#the way your drew my Michael just chef’s kiss

[chloesimaginationthings]

THIS IS ACTUALLY PEAK!!

so as you all may know i very much love me and @junebugzjuniperr's schmidt brothers au where essentially michael afton from the games meets mike schmidt from the movies.

as such, of course you can expect me to absolutely adore @chloesimaginationthings's comics of the fnaf movie and game characters interacting with each other (seriously if you happen to see this your stuff is truly fantastic)

however as i continued on i noticed one a key differences in my and chloe's stuff and that is michael afton the corpse man himself

so uh i drew this

i love how ugly and gross and scraggly and horrific my michael afton is truly especially next to the pristine chloe michael it makes me chuckle

but yeah basically my version of michael afton has a big self-loathing problem (and some british teeth hehe)

also i totally didnt steal that punchline from tf2 of course not there's no way i thought of saxton hale on page seven of the war! comic when i wrote chloe-michael's line of course not how could you think that

[monsterfuneral]

just peachy | the lost boys

Relationship: Poly!The Lost Boys x Gender Neutral!Reader

Request:  Can I send in a request because your writing is *chef's kiss*? I'm just having a rough day and I'm tired of having a stupid accent. I'm from Georgia and my friends always tease me about saying certain words. Could you maybe write something about the boys' so is tired of them teasing her but she doesn't say anything because she doesn't want to seem weak or something. But she starts teaching herself how to talk "correctly" and then the boys realize her accent is basically gone and then try to make her feel better? 💛

Words: 2.1k

Warnings/Tags: Angst with a happy ending, changing yourself in order to satisfy your partner(s), insecurity, *Bo Burnham voice* prolonged eye contact, and some sexual tension for absolutely no reason

Author’s Note: Ah finally, someone else in this fandom that also lives in this hell state (I’m assuming you mean the USA Georgia). As someone who literally did this as a child, thus resulting in me not having an accent anymore unless I jokingly put one on, I felt like this request so hard. 

I’m sorry you’re having such a hard time right now dude, and I’m sorry it took me this long to write out but I wanted to make it as good as possible for you <3

Also thank you so much for the compliment on my writing that truly means so much.

Anywho I’ll shut up now, I hope this turned out okay and you enjoy the story! 

REQUESTS OPEN

(please read my “I do NOT write” section before sending in anything <3)

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You moved to Santa Carla at the beginning of spring, focusing on better job opportunities and using it as an excuse to explore a new place away from the south. Living in Georgia could be tiring, seeing the same thing over and over again, looking at the same buildings, driving through the same towns. Sure it was where you grew up, but it was slowly feeling less like a home. So the second you saw the opportunity to leave and live somewhere else, you took it. There were things to do, people to meet, interesting jobs that actually appealed to you. 

It was nearing winter now. Sure you missed the yellowing leaves and crisp fall air that could hang around until noon. That was a sacrifice you were willing to make though, if it meant you could continue to work on the boardwalk right next to the beach. Where it was lively and something new was happening every night, keeping you interested. 

You leaned over the railing, looking out at the sparkling water and over to the live concert that had packed the beach for the night. Your shift at the boardwalk’s thrift store had just ended, giving you time to catch the last song that the opening band was playing. 

Arms encircled around your waist, making you snap out of your music induced daze. “Hey there sweet thing.” Paul muttered against the shell of your ear before nuzzling his nose against your neck. 

The rest of the boys slowly joined, caging both you and Paul in as they looked down at the beach to the show that was still going on. David leaned his back against the railing and looked at you, winking with a cigarette burning between his lips where one corner of his lips turned upwards in a smirk. You gave him a sweet smile, pulling Paul’s arms tighter around your waist. 

“Y’all are a little late tonight.” You mused, looking at Marko who leaned forward against the railing with his arms. Paul squeezed you a little tighter with a soft chuckle brushing against your ear. The boys all had a smile on their lips when they heard you talk.

You had met the boys not even a week after you had touched down in the bustling city. The four bikers, clad in leather with cocky attitudes radiating off of them staring you down. They could probably tell you were new in town, seeing how your doe eyes would stare at the boardwalk attractions in amazement. After all, the only times you had actually been any amusement parks in Georgia was when they’d open up seasonally. Even then it was rare since at the time you had a busy job to keep up with and sometimes it would get too humid to bother going anyway. Your innocent curiosity of a new location drew them in, putting up a front that they could show you around some time. After all, it was uncommon for a southerner to grace Santa Carla with their presence, so color them curious. 

The boys had always assumed that people from the south tended to keep to themselves in their small towns, going to church, and gripping their racial biases tight. Plus, it had also been well over four decades since they’d been to the south, their last visit being less than stellar. So when they first met you they were weary, not knowing exactly what was in store and what direction the conversation was going to go, and if you would end up being food by the end of the night. 

Luckily for all of you the conversation had actually gone very well, and the thrift store slowly started to become a spot they would drop by more frequently. They found you adorable, the accent and the way you talked, it was all just so different from what they were used to. Not long into knowing you, they started inviting you out with them, wanting to actually get to know you past where you were from and where you worked. From there your relationship blossomed into what it was now. 

“Had to get a little snack before dropping by.” Marko smirked, poking Paul’s bicep “Someone had the stomach rumbles bad.” 

“Ugh stop.” Paul groaned “I was hungry.”

“Well maybe you should have eaten more last night.” Dwayne chuckled softly, bumping his shoulder with Paul’s teasingly. 

“I tried!” Paul argued “Michael was being a total blood hog!” All the boys collectively sent a silencing ‘shut up’ glare to the rowdy blonde. 

You chuckled softly “Well next time you just gotta butt his ass out of the way.” 

It was a whole two months into knowing the boys before their little fanged secret was revealed. Granted it was by accident but whatever. 

It had been getting close to nightfall by the time you walked into the cave unannounced, planning on surprising them. But they were nowhere to be found so you decided to wait it out on the couch, mindlessly flipping through an old comic from Marko’s stash. When the sun had finally dropped behind the water, the boys all came flying out of a hole at the top of the cave flying in circles around the ceiling whooping and hollering, playfully chasing each other before hearing you gasp. 

The conversation you all had after that lasted all night. David tried insisting that you had to turn now that you knew, while Dwayne and Marko protested, knowing that they no longer had to enforce that rule with Max being dead. Either way, six months later and it was safe to say you knew pretty much everything when it came to their lives as vampires. 

From then on things had been pretty smooth sailing. 

Well until recently. 

Of course you knew the boys weren’t perfect, they did in fact kill people for food, so you weren’t exactly expecting to have boyfriend’s sent down from god himself. But by being with them it made you notice some things about yourself that you never really did before. Sure you knew they probably meant well, but picking at the way you said things made you feel a little insecure, in fact you were growing to dislike your accent because of it. And as a result you started to change your speech and the way you talked. The lingering thought of ‘maybe they’ll be happier like this’ in the back of your head just kept chewing away, and as a way to not come off as weak, you remained silent about the problem you had with their teasing. 

If they noticed they never said anything. Not commenting on the way your speech smoothed out into something you assumed they would find more tolerable. At first you had done it just as an experiment to see if you could even do it without them noticing. Which, to you, had seemed to be the case. 

Seemed to be.

Little did you know they were a lot more observant than you gave them credit for. Especially David. He had been the first to notice how you were using some words less and less, you had seemed closed off from them in general. The other boys slowly started to realize it too, noticing the almost subtle way your accent seemed to just go away after months of them hearing it. It was confusing to say the least. 

Some of them- mainly Paul- had chalked it up to being around them for so long, but they knew that wasn’t the case. If it were, Dwayne’s own accent would have been long gone by now. 

“Is something wrong?” David chimed out of nowhere, blowing smoke towards the stars. All eyes turned to him and you furrowed your brows in, confused. “You’re suppressing your accent. Why?” 

You felt your cheeks heat up, not having expected this conversation so soon “Um… I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You tried playing dumb, hoping he would just drop the subject. But this was David and you knew that was very unlikely. 

He let out a deep chuckle before sliding himself in front of you, blocking out your view of the show on the beach, and trapping you between himself and Paul. He lifted your chin with his thumb and index finger, the leather of his glove brushing against your bottom lip softly, keeping your head in place so he could look into your eyes. You felt like he was staring into your soul, reading you, attempting to pry the secrets from your brain.

“Don’t lie sweetheart.” He tilted his head, challenging you to argue back “I’ve been around for a long, long time. It’s not hard to notice a change as simple as an accent. Especially when it comes to our mate.” 

Mate. This was the first time you heard him actually use the word himself. It made your heart pick up pace in your chest, and you were sure they could all hear it. He brought himself closer, not exactly caring about the public’s prying eyes at your current predicament. He cupped your jaw and brought his face closer to yours, your noses brushing against each other before he teasingly kissed the corner of your mouth. He was toying with you, making you drop your guard.

“Answer the question baby.” Paul whispered against the shell of your ear, making you shiver.

Marko and Dwayne were both leaning on the railing on either side of the three of you, looking out at the ocean as if this wasn’t even happening. Well, with the occasional side eye in your direction.

David pulled away, and you subconsciously chased after him, seeking more contact. You let out a quiet whine, glaring at him as he took yet another drag from his cigarette. 

“Well?” 

“Fuck- Okay fine.” You mutter in defeat, no longer seeing a use in trying to fight them when they already suspected the truth. “I didn’t want to say anythin’, I mean it’s really not anything to get worked up over. It’s just that I’m tired of being teased for how I say stuff.” The accent slowly melded into your words, slight slip ups that had been harder to tame with the little time you’ve been training yourself to speak more ‘correctly’. “So uh- I thought I’d try and talk a little more normally.” 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Dwayne asked, his attention now fully on you. 

You shrugged, slightly embarrassed “I don’t know. I mean it wasn’t your problem, and I thought it might be a little less annoying to hear me talk, y’know like-” 

“Like Paul?” Marko interrupted, receiving a punch in the shoulder from the wild haired blonde. 

Paul shook his head softly like a disappointed parent “No cool man.” 

A laugh left your lips, glad that they were being at least a little light hearted about it. “No. I guess I just kinda assumed you guys didn’t like it. So I just thought- well you know.” 

The conversation went silent, all of them staring at you before looking at each other. Dwayne was the first to crack from his stony expression and smile at you, his cool hand coming to smooth over your warm cheek. He caressed your skin gently with his thumb, silently admiring you for a second. 

“All you had to do was talk to us. I could’ve told Paul and Marko to shut the hell up for you.” He joked, making you smile with him before laughing. “You don’t have to change yourself to please us. That’s not something we expect from you.” 

Paul let go of you, spinning you around and catching you before you tripped over your own feet. “Yeah! You could have totally said something! You’re not gonna hurt our feelings or anything babe.” He brought you to his chest, giving your cheek an overly wet kiss, trying his best to lighten your mood. David’s hand smoothed up from your shoulder blade to your shoulder, the cool leather welcome against the heat on your neck. He brought himself closer, trapping you against himself and Paul once again, if not bringing himself closer this time. 

Marko smirked at the way your eyes clouded over slightly, “Yeah I mean… If anything I think it’s kinda hot.” He said, tracing the lapel of the leather jacket you wore, twirling the dark purple squid lures he had gifted you around his index finger. His eyes were lidded when he looked at you, a cocky smirk on his lips. 

