regime. I relish the unpredictability of it in many ways."

The sexiest things about a man are, "Integrity, smarts and kindness".

"I just want to be happy in my life. I want to stay sane. I'm lucky that I have a job that I love. It's very important that your career can't be your only thing. So, I feel lucky that I've also found someone who makes me very happy. As long as I can keep those two things going well, then I'll be good."

"While 'Outlander' is a brilliant period show, Claire represents so many qualities of a 10th century modern-day woman: someone who is forging her own path, fighting for what she believes, and doing so with integrity."

"It's such a compliment when people say they can see 'thoughts' on your face. I started theater before modeling and the frustrated actress within me made work interesting by viewing a character or story in the head with interior monologues."

"Life is meant to be lived and not put on the back-burner for one day when you will have time. I love my job and I love work but it can’t be the be-all and end-all." 

“You have to fight to create the life that you want. I’ve been lucky and had a very varied and interesting career so far, but I’m always thinking about the next chapter.”

"I'm very young at heart but combined with a bit of an old soul. I have two sides of myself, one side is this cray-likes-to-party side, and then the other side likes-to-hibernate-and-keep-quiet-and-read. Those two sides constantly battle and that's why I'm crazy!"

"It was something I've been wanting for a while. There's sometimes fear about actors who become producers—that they're going to try to throw their weight around. For me, it's an expansion of growing within this industry. I like to problem solve. I like to look around at what every single person is doing, and [ask], how can we make things better?"

"Wrinkles equal time, equal life . . . trying to love them."

"SM brings out the very worst in people and makes us feel worse and worse about ourselves. So I'm trying to do, at least one day a week, hopefully 2 days a week, where I just step back and, I've been trying to do it recently and because I really felt like I needed to ... there's so much anger going on and there's so much "uhh" that it was making me feel just awful about everything."

"The modeling industry is completely what you make it. I've had a really great career but what some girls fail to understand is that it is a business like everything else. It's a job, not an opportunity for you and your friends to go away together a lot. You have to remember that the reason you're flying off to an exotic location is that you are there to deliver a job."

“The hardest part when I decided to move into acting was trusting I'd made the right decision.”

Thanks for the message, Anon. 😃 I’m happy to share the impressive list you’ve compiled of Caitríona’s quotes, and I hope people enjoy the walk down memory lane. As for the onslaught of criticism about her IFTA look…

One of the things you and I and everyone else are entitled to is an opinion. Some people liked her IFTA look, some did not. I sometimes post “fashion,” but have no expertise in that field, and I don’t necessarily like or dislike the garments or jewellery or footwear or accessories, or how they’re worn.

As for Standing Ground’s collections, unsupported breasts and nipples abound. I’d like to say it’s by design (wee pun), but I don’t know if it’s the designer’s intent in keeping with his natural scheme or if it’s the model’s choice to go braless. (If I were writing in DM, this is where I would say, “Blah blah blah.”)

What I do know, if I owned “the IFTA” dress and could wear it the way I chose, I would be wearing a bra. Everybody, every body, is different.

Most of the time, when I disagree with an opinion, I silently 🙄 or 🤦🏻‍♂️ or 🤯 or 🤬 or 😂, and scroll along my merry way. The odd time when I both 🤬 and chime in is when someone says it’s their opinion Caitríona is not married to Tony.

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Remember… opinion has caused more trouble on this little earth than plagues or earthquakes. — Voltaire

[coochiequeens]

This is why accurate information about sex and race is important. A study just gave a name to another way businesses pass over women for promotions and how women of color are impacted at greater rates.

Forget The Glass Ceiling, 'The Broken Rung' Is Why Women Are Denied Promotions

A new study finds Black women and Latinas in particular are the least likely to get that first promotion — and it’s not because they’re not asking for it.

by Monica Torres

Getting your first promotion into management is a huge achievement in your career. But a new study from consulting firm McKinsey & Co. and nonprofit Lean In shows it’s an opportunity that is not equally afforded to everyone. 

According to the study, which used pipeline data from 276 companies in the private, public and social sectors, women ― and women of color, in particular ― are the least likely demographic to get promoted from entry-level to first-time manager. 

For every 100 men promoted from entry-level contributor to manager in the survey, only 87 women got promoted. And this gap gets wider for women of color: This year, while 91 white women were promoted to manager for every 100 men, only 89 Asian women, 76 Latinas and 54 Black women would get that same opportunity. 

“As a result of this broken rung, women fall behind and can’t catch up,” the study states.

It’s not because those women were not asking for it ― the study found that the women were asking for promotions at the same rate as their male peers. And it’s not because these women did not stick around long enough to be considered for the job ― the study found that they were no more likely to leave their company than their male peers. 

The main culprit to this “broken rung” in the career ladder? It’s what known as a “performance bias.”

Why women deal with the “broken rung” phenomenon.

Under a performance bias, men get promoted more because of their future potential, while women get judged on their past accomplishments and have their leadership potential doubted.

“Because women early in their careers have shorter track records and similar work experiences relative to their men peers, performance bias can especially disadvantage them at the first promotion to manager,” according to the study. 

This research aligns with the “prove-it-again bias” studies have found women face throughout their career: where they do more work in order to be seen as equally competent to their male peers. 

As for why it’s hardest for women of color to make that first leap into management? Workplace consultant Minda Harts, author of “The Memo: What Women of Color Need to Know to Secure a Seat at the Table,” said it’s because systemic biases and stereotypes cause women of color to be less trusted for the job. 

“This lack of trust can manifest in several ways, such as doubts about competence, commitment or ‘fit’ within a leadership role,” Harts told HuffPost. “When senior leadership is predominantly male and white, an unconscious bias might lead them to trust individuals who mirror their own experiences or backgrounds ... As a result, women of color may be disproportionately overlooked for promotions.”

The McKinsey study found that women of color surveyed this year were even less likely to become first-time managers in 2023 than they were in 2022.

Feminist career coach Cynthia Pong told HuffPost it’s because in tough financial times, companies often operate under a scarcity mindset and might see women of color as a bigger “risk” to promote when they are underrepresented in leadership. 

“We just had to go through layoffs, and we only have three [manager roles]. You can easily see how in times like that, it would just end up replicating these systems where we only trust and only give the benefit of the doubt to certain folks,” Pong said. “And it’s not going to be women of color.” 

That sends a dispiriting message to people who watch their peers advance while they get told they are still not ready.

“It’s even more frustrating and infuriating ... when you see that there is a pathway for others, but not for you. Because the injustice of it makes your blood boil,” Pong said.  

This should not be on women and women of color to fix. Employers should proactively take steps to make a clear promotion path for all. 

There is a lot of talk about the “glass ceiling” and the barrier women face that prevents them from becoming executives at the top. But this study illustrates that there is a more fundamental problem happening to women early in their career: the systemic bias that prevents women from being seen as a leader who can manage other people. 

“Our success must be something other than a solo sport,” Harts said. “We can’t promote and advance ourselves.”

For companies to be part of the solution, employers should be more transparent about how managerial promotions happen.

“Trust is enhanced when employees understand what is expected of them and what they can expect from their leaders,” Harts said. “This transparency can help mitigate unconscious biases or misconceptions about capabilities or trustworthiness.”

To break down stereotypes and build trust between employees of color and leadership, Harts also recommended companies to implement programs where women of color are paired with sponsors in senior roles. 

What you can do about this as an employee.

If you keep being told vague “no’s” after every promotion request, start asking more questions about what your peers are doing that you are not.

“They’re not going to admit to having a systemic problem. They’re going to say, ‘We just don’t have it in the budget,’” said Elaine Lou Cartas, a business and career coach for women of color. 

“I’ve seen people that got promoted to this where they are also doing the same amount as I was, but I was doing A, B and C. Help me understand,” is the kind of assertive framing you can use to ask more questions, Cartas said.

And if you find the goalpost of promotion metrics keeps moving after your conversation with your manager, that might be the time to start job hunting. 

“Once you already have that conversation, and nothing’s being done, or at least there’s no steps or actions for it to be done in the future, that’s when [you] could start looking,” Cartas said.

Ultimately, one missed promotion may not seem like a huge setback, but it adds up over time with lost wages and earning potential, Pong said. 

“And then that also ripples out generationally to all the families and family units that each woman of color is supporting, and then those to come,” she said. “So it seems like it might be like no big deal to have this person promoted one or two years later. But ... these things really snowball.”

