#together inna post

[eonars]

3 of them 👍

[forthelostones]

inna good way ─── ⋆

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚🍸 fem!reader x college!ellie 🍸⋆୨୧˚ ⋆ ˚｡

" 'cus you make me wanna cry in a good way"

synopsis: it was the day before graduation and your ex-best friend threw a party. you visit and see if there's something left.

warnings. 18+ (mdni); soft ellie, fluff(?), suggestive language, jealousy, abby ft, smoking/drinking, mentions of insecurities, & grinding. sfw!!!

an: hi everyone, thanks for all the love on my other works! that means a lot to me, make sure if you like my writing to make suggestions! (p.s. i'm drinking wine & missing uni sooo)

(no y/n)

♪ playlist: palace/curse, i. the party, in a good way, 2 AM . ♪

#normalgirlsyndrome

wc: 3.1k

you were staring at your phone at the edge of your mattress in your college apartment. boxes had been packed, the bed once in a frame on the floor, and your gown hung over your closet door. you knew ellie was throwing a party tonight at her house and you couldn’t refuse the opportunity to go. although you didn’t have a choice because your roommates insisted you had one last night together. so, before you taped up your boxes, you pulled out your traditional going outfit, ready to hit it one last time. you were already tipsy from the four glasses of white wine you inhaled while doing your makeup. you tapped through ellie’s story ferociously over and over. she had been posting videos of her smoking a joint and playing beer pong, waiting for people to show.  you couldn't help but smile at her sweet face.

you felt a twist in your stomach as you thought about seeing her again. of course you had seen her around campus and waved, but things had gotten more awkward than you’d both admit. the relationship turned dry but you remember the touches of her hands on those random “dates” that she refused to acknowledge. they were so sweet and soft, you yearned for more, especially the nights when you were alone touching yourself in your bed wishing it were her. she refused that she had any feelings for you after a seldom walk near the lake where the stillness of the water was louder than her lack of words. “I just thought we’d be better as best friends lovey,” she told you. her mouth said one thing but her eyes said another, you were sure she was lying. you saw her around with dina, her on-and-off girlfriend, wondering what she had that you didn’t. you picked yourself apart one random date ago while you cried and stared at her photos on instagram. you found yourself reopening those wounds as you began to head for the door. 

the smell of sweating bodies and weed cause your lungs to tighten, forcing a cough out of your throat. your heart became tight at the thought of seeing her, you couldn’t quite place why. so many memories flood your head — remembering the sound of her guitar trilling through the night on her back porch, where she sang your favorite songs to you. her fingers meticulously tracing the guitar's neck, making it perfect for you. you fell into the corner you typically shove yourself into, as your friends handed you a red cup with a clear liquid that smelled like tequila. 

you took it straight, not caring about the consequences. your throat burned with sweet satisfaction, once the liquor dropped into your belly, you felt sweat bulb to your top lip. they handed you another, this time with a lime, and you noticed abby, the captain of the rugby team eyeing you. this wouldn’t have been the first time you caught her staring. you flutter your heavy lashes in her direction as you bite your lower lip ever so slightly. abby was attractive, she was fit beyond belief and you could imagine the type of positions she could put you in with no effort. she started making a stride towards you in her all black ensemble. 

a text hits your home-screen, it’s ellie.

come smoke. 

you ignore the message as abby comes beaming with a smile. 

“hey pretty.” she muttered. 

i know you’re here come onnnn. 

ellie knew you only smoked with her, she wouldn’t ask you otherwise. so, you grab abby by the hand and grin right back at her. “you wanna come smoke with me?” you ask, not really giving her a choice. 

was your intent to make ellie jealous… no… but yes, because you were only just friends. abby follows your lead naturally towards the back patio glimmering brightly ahead. you both slip past the kitchen, through the sliding doors where ellie is chatting with her roomates, and you wave at her. she’s not blitzed yet, so she has a smug look on her face when she sees abby. her twisted face is illuminated by the fairy lights gleaming softly around the perimeter of the porch. 