You wanted so badly to tell him to fuck off, but oddly enough the reassurance did help. Realizing that you in fact did not have to change in order to please them, and that’s not what they wanted from you was like a breath of fresh air. It lifted a weight from your shoulders and you were thankful for it, leaving you wishing you had said something sooner. You loved them, and while being in Santa Carla was a huge change in your life, you wouldn’t want to experience it with anyone else other than them.

[1994sunflower]

All my hormonal ass can think about is maybe early in the relationship Y/N’s insecure about how little sexual experience she had and she made a joke like “oh maybe I need to go out and practice with some more people haha” just kidding around but Mikey’s eyes like popped out of his head and he was all like “whAT?? nOPE” and fucked that idea right outta her 🥺 I know you’re focusing on the sequel at the moment but I thought maybe it was a hot idea for future use if you liked it. In love w ur work

as soon as i saw this request i was so excited to write this. this idea was so hot to even think about let alone write out, i hope i gave justice to it because it was just *chefs kiss*

also explored a bit of mean!michael in their relationship and oh my...i need a fan

in which michael reminds you who you belong to

The t-shirt you had ‘borrowed’ from Michael was long enough to almost reach your knees like a dress. You almost drowned in it but that didn’t stop you from wearing it. In fact, it might have been the reason you liked it so much.

It was definitely the reason Michael liked you wearing it. Seeing you so small and wide-eyed in something of his, the way his shirt, used to his broad shoulders reached well past your own shoulders was enough to send his already dirty thoughts grow filthier. Even the design of the shirt, a dark black one with an obscure metal band logo painted on the front in dark blue, made it clear whose shirt you were wearing. It made it clear who you belonged to and what it meant that you were wearing it.

His pride grew every time you wore anything of his but it seemed almost unmanageable when others saw you in them. The knowledge that everyone knew what the implications of you wearing it meant drove him wild. You knew it by the way his eyes darkened each time you slipped his shirt past your shoulders or the way he bit his lip and drew you closer. Each chance he got, he would take you out in it or make up any excuse that would make you wear it in public  - ‘I forgot something at your apartment’, ‘Want to go out to eat?’, ‘Let’s take a walk’ and each followed by ‘No! You don’t have to change clothes’.

It served your own pride just as well to wear something of his, to show everyone who he had chosen. That you were the one that managed to capture his heart. But along with that pride came a level of discomfort. Not that you didn’t feel victorious with most of the jealous stares you caught on campus or the way Michael’s own eyes trailed up and down your body each time he saw you in his shirts. Or even what they usually brought out in him after he had gotten you alone in his room.

No, what brought you discomfort were the same stares that Michael loved attracting to you. Because those eyes often had a level of judgement and surprise that made you feel even smaller than usual. Especially coming from the beautiful girls Michael had likely already slept with sometime in the past.

The surprise that Michael had chosen someone like you, someone so inexperienced, naive, so shy. When he had already experienced the girls who knew what they were doing, who could make him feel better than you likely could. Your cheeks burned at the thought.

Everything you knew from sex, you learned from Michael. You knew what Michael liked and you were figuring out just how to give him that. But you were getting plenty of practice - Michael made sure of that. Still though, it wasn’t enough. You wanted to be Michael’s best, to drive him wild, and while he reassured you plenty of times that you were, you weren’t sure how much you believed him.

The house was empty when you came back, hand in hand with Michael. He let go of you on to get a beer and you trailed off into his room. When he came back, he strode directly to you, wrapped his arm around your body and pushing you up against him with a playful smirk.

“You look so good in my shirt, baby girl.” He said lazily. Your boyfriend didn’t speak much, his cool eyes not giving anything away either and it was part of what made him so scary to others. Even though he was more comfortable around you, speaking out much more often and for longer sentences he was still often hard to read. But when he did speak his thoughts, his words made you melt.

The smile you gave him then was full of light and bubbly, he couldn’t help but leaning down to peck you on the lips. When he let go of you, you plopped gracefully down on his bed, barely making a dent on the mattress because you sat with only one knee on the bed and the other on the ground.

Michael took one gulp of his drink and sat it down on his nightstand, still standing and rummaging through his things.

“The girls on campus don’t seem to think so.” You muttered. You weren’t really upset, it was hard to be when Michael had doted on you and treated you like a princess all day, showing you off for the whole world to see that he was yours. But that didn’t take away the sting of insecurity their glaring and surprised eyes scratched into you. Sometimes you wondered how much easier it would be if your boyfriend didn’t have a past like Michael’s.

You watched as Michael’s eyes furrowed in confusion and you knew right then that he hadn’t noticed them. You had learned to read him so well even when he didn’t say what he was thinking. His eyes were only on you and the way you fit so perfectly in his hands and arms, the way you looked so protected and cute in his shirt. He only cared about the way you proudly wore something that screamed at others that you had a bigger, stronger boyfriend, that you were taken. By him.

When you continued, you were mostly teasing him because you knew he would find a way to reassure you and after being with Michael for enough time, you had seen just how much no one could come close to your place in his heart and life. You were free of doubts. But you couldn’t deny the truth of the insecurities you had stowed away within your words. “They’re just surprised you would date someone like me when I’m not as experienced as you or them.”

You saw Michael roll his eyes but before he could answer you, tell you just how little he cared about their fucking opinions, how much he liked you having been with only him, exploring your kinks with you, and being able to teach you everything he liked like no one else knew, you cut him off. Your eyes already swimming in humor, you said the next teasing thing that came to your mind.

“Maybe I need to go out and practice with some more people.” You giggled loudly. You were joking, obviously. It was fun to make light of something that would otherwise bother you more than you’d like and you were determined not to waste your energy on insecurities.

Sleeping with someone other than Michael was not something you wanted or ever even thought of doing, for practice or not. You didn’t really think anyone could be better than Michael in bed.

Michael, however, didn’t find your joke funny.

“What?” He stilled his movements and turned to look at you directly, his eyes wide and caught off guard. He never imagined those words leaving his girlfriends lips. And it didn’t take long for him to find that he didn’t like them. Even at your humorous laugh, he narrowed his eyes. The thought of another man being able to touch your small body, feel your tight walls, see your innocent doe-eyes, experience your submission, the way only he had ever experienced you had his blood running hot. You didn’t need practice, but even if you did, there would be no way in hell he’d let anyone else teach you. As if they even could.

No one could make you feel as good as he could. But it seemed like you had forgotten that.

Your laugh died on your lips and instead you let out a nervous chuckle, “It was just a …”

His hand was around your throat and your back was against his mattress before you could finish. “No, you’re not going to fucking do that.”

You whimpered under him and you felt yourself getting wet at his actions. With him directly above you, your entire figure was enveloped under his.

And he knew it, he saw the way your pupils dilated and the way your breathing got heavier with want. You were turned on with just a bit of manhandling. One of his hands grabbed hold of your hair and pulled you up to him by your hair. His kiss was bruising and you were sure your lips were going to be puffy in a few minutes from his roughness and bites. But you weren’t complaining.

Instead your hands trailed down his body, over his chest and abs down to the bulge straining against his jeans. And he growled under his breath as he pulled away. His mouth was set and his jaw was locked, he wasn’t happy. Even at just the thought, a joke, of you with other men. He didn’t want to think of you with anyone other than him, no one deserved to experience you like he did.

Truthfully he wasn’t even sure if he deserved to, but you were his girlfriend and he couldn’t dream of letting the innocence he loved so much being ruined by someone other than him. He didn’t want to think of him not being the only man you have been with anymore. He was the only one that had touched your body intimately, felt your warmest and privatest chambers, seen you bare and exposed for him, coaxed those beautiful pleasured sounds from your lips and he intended to keep it that way.

“Are you such a cock hungry little slut that you’re thinking about going to other men? Even with how much I fuck you?” He asked you, holding your face just inches from you. He shook your head by the hair still in his grip for a second before one hand reached up and slapped your cheek deliciously, making you moan loudly. “Huh?”

You were writhing away from him but not because you wanted to leave, but because you were so turned on you needed movement, anything. But he held you still until you answered. “No, no daddy. O-Only you.”

“Yeah?” Michael dropped you quickly and you couldn’t even register your new position before he grabbed a hold of your hips and settled you on all fours, your ass facing him. “You think you need practice? Show me what a good girl you can be on my cock and I’ll give you practice. You don’t need anyone else.”

You heard the clinking of his belt as he undid it and let it drop to the ground beside him. The rustle of his jeans sounded as he let it pool around his legs at the same time he flipped the hem of his shirt you were wearing to expose your ass and panties. The ripping sound of your panties was unmistakable as you felt the rush of air on your now exposed pussy.

You gasped, “Mikey!” Your tone was chastising because he had just ruined the only underwear you had in his house but that tone soon changed to a gasp of pleasure as he entered you without warning.

Your back arched and you moved down to bury your face and moans into the mattress. Each inch of him that you took in as he eased slowly in you at first, your walls clenched around him tightly. It was funny how quick you had ended up like this when just a few moments before you were having a regular conversation.

Michael’s eyes closed at the feeling of your tight walls hugging him. He wasn’t even halfway in you yet but the pleasure was overwhelming, he had the urge to just pound into you right away, to fuck away any thoughts of being with anyone other than him.  How could you feel like you were inexperienced when you responded to him so well, took him so good and fucked him like a dream?

No one could please him like you could, no one knew what he liked and gave it to him like you did. He never kept them around long enough for them to learn. You were his best.

You were still wearing his shirt as he drove into you, his thrusts causing you to bounce against him and the hem of his shirt slid more and more off of you to expose your stomach and tits. And it was the sight of his shirt on your tiny body that had him groaning under his breath and pounding into your harder. His eyes darkened at the thought of how everyone else saw you as a quiet, smart, nice girl while he had you on your knees for him, degrading you and fucking you like he deemed fit.

His hips snapped quickly against yours and you moaned out in harmony with the sound of skin slapping against each other as his balls hit you with each thrust. Once in a while, he would pull out until only his tip was in you before slamming his full length into your cunt.

“Is this the practice you wanted?” He slapped your ass harshly. He was mad. He had something to prove and he was determined to prove it. You wouldn’t even think of needing anyone else when he was done with you. Because he was the only cock you needed, the one who could please you as much as you wanted and more.

Your cries of pleasure sounded throughout the room and even the empty house in answer as you clutched pieces of the bed sheet under you. You were surprised with just how turned on his angry voice made you. You tried to wiggle your ass to meet his thrust as much as you could under his hard grip. Feeling your body move with him so easily, it was hard not to respond and you could almost feel your eyes wanting to roll back from the feeling of his thick girth stretching you out so good. This was better than the practice you joked about.

“Fucking take it.” One of Michael’s legs moved to the bed, allowing him even fuller access to bend over you. The new angle of him sent you moving forward but he kept you still with his hands on your hip. His dark desires were nearly suffocating as he saw just how small you were under him. He loved your size and how easy it made it to dominate you.

One of his hands left your hips and moved to your head. You felt him pushing your face further into the mattress as his thrusts got rougher. His hips stuttered just a bit at how good you looked being shoved under his tattooed hands, “Do you think anyone else can fuck you like I can? Make you feel this good?”