[vmprmocha]

How the Pro Hero's would react to their s/o h@rming themselves

Tw// self h@rm topics, slight NSFW 🔞

Characters inculded: keigo Takami, shouta aizawa, mirko (I love her 🙈), fatgum, present mic

present mic🎤 ✨️(Hizashi Yamada):

When he found out...oh boy, he was really shocked you would do that to yourself, so he tries his hardest to comfort you as much as he can

He ask you if you wanna talk about it but if you don't want too, he'll gladly understand and make your favorite meals or goes to a convenient store to get your favorite snacks and drinks

He would place the snacks on the coffee table in front of you and put your favorite show/movie on while he cuddles you and tells you how perfect you are (AHDHXH I LOVE HIM 😭😭)

"Don't worry, little listener...I'm here for you and if anyone dares to hurt you, you come to me and confront them for you" (stole the nickname somewhere😼 /j)

Eraserhead ✏️⚫️ (Shouta Aizawa):

This man...THIS FREAKING MAN

He figured why you were acting differently and ngl he got worried about you

But when he found out you were h@rming yourself, he immensely pulled you into a hug

He was crying a bit cause he was scared to think of losing you ☹️ and told you to always come to him whenever you have something troubling you

He will cuddle with you with a cat blanket over you both

Just like what present mic did, he will put your favorite movie/show on and buy you your favorite snacks/drinks for you to make you happy and loved

"Kitten, you know I love you so much and I admire you...please come to me when it's tough because I'll be here for you always" (AWEJDJX MY HEART 😭✨️)

Hawks🦉⭐️(Keigo Takami):

He seems like he wouldn't care but he cares alot, heck..he probably has you as his lockscreen and stares at it lovingly whenever he's busy doing hero work

When he found out your scars, he transformed into protective Hawk mode and asked you what happened, when it happened, and who did it, when you told him it was you, he gave a confusing look

"What do you mean about that, baby bird??"

When it finally clicked in him, he was very surprised when he realized what you meant but saddened, so he ordered some chickens from kfc (as always lol) and heated up your blanket so you'll be warm and comfortable.

While the food finally came, he placed it on the table in front of you both and the tv, he grabbed your blanket to place it over you and hold you tightly and gave a kiss on your forehead while giving words of affirmation to make you feel loved. (ahzhxhxbd I love this man ☹️🩷✨️)

"Baby bird, you would never have to feel that way anymore as long as I'm here with you... I promise you that"

Mirko 🐇🤍

THIS WOMEN IS THE BEST AT COMFORTING OTHERS

She would be a good listener if you felt comfortable enough to vent to her. She would rub your back slowly and hug you tightly, but again, not too tight, lol

"Don't worry, my little bunny...I'll do anything in my power to help you feel better"

The same as present mic and aizawa, she would buy you your favorite snacks and drinks and place it on the table, and she would grab your comfort plushie and give it to you so you can hold it.

And just like hawks, she would warm up your favorite blanket so you'll be warm and comfortable, but she would place it on both of you

She's perfect 😭✨️✨️

Mirko will also clean your scars and kiss the places you're insecure about (forgot to add this for aizawa and Hawks 😔🤛) and, like Hawks again, she'll tell you words of affirmation to make sure you know how much she loves you and know that you are loved.

"Bunny, please come to me whenever you need to get it out of your system instead of hurting yourself....I'm here for you always"

Fatgum🍽🟡 (taishiro toyomitsu):

He would be really sad as well when he found out about your scars, but he would understand that you are going through a tough time and if it was because of some specific people then he'll do something about it for you

But if you said no, he'll ofc understand your option and would make you feel loved

Ok I hc fatgum that he would be a great chef so he will cook you any food you like to eat, he'll even use ketchup to make a heart in the corner of the plate and a card that says "love you darling, your perfect no matter what♡"

After you're done eating, he'll transform into his chubby form so you can use him as a pillow and soflty stroke your hair while lifting his head to kiss you on your forehead or whatever, he'll also rub your back and if you want to watch tv...he will find your favorite tv show or movie.

HES SO SWEET 😭😭

Like the others, he will also give you words of affirmation so you know how much you're loved and that he loves you alot

I was supposed to inculde all might and endeavor but I lost motivation:'> sorry, I just got back into writing but then writeblock came back so fast 😔🤛 but anyways hope you all liked this :]] sorry again if it was too short

[bachissidehoe]

you wish

chapter 9 of it's classy, not classic [bachisagi]

Tonight is the night of Bachira’s art symposium, the final symposium of the Tokyo Art Tour. That’s the entire reason Bachira’s been living here. After this, his business in Tokyo finishes and he’ll move away to continue his work. It’s all been building to this, since this will be the final event that Isagi and Bachira will be publicly presenting as a couple. 

The two of them have had plenty of conversations about this night, knowing that they would be “breaking up” shortly after. But now, now that Isagi is looking at himself in the mirror, he’s realizing just how serious tonight will be. Not just for the public perception, but for himself as well. He’s admitted now that he likes Bachira in a different way than just a friend. He fantasized plenty about their relationship being real, but it’s unrealistic. This event is his opportunity to both grasp and let go of these feelings. 

But why can’t Bachira just stay in Tokyo? Does his job really require him to leave? Well, no. Technically, he can be an artist from wherever he wants. But this has always been the plan. Bachira finishes up his tour here, he goes home and lives close to his mother, who is also an artist, and lives out his life the way he wants. Isagi asking him to do something different would be selfish and inconsiderate. Especially after his conversation with him in which he suggested he try to play soccer again, only to be met with the pain he’s kept deep down all this time. Forcing him to live in Tokyo to be faced with the life he wished he had is unfair. 

Isagi sighs, checking himself over from head to toe. He’s learned a lot from Bachira since the last time he had to get dressed up for something, but he still doesn’t look nearly as good as when Bachira was in charge. Still, he’s done his best. He wears a navy blue vest and navy blue dress pants, coupled with a button down black shirt and navy blue bowtie. He pushed his hair back too, showing off his “distinguished” look. All things considered, Isagi looks good. 

He continues to check himself in his phone’s camera all the way to the event, through the train ride, on the short walk from the station to the convention center, as he stands outside, building his confidence to enter. 

And as he does, god damn. This is surely the most high class event Isagi has ever been to. Isagi thought he was enjoying a high class life as an athlete, but that’s nothing compared to the lifestyle one must live to attend an event like this. The entire convention center is decorated in a sparkling gold motif, with chandeliers made of gemstones and guests holding gold napkins underneath their dazzling champagne glasses. Even in Isagi’s most try-hard rich boy outfit, he still looks drastically out of place. 

“Sir, can I have your name please?” 

Isagi turns, shaking his gaze away from the impressive atmosphere to bring his attention to the check-in desk. Even this is gorgeous, with multiple women in matching suits and hairstyles standing behind the high-top rectangular table, dressed in a black silk tablecloth and gold booklets holding the names of the prestigious guests. Isagi imagines even the check-in people went through multiple rounds of hair and makeup before being cleared to act as the faces of the event. 

“Hello, yes. Isagi Yoichi.” Isagi responds, trying his absolute hardest not to sound as anxious and confused as he feels. 

“Oh, of course, Isagi-sama.” The woman nods. “I hardly recognized you outside of a soccer setting.” She chuckles. Even the chuckle is professional. 

But at least she recognizes him. Maybe his standing will give him a leg up in fitting in at this event. 

“You have been registered as Bachira Meguru-sama’s guest. Help yourself to the complimentary champagne and hors d'oeuvres.” The woman hands him a golden lanyard with a metal card engraved with his name. None of those conference-style paper nametags, a literal engraved tag. 

“Thank you very much.” Isagi bows, flashing her a kind smile, grabbing a booklet with descriptions of the different artists, exhibits, and their locations in the conference hall. 

He makes his way inside the event, surrounded by mainly old men and their frighteningly young wives. The art scene is a very different world than soccer. From what Bachira has described, high class art is most often enjoyed by many, but acquired by few. To be as successful of an artist as he is, his work must appeal to the rich and famous, acting as tools to display to the other rich and famous. 

In Isagi’s amateur opinion, this brand of individuals cannot possibly understand the emotional aspects of the art, but then again, Isagi doesn’t quite get it either. 

The first step is likely to get a glass of this high class champagne, as it seems like everyone, no matter what they’re doing, is holding one, taking very small sips of it every once in a while. That shouldn’t be too hard of a task. 

“Isagi!” A voice calls, forcing him to turn from his place in line at the bar. 

“Ah fuck.” Isagi groans under his breath. “Um, Hiro-” He starts, realizing he actually doesn’t recall his full first name or his last name. Come to think of it, maybe he actually never knew. He could have assumed he would be here as someone so high up in the art world, but then again, Isagi was under the impression that he was only here a few weeks ago to stalk Bachira. 

“Good to see you again.” He smiles. It annoys Isagi. “I’m so sorry, I never fully introduced myself the last time we met. It’s Abe Hiroshi.” He reaches out to shake Isagi’s hand.

Obviously, Isagi wants to take his hand and squeeze it until his fingers crack one by one, but he gives him a simple handshake instead. 

“Oh, your first name is Hiroshi, that makes sense.” Isagi says aloud. 

“Hah, yeah. Only the closest to me have ever called me Hiro.” He chuckles, hopping into line next to Isagi. 