“hey els," abby says. 

“hi you.” you said, reaching directly for the blunt in her hand. 

her eyes scan your body, she loved when you wore that outfit, as you bent down she snuck a look at your breast, clearly spilling out of your top. abby sits in the wooden lawn chair just parallel of ellie and you perch yourself in her lap, her hands automatically coming around your waist. they were bigger than they seemed and you felt a heat patch warm your core. ellie could never hide her facial expressions, she attempted to not turn to look, instead, she turned her chair. 

beer?” she asks abby. 

“yes please. thanks.” abby replies. 

“make me something.” you demand. 

ellie sets her jaw and moves slowly into the kitchen past a herd of people. you bring the blunt to your lips, sucking in, holding, then exhaling away from abby’s face. she was watching you intently, noticing how your lips puckered. you turn to her and place it between her lips, she coughed violently as the smog entered her lungs.

“aw. sorry, I didn't—“   

“nope it's,” she said with her thick throat. “never got to smoke because of rugby.” 

you just hit her with an understanding face as you shift on her lap. her left hand moves to rest on your inner thigh and her other just at the curve of your ass as you perch closer into her. you face the joint and grab her cheeks, blowing smoke into her mouth, she inhales softly, both of your lips practically touching. you’d never give her the satisfaction as you noticed her hips pressing your backside.

ellie stood behind you both, holding a can of beer and a cocktail glass filled with your drink. you handed off the joint and took both in your hands. ellie noticed how close abby’s hands were to your crotch and became red with jealousy. ellie looked you in your eyes as she pushed out smoke from between her lips. as you sipped your Ellie concoction, abby’s hands trailed up your back under your top, she pulled you in closer to her chest as she whispered in your ear. “you’re so fucking hot.” 

you giggle at her praises but feel a knot form in your stomach as you keep unwavering eye contact with ellie’s as Abby continues to spout praises. you press down harder in her lap where she thrusted upwards into your ass. 

“so, you guys ready to graduate?” ellie interrupted, seeing how flustered you got. 

you sipped to avoid speaking as abby turned her head to answer ellie.

“yes. i’m thinking about backpacking around Asia for a bit.” 

“really? i’ve always wanted to do —“ 

“since when?” ellie cuts you off in a fiery spit. 

abby coughs and sips her beer in a gulp, finishing it all. 

“need another?” you ask. 

abby nods kindly and gently pats your ass as you get up. ellie passes the blunt to abby and follows you inside to go to the drink fridge in the basement. you know she’s following you, you can practically feel her breath on your neck as you zig-zag toward the steps. you reach the bottom of the basement stairs and see ellie’s silhouette at the top. you try and reach for the string near the lightbulb but can’t find it, your heart beats loudly in your ears as ellie’s converse tap towards you. she stands right in front of you, without saying a word, you can smell her shampoo mixed with weed, and she reaches up to turn the light on. you look at her light pink eyes, and furrowed brows, and notice her heaving. 

for a moment you both just stand in thick silence. 

“i have to get abby a beer.” you felt your feet become heavy and your mind drifted. 

before you could even open the refrigerator door an inch, she slams it shut. her eyebrows raise in curiosity. 

“speak.” you demand. 

taken aback, she gasps at your boldness. “well—I— what the fuck?” 

you shove past her and take another beer in your hands ignoring her dropped jaw. 

“you come to my party, rubbing up on that bitch, sitting in her lap… wha-when has that ever been like you?” 

“are you the only one allowed to have fun?” 

she froze, as abby called out.

“hey, you okay?” 

her voice was so protective, you felt her gaze down at the top of the stairs, making sure ellie didn’t do anything stupid. 

“i’m fine, ellie was helping me with something. i’ll be up.” 

you tried to convince abby, but she still stood watching, which made ellie twitch with anger. 

“i’m going to go to the bathroom pretty.” abby finally says leaving. 

“okay!” you yell out. 