You tried shaking your head but you couldn’t under his hand, instead you were left with useless moans filtering out of your open mouth and against the mattress. Your eyes were closed and the most you could formulate in your head, through the immense pleasure of his unrelenting thrusts, was a scream of his name.

His chuckle was mean and taunting, and you clenched around his cock at the sound. “Look at you under me like a dumb little whore. You can’t even think straight when I fuck you. But you’re still thinking about going to other guys?” He growled out, “Remember whose bitch you are. You’re mine. This is the only cock you’ll ever get. Or are you so spoiled you want more?”

This time you managed to shake your head pathetically. Right then, feeling Michael driving into you, you couldn’t imagine how the thought of anyone else could ever even have crossed your mind. When Michael was filling you up so incredibly well, no one could ever please you as good and you were sure of it. It was a stupid thing to say in the first place.

“Use your words.” Michael said just as he began drilling into you faster, pulling his other leg onto the bed to give him the best angle and balance he could get. He pushed your head into the mattress deeper. You arched away from him at the unexpected wave of pleasure moving through you but he kept you from moving much.

“No, only want you.” You sounded delirious. “No one can else can fuck me like you can. Ohmy…it feels so good.”

“That’s right,” He praised. “I’m the only one that can make you feel this good. No one know your body like I do. And no one else will ever fucking get the chance to.” It only took just one touch of his tip to the spot that always drove you wild that had you creaming all over his dick. You curled your fingers around the sheet under you again as you let the euphoria wash over you.

“Fuck.” Michael’s moan was pleased and just a bit strained as he felt his own climax approaching. “That’s my good girl.”

His praise made your heart soar but you didn’t get to appreciate it much because soon he took a hold of your hair again, pulling you up at the same time he pulled out of you. You couldn’t help the whimper at the empty feeling he left without his cock inside of you. You surprised even yourself, you’d still take more of him. Maybe you were a slut for him.

He moved you to the ground, onto your knees and you were left with looking up at him with the big naive eyes you knew he liked as he stood before you. His hard cock was, wet from your juices, directly in front of your face.

“Still thinking of getting practice from other guys?” You shook your head submissively. You never really thought of doing it but with Michael’s reminder of just how much you didn’t need to, even the thought of it felt silly. Your body was more than pleased with who you were with. Anyone else would feel like a disappointment. Only he knew what you liked, treated you with just the right mix of degradation and love. Only he fucked you like you wanted.

“Let’s give you something useful to do with that mouth.” Immediately, he moved his cock into your mouth and, with both hands holding your head, he began to thrust into your warm hole. He had a sick satisfaction of how easily he could dominate you, how submissive you were for him. He loved feeling you choking around his dick. Your throat closed around him every time his tip reached your throat. You gagged at his deep thrusts but the sound just joined in a chorus of groans and filthy gulping sounds ringing throughout the room. Spit was almost dripping from his length every time he pulled out. His head was thrown back in pleasure as he controlled the pace. You tasted yourself on his length but all you did was work to take more of his dick into your mouth, deep throating him as much as you could. You wanted to please him as much as possible.

Your jaw was hurting by the vigor of his thrusts by the time he pulled out completely and instead just moved to stand right in front of you. He still had his hands on his dick when he slapped you twice on the cheek with it. He held you so your face was just a few inches from his big dick. You were so close you could see the fine details of the tattoos running along his lower abdomen which connect all the way to his chest, neck and arms. You could see any faces drawn, any whisps of ink, words dotted here and there.

He was already moving his hand up and down his cock, jerking off right in front of your face. His fingers read out F U C K appropriately.  His other hand still in your hair and keeping you in front of his cock. You were so small or maybe he was so tall, but he had to hold you up otherwise you, on your knees, wouldn’t reach right where he wanted you. “Go on, tell me how stupid your little joke was, how much you don’t need anyone else when I fuck you so good and when you do so well on my cock because its where you belong.”

Your eyes were drawn to his dick and part of you wanted to take it into your mouth again to finish him off, drooling at the though, but you followed orders. “My idea was stupid, I don’t need any other cock but yours. Only you can fuck me right. I only need you. The only practice I need is with you.” Your voice was raspy from the hard throat-fucking he had given you just moments before.

But your words were true. You were so fucked out, your legs shaking under you from how good he had just wrecked you that you couldn’t even think about why you made that joke, or even what you said verbatim honestly. The concept of what you had even said to trigger this was slipping from your mind at the stimulation you received. The idea was gone from your mind permanently. Your mind only screamed his name, brought you back to the pleasure only he could give you and begged to get him to his release and make him happy.

His hand moved on his dick faster, your slick allowing his hand to move easily. “Don’t forget who you belong to, little one.”

Then he came. All over your face and you closed your eyes at the feeling of his cum spilling over your cheeks and lips. It was degrading but you relished in the feel of it. Some of it got on the collar of his shirt that was still on your body but he didn’t care.

“So good, baby.” He was groaning as he did so, his hand never stopping so he could get as much of his cum on you as possible. It was symbolic really, to have his cum all over your face was the most obvious way to remind you and reassure himself that you, submissively covered in his cum, were completely his and that no one else would ever have you because he had claimed you and you loved him.

“Look at me.” Your eyes snapped up to him obediently and his eyes darkened at the sight of you, kneeling and his cum staining your innocent and pure, doll like, expression. Your mascara was running. If only others could see you now, they would cringe at the way he had tainted the wholesome and virtuous girl everyone else knew. And his heart only grew at the thought.

“You look so pretty like that.” He cooed, his angry expression from before gone. He was breathing heavily and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He had proven himself to you and how much you didn’t need anyone else. He would be your only practice, your only teacher when it came to sex. And he was determined for it to stay that way. He pleased you enough for all thoughts otherwise to disappear.

You licked a bit of his cum from the corner of your lips, swallowing it, and the smile you gave him then definitely didn’t belong in such a dirty scene. And he wondered again how he had gotten so lucky to call you his, to be the man who got to have you in every way he fantasized. The one you loved. And the only one you would ever be pleased by from now on. He had just solidified that.

You didn’t need practice, you had proven that to yourself too. You responded to him perfectly and the feeling of you around him was better than he had ever felt before, he showed you he was more than pleased. But if you wanted it, you’d only get it from him.

[derekmorganscrocs]

Nancy Drew 2x5

Thoughts While Watching!

MAJOR MAJOR MAJOR SPOILERS.

The episode was so chaotic I couldn’t hold back. PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU HAVENT WATCHED!!!

Using yourselves as bait is a horrible idea. Off to a great start also Ace looks adorable in moonlight.

George and her sisters taking a selfie almost made me burst into tears.

WALLET CHAIN NICK WALLET CHAIN NICK WALLET CHAIN NICK WOW ONG ARMS (ok looking back maybe a minor overreaction but it’s facts, sorry.)

IF ACE DIES I WILL RIOT. RIOT.

WOAH BESS AND GEORGE. DONT GANG UP ON ACE YOU FUCKERS. YOU FUCKERS. I WILL RAIN HELLFIRE UPON YOU. OH SHIT NICK IS SNAPPING AT NANCY. OUCH STOP FIGHTING YALL ARE SUPPOSED TO BFFS. ok I mean it kinda is Nancy’s fault but that was kinda harsh my guys.

Also I love that jacket that Ace keeps wearing it’s adorable. (Commercial break rn. Yes I still think hallmark men look like property brothers.)

THE GURLS ARE FIGHTING AGAIN. BUT ALSO TEAMING UP TO SPY ON NANCY. STOP THEY’RE ALREADY ARGUING ABOUT BINOCULARS. OMFG WHY DID RYANS DAD STICK A PI ON HIM WTF FATHER SON BONDING??? ahahhahha parenting books-

Carson and Ryan’s friendship is a crackship and I LOVE IT.

Something seems a little off about Hannah and it may just be me, but I’m a little suspicious of her.

THE WAY RYAN TRIED TO HIDE “respectfully following, maybe-“ STOP “you keep a vacuum in your trunk” STOP BOTH DADS KEEP A VACUUM IN THEIR CAR I CANT.

I thought ace was gonna go in the freezer when he went to get the sand and I was screaming. Literally. “NO! NO! NO.” Then he didn’t.

Do george and nick have double the odds? Sorry that was a bit random.

I’m kinda freakin out rn.

MAAM THIS IS NO TIME TO CHAT.

“The fish lady” even when Im crying over my nerves for Ace he can make me laugh. “Shuffling off our mortal coils” ?? Ok English Major babe.

STOP THE WITNESS PROTECTION PERSON HAS TO BE HIS MOM.

ACE WHY DID YOU NAME YOUR KNiFE MADELINE? WHY DO I LOVE IT?

I feel for Nick rn. He’s so sweet. I CANNOT.

IM FREAKIN OUT MAN.

PLEASE TELL ME CARSON AND RYAN ARE STILL FOLLOWING NANCY PLS PLS

Commercial: this random turtle commercial came on and it has the same energy as “call me elf one more time” from the movie elf. You know, the Christmas one.

NO WHATS HAPPENING WHY ALL OF THEM.

NO ACE NO NO NO IM FIVE SECONDS AWAY FROM TEARS.

OH THAT SCARED ME SHES IN THE TRUCK.

THAT FIRE IS TOO CLOSE FOR MY LIKING.

Sorry but the show is called nancy drew so I’m not overly worried for her, admittedly it’s nerve wracking, but she’s immune to dead.

NO ACE GOT HIT.

NICK KILLED IT??

LUCY IS GOING TO SAVE NANCY??? OMG PLS LUCY HURRY UP MAAM!! Oh nvm Nancy is an independent queen. Go nancy!!!

OH THANK GOD PLS I JUST SOBBED. ACE IS OK GUYS. Ok it seems like I’m overly obsessed with him, but I knew nancy was safe (main character immunity) and George and Nick we’re together, and Bess has too many loose ends to go yet, but Ace is the only character that doesn’t exist in the books and I’m in love with him, AND HE GOT STABBED. SO YEAH I was the most freaked for him.

TOO EASY. IT WAS TOO EASY. I was right it was too easy.

(Commercial) I have screeched several times. Several. I’m freakin out man!!

Are they just accepting death rn?? What is this? STOP IM ABOUT TO SOB. THE SISTERS I CANT BECAUSE I RELATE TO THAT. ok I’m suddenly seeing myself in george and I can’t. NOT THE FOUND FAMILY I WILL CRY. I WILL.

OH SHIT ITS NOT HIS MOM ITS NOT HIS MOM. THATS SOMEHOW WORSE.

Nick is a badass. Ryan don’t be a dick. Oh of course it’s a copy. Yes Nick blackmail Ryan with ur ex’s name!!! WHY WOULD RYAN NOT ASK ABOUT TOMORROW.

Please Nancy panicking with Carson. I can’t. “I need him now” is pain. OUCHIE. OUCH. Carson pls I’m crying. I CANNOT.

YOU FUCKERS SHOULD’VE JUST SALTED AND BURNED THE NECKLACE. DUMB BITCHES.

Ok I like where we’re going. YES APPEAL TO THE HUMAN. THIS WHAT I BEEN SAYING (other than salt and burn). Nancy/Odette friendship will be gold.