That statement nearly makes hot steam start streaming out of Isagi’s ears. The thought of Bachira being the “closest” to this guy makes him want to kick him in the knees. 

“I apologize, Abe-san.” He replies. 

“Don’t worry about it!” He slaps him on the back, a little too playfully for Isagi’s liking. 

“So, um, are you presenting at this event?” Isagi asks through gritted teeth, praying he won’t be expected to hang out with this guy. Or even worse, if this guy wants to spend his time fucking with Bachira at his exhibit. It may turn into a let’s-take-this-outside-moment if that’s the case. 

“No, no. I’m one of the members of the board who put this event on, I’m just doing my rounds throughout the night.” He explains, waving and smiling at some rich looking dudes as they walk by. 

It seems as though Abe Hiroshi is much more important than Isagi had imagined. It was true what Bachira said, that Hiro was the reason why he became a popular artist. That no matter what happened between the two of them, Bachira can’t do anything to bring Hiro to justice for the way he treated him. He’s too powerful. 

“Oh, I see. Wow, that’s impressive.” Isagi replies. And this time he means it. It is quite impressive, even if this guy is wholeheartedly a dickbag. 

Additionally, if Bachira or Isagi were to piss this guy off, it’s possible that he could ruin Bachira’s career. That’s the type of power he has. 

Hiro turns away from the crowd, ensuring his words are being spoken to Isagi and Isagi only. “I know that my relationship with Ru was ruined because of my own actions, I just want to put you at ease that I got a little excited about being with him, and have no intention of doing anything to make him or you uncomfortable moving forward.” 

Even through that entire statement in which Hiro held himself accountable, the only thing Isagi can hear is that nickname. Why would he be allowed to call Bachira something so affectionate? 

“I understand. I appreciate that.” Isagi replies, maintaining his composure through his irrational anger. 

“If you haven’t seen his exhibit yet, you really should. It made me realize that I never really understood him at all.” Hiro scratches the back of his head, turning back to the side to face outward toward the crowd. 

“I will visit it.” Isagi nods, acquiring his glass of champagne. 

Hiro is truly a strange guy, clearly he’s the type of person who’s never been told “no” in his entire life. No wonder he wouldn’t listen to Bachira’s repeated “no’s”. He’s rich, attractive, popular, and has immense power. But still, he could be using that power in a much more harmful way than he is. As hard as it is for Isagi to grasp, it’s likely true that Hiro does care about Bachira and his success on a personal level. 

Isagi can’t help but feel immense rage toward that guy, an incessant need to lock him up somewhere so Bachira never has to look so afraid again. But at least he’s staying out of the way. And now Isagi’s here, he can protect Bachira, he can keep him safe.

Bachira’s exhibit, titled “You Wish”, is located in the center of the event, one of the highlights of the entire symposium, apparently. This publicity stunt between him and Isagi has actually generated enough buzz to put Bachira on the radars of the most prominent art gurus. 

And as soon as Isagi is within range of Bachira’s exhibit, he can see why his talent has captured the attention of so many. There are colors splashed on canvases that reflect off the glittering chandeliers in a way that makes the area look decorated in rainbows. Before Isagi can even see paintings up close, he can feel Bachira’s presence in the atmosphere of the “You Wish” exhibit. 

“Yoichi!” 

Bachira spots him before he even notices, calling and waving in a way that Isagi feels like would get him kicked out of his event if he weren’t the premiere artist. Regardless, Isagi’s cheeks instantly turn a deep shade of pink. 

“I’m so happy to see you.” Bachira tears himself away from the conversation he was having, with clearly very important people, to run toward Isagi, nearly jumping into his arms. 

Isagi nearly falls over from cuteness, Bachira’s never acted this sweet in public with him before. “Hi Bach- Meguru.” He smiles, wrapping his arms around him in a comforting hug. His cologne is intoxicating, traveling through Isagi’s sensory receptors like it’s putting a spell on him. He wonders if Bachira ever felt anything similar toward him. He wears a gold pair of dress pants and a black ribbed sweater, a long gold chain hanging from his neck. He looks much less dressy than the people attending the event, but Isagi imagines he probably dressed like this to stand out as an artist rather than blend in with the crowd. Regardless, he looks good. He always does, though.

As Bachira walks him into the exhibit, the cameras are flashing, the people are calling for him, waving him down, complimenting him. But all Isagi can do is stare in awe, completely taken over by these paintings. As he looks at them, he can’t believe he’s never seen any of Bachira’s works before. 

It’s all so clear, even someone as dense as Isagi understands what’s happening here immediately. Those colors he saw earlier were only from half of the exhibit. The second half. 

The first half of the exhibit is painted in dark colors, blacks, grays, purples, dark blues. The second half is where the brightness is, with reds, blues, yellows, and bright greens. Every single painting here has one overarching theme: soccer. 

Isagi shouldn’t feel so surprised, especially after Bachira confessed how hard it has been watching everyone progress without him. But these paintings bring a new sense of emotion to his world, a look into the true tortured mind of Bachira Meguru. What it’s really like for him to watch others live out his dream. 

The dark side of the exhibit depicts gut wrenching imagery: an arm tangled in a net, eerily similar texture to that of a soccer net, a hypnotic image with the same patterns seen on a soccer ball, a broken, gray trophy filled with grass and mud, a vast, empty field with dark clouds looming above a lone figure, and a large monster-looking shadow branching out from the figure. This is Bachira Meguru’s life after his injury, his heartbroken state of losing what he loved most. 

And the bright side of the exhibit is even more heartbreaking: bright fields with fists raised into the air, a ball breaking through the back of a soccer net, a blast generated from someone powerfully kicking a ball. And the most beautiful painting: a sun shining light down onto a figure with their back toward the viewer, a figure wearing the number 11. In fact, all of these images showcase the number 11 somewhere. Isagi’s number. 

He can’t help but tear up at the realization of what he’s looking at. It’s the way Bachira feels about himself and his dreams versus the way he feels about Isagi living them. He’s tortured, yet he’s so happy for Isagi. Isagi can only imagine his face as he was painting these, as he was moving the brushes through globs of acrylic paint with tears streaming down his cheeks. It’s not fair. Bachira should be out on that field with him. 

“Meguru- I-” Isagi gasps, his breath still floating around the room somewhere without him. Probably with the soul that left his body at the same time his breath was taken away. 

“This one will be receiving the Color Masterpiece Award soon. The most prestigious award here.” Bachira smiles, following Isagi’s gaze to the painting his brain described as the most beautiful one. “I named it “You Wish”, that’s where I got the name for the exhibit.” 

“It’s amazing. You’re amazing.” Isagi finally turns to him, his eyes still wide with what he can only describe as dazzlement. “Is that- is that me?” 

“No way, just some random pro soccer player who happens to mean a lot to me and also wears the number 11.” He chuckles. 

Isagi’s heart drops into his stomach. Who happens to mean a lot to me. “It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. You have incredible talent.” 

“Well, let’s hope it sells.” He laughs, turning back to his audience to smile and wave at them.

Artists really are something. Bachira can act as silly and expressive as he wants here; it's viewed as part of the artistic vision. But if a guest would dare to act so jumpy and eccentric, Isagi imagines they would surely be escorted away from the premises. 

Isagi can only stand and continue staring at the paintings, admiring the emotion in every single brush stroke. He stands and stares through the entire award ceremony, watching Bachira shake the hands of so many rich old dudes as a large golden ribbon is placed next to his painting. Cameras flash and people clap respectfully, eager to speak with the artist himself as they admire the gold ribbon next to the painting that is now valued at over 1.5 million yen. 

“Yoichi, get over here!” Bachira calls again, forcing Isagi out of yet another trance to grab him for a picture. 

Isagi smiles, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “You are so cool.” Isagi breathes out as Bachira throws his arm around him.

“Hah!” 

“You painted all this stuff while we’ve been dating?” Isagi asks, ignoring all the shouts from the judges and important people looking to document this award. 

“Yeah, kinda embarrassing huh.” Bachira giggles, playfully sticking his tongue out at Isagi. “My feelings for you are about to make me pretty damn rich though.” 

And in that moment, Isagi can’t help himself. There’s a wave of emotion that crashes over him, from the paintings, to seeing how good Bachira looks, to watching him smile while getting that award, to hearing him basically confess to him right here. The switch flips. He feels it every time he’s on the field, and he felt it that one time he “practice” kissed Bachira. 

He grabs the collar of Bachira’s sweater, crashing their bodies together as he forcefully plants his lips against that cute little tongue poking out at him. Isagi will probably feel the embarrassment from this later, there’s people everywhere, they’re all watching. 

Bachira is completely caught off guard, his eyes remaining wide open for a moment before his body can respond to the fact that Isagi is kissing him like this. His fists clench next to him, his heart rate increasing as he finds himself unable to react. He can only stand there, tasting Isagi’s plump lips in front of the entire crowd. 