“if you go, please don’t…” she babbled. 

you liked seeing her so weak for you, but it wasn’t enough. you stood your ground and dared to move past her, but she stopped you by grabbing your wrist. “ellie get off of me.” 

you felt the wine and weed settle in, you were sweating, panting, and fingertips buzzing. her touch felt so good, you couldn’t deny that. 

“pretty.” she mocked. 

At least someone sees it, you thought. 

                                                                                  — 

you officially lost Abby, she must’ve left or found someone else to caress. you didn’t mind, deep down you knew that’s not who you really wanted anyway. as you sipped a lone beer and wandered around the house your high was kicking in and the music entered your ears in a blur. no words were clear, just the bass booming on the hardwood creating a vibration under you. you reach the end of the hallway, where ellie’s room door stood. it seemed taller than usual, more daunting, stretching several feet upwards. you actually had never been in her room before; you saw it on her stories, or on facetime, but never in person. as you reached for the cold, gold knob you pause. 

you hear ellie’s laugh boom from behind you, so you follow it like sonar. you see her taking shots with her bandmates and you watch as her t-shirt lifts up ever so slightly to expose her naval. you wanted to know what it tasted like. her feet wobbled underneath her, and she was tipsy. you blink your eyes several times as you find a wall to lean on, and your hand travels back down the hall to open the big, scary door. you creep inside, it’s dark, but in the corner is a small desk lamp that illuminates a yellow hue onto the room. her bed was on the floor, room unpacked, shit was all on the floor, and her guitars were perched in the left corner of the room. to the right was her bathroom, you saw your reflection and had to focus to see your face. your eyes pink, lips wet, and body warm. you sipped more beer as you turned to her shower, you imagined ellie’s naked body, the way she rubbed the bar of soap around her neck, nipples, and in between. 

you went to sit on Ellie’s bed, you began to roll yourself in her messy, undone bedding. her smell was so thick, bruising your nostrils, filling you up. you remember how she treated you when dina was around and you became more pissed off. you swallowed the last drops of your drink and threw the bottle on the ground. warm tears began to bud and then you realized how your mascara would run down your cheeks. you pulled out your phone to check the damage. 

lets talk, im sorry. 

ellie’s message from two hours ago, you freeze, it’s been two hours? you bring your palms to your forehead and let out a soft sob. 

“i’ll be back, yea!” ellie hollers from the hallway. 

you straighten up immediately, she walks in hand in her hair, surprised to see you. 

“oh.” she says softly. 

you couldn’t help but sigh. you set your phone down on the ground and look up at her, she had a slight smile on her face seeing you like this, not knowing you were on the verge of tears just now. she closes the door behind her, bends down, and lifts your chin up. 

“you’re gone.” she giggles. 

you push her hand away and turn your face. 

“let me take care of you, come on. it’s the least I can do,” 

the softness in her voice shook you. 

“did you get my text lovey?” 

all you can muster is a nod as you begin to scoot towards the head of her bed.  

“why don’t you just, get comfortable, i’ll get you something to throw on.” 

she rummages loud through her boxes, which makes your head pound, and tosses you a clean, grey zip-up. she leaves the room quietly, flicking on the light in the bathroom and closing the door after she clicks off the table lamp. you remove your jeans and top, leaving you in your lace panties.

your head is pounding as you become more intoxicated by the scent of her earthy shampoo lingering on her pillow. you inhaled the familiar scent, imagining your hands running through her hair, pulling her closer to your neck. the door opens and you jolt as you remember you never put on the zip-up. 

“I’m sorry— I,” ellie gulps as she spills the glass of water she brought for you onto herself. you roughly zip yourself into the warmth that smelt like her laundry detergent. 

“i’m good.” you mutter. 

you both share a familiar laugh, and her gaze becomes shifty as she thinks about your body. she hands you a half-full glass of cold water with a nervous smile. 

“glass half full, right?” 

you sip and chuckle. 

stupid, fucking stupid Els, she thinks. 

she sits beside you at the opposite end of the bed, she ignores the fact that she can see your thighs unhindered by any fabric not obstructing her view. even though it was dark, she could still see you illuminated by the bathroom light. 