ACE SPEAKS FRENCH ACE SPEAKS FRENCH NICK IS A LITERATURE MAJOR?? OK??? I literally SMACKED my hand on my face when ace rolled that r “j’espère” WOWW

DONT DIE DONT DIE DONT DIE

ACE

OMFG OH SHE THREW THEM ALL. oh I think nancy is breaking through. OMFG.

FRENCH NICK FRENCH NICK FRENCH NICK.

WOW george looks amazing in the blue lighting, I can’t.

Woah. Woah. She really just- THEY DID IT!!! OH NO. NO NO NO. GEORGE.

George needed a redemption arc, where we see her be nice and decent, not to fuckin DIE! WHAT IS THIS. I WILL RIOT. I IDENTIFY WITH GEORGE NOW AND THEY CANT TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME.

COMMERCIALS AGAIN!!!! BUBLY AND MICHAEL BUBLÉ I SIMPLY CANNOT. I LOVE MICHAEL BUBLÉ HES JUST THE HUMAN VERSION OF CHRISTMAS AND HAPPINESS.

She said it back. She said it back. PLEASE NO. NO. I CANT. NICK’s VOICE GETTING ALL SMALL. NO. NO. NO. Nick, let ace help you. IM GONNA CRY. NICK ALMOST HAD ME BUT THEN BESS, THEN YOU JUST SEE THAT LITTLE BREAK ON ACES FACE I CANNOT.

STOP. “personal space drew” SHES SASSY ALREADY. NO IM SO HAPPY.

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS LAST NICK AND GEORGE MOMENT WAS CHEFS KISS.

“No more curses” YEAH OK HAVE FUN WIT DAT.

That’s a beautiful view though, over the water. George babe, you seem to have summoned odette back. This music is mad creepy.

Something really, really, really bad is about to- (real time reaction here, this is when the smoke thing happened) oh god.

Did she just talk to us?? Nancy just asked us if we heard that? This is gonna be bad. But in a good way.

No thoughts from my sister today because there wasn’t much for funny moments today. Also she seems to be in a bad mood, has been all day.

[gra-sonas]

Rewatch anon here, I'm at the end of S1 and this show's logic is taking a real beating, it's like they want to drag the mystery more but don't know how to do it properly so they're torpedoing every avenue for answers, the whole we just found a prison full of aliens who could tell us everything but they're blown up instantly is so lazy, the answer to a cell door cracking is to explode everything? Really? There weren't a hundred options before, and our heroes couldn't hack anything. And the whole thing with Noah dying is even worse, Max refusing to let Michael give him the antidote , even pulling a gun on him, like they didn't have any other option when ??? Neither of them have conditions prone to blackouts, they could've gotten the info then given him the serum to take his powers again or killed him or 50 other things, it all comes off as extremely lazy, there are so many ways they could've given us a few answers then done different mysteries. A story about aliens who don't know they're from has so many possibilities and storylines, it's like they don't want to commit to it. You can have well written characters and relationships and a wonderful overarching mystery and plot, dozens of shows have done it, Fringe, buffy the expanse etc... Nancy drew(which is a fantasy/horror but same diff) on the same network is doing it right now. Sorry to be ranting in your inbox, I honestly love scifi stories and they're so rare especially ones with this setting, I just keep feeling sad at all the wasted potential. p.s I'm also very much enjoying superman and Lois and If you want some other fantastic superhero shows, doom patrol and the boys are both really good shows.

Oh nonnie, I feel you, believe me! There's SO much cool potential in the set-up of this show, and we have all these amazing characters, I really hope that with Chris (who loves romance AND sci-fi), we'll see some more sci-fi elements woven into the fabric of the show, and with Mr. Jones, Deep Sky, and possibly The Alighting becoming involved, I hope we'll finally get some ANSWERS this season! I really want to know more about their home planet (which Chris has teased we'll see more of!!!), their abilities, and so on!

Superman & Lois is sooooooooooooo good, it's the perfect mix of family drama and superhero story, I love it! I'm also a HUGE Doom Patrol fan!!! I've tried The Boys, not my thing tho. But man, Fringe (one of my favorite shows of all time!!!), and of course, Buffy! During a recent rewatch of S1-3, I also became majorly hooked (again) on Star Trek Discovery, another incredible sci-fi show with a chef's kiss cast!

Fingers crossed, RNM S3 will be more eager to reveal new information, than to keep us in the dark, that it will focus more on one overarching mystery/main story instead of losing itself in several side plots, and that - as per Chris's writing preferences - we'll see 1. Character Development 2.Romance 3. Alien Stuff. In that order!

18 DAYS! 💚👽🧬🛸

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Life & Style, February 8 -- part 1 of 2

You can now buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Ben Affleck is spiraling again

Page 1: Photo Flash -- The inauguration of President Joe Biden, where Jennifer Lopez sangs This Land Is Your Land and America the Beautiful while Lady Gaga belted out The Star-Spangled Banner and Joe Biden and vice president Kamala Harris fist-pumped

Page 2: Contents

Page 6: Mossimo Giannulli's lawyer recently filed an emergency motion requesting that he finish out his prison sentence at home because the toll on his mental, physical and emotional well-being has been significant -- his wife Lori Loughlin and daughters Isabella and Olivia Jade have grown increasingly concerned for him and Lori can tell Mossimo isn't handling this well and wishes that she could do something to help him

Page 7: Joanna Gaines failed to win over fans with her new cooking show Magnolia Table -- viewers watched as Joanna struggled to properly zest a lemon, sometimes forgetting which step in the recipe came next -- some of the criticisms were downright harsh, calling her a Martha Stewart wannabe and others went as far as to say that the series wasn't worth paying $4.99 a month for -- fortunately Joann's die-hard devotees don't seem to mind her clumsiness in the kitchen saying while she's clearly out of her league as a top chef she does try to redeem herself by poking a little fun of her lack on culinary skills -- maybe that's where the charm of the show is but some people think she should hang up her apron and stick to shiplap

* Throwback -- Busy Philipps who was born Elizabeth Jean Philipps

* Biggest Spenders of the Week -- Cindy Crawford and Rande Gerber, Kid Rock, Victoria Beckham, Olivia Wilde, Bella Thorne

Page 8: After scoring a small role in the 2019 film Hustlers Cardi B began to envision a future for herself in film -- a dream realized when she nabbed her first leading role in the upcoming comedy Assisted Living -- while Cardi isn't one to take herself too seriously she really wants to do a good job on this movie and she's been practicing her lines but sometimes she gets so excited that she forgets them and she worries about it happening once filming starts -- to ease her nerves she has turned to Lady Gaga for acting advice because she really respects Gaga not only as a singer but also as an actress and will take any tips and tricks she can offer

* A biopic about Wendy Williams premiered on Lifetime and Wendy opened up about what it's like watching some of the most painful moments of her past play out on television

Page 10: The Week in Photos -- Michael B. Jordan and girlfriend Lori Harvey in St. Barts for some fun and sun -- the couple hit the water and enjoyed cocktails on a floating platform during their romantic getaway

Page 11: Justin Bieber planted a kiss on a disgruntled looking Hailey Baldwin's cheek while out snorkeling in Hawaii, Salma Hayek in a green dress gushed about feeling grateful after she hit 17 million Instagram followers, Drew Barrymore with several Bridgerton-era props on the set of her daytime talk show

Page 12: Zooey Deschanel dancing in the rain

Page 14: Gisele Bundchen cheering on husband Tom Brady's Buccaneers during the NFL playoffs alongside dogs Onyx and Lua

Page 16: Say What?! Cher on remaining true to herself during her lengthy career, Steve Austin on Straight Up guest star Ice-T, Jessica Simpson who swears by red-light therapy treatments, Ciara on husband of four years Russell Wilson

Page 20: Clare Crawley and Dale Moss have officially called it quits -- Dale really tried to make it work but it just became clear as they were getting to know each other that they were more different than similar -- Clare and Dale were also dating long-distance and there were trust issues -- this is all super embarrassing for Clare; she left the show for him so for their relationship to end the way that it did is heartbreaking

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[jess-rewatches-prodigalson]

Episode 1: Pilot

Hey Prodigies. 

Welcome. My name is Jessica. I will be posting my weird thoughts/comments (with approximate time stamps) for every episode of Prodigal Son as I rewatch the episode. I like to be completely absorbed in the show the first time I watch an episode which is why, even for new episodes, this will always be a rewatch commentary.  

I’ve done this for some of my other hyper-fixations and I’ve had a lot of fun doing it so here I am making another one for Prodigal Son. I doubt anyone is interested in my thoughts but I’m just doing this for fun so sorry, not sorry. 

Here we go with episode 1

SPOILERS AHEAD

0:10 - Baby Malcolm is so freaking cute. 

1:00 - after 60 seconds I’m hooked. This show is incredible. Little boy watches his serial killer father become arrested? Yes. Please. What. A. Concept.

1:47 - Is Bright the only FBI agent on the premises? Maybe I’ve watched too much Criminal Minds but I thought FBI agents travelled in groups for cases?

3:34 - This scene. As a fandom, I feel like we don’t give the adorable actor who plays baby Malcolm enough props. Seriously, his facial expression combined with his delivery of the lines, “They call you a monster....are you?” Breaks my heart. Every. Time. It is the moment I fell in love with Malcolm as a character. Also side note - Michael Sheen is killing it as usual. 

5:10 - This cop shouldn’t be allowed to carry a gun. Seriously - can you say immoral?

6:24 - “Next time you call someone crazy, ask for their gun first.” He’s not wrong. In fact this line is amazing. 

7:00 - I think college!Malcolm is really interesting but that hair part is not ok. Also. The way he tries to hide his hand tremor in this scene is heart breaking. AND. The way Martin talks to Malcolm in this scene (as someone with a manipulative, abusive father who fooled family friends/teachers, etc. that he was a stand up guy) is truly haunting. He is putting up an amazing act. He is calm, kind, understanding, and concerned. He also killed people. That duality is just...upsetting.

9:04 - He sleeps in restraint with a mouthguard. Immediately I want to hug him.

10:04 - This conversation between Ainsley and Malcolm reminds me of my own brother and I (I was ten when my abusive dad left and he was 7, he doesn’t remember much but I do). My ability to connect this scene to my life is probably why I find the dynamic of Ainsley and Malcolm’s relationship so real and believable. These siblings are close, they can go from talking about real problems in their lives to teasing each other and whining about mom in an instant. 

11:00 - THIS. THIS HUG. IS. EVERYTHING. This scene is everything. This is the moment that I became curious about Gil. Who is he? Why does Malcolm (who has already been established as very emotionally wounded) trust him? And why does this guy care so much about the son of a serial killer?

12:05 - Is this the only time we see Dani chew gum?

12:10 - I love the way Bright is introduced to the team. You immediately see that Gil is Malcolm’s fake dad and that Malcolm is very socially awkward. 

13:00 - Something about this scene is reminding me just so slightly of BBC’s Sherlock. 

15:03 - Does no one else on the roof hear this conversation?!? You can see other people on the roof.

15:20 - I love how many subtle nods there are to Malcolm’s hand tremor in this episode.

16:12 - The interaction between Jessica and Malcolm is wonderful. It really showcases how extra Jessica is and how much Malcolm is suffering. Also the fact that Jessica’s pill holder is bedazzled is HILARIOUS.