Isagi pulls back with a reddened face and a look of cautioned bliss. “I’m sorry about that.” 

Roars of applause, flashing cameras, and “aww’s” come from the large crowd in the exhibit. The people love it, a surprising development in a public display of affection between two guys in Tokyo, Japan. That said, this couple has been populating so many news pages lately, it’s only expected that the old rich men of the art community would be made aware. 

Bachira pulls back flushed as well, but recovers almost instantly. Isagi is jealous of his ability to do that, while he’ll be stuck thinking about this for weeks. “You’re bold, Yoichi.” He smirks. 

“I, uh, you said you have feelings for me and- I just-” Isagi rushes through it, with all these people around. It’s definitely not an ideal place for this conversation, not even close. 

“Couldn’t help yourself?” Bachira maintains his sly smile. 

“Yeah. I couldn’t.” Isagi chokes. 

“We should make the most of that.” 

“What do you mean?” Isagi tilts his head to the side, watching Bachira start to laugh with the guests once again, posing with some other individuals asking for a picture. But Isagi doesn’t understand why Bachira would be focusing on them when he’s right here. Isagi can’t even hear them. 

Bachira turns back around. “Give me a minute, go hang out here and I’ll be there in a few.” He holds out his hand, placing a piece of paper in Isagi’s hand. 

Isagi nods, stepping away to read the paper. It simply has a number on it, B-12. It must be a meeting room for the artists or something, it seems like Bachira must have been handed this paper when he first got here to tell him where to go. 

It doesn’t take long for Isagi to find the room, entering the dark, small, empty space and searching for a lightswitch. After he finds himself unsuccessful, he leans against the door, letting out another long breath. 

Bachira must want to yell at him or scold him for kissing him in front of all those people. If he wants to talk in private, and so immediately, it must be important. 

His heart hasn’t stopped racing either. 

And it races more when he feels the door press against his back, as someone tries to enter. 

“Fuck- sorry-” Isagi moves away, allowing Bachira to open the door and enter the dark room. Even in the dark, Isagi can see the light from those golden eyes of his. 

“Hey.” Bachira chirps, closing the door behind him. 

“Hey, I’m sorry I did that in front of those people, I should have just talked to you and told you more later but I-”

Isagi is quickly cut off as Bachira closes the gap between them, pressing his lips fervently against his. He pulls away just as quickly as he kissed him. 

“What are you-” Isagi squeaks, his confidence suddenly diminishing. 

“Capitalizing on this, hm?” Bachira turns Isagi around, slowly backing him against the door. The light trickles in from underneath the door, giving him just enough to illuminate Bachira’s face.

“What do yo-”

“Shhhh~” Bachira presses a finger to Isagi’s lips. It must be a tactic to strengthen that spell he cast on Isagi earlier with the smell of his cologne. It’s a very effective one. “Do you want to kiss me?” 

Isagi has never seen Bachira like this, not even when they kissed that other time. His smile is devilish, but not in a sassy way. His eyes are dark, but not in a tired way. His voice is raspy, but not in a groggy way.

Isagi can’t do a thing against this form of Bachira Meguru. 

All he can do is gulp and nod slowly. 

That’s all it takes for Bachira to close the gap once again, one arm pressed against the wood of the door, and the other gripping the fabric of Isagi’s button down shirt. Isagi is trapped by his body, but that’s exactly where he wants to be, with Bachira’s legs pressing him harder against the door as he kisses him deeply. 

This isn’t a practice kiss. It’s not a fake kiss. There’s nobody to see it, nobody to report on it, nobody to testify to the realness of their relationship. It’s just the two of them, breathing heavily between smooth, wet kisses. Bachira’s tongue tastes like heaven and his lips feel like a fluffy cloud, Isagi never realized a kiss like this could remove his soul from his body only to reincarnate him with every sleek swipe of Bachira’s perfect tongue. 

Isagi tries to keep his hands balled into fists at his side, willing them not to move on their own, begging that they hold themselves back from what he really wants with this moment. But they don’t listen, those stupid hands. They travel up Bachira’s back, one hand finding its way to tangle in his two-toned scruffy hair while the other finds an entry point onto his bare skin. His hair is so soft, and his skin is so smooth, directly contrasting how his kisses get rougher with every forced breath he takes. 

Isagi finds the lust taking over. Bachira was right, this feeling is different from kissing a girl. It’s better. He can’t imagine a place he’d rather be than right here, in this dark room, with Bachira’s tongue exploring the inside of his mouth. He doesn’t care about the little sounds he keeps letting slip, he doesn’t care that he’s not in charge the way he thought he’d be. 

“Hmm~” Bachira hums against his lips, feeling Isagi’s nails grazing against the skin of his back, his other hand tugging lightly on his soft locks. “I really like that, you know.” He mumbles, his raspy voice digging into Isagi’s mind, into a place that he’s sure to revisit again and again. He sounds so beautiful. 

“Okay.” Isagi breathes, his heart rate increased to potentially dangerous levels as he watches quick breaths escape from Bachira’s slightly parted lips with every movement of Isagi’s fingers tangled in his hair and pressed into his back. 

Bachira doesn’t waste the opportunity to trail his own hands down Isagi’s body, resting briefly on his hips, then trailing just a bit inward, enough to make Isagi wince against his lips. Bachira chuckles, a demonic little giggle. “I love making you squirm.” He admits, pulling Isagi’s bottom lip between his teeth. 

Isagi can only breathe heavier, his vision growing blurry as he tries to process the sensations coursing through his entire body. There’s so much he wants to say, so much he wants Bachira to do. 

Bachira grabs Isagi’s hair, pulling his head to the side so he can whisper in his ear. “Your legs are shaking.” He rasps, his teeth clamping on Isagi’s earlobe as he tastes it with his tongue. 

“I- I know-” Isagi’s voice is shaky too, both of his hands now tugging on Bachira’s hair. 

“Every time I do something you like, you pull harder on my hair, did you know that?” Bachira asks, his hot breath tickling his saliva-coated earlobe. 

“Hmm~ no-” Isagi whines. 

“You should tell me what else you want.” Bachira turns Isagi’s head to face him directly again, that same gorgeous demon smile plastered on his perfect face. “You damn egoist.” 

Isagi can only react, his body doing the work for him as he kisses him again, unable to spend another second apart from his lips. His hands trail down Bachira’s body, moving to make contact with the strong hands that still rest on his waist. 

He grabs his wrist. 

“That’s it~” Bachira coaches. “Put my hand where you want it.” 

There’s no more semblance of reality in Isagi’s entire mind or body, there’s only Bachira. If he were asked where he is right now, what he does for a living, why he’s here, there would be no answers. Only Bachira. Just this moment, just his hand moving toward the exceptionally tight bulge in his pants. 

“You should tell me what to do, Yoichi.” He whispers. “I won’t know unless you tell me.” 

Isagi gasps, feeling Bachira’s hand make contact with his clothed erection. “I- fuck- I want you on your knees.” Isagi manages to moan out, breathing heavily as he looks at Bachira’s lustful gaze. 

“Good boy.” He replies, dropping to his knees without breaking eye contact for even a second. 

With every movement, the sounds of his belt buckle coming undone, everything Bachira does, he feels shivers run down his spine. He can’t fathom the electric shocks lighting up his core as he feels Bachira sliding his pants down his shaky thighs. 

Isagi leans his back against the door, watching breathlessly as Bachira releases his cock from its confinement, golden eyes still trained on Isagi’s blue ones.

“Oh fuck, you are so pretty.” Bachira gasps, his fingers slowly wrapping around Isagi’s fully erect cock. 

“I- I thought- you must have- seen- it before~” Isagi breathlessly watches Bachira trace his fingers up and down his cock, his thumb rubbing over the oozing tip, spreading his precum around his plump, pink head. 

“Not like this, pretty boy.” Bachira chuckles, wrapping one hand around the base, jerking it slowly a few times. “Don’t try to hold it back for me, got it?” He winks, his seductive movements making Isagi feel like he could cum already. 

Bachira’s lips wrap around his tip, squeezing down as he plays with it, letting his tongue soak up the taste of him. Isagi leans harder on the door, praying that his body weight doesn’t break it from the amount of force he’s putting on it. 

Is this feeling what he’s been missing out on? This feeling he was convinced he didn’t need? Because right now, he’s damn sure he’ll never be able to feel anything as good as this. 

Bachira tightens his hand around the base of Isagi’s shaft, stroking it and moving his mouth up and down at the same time. He could do this for days, years if Isagi wanted. Those pretty whimpers escaping from his slightly parted lips are ethereal. 

“I- don’t know how long-” Isagi grunts, his hips thrusting into Bachira’s mouth on their own. The sensation feels like thousands of missiles are exploding inside his body, sending bursts of ecstasy toward every single nerve he has. 