“good, urm,” she peered down at her now sheer shirt. “i will go and get ready for bed.” 

her nipples were suddenly erect from the cold water spreading onto her chest. You couldn’t help but notice them perk from under the thin, wife-pleaser material. she stood up to grab her night clothes and head for the bathroom, leaving you smothered in darkness. you couldn’t tell if your eyes were open or not, but the four walls that you imagined around you spun. 

you heard the water from the shower turn on and your fantasy brightened, thinking about ellie’s body. you became more drunk on the image of ellie touching herself in the shower because of you. knowing how intently she was watching you grind against abby, not only did it make her furious, it turned her on. she knew she made a mistake, picking dina over you all these years. you push your hips upwards, riding the mattress, inhaling ellie’s scent.

you found her name leave your lips softly, Ellie.

Ellie. 

you couldn’t tell the difference between your voice and your subconscious desire of moaning her name. you began to imagine her holding you.

Ellie. 

“lovey, you okay?” she said frightening you. 

you paused, realizing she opened the bathroom door, drying her hair on a towel. Her grey boxers clung to her body so sweetly. she wore a distressed band tee that sat just above her belly button. you had formed sweat around your hairline and your body perfectly contoured into the mattress. 

“i’m okay. yea, thanks.” 

she sighed as she bent down to sit at the edge of the bed. as she dried her hair she was thinking of the next move to make. you were bunched up under yourself, warm from embarrassment. her hand wrapped around your ankle gently, which shocked you, but your reaction time was too slow. she leaned over to kiss your leg, kisses feeling like a pure electric shock, you groaned at finally feeling her touch. 

“els.” you managed to say.

“what?” She said in between kisses, finally coming up the side of your thigh, with her left hand coasting up your backside. 

“no. i can’t.” 

your body pushes her hands away, startling her. she looked at you in pure shock, as if you were the one who was wrong. she crawled towards you with undeniable lust in her eyes. 

“why not?” she asked dumbfounded. 

“you rejected me all this time. you… dina…” you say attempting to jog her memory. 

“dina and i so what.” she moved an inch on all fours. 

“you chose her over me, so that’s that.” 

“baby,” she groaned. 

you melt at her voice, you couldn’t help it. 

" okay, i was scared. scared to disappoint you, I’m not… I’m not sure how to be in a relationship. dina was fun, easy, she didn’t care. I wanted you, I just- 'm so fucking dumb,” she rambled.  

you grimaced at her name, you had grown so spiteful of her that even the mention of her made you tense. ellie was now in your bubble, she laid her head on the pillow beside you, and sincerity filled her eyes. 

“you could’ve told me that. you know that I was your best friend ellie.” 

she flinches at her own name. “I know, I know.” she muttered as she tucked her hand behind your neck and leaned in to kiss you. her lips were pillowy and wet, better than anything you’ve ever felt. she swiped the bottom of your lip entering her tongue inside your mouth. you groan at the taste of her and her huffing as she pushes deeper into your mouth. your hands drift to her waist and you pull your leg up over her body, pulling her closer. 

your hands travel up her back into her scalp. she pulls away and pierces your pupils, she meant everything she said, you saw it. “i’m sorry lovey, i was just scared.” she added. 

you could only force out a hmm.

"please forgive me?" she says, pecking your neck slowly with staccato kisses.

her tongue swirls up the side of your neck and wraps around your lobe as she pleads, "please." desperately pushing up against you.

and for a moment you consider forgiveness.