18:00 - The only thing running through my head right now is how fine Tom Payne looks in that long sleeved polo. 

18:45 - Edrisa is a breath of fresh air. She is awkward and funny and she lightens up the very serious aspects of this show. 

19:00 - “He’s the killer right? We agree?” JT is honestly such an underrated character. He’s honest (a little blunt) but he also has a huge heart. Also the line about Malcolm not sleeping is heartbreaking. 

20:05 - ngl. The whole Edrisa/Malcolm dynamic (in the first few episodes) really grosses me out. It’s awkward and creepy. 

20:21 - What is JT’s facial expression here?!? That weird pout as he looks at the ground?! It’s hilarious but honestly sooo out of place in this scene. 

21:15 - Sooo the killer broke into Nico’s apartment. Why did he cover everything in plastic? I mean why? It’s so bizarre. Also - why did he hang out in the dark? He was just in the apartment. He definitely didn’t turn off the lights as he prepared to flee the scene.

22:10 - I love that Dani, the woman, is the officer to pursue the killer. Not JT who is the most physically imposing. 

23:15 - This scene always gets me. It’s just soooo crazy. I mean everything about it is just wild. 

24:40 - More of my boy and his shaky hand. <3

25:05 - As I rewatch this episode I notice all of the subtle looks that Gil gives Bright. They’re concerned looks. I love them. 

25:30 - It looks physically painful for Malcolm to swallow. :( Also the looks that Ainsley and Malcolm give each other as Jessica prattles on about Egypt are amazing. 10/10 would recommend.

26:00 - “Not with the sound on” Yikes. I like Jessica but she really needs to work on being a better mom to Ainsley.

27:27 - The lighting in the case room is suddenly flickering? Really? Well that’s convenient I guess. 

28:40 - Dani saving Malcolm is so important. She just met this guy. She clearly thinks he’s a little off. But she’s a good person. She wants to help him. She protects him from himself and the gun wielding police officers. 

28:55 - ....Malcolm put on a coat before he went to talk to Gil about his night terror? Interesting. 

29:00 - I love this scene. We find out about Jackie. We find out more about Gil. We see how much Gil cares about Malcolm. AND we can see JT and Dani in the background talking and looking over at Malcolm. It’s so good. Character development for the win. 

30:18 - Ok. So. Martin Whitly is an amazing artist. He drew those. Dang. 

31:07 - How did Martin manage to keep a medical license after killing all those people?!? 

31:10 - Martin and Malcolm’s first conversation in 10 years is so interesting. The dynamic of their conversation is complex and intriguing and honestly I could write a freaking novel about their relationship. 

34:35 - The first hint we get that Martin might care more about merely having company than having a relationship with his son.

35:40 - This scene is peak comedy. “Maybe you should draw your gun.” hahaha. 

37:48 - Malcolm has no sense of self-preservation. Honestly. He walks into a room containing an armed serial killer when he himself is unarmed. 

39:15 - This scene. Malcolm’s speech. You can see how much Malcolm hates himself. How much Malcolm hates his past. How much pain he carries. It’s haunting. 

40:48 - I love that even after finding out that Bright’s dad is a serial killer, Dani takes a minute to make sure that Malcolm is okay. She cares more about his wellbeing than his past. That’s an incredible distinction. 

41:23 - Gil’s speech. Gil’s story about Malcolm. Wonderful. Chef’s kiss. This is why I keep watching the show. The idea that the cop who arrested a serial killer became that fake dad to the serial killer’s son is such a beautiful and complex concept. I’m obsessed with the father/son dynamic between Gil and Malcolm. 

If you actually read all (or any) of this - Thanks for hanging out. I wish I could say that my thoughts for subsequent episodes will be shorter but honestly I forced myself to be brief with this one. 

Basically - I love this show. I’m someone who is, generally speaking, fascinated with character development and whump. This show is a gold mine for both. 

I’ll post again soon. Read it if you want. Or not. I’m mostly posting this for myself. Because you know, COVID-19. I’m at home. I have way too much time alone with my thoughts and doing this is fun. 

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— CONGRATULATIONS TO THE FOLLOWING STUDENTS upon their enrollment in the alderidge theatre department’s fourth-year class! please send your account within TWENTY-FOUR HOURS and make sure you’ve gone through our post-acceptance CHECKLIST. we can’t wait to see you on the dash!

THEODORE “TEDDY” NEWELL-SMITH as THE JUVENILE (fc: rudy pankow)

EVIE, not only was teddy absolutely heartbreaking from beginning to end, but i could feel the attention and care you put into crafting him with every word i read. all of the little scenes you included had me so emo, from the meeting between teddy and his dad (i was crying at “he believes him”) to the final words orson said to him. in so many ways, teddy is a scared little boy, but there’s so much more to him that i can’t wait to see brought to life. 

PAOLA PEREZ as THE LEADING LADY (fc: sofia carson)

KIWI, paola was so unexpected, but even after finishing your app i just couldn’t get her out of my head. everything about her background cultivated so seamlessly into this nuanced, imperfect drama queen. i love that her desire for success was driven by wanting to give her mom a better life, you gave her so many layers beyond the selfish diva described in the skeleton and i’m so excited to see where you take our leading lady!

GRACE ISHIHARA as THE SCENE STEALER (fc: reina hardesty)

RED, i don’t know how to convey in words just how stunning this application was. everything about your writing is so beautifully deliberate, so neatly constructed (so…grace like, if you will!). you wove a story from start to finish, with each little thing connecting to another. and that story? breathtaking. i saw the scene stealer in every part of her life - from chasing perfection at ballet, to imagining herself in orson’s footsteps and all the way to her wholehearted devotion to people. i cannot wait to see grace on the dash!

ALEXANDRA “LEXIE” O’BRIEN as THE STATUE (fc: hunter schafer)

BEE, you’ve mapped lexie out so vividly that she just jumped off the page from the moment i read about why she was sent to live with her grandfather. i loved seeing the map of their personality, separated between the internal and external parts of them, because it’s an incredibly important distinction for lexie. you’ve allowed her to be both cruel and soft, simultaneously angry and scared and insecure and vain in a way that works. i also adored the expansion of lexie’s aesthetic -- just an amazing attention to detail!         

JULIAN BENNET as THE STUNTMAN (fc: fady elsayed)

ALEXA, where do i begin? with the way this app was structured according to fencing positions? with the tiny little details that made julian feel so real (my heart shattered with the harris treaty!)? everything about this application screamed stuntman - from his grace at his first fencing match loss, his way of befriending the underdogs and his continued resistance to being changed by alderidge. i cannot wait to see our resident with a heart of gold in action!

MADELINE ‘MADS’ LE as THE SUPPORTING ROLE (fc: lana condor)

MISHA, i won’t lie - this choice was a tough one! what drew us back to your application was the attention you paid to mads’ time at alderidge - her journey from starlet to black sheep. i love the idea that she does community theatre - and the concept of dragging all her peers there! with her wicked tongue and fishnets, i know mads is going to be an explosion in this roleplay - and i can’t wait to see the chaos she causes.

ZAHRA MALIK as THE TEMPTRESS (fc: mishti rahman)

NATALIA, with six temptress apps, this was always going to be an agonising decision. what sold us on yours was your unconventional portrayal of the temptress. there’s nothing i love more than being surprised by my own skeletons - and zahra certainly did that! from her birth on andromeda’s rock to her unconventional theatrical training, zahra was so fresh. but i think what really sold me was how you dug into hers and orson’s dynamic - her reason for being cast as cressida was super spicy - and one i never would have come up with!

JUDITH CHANDLER ROSEN as THE TOMBOY (fc: diana silvers)

JORDAN, there’s something so special about an app that just sucks you in and doesn’t let you go, and reading about chandler absolutely did that to me. she just feels so real, every detail you included was so perfect that it’s hard to focus on any one. it’s so funny to me that chandler’s beginning as “the tomboy” was just that there weren’t enough boys in her high school theatre department to fill the male roles -- and it just became what she was good at! 

HUDSON WILLIAMS as THE UNDERSTUDY (fc: michael evans behling)

ASH, i just want to wrap hudson in a blanket and keep him safe forever, is that too much to ask? you’ve got me absolutely sold on this characterization, from the pressure he felt from his military family to a perceived lack of passion being the reason he could never break through into lead roles. it’s obvious that hudson is really not coping well right now, and i’m so excited to see where you take him from here!  

JASON PALMER as THE UTILITY (fc: jordan fisher)

DIANA, our cast of characters would not be complete without the utility and diana, i am so glad that you will be taking them up! your application was an absolute joy to read! i particularly loved the paradox between who jason is and who they want to be - i can’t wait to see that dichotomy played out on the dash! and your future plots section? chefs kiss! that moral quandary and the fallout from orson’s death (and how jason navigates it) is going to be so fun to watch unfold!

JONAH PRYCE as THE VILLAIN (fc: alex fitzalan)

TARA, this decision nearly broke me. we had so so so many good takes for the villain - and i was still torn until about five minutes before this note was written! however, in the end, i just couldn’t say no to jonah. everything about this application took my breath away - its originality (how achilles was orson’s punishment), its detail (i literally teared up reading about his backstory!) and even his motivation for going to alderidge! you know this skeleton better than i do - the villain wholeheartedly belongs to you and i for one cannot wait to see how you break out hearts with him!

[lemonrosecake]

Naivety (Part Two)

Part two of Naivety! Hope you like it! (Part one)

Wes played by Idris Elba

Aaron played by Michael B. Jordan

Baz played by Daniel Kaluuya

Drew played by SZA

Drew had finally made it to her apartment. It wasn’t located in the safest part of the city, but it was perfectly safe. Well, at least for her. Drew eagerly climbed the steps and pushed open the doors. The smell of smoke and liquor immediately reached her nose. The intensity of the smell would’ve put anyone off, but she was so used to it.

Men lined the walls, leisurely passing their time. Drew pushed past them, not intimidated by them at all. Because, these scary men were the friends that she grew up with. Of course, they were all grown now. Very grown.

“Hey Drew,” her friend, Heinz greeted her.

“Can’t talk now, Heinz, I gotta pack!” Drew shouted as she ran up the stairs.

Finally, she reached the private apartment she shared with her three brothers.

“Boys! Boys!” Drew shouted as loud as she could.

“Hey, hey, lil’ miss, be easy on the ears,” a voice groaned out.

Drew turned to see that one her brothers, Baz, was lying on the couch. He reeked of alcohol and Drew knew he was suffering from a hangover.

“Baz, where are the others?” Drew said.

“We’re here,” a deeper voice rumbled.

Drew looked to see her eldest brother, Wes walk out from the bathroom, a toothbrush hanging from his lips. Aaron, the second oldest walked out from the hall and leaned against the door frame with a smirk.

“What are you doing home from work?” Wes said suspiciously.

Wes was always protective of her, all of the them, but mainly her. It had to be that she was the youngest, and the only girl. Aaron laughed.

“You better let her say what she has to say before she explodes,” he smirked.

“I got a job out of London! James wants me to write out in Birmingham!” Drew exclaimed.

“What?” Wes’ eyes narrowed.

“Thank God, I thought she had a boyfriend,” Baz sighed and stood.