The way Bachira’s tongue moves, the way he licks and sucks at the same time, he is amazing. He’s so damn good at it. For someone acting so dominant, it really seems like Bachira’s quite the giver. He’d rather kneel in front of Isagi’s shaky body than make him do it instead. And Bachira’s not upset with that decision at all, no, he loves doing this. He loves feeling the drool build up in his mouth only to escape from the corners of his lips, he loves how Isagi’s cock tastes, he loves how drops of precum dribble onto his tongue, how his cock twitches with every quick movement. 

Bachira hums in response, the vibrations stimulating Isagi’s cock as he finds his hands making their way back into Bachira’s hair. 

He pulls, harder this time, pushing his cock further into Bachira’s used mouth. There’s something about seeing Bachira like this, on his knees, so gracefully sucking that thick cock, it makes Isagi want to force it further. If he wasn’t so shaky right now, if he wasn’t so stimulated by the intensity of the situation, he’d tell him to suck it harder, he’d hold his head in place and watch the tears fall. But he can’t, he’s so dizzy, so overstimulated, taken over by the sensations Bachira’s making him feel. 

Isagi grips on his hair, moaning as he feels him hurtling toward his edge. “I- Megu-” He whines. 

Bachira holds his position, looking up to meet Isagi’s gaze as he releases, cumming in thick, white ropes down Bachira’s throat. Bachira doesn’t even falter for a moment, taking his thick load with no trouble at all. 

“Ah~” Isagi whines, his mouth open wide as he breathes heavily, the sensations of Bachira’s lips on his cock sending him into overdrive. He could pass out from how hard he came. He could die right here, he would be happy with that. 

“There ya go, better?” Bachira pulls back, looking up at Isagi with an innocent expression, as if he didn’t just swallow his entire load in one gulp. 

“Mhm.” Isagi doesn’t know what else to say, he can really only stare at his fake boyfriend, on the floor in front of him, his tongue freshly coated with his cum. 

“You needed that, I bet.” Bachira stands up, sliding Isagi’s boxers up with him. 

Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzzz. 

Bachira’s phone buzzes in his pocket, distracting him from his current task of dressing Isagi for the second time since they’ve known each other. 

“Hello?” Bachira answers.

Isagi stands with his hand covering his mouth, fearful that his loud post-orgasm breaths could get Bachira in trouble. 

“No, I just had to step outside, I’m coming right back.” He chuckles, pausing as the person on the other line speaks. “I know, I know, I can’t stay in one place for too long though. You know that.” Another pause. “Alright! I’m coming, be right there.” He ends the call, looking back toward Isagi. 

“Just in time, I gotta give my speech.” He giggles, back to that cute little playful giggle he always does. 

“A-are- I- really?” Isagi stutters, still in recovery mode. 

“Yeah, what? Is it hot that you gotta come watch me speak after you just came in my mouth?” He pokes his tongue out, taunting him. 

“Uh, uh huh.” Isagi nods, dazed. 

“See ya there, then.” He places a quick kiss to Isagi’s lips, leaving him in that dark room with his dress pants still crumpled around his ankles. 

Isagi somehow put himself back together in time to make it back into the crowd to listen to Bachira’s acceptance speech, but he is confident he didn’t hear a single word. 

[charmac]

My Season 16 Episode Summary "Predictions" as of the trailer release

Here we go, I'm gonna piece together what we know from BTS and the trailers and try and connect a few dots for my own "episode summaries", starting with what we know the most about:

1605 - "The Gang Goes Bowling": Dee puts together a girls' bowling team comprising of herself, Artemis, The Waitress, and Gail the Snail. The Guys (probably inviting themselves) bowl along side them, making everything a competition. The competition seems to move to the arcade at some point (and Dennis breaks his hand). The McPoyles work at (or own) the venue. There's slow-mo shots used and a flashback (as confirmed on TASP). Flashback is likely to some point between 1987-1990 and takes place at the same venue/arcade and a children's party room there. Guest starring Leo McElhenney (and based on, yk, familial relations, he's likely playing a young Mac). Also, Chili cheese fries.

"Bar Rescue: Paddy's Pub" / the MITM Episode: Paddy's is asked to be featured on the reality show (or some kind of similar show) Bar Rescue. The Gang are hesitant to get involved, as they're worried they'll come off looking like assholes/dumb (as they are) but are convinced with the draw of Bryan Cranston and Aaron Paul being involved with Dos Hombres Mezcal. Frank goes business man, with Charlie acting as his lackey and driver. Charlie mostly wants to be involved because he's convinced they're Hal and Malcolm. Mac and Dennis are trying their hardest to make Paddys look classy/impressive, acting as Hugh Honey and Vic Vinegar (the rich gay couple) who own Paddy's.

"The Gang Learn About Inflation": Frank discovers there's a toilet in Charlie's apartment. This turns to a fight/conversation about their living conditions/rent and the current increased cost of living. On a similar issue, Dee is dealing with rent control (in some way or another). Mac and Dennis are back to being stupid about things, and Frank tries to teach them about inflation. Somehow, inflatable objects get involved and subsequently run over.

1601 - "D.E.N.N.I.S System: Guys Edition": Dee and Mac are both embarrassing the shit out of themselves in the dating pool, and Dennis steps up to teach them what he knows. He gives them a lesson on the D.E.N.N.I.S System, revised to now work on men. Dee's date is absolutely horrible. Mac's is just as bad when he ends up having some kind of allergic reaction. (Frank/Charlie Plot tbd or as follows:)

"Charlie in his Americas/ US-Russia Relations": Charlie and Frank take a trip to Old Lady House and meet/celebrate Charlie's Sisters birthdays (ft. Uncle Jack). While there, they watch something on the TV that's Russian-US related and something happens that has the two of them go full-send invested in representing/supporting America and storming some kind of Russia UN building. This naturally turns into Frank firing his guns.

If this isn't 1601, This might be the same episode as...

"Poppins Dies": Mac's dog dying spurs a visit from Chase Utley, Animal Rights activist, and the two finally get to have a catch (albeit at the pet cemetery...)

"Dee Fights for Gender Equality": The Gang are in the car together. Charlie and Mac (and Frank?) go over to their moms' house where Bonnie injures herself. Dee is somehow involving herself in men's hockey, and fighting for the right for women to be involved. Gritty makes an appearance. Meanwhile Dennis is dealing with his own mental health. Almost certain this is when he takes a trip to a building and is doing squats out the front, holding a trash bag.

Still on the docket, not sure where or how to insert these at this point:

Beach episode or multiple scenes at the beach

Rickety Cricket

Dee and Frank break into a house

Asian Market

[supagirl1eri]

Happy Tuesday

Here is Dee in my style, I HC to be a goalie for UI women’s U16, This didn’t sit well with Skarra obviously who is always worried that she could be badly injured or even get a concussion, but of course arrogance runs in the family.

Skarra is like her long lost brother to her, she grew up with two parents of Malian origin and that work as ambassadors to France and so she didn’t lack much in life except love, she had everything money could buy except genuine love from her parents who were always busy, and after signing under UI Skarra let her come visit now and then, and that’s we’re she build her love for Futball, This made Skarra happy since he loved playing soccer with her and the dog ( I forgot the name 😅) Fast forward she showed a lot of Intresnt in wanting to play Futball so her parents signed her for the top Acadamy which at the moment was UI, This made Skarra proud to see his niece grow but it made him reconsider when she said she wanted to play as a goalie, he tried to talk to her out of it and into picking another position but ofc that didn’t work so it build a room specifically to help her learn to be a goalie, he often tried to have her do a more easier version but she ended up doing the hardest.

That’s my backstory for Dee, It sucks we don’t get to see more backstory into the other characters but hey that leaves more for the imagination.

[inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800]

MY DARKEST DESIRE (joffrey baratheon x dark! reader)

Joffrey Baratheon x yandere! Reader

PART 1 OF 3

*I am sorry for the inappropriate use that this text can present in English, I have translated it on google.

TW: NON-CON, emotional manipulation, unhealthy behaviors. Obvious divergence from the canon. That's right, I'm hungry and I want Joffrey to suffer, so here goes.

You were the only daughter of Petyr Baelish.

How did he decide to take care of you? Easy, you were related to the Tullys: your mother was a member of that honorable house that in her youth fell in love with the charming Petyr, that was the only reason he took you under his care. He didn't love your mother, but having you was a point of power over that family, and obviously, it gave him a certain prestige that your father didn't intend to waste.

You couldn't blame him.

Since you were little he had taught you how cunning surpassed honor, and he had made you part of his strategies through innocent father/daughter games. Who could suspect that under the table was an innocent girl listening to conspiracy plans?

You grew up through power plays, secrets between nobles, and making connections at a young age. At your age, you already conspired with your father in the death of Jon Arryn.

You were like his only partner in crime. He told you about his plans, you fulfilled his wishes for influence in other houses, you told him your suspicions and you confessed what you wanted most: to help him be on the iron throne.