[koffeewife]

SHURI X JAMAICAN READER

Summary: A night out at the club takes a bit of a turn when y/n’s favorite song comes on and she starts drunkenly singing it to shuri , it’s the songs unique lyrics that takes shuri over the edge…

Warnings: tipsy reader, high reader, high shuri, implies smut (I’m too scared I’ll ruin it if I write smut lol)

(A/N: post writing this I am just gonna say hats off to all the writers on this platform because it is so fucking hard to translate an idea into a flowing story and I think this is the first and last time I try to do so 😭)

Soooo I’ve been on tumblr for a while reading and interacting but I never dared to write anything..but THIS scenario played out so nice while I was driving and smoking. This song was playing and it started from there you can listen to it but idk if it’ll actually go with the story so the choice is yours. If this is shit tell me immediately I’ll take it down and stfu forever 😭🫶🏾

I don’t plan on translating the patois in the dialog but if it’s necessary pls lmk and I’ll add it !

…here we go🫣 *inhales*

-

1:00AM at the club was your favorite time because the normal DJ switched out for a Jamaican one. Who so happens to be your favorite cousin.

You and Shuri decided to go out together to get some drinks in a more social environment rather than staying in like you had for the last year. Getting tired of hearing the complaints that “ Y/N put a spell on our Queen” or better yet “The Queen is pussy whipped” This was the perfect place to show face and vibe discreetly.

You made the final lick to seal your third blunt of the night. The bass in the club going hard to ‘The Harder They Fall’ by Koffee.

“Perfect song to spark the blunt to.” Shuri your girlfriend of 3 years chuckled.

The first pull was harsh but the second was sweet. That’s how you earned the name sour patch from your stoner friends.

“Here baby” you passed the blunt over. When your eyes locked so did your knees, it was a good thing you were sitting.

“You know you look really good when you’re high.” You boldly said. Shuri chuckled in reply and took a hit.

“If you think I look good so good sthandwa , dance with me”

She abruptly got up and put the blunt out, which forced you as well since you rested on her chest . As you two made your way towards the dance floor you locked eyes with your cousin.

When you saw that dumbass look on her face from the DJ booth you knew she was about to troll you in some way. The previous song seamlessly began blending into an intro you knew too well.

(start playing song here)

*Flash Back*

“Y/N long time mi nuh see yuh up weh mi spin yuh kno!” Your cousin said over wine at her place.

“It haad fi lef yuh yaad when it hold suh much luv .” You chuckled. Shuri was by no means keeping you from going out. It was more so you kept each other inside.

“Suh it guh when yuh get a gyal wid a ten outta ten ehhhhh!” You couldn’t help but bust out at the song reference she made.

“Gyal yuh nuh easy!” You laughed .

*Flash Back Over*

As soon as the bass dropped in the song you turned your back to Shuri to whine your waist.

Gyal , your pussy good mi gi’ you

10 outta 10

Up inna mi bed mi want you spread out again

“Careful, this same waistline is how you got stuck in the house for a year.” Shuri whispered in your ear, her waist keeping up with yours as she caught everything you threw.

What a body good , like you mek

outta gem

Hot inna your clothes when you

Step out again

“I’m just showing appreciation for the song choice it’s a tribute to you My Queen.” It came out a lot more breathless than you would have liked but truth be told her waistline was now leading and it was making you dizzy.

A just 10 outta 10 outta 10

Outta 10

Open up your book and mek

Mi tek out mi pen

You turned around to sing the chorus directly to her and the more words you said the darker her eyes sets.

“Slow whine gyal, your so fine

Pussy mek mi cum in no time” you sang.

Even under the club lights you could see the desire swimming in her eyes at the vulgar words you sang to her in your native tongue.

Without you even noticing her hand slide up to house your throat . “ nkosazana uyayazi ukuba indenza ntoni?” (Princess, do you have any idea what that does to me ?) Shuri rasped in your ear over the music.

You couldn’t do anything but stare at her like she hung the stars in the sky herself. The same effect that patois had on her, Xhosa had on you.

It was an instant panty soaker.

“masigoduke ndizokwazi ukubuyisa imbeko sithandwa sam” (let’s go home so I can return the tribute my love.) she ghosted over your lips.

Eyes heavy from the blunts , drinks , and Shuri’s goal to have cum untouched by her voice alone . You closed the gap between you two . The kiss was slow and deep but by no means was it romantic.