As if. The boys wouldn’t let a boy come anywhere near her. If a boy ever dared, they’d tear him to shreds.

“You’re leaving?” Wes asked.

Drew huffed, “yes, but I think you’re missing the big point here-”

“No,” Wes decided, as he always did.

Drew’s brow furrowed, “what do mean? I’ve been waiting so long for this!”

“It’s too dangerous. We aren’t stationed out there and God knows what would happen,” Wes said.

“That’s true, that place is crawling with all kinds of things,” Aaron said.

“You’re not helping,” Drew growled.

“I’ve made my decision,” Wes said and began to walk back into the bathroom.

“Now hold on for a second, Wes Atwood!” Drew said.

Wes stopped and looked at his baby sister. Drew had scarcely ever raised her voice, she was always the calmest of the four.

“I have waited, so, so long for this. You have no idea what this means to me,” Drew said quietly, “it won’t be for long. I’ll write my article and I’ll right back her, under the protection of the Tribe.”

Wes looked at her for a moment and threw his toothbrush into the sink. He walked up to her, holding her face up to look up at him.

“I know. You never shut up about it,” he sighed.

“Then you know how this won’t happen again,” Drew said.

Wes looked into his little sister’s eyes, envisioning the little girl that used to play chef in the playground and always wound up with mud all over her. He had grown up faster than all of them, and he had to, thanks to their alcoholic father and dead father. He built this family up from the ground and made them what they were today. In the eyes on the public, they were just another gang, but to them, they were family.

“Fine,” he sighed.

Drew looked up at her brother in shock, “really?”

“Yes,” Wes said and walked away.

“Wait, you’re serious?” Baz said incredulously.

“Our little bird is leaving the nest,” Aaron said dramatically.

“Shut it, you bloody wanker!” Baz shouted. “What if she gets picked up by some man that wants a fast woman?”

Drew crossed her eyes, “do I look like a whore?”

Baz shrugged his shoulders, “to anyone, you can look like anyone.”

“Do you remember your training?” Wes checked.

Drew huffed, “yes, Wes, I remember.”

“Then you know that if you are-”

“Trapped in a corner, you aim for where the sun don’t shine,” Drew renounced.

Wes nodded and nodded over to her room, “go get packed.”

Drew grinned and hurried off to her room. She pulled out her suitcase and began to stuff all her belongings that she’d need into it. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. It was all so unreal. Finally, she was packed and hauled her bags into the living room. She could tell that the boys had taken a degree of depression.

Drew sighed with a smile, “now, don’t give me that. I’ll be back soon.”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about,” Baz grunted and walked over to her. “Give your big brother a hug.”

Drew eagerly dropped her bags and wrapped her arms around him. He hugged her tightly, showing the exact opposite of what he usually put off to people. Baz was more of the shoot now, ask questions later kind of man. He let go of her and placed a kiss on her cheek. Aaron stood tall over her and smiled.

“You make sure to raise some Hell, the Atwood way,” he said.

“You doubting me?” Drew smiled.

Aaron sighed and wrapped his arms around his little sister, “that’s my girl.”

Aaron was the more clever, sly of all them. He always had an answer to everything and knew how to get out of tight spots. Wes came over and put his hands on his hips.

“You look too grown up,” he grumbled.

Drew giggled and spread her arms, “just give me a hug, you big baby.”

Wes leaned down a bit and hugged his sister tight. Drew smiled a warm smile, knowing how much her brothers loved her and everything they’d done for her. Wes loosened his grip on her and placed a kiss on her forehead. He released her and Drew looked at her brothers.

“Alright boys, I’ll see you soon,” she said.

“Get out of here before I tie you down,” Wes smiled.

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Eleanor, Chidi, Janet, Michael, Tahani, Jason, all ships involving these characters, Regina, StableQueen, SwanQueen, OutlawQueen, any additional two characters of your choice from fandoms you don't usually talk about

Thank you!

Send me a character(s)+ a word and I’ll give you my headcanon.

Eleanor + wine: Eleanor prefers red over white because she likes the bitter taste. It serves as a reminder that life is hard and not to let herself get too comfortable.

Chidi + chocolate: Chidi only eats ridiculously expensive ethically sourced single-origin chocolate that he buys in the checkout lane. One time he had a panic attack because he couldn’t decide between Mexican and Ghanian chocolate, so the cashier rung up both because she felt bad for him, and then he felt bad for upsetting her.

Tahani + book: Tahani claims that Nicholas Sparks dedicated one of his books to her, but won’t tell anyone which one.

Jason + sports: Jason is actually a pretty decent soccer player. He played midfield on his school team until his parents stopped paying for his uniform.

Michael + snowglobes: Michael has a snowglobe collection consisting of Team Cockroach in the various reboots. It’s kept in a vault with the password “brain fart” because 1) it’s such a delightfully entertaining human expression; and 2) it describes such a human phenomenon.

Janet + dogs: Dogs are the one creature that Janet has trouble understanding, as they are the opposite of her: all emotion, no rationality. That’s why all the dogs in Neighborhood 12358W glitch.

Chidinor + shrimp: That first night in Neighborhood 12358W,  Eleanor carelessly tossing all the shrimp on the floor caused Chidi distress for 2 reasons: 1) the idea of wasting so much food when there were starving people was abhorrent to him (and no, he didn’t care that there was endless shrimp here and no one went hungry, food waste was just unethical); and 2) the way she so blatantly pulled them out of her dress drew his eye to a place that made him berate himself for objectifying the female body in a way that was clearly unethical (even though she had called herself a “hot piece of ash” earlier that day; she could sexualize herself but he was not allowed to do it, and yet she was very...symmetrical). He never tells anyone this.

Regina Mills + kitchen: Regina is very particular about how she keeps her kitchen. There is a place for everything and everything in its place. She’s not so obsessive as to alphabetize her ingredients, but she does notice if something is moved.

Stable Queen + kitchen: When Regina cooks breakfast, Daniel always sneaks up behind her and wraps his arms around her middle to press a sleepy kiss to her cheek, and it always makes her smile.

Swan Queen + kitchen: Emma surprised Regina by making her lasagna one night because Regina was having a hard week, and it was almost as good as hers, which surprised Regina, until Emma fessed up and told her that she found her secret stash of recipes (which are alphabetized). They both got dessert that night.

Outlaw Queen + kitchen: Robin is very adamant about following the rule about how “the chef doesn’t clean”, so he does the dishes every night, and Regina loves seeing him elbow deep in soapy water.

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Conscious Quarantine – A Living List by Lex Weinstein

Hello Friends,

I know this is an uncertain time, one that triggers the worst in us: fear, scarcity, confusion, grief… Each moment feels like an hour, each day melting into the next. If we ourselves aren’t suffering from illness or mourning someone who is, we are in isolation, grasping for understanding of what to do, how long we will be here, and what the world will even look like when we emerge.

I humbly believe that the only way to discern what the future holds is to consciously create it ourselves; bit by bit, day by day, one tiny step forward at a time. Not by doing, but by being, imagining, and visualizing… by having the courage to go inward as time stands still and we are finally given permission to slow down and listen.

With the tragedy that accompanies this pandemic, we are also gifted silver linings that have the potential to propel us into a more intentional, regenerative, and conscious system of living, giving this crisis purpose, and us the opportunity to triumph.

To help inspire joy and renewed intention during this period of reflection, I’ve compiled a living list of my  favorite books, playlists, podcasts, films and more with artists, ecologists, and mentors I treasure and admire. It will continue to grow as I reflect on what has shaped my personal journey that I can share on our collective path of understanding.

In the wise words of the beloved Ram Dass, BE. HERE. NOW.  Mother Nature is running her course, forcing us to pause, reset, and reassess our consumption habits, trauma, and lifestyle patterns. Never before has society paused long enough to absorb this true gift of PRESENCE, and the ability to honor stillness, meditation, family, and introspection, to ask ourselves what really matters most, and acknowledge the natural world with which we are are so deeply connected, and yet take for granted on most days.

May the words, melodies, and stories of others inspire you to share and honor yours, and come out of the stillness reawakened. Take care, stay safe, and enjoy.

-Lex

Photo by Vivian Kim

To DO:

The hard truth: not much. Just being present is the best medicine for this current state of affairs, which isn’t easy. So here are some resources to help. And don’t worry if you can’t manage ANY of these. This is  a time for compassion, NOT judgement. These are simply here if you need them, today, tomorrow, or a year from now. Not all of these will resonate with every one. Take what you like, leave what you don’t.

Meditation

10 minute Chakra Balance

Immune Building against Infectious Disease (science first, meditation starts at 7:20) / Dawson Church

Facing Pandemic Fears with an Awake Heart / Tara Brach

Finding Hope in Uncertain Times / Oprah + Deepak Chopra

Yoga

Elemental Yoga Videos / Leia Vita

Return Home Series / Kayla Nielson

Gather Studio Instagram Lives

Photo by Laura Bell Lavis

Breathwork

Wim Hof Method Breathing

Reis Paluso – ourbreathcollective.com  or  @gatherencinitas IG Live

Journal

AllSwell Creative Notebook + Writing Prompt Deck

The Wild Unknown Journal / Kim Krans

The Artist’s Way

Personal Coaching

1:1 With AllSwell Creative Coaching / Laura Rubin

Radical Voyage  Equinimity Coaching / Troy Eckert

Garden

Healing Through Gardening / Vandana Shiva x Kiss The Ground

Return of the Victory Garden / Kiss The Ground

How to Start Your Veggie Garden / Korduroy.tv 

Kitchen Scrap Gardening / Plastic Free Mermaid 

Regenerative Farming and Living Course / Kiss The Ground 

7 Steps to Starting and Enjoying an Organic Garden / OnlyOrganic.org

Johnny’s Organic Seeds 

Or…

Spend time A L O N E  in nature 

Build an altar

B A T H S ! 

Interview your Grandparents, find out the stories of your family lineage/start a family tree

Composting

Start to minimize your belongings, transition to a more waste free lifestyle. 

Try out Oracle Cards / Animal Spirit Deck / Tarot

3 months of free guitar/ukulele lessons / Fender Play

To READ:

For Help

 When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times / Pema Chodron

It’s Okay That You’re Not Okay / Megan Devine

Die Wise or Come of Age / Stephen Jenkinson

The Power of Now / Eckhart Tolle

A New Earth / Eckhart Tolle

How to Do Nothing: Resisting the Attention Economy / Jenny Odell

The Wisdom of Insecurity / Alan Watts

How to Sit / Ticht Naht Han

The Four Agreements / Don Miguel Ruiz

Hope in the Dark / Rebecca Solnit

For Inspiration

Swell / Captain Liz Clark

Be Here Now / Ram Dass

Walden / Henry David Thoreau

The Prophet / Kahlil Gibran

Letters to a Young Poet / Rainer Maria Rilke

Ishmael / Daniel Quinn

Women Who Run With The Wolves / Clarissa Pinkola Estes

The Alchemist / Paulo Cohelo

Denali / Ben Moon

Small Homes / Lloyd Kahn

For Education

Rituals for Resilience / Loam x Earth Is Ohana

Micro Movements / Kate Weiner

Ecopsychology: Restoring the Earth, Healing the Mind / Edited by Theodore Roszak, Mary E. Gomes and Allen D. Kanner

Blue Mind / Wallace J. Nichols

Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants /   Robin Wall Kimmerer

How to Change Your Mind or The Botany of Desire / Michael Pollen

Earth Democracy / Vandana Shiva

Food Books To Inspire Action

Cunt: A Declaration of Independence / Ingrid Muscio

Native Science / George Cajete

For Healthy Distraction

The Surfer’s Journal

Life of Pi / Yann Martel

Let my People Go Surfing / Yvonne Chouinard 

Surf Is Where You Find It / Gerry Lopez

Jitterbug Perfume or Still Life With Woodpecker /  Tom Robbins

The Hero with A Thousand Faces / Joseph Campbell 

Room Full of Mirrors: A Biography of Jimi Hendrix

Just Kids / Patti Smith

Photo by Vivian Kim

To DOWNLOAD:

Podcasts

Loam Listen – a movement of compassionate and creative activists who strive to support one another as we find our footing in the heart of the climate crisis.