Now you were on a walk with Lady Margaery, both of you were alone and politely, you stroked her hair. Anyone would say they were friends with her, but you only saw her as a lever for power. You had known her since her arrival in King's Landing, wearing your classic mask of fear of King Joffrey's violence and your feigned kindness to any maiden in the Red Keep. So you tricked Sansa, the poor redhead who desperately needed someone kind in her life, into the mercy of the Arryn according to your father's plan and she was safe there.

"Everything okay, lady?" Margaery's lovely voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

You ignored the strange pressure in your chest when you thought about the Stark's future.

"That's right, my rose." You gave her a seductive look, Margaery tried to hide her blush by pretending to pick some other flower.

But you knew her well. You knew of the Tyrell ways, of his trickery, and of Margaery's purpose: to become queen. You became close to the future queen according to your plan: to become someone trustworthy (by advising her, joking with her and sharing your false worries like not knowing whom to marry) … and she responded with gradually spontaneous smiles, answering your jokes with wit and offering you the possibility of marrying Loras, as if you were humble in the first place.

Little by little, you became friends with her (getting petting, talking with Loras like they were old friends, as well as having intelligent conversations with Olenna, the true Tyrell mastermind). Secretly, you took advantage of everything you could to learn more about the Tyrell through oral data that the young woman gave you. And then came the hardest step to do: seduce her.

When you were thirteen, your father took you to one of his brothels. You knew from a young age what he was working, but you had never seen what happened inside. There he showed you the prostitutes, how the pleasure business worked, the nobles who requested his services and in the company of women of pleasure, he taught you how to please a man or a woman, or even tactics that would make anyone submissive of Dorne.

And you did your duty.

Over several moons, you meekly began to make advances to the ambitious Tyrell. At first, she feigned innocence and even mild rejection of your advances, but thanks to your parents' spies, you knew that she spoke positively about you whenever she could with her grandmother. You mentioned it to your father and he proudly admitted that having you was positive. That was the best, even though you were cunning, cruel and calculating, you loved the love that your father gave you. So encouraged, the caresses turned into kisses and these into sexual acts. You pleased her, you pretended to be an angel by her side, and you sweetened her with words of always being by her side, helping her when she is queen. However, you only executed the steps to bring the Baelish name closer to power.

“At a good time I see them. “the hoarse voice of the Tyrell matriarch was present, you made the classic bow as the protocol said,” Don’t bother, girl. Hey Loras! Come here, help your grandmother.”

You coldly thought how to fully gain the trust of the queen of thorns.

"It's nice to have you around."

"No way, little girl! I know you will join us soon.”

You smiled, if only they knew…

—

You notified your father of the progress with the Tyrells. His smile appeared on his face when you told him everything you achieved during these last three months. You didn't see him because he was in the Eyrie, courting Lady Lysa.

"You know this is the hardest part, right?"

You nodded. It wasn't just about cajoling the Tyrells, you had to influence the littles Baratheon.

After a short dialogue, you left in the direction of the palace.

You politely greeted the nobles who were around and decisively went to where King Joffrey should be.

"Isn't this place a bit dangerous for a young woman?"

Inwardly you frowned, the Spider's sweet words irritated you. You had known him for as long as you could remember, your father's rival, the same man who had given you your first candies simply to separate you from your father.

“I am touched by his concern, Lord Varys. And at the same time, I am amazed that you are here. I'm at the request of a maid, you know.”

"The king has grown braver" he replied with his classic wide eyes.

"Such bravery will shed blood."

You bowed your head to say goodbye and left. You quickly mentally replayed all his gestures and words.

You concluded that Joffrey was in a bad mood, a mortal danger to anyone who came near. Better you should go to Tommen, though that meant daringly dodging the queen regent. You faked a downcast look when you entered Tommen's playground, luckily his mother wasn't near him, but that didn't mean anything safe, there were guards everywhere and he was surrounded by other young nobles.

You chattered with false joy until you approached the shy Baratheon, you couldn't blame him. The fact of growing up with a beast eager for pain had reduced his extroversion, making him closed and even tender, for a moment, you felt remorse, but you discarded those annoying thoughts thinking of making your father happy. That was the most important thing.

“Do you like salmon chunks, your grace?

Tommen blushed. You knew why, his cat Sir Pounce especially enjoyed that fish, and Tommen fed it secretly because if he did it in public, Joffrey would show his cruelty. You knew this from your own spies in the kitchens, and besides, you served dinner from time to time when Tommen was feeling blue to eat with the others.

"Yes, I like it a lot”

"I'm glad. Tonight we will prepare various dishes and with your confirmation I could make some extra dishes of cooked salmon along with chicken and cream of duck with herbs for you”

"I would like that, thank you, Lady Baelish."

"You're welcome, your highness."

Under shy and polite smiles, you walked away. You were not to give suspicion to your alleged lover Margaery Tyrell or the others.

Tonight could be the beginning of another step for the father's plan.

@yandere-stan @yandere-daydreams @megsironthrone @letsasoiaftogetherftogether @missglaskinkin @witchthewritertchthewriter @a-libra-writesa-writes  @agent-whiskeys-sweetheartweetheart @ladywinterwitchinterwitch @anxiousnerdwritings

[ukrfeminism]

Though British farming is arguably at the most precarious point in its long history – thanks to changes caused by Brexit and food industry subsidies, lack of clear food production policies and increased concern over environmental issues – more women than ever are choosing a career in agriculture and, more importantly, moving into leadership roles.

Back in the 1970s, Holly Collins was studying for her A-levels in Sussex. While her friends sent off their university applications, she wrote to the Royal Agricultural College asking for an entry form, hoping to follow her dream of becoming a farmer.

“They wrote back with the following answer: ‘Dear Miss Collins, we do not admit women.’”

Undeterred, she worked on a farm the following summer: “A lot of the tasks then were manual labour, so I’d just turn up at the farm gate and ask for a job. I was paid much less than the male students I worked with because I was female. The farmer’s father told him that, because I was the hardest worker, he should pay me the same as them – but he didn’t.”

Things, says the 64-year-old who now has her own upland farm, Hollin Bank, at the head of Coniston Water in the Lake District, have improved a lot for women in agriculture since then.

Though British farming is arguably at the most precarious point in its long history – thanks to changes caused by Brexit and food industry subsidies, lack of clear food production policies and increased concern over environmental issues – more women than ever are choosing a career in agriculture and, more importantly, moving into leadership roles.

Minette Batters, the first ever female president of the National Farmers’ Union of England and Wales (NFU), may have stepped down this spring after six years in office, but women are still well represented in the union, with Rachel Hallos, a South Pennines farmer, installed as NFU vice-president and Abi Reader as deputy president for NFU Cymru. The Great Yorkshire Show has just got its first female show director in its 186-year history – dairy farmer Rachel Coates takes over after this year’s show in July. In the field of specialist skills, the UK has also just appointed its first female wool grader. Amy-Jo Barton, 22, is based at British Wool (formerly the British Wool Marketing Board) in Bradford where she sorts wool by hand based on style and characteristics; a job she finds “very therapeutic”.

While women comprised 17% of farmers in 2019, data from the Office for National Statistics for 2023 shows that of the 104,700 registered farmers, 22% are female. In the broader category of managers in agricultural services, women make up 32% of the workforce. According to recent figures from the Higher Education Statistics Agency, 64% of agricultural students are women. For an industry that historically relies on father-to-son succession to pass on land and which used to exclude women from many of its educational establishments, farming has come a long way.

Coates, incoming director of the Great Yorkshire Show, says: “Women have always been the backbone of a farm. Now they’re no longer in the kitchen tied to the Aga, they’re at the forefront of the industry. It’s good to see this take-up of leadership roles.”

Louisa Dines, principal lecturer in agronomy at Harper Adams University in Shropshire, thinks farming has lagged behind in terms of gender diversity but is finally catching up with other industries.

“Farmers’ wives and daughters were always important – farms are typically family businesses and intertwined with home life – but women used to operate below the radar,” she says. “Historically local meetings were in the pub or village hall. Wives often weren’t invited or had to look after the children. Even if they did go, it can be intimidating walking into a room full of men, but new communication platforms – such as social media and video conferencing – have made it easier for women to take part.”

There are more than 14,000 members of the Facebook group Ladies Who Lamb and farmers such as the Yorkshire Shepherdess and the Red Shepherdess have huge followings on TikTok and Instagram. Dines says she recently attended an agritech conference to promote links between women in farming in Poland, Ukraine and England. Previously these women had worked in isolation but not had a sense of community. “It was so interesting to see how far we’ve come.”

Traditions need to change more, though. The average age of a British farmer is 59 and the business is still typically passed down the male side of the family. A 2022 survey in Northern Ireland found that inheritance was the second biggest challenge faced by women in farming. The biggest was male dominance.

Molly Lewis, whose family have farmed sheep on 250 acres of pasture in Powys, Wales, for 350 years, says this attitude is starting to shift. The 20-year-old plans to take over when her father and his brother retire. She splits her time between working in the family business and the local agricultural market.