Her tongue danced with yours aiming to fuck you in the filthiest reaches of your mind. You knew if you didn’t leave now you would absolutely let her take you where you stood and no one would dare to try and stop the Black Panther .

You reluctantly broke the kiss with a gasp “yes.home.now.come” you spoke all at once and out of order.

You heard her laughing behind you as you practically dragged her off the floor.

“So you think I’m a 10 out of 10 ehhh” she teased . You tried to keep a straight face but failed thinking you both knew that you were both the 10’ s that made up the highest score.

-

*nervous chuckle*😅

[mommyghostface28]

Hey I need a little bit of advice. My bdsm partner is so possessive to the point it makes me feel controlled and like I did something wrong if I have friends I talk to outside of the time I spend with her. I get she's trying to control me but idk how to make it stop. My only knowledge of how to make it stop is to just disappear off of the social media sites she could contact me on and disappear from her life so she can't manipulate me. She wants me all to herself in an abusive way and it scares me....

I feel like it's my fault for the way she treats me...she probably misunderstood what I meant by telling her I find it lowkey sexy when a partner loves you so much they get a little possessive during sex....i certainly only meant in the way a domme says "youre all mine baby" during sex for dirtytalk or marking with hickeys etc and stated that clearly but she just isn't that way, she's the abusive manipulative type and I've attracted her and I wish I could leave this dom/sub dynamic....not her forcing me to isolate myself from the world and shaming me for talking to my friends....she gets sad and annoyed when I do and I just wanna keep crying thinking about this to type it....

She lovebombs me all the time after she hurts or upsets me...and she makes me go rougher during sex than I have told her Im able to handle. To the point it hurts but she continues and tells me im not done till she says so...and not in a sexy way but in a sexual assault (I've already called a safeword but she carries on)

I'm so sorry for venting here but as someoen who knows about domme/sub dymamics, please help....Idk what to do anymore...ibfeel trapped by them. And all she ever does is force me to show mer my naked body on camera despite me feeling uncomfy. And I was in pain today physically and felt sick, but she wasn't taking no for an answer when doing sexual stuff ... we've been together a month and I hate to think what my future will be like if I feel trapped already...

I am too scared to come forward by dms, and I realise we need to talk it through properly for advice, but I'd there any chance you can just reply publicly but inna way that keeps me anonymous? It's just I know she has my tumblr and I don't want her seeing my dms or getting suspicious of me as that'll make her angry and guilt trip me for reaching out.

All I need I guess is a public but anon reply for advice....thank you mommy...I've been one of your anons for a while but now that she has my tumblr, my dms aren't a safe space for me to ask for your support...

I feel so vulnerable rn mentally and keep feeling the need to slip into my littlespace but I don't feel at all safe around her... 😭

Love..oh my gosh :( this doesn’t sound healthy at all..this is coming from a Domme who’s possessive but definitely not like that. They sound toxic, the emotional abuse here is very apparent and I hate that they’re using bdsm as a way to execute it. A D/s dynamic does not give anyone the right to control someone like that. Isolating you from your friends, not taking no for an answer, all of it is concerning. My advice is to end things, as soon as possible. I don’t see any improvement here, they’re not a good person to engage with. I don’t feel there’s a conversation you could have with her that would change things. I’m sorry you’re going through this..they’re definitely not a good Dom(me).

If you can break things off safely, please do so. Then block them. Make it as clear as you can you want no contact whatsoever. I’m wishing you the best darling..keep my posted ❤️ be safe

[ddawnee]

what if punkflower soulmate au . soul marks specifically . miles and hobie both didnt have one

hobie never worried too much about it but miles did . he managed and used it more as a conversation starter though

until post collider , where (according to miguel) miles basicallly still left an inter dimension opening which caused their marks to show up

cue confusion . and like let's say like directly after rescuing miles from 42 hobie is looking him over for any major damage (he knows he'll be fine but he asked to . for peace of heart) and he notices the soul mark !! and they all talk about it and figure it out . and everything ends up fine with The Plot cue first dates + domestic fluff

i love soulmate aus. so much.