For The Wild Podcast – an anthology of the Anthropocene

For The Wild: Trebbe Johnson on Bearing Witness to Wounded Spaces

For The Wild: Janine Benyus on Redesigning Society Based on Nature

For The Wild: Stephen Jenkinson on Closing TIme

Water People Podcast – with Dave Rastovich and Lauren L. Hill

Rich Roll Podcast: Ep. 508 Zach Bush, MD On A Pandemic Of Possibility (any episode with Zach Bush, MD)

Russell Brand’s Under The Skin: #74 Ceremony, Relationships, and Communal Living (with Shaman Wendy Mandy)

Oprah and Eckhart Tolle: A New Earth Series

Authentic Sex with Juliet Allen: How to Feel Great Naked wtih Leela Kalyani

Wild Ideas Worth Living by Shelby Stanger

Spotify Playlists

Songs for Wild Times / by Adam Walker

Salt / by Drew Hertz

Swirl Tapes – Round 3 Tape 4 / by GRLSWIRL

Pocket / Jonny Alexander

Plantasia / Mort Garson

Apps

Savage Kitchen – Forage with confidence

The Pattern – Better understand Yourself and Others

Headspace – Meditation & Sleep

Picture This – Plant Identifier

Night Sky – Guide to the Sky Above

Photo by @Leia Vita

To EAT:

Spring Recipe Roundup / Delicious Seasonal Recipes By OnlyOrganic.org

Good and Cheap – Eat Well on $4 A Day / 100 Recipes To Maximize Your Ingredients With Leanne Brown

This Cheese is Nuts / Make Your Own Plant Based Cheese With Julie Piatt

Vegetable Kingdom: The Abundant World of Vegan Recipes / Bryant Terry

The New Wildcrafted Cuisine: Exploring the Exotic Gastronomy of Local Terrior / Identify plants and forage ingredients by Pascal Baudar

Wild Fermentation / Sandor Ellix Katz

Simple Green Meals: 100+ Plant-Powered Recipes to Thrive from the Inside Out: A Cookbook / Jen Hansard

Photo by @Leia Vita

To WATCH:

Surf Films

Sprout / Thomas Campbell 

The Present / Thomas Campbell 

Morning of The Earth / Albert Fazon

The Innermost Limits of Pure Fun / George Greenough

Stoked and Broke / Cyrus Sutton

Compassing / Cyrus Sutton

Spoons / Origins Archival

Single Fin Yellow / Jason Baffa

One California Day / Mark Jeremias 

Shelter / Taylor Steele

Castles in the Sky / Taylor Steele

Endless Summer / Bruce Brown

Five Summer Stories / Greg MacGillivray

Thank You Mother / Ishka Folkwell

Church of the Open Sky / Nathan Oldfield

Zone Frequency / Jack Coleman

Inner Wild / The Seea

Movies/Classics

2040

Whale Rider

Into The Wild

The Motorcycle Diaries

Garden State

Darjeeling Limited

Life Aquatic

The Big Sick

Little Miss Sunshine

The Big Lebowski

Half Baked

Pulp Fiction

Forrest Gump

Easy Rider

Gandhi

Seven Years in Tibet

Photo by Sarah Lee

Netflix

Heal

Maya Angelou – And Still I Rise

Period: End of Sentence

Grass is Greener

Brenee Brown: The Call To Courage

Jane

Terra

Crip Camp

The Mask You Live In

Chasing Coral

John & Yoko: Above Us Only Sky

Cooked

Gentefied

The Last Laugh

Fish People

Chef’s Table 

High Maintenance  (HBO)

Documentaries

Farmer’s Footprint

Fantastic Fungi

Biggest Little Farm

Island Earth

Searching for Sugarman

Youtube

Sea Lone / Onde Nostre x The Seea

La Bailarina / Higher Latitude Films

Sea Movies / KorduroyTV

Weird Waves / Dylan Graves

Paradise Awareness Outreach / Tanner Gudauskas

Ryan Burch Pink Fish / KorduroyTV

Photo by @Leia Vita

Curated with love by Lex Weinstein

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Stay (Part 2)- Thomas x Maria

Slightly mature themes, but mild. 

PART 1

Masterlist

The thoughts ran in a never-ending loop throughout her head. She and Thomas had been going on dates for almost two months, what were they? Was he just there for the hookups? Did he genuinely enjoy her company? She had fallen in love with him but she had no idea how he felt. His eyes, his dark, thick curls, his smile, the way he throws his head back when he laughs, and the hair lining his jaw.

Maria left her bathroom and walked into her room, to the closet. She shuffled through the dresses on their hangers. Normally she wore one of her vibrant red dresses, the ones she knew Thomas liked,but tonight was different. Tonight she wanted to wear something more muted. Something girly. Something pink and flowing. She grabbed a light pink dress from the closet and set it down on her bed, her heart beating in her ears as she worried about whether or not Thomas would like it.

She walked to her dresser and pulled out a matching set of underwear, understated, yet cute. Moving to her bed, she pulled the dress over her head and smoothed it down as it settled against her curves. Tonight, she was more nervous than she had been before. She smoothed down her damp hair and brushed on some mascara and lip gloss, tinged pink. Her hair fell down her back in ringlets and she pinned back her hair away from her eyes. She grabbed her bag from the bed and tossed everything she needed inside.

A sharp knock sounded through her apartment and she grabbed a pair of white flats, slipping them on before going to answer the door. Thomas stood at the door, a single red rose in his hands. His cocky smirk fell from his face when he saw her. She looked at the ground. “I guess I knew the pink was a risky choice. It looks bad, doesn’t it?”

“No! God, you look gorgeous. You look innocent.” He bent down and kissed her cheek. “But I know better,” he whispered in her ear. His arm looped through hers. “Are you ready to go?”

She nodded and the pair walked to his car, a black SUV, and he opened the door for her. He ran around the front and hopped in his side, slamming the door closed behind him. He watched her, shaking in her seat, more nervous than he had ever seen her, and it scared him. She was always so courageous and confident in herself. Knowing she was scared worried him. She stared out the window and Thomas brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

“What’s worrying you, darlin’?” She looked out the window and shook her head and Thomas saw a stray tear run down her face. “Maria, baby, please talk to me.” Again, she shook her head and he climbed out of the car and walked over to the passenger side of the vehicle. He gently lifted Maria out of the vehicle and carried her back in the house, sitting down with her on his lap. “Maria, please talk to me.” He grabbed a Kleenex from the end table and handed it to her.

“What are we?” she whispered, balling the Kleenex in her hand.

Thomas set her in the chair on got on his knees on the floor in front of her. “That’s what this is about?” He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was gonna ask you to be my girlfriend tonight at dinner. I’m falling deeper and deeper in love with you, Maria. I can see myself spending the rest of my life with you. I love you.”

“Oh, Thomas,” she cried, throwing herself in his arms. “I love you, too.” She nuzzled her face in his chest and felt his strong arms wrap around her. “I’m so scared,” she whispered. “Scared to lose you, scared of the future, scared to…” she trailed off, shaking her head.

“Baby, please. You can tell me anything.” His fingers played with the little ringlets that fell down her back. “Anything.”

“Can I ask you anything, too?” she asked, waiting for him to nod. When he did, she took a shaky breath. “Have you been with anyone else in the last two months?” She couldn’t look at him, scared of his answer.

Thomas took his hands and made her face look at his, but her eyes still darted away from him. “Maria, I haven’t been with anyone but you since I met you. I promise.” His voice was soft, non-judging, and it made her feel good. “I can’t even dream of being with anyone else now. You’re the only one for me.” Her eyes finally looked at his. “Do you still want to go to dinner?”

“Uh, yeah. Let’s go.” She stood up from his lap and fluffed her dress where it had fallen flat. There were still tears in her eyes.

“Maria, something else is wrong. Please tell me what it is.”

“Can we just go to dinner?” she whispered. “Maybe I’ll be brave enough to tell you later.”

The couple got in the car and drove to the restaurant with Thomas in his seat dancing to the music and Maria laughing quietly at him. Her spirits were leaps and bounds higher than when they left her apartment. They walked into the restaurants and the dim light was comforting. There was one part of the restaurant lit only by candlelight.

“That’s where we’ll be sitting,” Thomas whispered, pointing to the candlelight. They made their way to the dimly lit tables and Thomas pulled out a seat, allowing Maria to sit down. He took his chair and moved it right beside Maria. He draped one arm behind her, resting it on her chair, and the other hand reached over and rested on her thigh. He ran his thumb against the inside of her thigh and she leaned into his chest.

A waitress came over and handed them a pair of menus. “Can I start you two off with anything to drink?”

“What do you want darlin’?” Thomas looked at her, waiting for her answer.

“Just a water, please,” she said quietly, looking at the menu.

Thomas looked at her, wondering. She usually ordered some sort of alcoholic drink. “I’ll have a beer, please,” he said, his eyes not leaving her. The waitress wrote down their drinks and walked away. “Maria, what’s going on?”

She grabbed her purse and held it in her lap. She shoved her hand in her bag and dug around until her fingers wrapped around what she was looking for. She pulled it out and set it on the table. Her hands were shaking and her breathing was erratic as she tried not to sob out loud.

“You’re pregnant?” His eyes stayed focused on the positive test in front of him. He removed the hand from her thigh and grabbed the test, pulling it to his face. He felt Maria shift beside him and she tossed another test on the table.

“They’re both positive,” she sobbed, standing up and rushing out the door. She got just outside when she tripped and fell, catching herself with her arms before her body hit the ground. She sat up on the concrete, sobbing. She pushed herself upright and felt Thomas’s strong arms around her.

“God, Maria, are you okay?” He picked her up and held her close. She buried her face in his chest as his fingers traced patterns on her back.

“I’m so sorry. I really was on the pill. I didn’t mean for it to happen.” She started hyperventilating. “I’ll understand if you leave me,” she whispered.

“You didn’t even give me the chance to be excited darlin’. I’m not leaving you,” he murmured. He bent down and planted a kiss on her lips before kneeling down. His lips planted a small kiss just beneath her belly button. “Hi baby. I’m your daddy,” he said, whispering. “Guess what. I love your mommy so much, and I’ll love you just as much.”

Maria looked down at him, tears in her eyes. “You really mean that?”