“In the past, sometimes men felt pressured to take on the farm even if their heart wasn’t in it, but now it goes to whoever is interested. I’ve noticed a lot more women happily getting involved. It feels natural, especially here. We have an open hill farm in the Elan Valley, and do a lot of community work with all our neighbours. You see women and girls on the hills doing the same jobs as the men and no one thinks anything of it.”

Lewis also talks of the community’s fury at the Welsh government’s sustainable farming scheme – the post-Brexit plan for funding the industry which includes ensuring 10% of farmland is under tree cover.

Collins’s farm has low densities of mixed livestock and a nice sideline in educational courses teaching traditional farming skills such as dry stone walling and coppicing. It’s currently host to two masters students researching finance and birdlife. She brought in two women – Megan Jones and Katherine Andrews – to manage Hollin Bank alongside her.

She says she has had difficulties with “a lack of respect” from male farmers. “But I am learning at a late age and from the wonderful young women who work with me that you don’t have to instil fear in others to succeed in this very male world. We try to be warm and encouraging of anyone who is interested. I’m not sure this is a ‘female’ attitude to farming but I suspect it might be.”

None of the three at Hollin Bank grew up in agricultural families, bucking the tradition of succession. While Collins had a “striking ambition” to farm her whole life, her colleagues originally worked in conservation and nature restoration.

“As 70% of the UK is farmland, I wanted to understand how conservation and agriculture intertwine,” says Andrews. “I also believe we need to localise the food economy to save food miles, create jobs and deepen our connection to the land.”

If farming is in crisis it may be this new generation who look to change the status quo who will be able to find a resolution. All of them seem keen to evolve. Coates’s big ambition for the Yorkshire Agricultural Society is to engage young people because “we need to make farming relevant – there are going to be changes in agriculture over the next few years and we need to adapt”.

Dines points to the increased importance of marketing and communication – from farm shops and crafts to environmentally friendly farming practice – “all the public-facing activities at which women excel”.

Jones, who worked in restoration before joining Hollin Bank two years ago, also points to the need for communication within the indusry as well as with the public.

“We need to strengthen food systems that value farmers’ extensive knowledge of the landscapes they work in,” she says. “I think we need to listen to farmers and figure out what works financially and ecologically. How can we build resilient ecosystems?”

The reason so many more women have moved into farming is perhaps best explained when Jones talks about what she enjoys most about her work.

“My favourite thing about working on a farm is the daily and seasonal rhythms. Each day you adapt and respond to the environment and the animals. Days when we move the sheep or cows are always good days, walking with them is like a moving meditation. For someone who spent very little time doing practical work growing up, I find working with my hands very rewarding and empowering – especially as a woman.”

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The problem of normality 1 - Yor’s insecurities and her assassin job

Yor is the most controversial character within the Forgers. The problem is this - what people expect to see is an assassin, what the show gives you is a woman who seemingly is constantly failing unless she’s assassinating but she’s not assassinating enough. People want to see girl-bosses being absolute badass kicking asses 24/7, and no, instead they see a normal woman with deep-seated insecurities.

To be honest, I appreciate Endo taking this route, just because he decided to flesh out Yor as a human rather than making her just a superwoman (but I mean, she kinda is). He took the hardest road. He made an assassin who’s actually trying to live a normal life when she’s not assassinating. She wants to be “normal”. 

Wanting to be “normal” is a problem. I also see how others are upset because she seems to have a (high-paying?) job and her own space - basically symbolisms related to an independent woman - before becoming a mom/housewife. On the very surface this seems to be reversing what women have been trying to do over the years - until we realise what being/becoming an assassin has cost her.

The manga has been very open about what being a spy means and how much Loid loses just to be a spy. This is because the series is named Spy x Family  A. the family is basically forged because of a mission and is therefore very much focused on it; and B. let’s be real - writing a spy is probably easier, with solid political systems, sets of ideologies and tonnes of research to back your writing up. 

It is less fun to write an assassin. It doesn’t require a heart to be an assassin. Heck, it’s better if you have nothing but money in your head. No dreams, No relationships. No ideologies. Nothing. You go in and kill a stranger with exceptional skills and maybe also cool ass tools. You leave with cold hard cash. A professional assassin would make an excellent video game character if you are just in for gore, but it would really make a terrible character in a story, because there shouldn’t be emotional motives involved. And I think that’s why Endo did not really go really deep into it before he came up with the next arc, because stabby stabby is fun, but it’s also only stabby stabby. It doesn’t add to Yor as a character.

A character only becomes interesting when it has a human side we can understand and even relate. So what kind of person is Yor? Yor is a very sweet person who would even apologise before assassinating someone and tries to lessen their pain when she kills them, but she is also extremely shy and awkward. A lot of people see her as autistic, but a friend of mine said Endo probably didn't intend to make her autistic. That is a fair point. So what did Endo intend to write her as?

An introvert who is literally killing it in her profession but severely lacks socialisation and recognition all her life.

Yor, like other assassins, are in for the money (at first). Unlike other girl bosses and superheroes who most likely join in the business at least when they are mid to late teens, she was most likely a child or an early teen(*), having to take care of another much younger child. She desperately needed money to support her family. Her country is in war, meaning that the welfare system, if there had ever been one, was most probably wrecked. She didn’t really have a choice when she decided to become an assassin.

She became an assassin (or at least, started training) in such a young age it was almost impossible for her to continue her studies, if she had ever studied in a school at all (female attaining higher education remained to be uncommon until the 70s), meaning that she probably lacks proper education. Not being able to study in a school means she also misses important stages of development as in to socialise with others. But let’s say she did, it is also impossible for a young child to balance homework, housework, parenting AND assassin work. (1) Having extraordinary strength most probably didn’t help when she tried to make friends, if she had the time.

Before having this office job in the City Hall, Yor’s cover was being a massage therapist. That is not really a respected job judging from how people just assume that she is a sex worker. And of course she has been assassinating since a very young age. It is all waku-waku until you realise she gets no recognitions, other than maybe her “colleagues”. The outside world, outside of her assassin organisation and her home, has not been kind to her. Imagine that the only emotions you get from interactions with people other than your sibling and a small circle of “colleagues” are basically just fear and scorn.

She doesn’t really form meaningful bonds other than her brother and maybe some of her “colleagues”.(2) I would imagine that she has been marginalised so much she has formed codependent relationships with both Yuri and the Shopkeeper (and the whole organisation behind it) before she even became an adult. We know how obsessive Yuri is, but we seldom discuss how much control the Shopkeeper has on her - the Shopkeeper knows everything about her, and she had to ask for the Shopkeeper’s permission to marry. The two people are pulling her towards different directions, but don’t leave much room for her to be herself.(3) 

In a sense I would argue that Yor has never been independent. Unlike Twilight, she's never had a grand dream. She didn’t afford to have one. She only had a purpose, until that purpose no longer seems that important anymore as Yuri grows up and has his own job.(4) But then I would still not call her submissive. She didn’t have a choice when she became an assassin, and you can’t really blame a child making this decision, trying to survive and support her family at wartime. And I assume that every assassin who belong to an organisation probably doesn’t have a high level of independency - the more organized the group is, the more secrets their members know, the more eager the organization would be to keep them in check.

How her relationships with Yuri and the Shopkeeper can be contrasted with her relationship with Loid and Anya is quite interesting, but this is probably already too long for one read so maybe next time.

(*) The memories of their mother’s stew show both of them as children. Yuri most likely was only a toddler. Yor is seven years older, so most probably she was 8 to 11? I don’t really think she looks 12 in that memory though. Anyway.

(Explanations that include manga spoilers) *MANGA SPOILERS* *THE KEEP READING FUNCTION DOESN’T WORK UGHHHHH*

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(1) She admitted that she never had that much time for herself in butt-shot date. Her only reason then was that she’s busy taking care of Yuri. But one would also imagine her assassin training could take up much time too, as shown in both manga and anime, Yuri remembers how she used to come home late with blood all over her.

(2) To be honest in the manga only the Shopkeeper and the Director are introduced, and they are both father/mentor figures for Yor.

(3) Yor did contemplate on leaving the Garden, but the Shopkeeper doesn’t really seem to show signs of letting loose. Should we trust Yor when she says it can be her last mission when she decides so, or would there be complications? It is interesting how Nightfall describes Twilight to be this sharp weapon, but Twilight never aims to kill; on the other hand, Yor IS actually a weapon of the Garden, and the Shopkeeper is actually keen on keeping her sharp all the time. 

One thing that is extra curious is that usually assassins do it for money, but the Shopkeeper seems to always explain the reasons why Yor’s job matters. It is not made clear if the Garden is actually political or not, and therefore we won’t know how politically involved the other members of the Garden are. Is this a method to brainwash Yor in order to keep her on board or is it just a common belief all members share?

(4) Actually I feel that this is probably one of the main points in the cruise ship arc. I will most probably analyse it in part two.

[queerfables]

911 season 5 liveblog part 3

5x10

I'm finding it hard to believe these women are busy squabbling with each other when their husband has been blatantly lying to both of them

And they both have kids who are probably feeling very confused and upset right now maybe go take care of that

Lmfao Hen's advice about what Buck should get Taylor for Christmas. "Don't overthink it just make sure it's sweet and something she needs and also shows you know her really well" SO HELPFUL

LOL TAYLOR IS JUST AS BAD AS HIM AT THIS

Thank God for Athena telling these two women exactly what I've been wanting to say

Awwww they're bonding

Noooo lady ask him out you can do it

Awwwww he likes her too even though he hated the present she got him. Cuuute.

Oh NO Chris is freaking out about Christmas because he's worried about Eddie T_T

Oh jeeze Eddie so does not need a child frantically asking if his dad is dead right now

OK Buck's present to Taylor was crazy romantic

Oh no Eddie's leaviiiiing.

I'm sure Evan "Abandonment Issues" Buckley is gonna be super chill and normal about that

5x11

Lol at Hen's revolving door of partners

Oh God horrible??

This show has actually really desensitised me to TV injuries involving the bone showing, that used to be suuuch a major squick for me

Omg Eddie is doing 911 dispatch? Please. How long is that going to last. He's perpetually 0.5 seconds away from climbing out a third storey window to rescue a kitten. Eddie trying to keep himself out of danger by coordinating 911 responses like an alcoholic trying to pay for therapy by working at a bar.

Oh he's doing PR? That's so much worse. He'll be stir crazy in a week.

On one hand, Buck should probably not broadcast his scepticism over Eddie's career change quite so loudly. On the other hand he is meeee so how can I judge him.

It's very romantic of the wife to wanna take over driving in this Speed re-run for her husband but wasn't the whole point of Eddie's call that they can't switch him out?

Yeah so this is the kind of thing I mean though, how is Eddie supposed to watch from the sidelines while the people he cares about put themselves in danger doing the job he loves?

Oh no Eddie, left on the outside

Lol yeah Athena pegged it. Bobby's bullshit about trying to find the ~right person~ as if that has ever mattered so much before. Buck hated Eddie at first and Bobby told him to get over it.

I really love that Athena rides solo. Her being the only cop and the one who works without a partner, compared to all these firefighters who work as a team, and I don't know, I just think it shows up in some really well crafted ways in everyone's characterisation and the ways that Athena is a little different from the others.

Wow this lady is really hitting on Buck

Buck do not???

Buck stop this????

Oh he's so drunk

Hen you are giving Buck terrible advice

Yeah no that's better telling the truth is the only option but oof this is not gonna be good

I am having some thoughts and feelings about how Buck's spiral over Eddie leaving is manifesting as kissing the last person he jumped onto the roof of a car with

I'm gonna get weepy again, Chris is such a good kid and he loves his dad so much

Lol at how Eddie's response to Bobby benching him for his own good is identical to Buck's

BUCK NO

Come on you'd done the hardest part she knew something was wrong and honestly in the grand scheme briefly kissing someone else is not that bad

But now it is VERY bad

You asked her to move in instead of telling her

At this point the only thing you can do is change your name, move to another country and pray she never finds you

Oh shit Lucy is transferring here isn't she

Buckley you are fucked

5x12

Maddie! I've just been thinking about how much I missed her

Oh Maddie honey

And Chimney!! Hi Chimney

Aaaah them finding each other again gave me chills

They're two of my fav characters I've really missed them

Oh no I just full on started bawling when Maddie started singing "the wheels on the bus" to jee-an. That song is one of my son's favourites and there were a few months where singing it was the only thing that would calm him down. I was already way too emotional imagining myself in Maddie's shoes and I guess that was the breaking point lol.

Then Maddie and Chimney started singing it together and I got teary all over again

Oh this is bad I cannot have a hair trigger weeping response to the wheels on the freaking bus that's so dumb

5x13

"We broke up" what the FUCK

Lol at Maddie and Chimney catching up on all the gossip from the 118 while they've been gone

Erg, the bends is my nightmare, it's one of those human body related things I'm squeamish about

Lol Buck you are being SO weird about Lucy it's very funny

Eddie really looks like he's not doing so hot

"Pain is just weakness leaving the body" for fucks sake. you would have internalised that, wouldn't you?

Well at least Buck knows it was dumb

Urg, spiders, another nightmare :/

Yeaaaaaah this is real bad Buck

Holy fuck the woman just dousing the mugger and then herself in gasoline

Omg the fact that Eddie is having a breakdown and Christopher is freaking out and the person he calls is Buck T_T

God this is awful for Chris though

Oh jeeze, Eddie. This is awful.

Man this is devastating but in some ways I'm happy Eddie finally reached a breaking point and let himself feel his feelings

I'm also really happy that Christopher had someone he could call. That kid has been through enough.

5x14

Oh Eddie

Buck drew a heart that's so cute

Buck you REALLY should have told Taylor everything. She is going to find out, you know that right? That's literally her job description

I'm really liking this arc for Eddie. I don't know, his primary coping mechanism seems to be to compartmentalise and shut down the difficult feelings and it's been good to see him externalise a bit more. It's shown a different side of his character I think.

[yueisyum]

Don’t Think About It (Part two teaser)

genre🍾. friends trip au, enemies-ish (not really) to fwb to lovers? (Im going to try my hardest to piss you guys off 🫡 wish me luck)

pairings ⛸ conflicted donghyuck x oblivious reader

warnings 📢 future- alcohol consumption, groping, sexual tension x100 AND smut/⚠️ (but one of that now, not in the teaser silly)

Note: this is a teaser for the full story of dtai, Which should be uploaded by Monday. If you want to read part one before then here it is > 📺

Once again, if you are just looking for the smut I’ll will have a separate post just for that! So don’t worry if you don’t want to read the whole story, (though I recommend you do 😉)

“Are you not going to get ready? We need to be ready by 1:30.“ you turn around to see heachan. He was wearing wide leg jeans and a black and brown stripped hoodie. His hair is naturally swayed the sides and he’s leaning up against the entry way wall, watching you carefully. “I just finished washing my hands” you turn back around when he makes a face, Confused as to why your staring at him and his figure for so long. He smirks in realization.

You turn the faucet off and dry your hands. When you finally turn around to give him your full attention, you lightly jump to see how much closer he’s gotten. “I know we just talked about this, but I have some more questions about our agreement” he bends down a bit to look at you clearly. You peek over his shoulder to see if anyone has stumble into the kitchen. “Here? Now?”

“Mhm” he gnaws on him bottom lip, moving his head in front of yours so you’ll look at him. His eyes flicker between your eyes and your mouth. A picture you feel as if you’ve seen too many time before. “Ok… What is it?” You look away, trying your best to sound nonchalant. “If we fuck, we have to promise to remain honest with each other” you turn to him with a expression that he can’t help but laugh at. “What does that mean?”

“I mean, if you happen to catch feelings for me, you have to tell me, deal?”

What if you already did?

“And if I catch feelings for you, I’ll tell you. That way we can end it”

End it?

“We both need this right? I mean, I trust you, and I’m assuming you trust me.. right?” You nod in agreement. “So deal?” You think for a moment. He leans forward. placing his hands in the counter behind you, caging you in.

“So like friends with benefits?”

“Let’s not call it that” he slightly shacks his head.

“Why not?”

“You really never watch tv shows do you?”

You roll your eyes again

“This isn’t a tv show” you argue. “feels like one”

“Ok… whatever. No feelings” you agree grabbing his hand from the counter behind you to shake it, as if making a business deal. He laughs at your seriousness. But He reallly wanted to correct you, He wanted to interrupt you tell you ‘I never said no feelings’ but those words refuse to lead his lips for some reason.

“but that might be pretty hard, considering your already madly in love with me” you joke, hopefully hiding the thoughts that are playing In Your head. You get fidgety, feeling as if he could read your mind.

He laughs- scoffs* with his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “Real funny” you join him.

You two stare at each other for a moment.

“So… why do you want to have a friends with benefits relationship…. With…. Me?” You ask. Curious eyes now following his when he tries to look away.

“I thought we weren’t calling it that.”

“What are we calling it then?”

“Two friends helping each other out”

“Hm… Are you not going to answer my question?”

“I’m a 22 year old guy in college y/n, I’m horny 24/7, and your a women. It just works out” he shrugs trying to dismiss your piercing eyes.

Your smile drops to deadpan at him. “There will be other ‘women’ at the party tonight, so why me?” You push.

“Does it matter?” He argues, looking between your eyes.

“It does now” you argue back, crossing your arms dramatically.

So stubborn you both thought at the same time.

“Y/n” you turn to the entry way of the kitchen to see Yuta and Yejun at the door……