He stood up and looked into her teary eyes. “Absolutely.” He grabbed her arms and wrapped them around him. “You wanna go back inside and get something to eat? I’ve gotta feed my girls.”

“Girls?”

“Yep. It’s a girl. I can feel it. But if it’s a boy, his name is Carter. Carter Michael Jefferson.”

Maria giggled. “Have you thought about it a lot?”

“Nope, just thought about it right now. I don’t actually think I like that name. At all.” He wrinkled his nose and Maria start laughing, a sound that was music to his ears. “Now let’s go feed you and our baby.” He grabbed her hand and led her back in to their table. “What do you want, darlin’?”

“Uh… I don’t know. Order for me.” She grabbed the tests from the table and slipped them back into her bag.

He pushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “No cravings or anything?” he teased and he knew he hit the mark when she blushed. “What is it? You can tell me.”

“I just really want some sort of steak and mashed potatoes.” She blushed.

“And?”

“And a milkshake.”

Thomas smiled at how reserved she was. It was the complete opposite of his confident Maria, but he loved this one just as much. “Why are you so embarrassed that you want some steak and potatoes? You’ve got a little baby Maria to feed too.” He smiled at the thought.

“I don’t want to look like a fat pig,” she whispered, looking at the table.

“Mhm, well I would love you, fat pig or not. So there,” he joked, puckering his lips for a kiss that Maria denied.

Maria pouted. “You’re lucky you’re cute and I find you extremely sexy,” she grumbled. “Or I’d say no to sex tonight.”

Thomas feigned disbelief. “You would deny me, your personal sex slave, you would deny me sex? Of all the things…”

Maria hid her face in his jacket as she laughed. The waitress walked back over with her notebook in her hand, pulling a pen out from behind her ear. “You two lovebirds ready to order?”

Maria peeked out from Thomas’s chest, embarrassed to be caught like that. Thomas  nodded and grabbed the menu. “We would like two of the biggest steaks you have, with mashed potatoes and gravy and one chocolate milkshake, and one- what flavor do you want?”

“Chocolate,” she squeaked.

“Two chocolate milkshakes.”

The waitress wrote down the order and, tucking the pen behind her ear, went back to the kitchen to give the chef their order. Thomas wrapped his arms around Maria and held her close. She fell back against his chest and inhaled his scent. Her nerves were starting to calm down. She felt Thomas tracing patterns along the lower part of her back.

“Do I get to go to your doctor’s appointment?” He drew his lips to her forehead and kissed her. “I’ll cancel anything I have to so I can be there.”

“It’s tomorrow. Sorry for the late notice, but it’s the latest I could get without it being a month and a half from now. But I really did plan on telling you tonight. It’s kinda the reason I wore something less…me. Less sultry? I don’t know.”

Thomas pushed a loose curl behind her ear and poked the tip of her nose. “Boop,” he joked. “I happen to like the new look. I liked your old one too, but this one just- You’re glowing. The pink and the pregnancy and everything- you’re radiant. Absolutely gorgeous.” His hand cupped her cheek and he drew her closer, kissing her passionately. “I love you so much, Maria. So much.”

The waitress came back with a tray in each hand and set them on the table. “Okay, lovebirds, here’s two steaks, potatoes and gravy, and two chocolate milkshakes. My name is Meggy if you need anything. Can I get you anything else?”

Thomas looked at Maria who was already hungrily staring at the plate in front of her. He smiled at her and chuckled. “I think we’re good for now.”

“Alright, just holler if you need anything.” With that, she strode away and began to talk animatedly to the cook leaning against the counter.

Thomas looked back at Maria, who had slid her plate closer to her. Her eyes were bright as she stared at the large steak hungrily. “You know, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you want that steak more than you want me.”

“Oh I do,” she stated, cutting her steak. “I want this steak much more.” She looked at his dramatically fallen face. “For now,” she said smirking. “Then I can eat you later.” She stabbed a piece of steak with her fork, mopped it through the potatoes and gravy and stuffed it in her mouth, chewing happily. “This is just what I needed. Thank you.” She leaned over and kissed Thomas’s cheek.

“I’m glad you like it.” He took a swig from the beer he had ordered before dinner and watched Maria devour her food. It was the most food he had ever seen her eat and nothing made him happier. She was almost done her plate when she looked over at him and saw him watching her.

“Sorry…”

He chuckled. “Don’t be. I love this side of you. I love knowing you’re eating, I love knowing you’re pregnant with our child, and I love you.”

She blushed at his words. “I’m just really hungry. I haven’t eaten much today.” She swallowed hard and her eyebrows gathered in a slight grimace.

“Maria, are you okay?” His voice was full of concern.

“Where’s the bathroom?” She asked calmly, standing up and adjusting her dress. Thomas pointed to the single bathroom across from the door they came in through. She walked over elegantly and then ran through the door when she was less than five feet away. Thomas strode over quickly and knocked on the door. “Taken,” she rasped, before retching into the toilet.

“Maria, I’m coming in, okay?”

“Yeah,” she fought out. He shoved open the door and saw her squatting in front of the toilet. He stripped off the jacket he was wearing and set it on the floor.

“Here, darlin’. Kneel on this.” She set her knees on the jacket and bent back over the toilet. Thomas moved forward and grabbed her hair and held it out of the way. His other hand fell against her back and moved it in circles in an attempt to soothe her, if nothing else. Maria slumped to the floor and sat back on the jacket, half of what she’d eaten now in the toilet. Thomas released her hair and let it fall back down her back. He flushed the toilet and wet a paper towel, bringing it to her mouth and gently patting away anything she might have gotten on her face and lips. “You feel better?”

Maria looked at him through her eyelashes and nodded. “I have mints in my bag. We can head back out.” Thomas grabbed her around the waist and lifted her from the floor before grabbing his jacket.

“Come on then, let’s go get your mints. I’ll finish my food and we can leave.”

“I want to finish my food too,” she said looking at the floor. “I’m still hungry.”

Thomas leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “Alright sweetheart, I just figured that you wouldn’t want to eat after throwing up.” He pulled her seat out for her and allowed her to sit down before he sat down beside her. He grabbed her purse from the floor where it had fallen and he rummaged through until he found a package of mints. “Here you go, darling.” She took the small carton and dumped a few mints in her mouth.

“Thank you. You keep eating. You haven’t eaten much.”

“Maria, I’ve eaten today and kept it down. I want to make sure you’re eating enough. I’ll start eating again when you start eating again.” He took a sip of his beer and grabbed her hand as she finished her mints.

“Can I have my hand back so I can eat?”

“You have two hands,” he smirked.

Maria stuck out her bottom lip pouting. “I have to use my right hand,” she stated, pulling her hand from his and grabbed her fork and steak knife and began cutting up her steak. “They say potatoes are supposed to stop you from throwing up. Or at least throw up less, but-” She paused to bring a piece of steak to her mouth. “I’ve decided that that’s a lie.”

Maria ate a lot slower the second time around until she realized that Thomas had finished and was watching her waiting. “Do you want to order dessert, darling? I can do that while you’re finishing your food.” She shook her head and sipped the rest of her milkshake.

“It’s kinda anxiety-inducing when someone sits there watching you eat, you know.” She chewed her food and looked at Thomas accusingly. “You can, however, go see if they have bottled water for me while I finish.” He smiled at her and kissed her head before getting up and waltzing over to talk to the waitress. He grabbed a bottle of water and removed his wallet from his back pocket. He paid the bill and grabbed the bottle of water before walking back to the table as Maria was swallowing her last bite.

“Are you ready to go home, darlin’?”

She wiped her mouth on a napkin and stacked the dirty dishes before she stood up and pushed her chair in. Thomas handed her her purse and grabbed his jacket, looping his arm in hers and leading her to the door.

The drive home was silent, but calm. Maria’s hand was entwined with Thomas’s on the center console. Thomas pulled the car into her driveway and looked at her, his body in no mood to leave hers, even for a second. He brought his free hand to her cheek and pulled her lips to his and kissed her passionately. He pulled away and looked at her gorgeous brown eyes that stared back at him through long lashes. “Let’s go inside, my darling.” He pulled away slowly and jumped out of the car to meet her at the other side. He grabbed her hand and walked her to the front door, standing back when she unlocked the door. She tossed her keys back into her purse and walked inside, her purse immediately being dropped inside the doorway,

“I’m going to brush my teeth, and then I’m going to eat you. As promised.” She trailed to the bathroom, leaving Thomas standing in shock, his jaw dropped. He shook his head and smiled at the little vixen who had stolen his heart. She emerged from the bathroom minutes later, her hair pulled back in a bun, baby hairs escaping from her hair tie. She had changed out of her dress and into a plain silk robe. She had wiped off the small traces of makeup she had been wearing and walked to Thomas. “Strip,” she ordered.

Thomas moved quickly to pull his clothes off. He had always been the dominant in all of his relationships but Maria had power over him. He shuffled out of his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Maria grabbed him by his hardening cock and pushed him down onto the chair. She used her mouth to pleasure him until she felt his body tense, and she immediately pulled herself off him. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft and circled around his balls. He groaned as he lost her touch and she stopped completely.

Maria stood up and sauntered down the hall to her bedroom, dropping her robe on the way down. Thomas followed her, pushing the door open to see her standing in the middle of the room. Her white lingerie made her look so pure and innocent. “Take me to bed and make love to me.”

Thomas picked her up and wrapped her legs around him and carried her to the bed. He set her down in the middle of the mattress and knelt down at her feet. His hands ran up her legs to grab the underwear that hugged her hips. He slid them down her legs and inhaled the scent of her arousal. She looked so innocent laid out on the bed. He sat on the bed and lifted her into his lap, her wet core surrounding his long length Her face met with his and he reached behind her to unhook the lacy bra she was wearing. She began to move on him, gyrating her hips against him.

“No, my love. I’m going to make love to you the proper way if you’ll let me.” He stripped the bra off her body and threw it to the floor. Thomas drew his lips to hers and unwrapped the elastic band from her hair, sliding it on his wrist. He set her back on the mattress and moved his body over her, holding himself above her on his elbows. Their bodies moved in sync, a choreographed dance that they had learned in the last two months. He loved the way her body felt against his, and she couldn’t get enough of him. He watched her body for signs that she was getting close, like the way she would draw her bottom lip between her teeth, or the way she would push her shoulders back.

“Thomas,” she breathed.

“Cum with me, my darling.” His words were their undoing and they both reached their climax together. Thomas pulled out once they were both done and he kissed her. “I love you Maria,” he whispered against her lips.

“I love you so much Thomas,” she breathed.

He leaned down and kissed her stomach. “I love you too little one. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.” He sat up and pulled Maria up with him. “I’ve got something for you. Wait here.”

He stood up from the bed and ran out to the living room. She heard his feet patter on the hardwood floor as he walked back. “Maria,” he said, lowering himself to one knee, his hand closed around something. Her eyes grew big as he grabbed her hand. “Will you move in with me?” he asked, holding up a little golden key. She laughed and nodded her head.

“Of course, my Thomas. But for now, come cuddle me.”

“Of course, my Maria.” He crawled up beside her, setting the key on her nightstand. “You know you’ll never have to fight me to stay.” He kissed her lips and laid there, listening to her breathing as she fell asleep, before he started to fall asleep. “I’ll always stay.”