miles defo stressed over his lack of a soul mark, probably even felt insecure because of it. hobie didn’t worry as much as him because he had bigger things to worry about, but he definitely thought about it time to time and what it’d be like to have one.

so when it randomly showed up out of nowhere, the two were downright CONFUSED. like, hold on, what? they do have a soulmate after all?

miles was overjoyed and super excited, because maybe he wasn’t weird after all!

hobie was more curious, wondering who it could possibly be.

after hobie and miles meet for the first time, the two noticed how well they clicked. hobie had his suspicions, but couldn’t chalk it up to anything without any proof, as miles just thought it was because of their mutual friends.

then the whole earth-42 debacle. miles is definitely in a beat up state so he asks to help him put himself together (because for some odd reason it worried him) and thats when he sees the mark, and how it mirrors his own.

immediately he understood why they clicked so well. he wasn’t sure how to break the news to miles, but he decided to just be straightforward.

hobie: “miles, your soulmark.”

miles: “what about it?”

hobie: “you’ve got the same as mine.”

so of course, they talk about it. neither of them wanted to jump into anything too soon, because even if they feel a connection and are interested, they truly don’t know that much about each other yet! they take time to go on dates and get to know more about each other, and after a little they make it official.

while typin this up, i was thinkin about what their soulmark would look like. i could make it a sunflower, but i feel like that’s too obvious. so, i decided on a graffiti music note. why?

they both love music, that’s pretty obvious loll. graffiti because miles likes it, and i feel like graffiti could also be punk inna way? i think hobie would like graffiti, too.

thats awll from me :3 god i love soulmate aus

OMG WAIT. angst potential; what if one of them dies? ouch.. imagine just finding out who your soulmate is only for them to die. it may make them believe they were never worthy of love to begin with.. :( it’d hurt for them to move on from it because it’s a devastating ending to something that could’ve been more.

[astralnymphh]

future fic moodboard + header (out of like 3 upcoming fics) 𖤐

this is for sum priests-right-hand-man!ellie x nun!reader smut oneshot ive had on my mind for weeks now (abysmally inspired by 'The Little Hours' if uve ever seen that movie) but think kinda forbidden romance inna catholic convent/nunnery, curious virgin reader who wants to experience sumn, behind locked doors, very subtle looks and flirting near your other nun sisters/nun mother/priest etc, running away together or whateva all in a late medieval age world!! im alrdy dying at the thought of ellie in a masc white undershirt (similar to above) sweating under the cosmic sun working in a garden n she just spots u watching from the distance so curious n then it all turns into sumn a lot more daring and blasphemous akin to visiting you in your convent cell at moonrise till moonset teaching you outside ur regular nun duties <3 i am not nor ever been catholic so idk sht but i WILL write this thought out (prbly in volumes so i dont post a long ahh fic all at once) (if this isnt one of my most renowned fics i might flip my tit)

[puppykitt]

I know I ain't posted inna hot minute, but like, I'm playing Tears of the Kingdom rn and i'm enjoying it so far!

Also, I've seen some comments on here about Yona and about how she's ugly and whatever.

Y'all, i'm lookin at her and she is so pretty😭 She's literally one of the sweetest people in the entire game! And her and Sidon pair very well together. My only gripe is that she could've been a little bit closer to his size, cuz the height difference is so jarring to me😂.

Anyway, YONA LOVER FOR LIFE!!

[justforbooks]

Despite the occasionally visceral and often rebellious nature of his poetry, Benjamin Zephaniah, who has died aged 65 of a brain tumour, had such wide appeal in the UK that he became something close to a national treasure, attracting devotion among all classes and types of people, young as well as old.

With a down-to-earth mission to take poetry wherever he could – and especially to those who would not normally read it – his reach also extended to other parts of the world, where he was respected as a writer and performer who could be relied upon to speak his mind with forthrightness, honesty and self-effacing humour.

From an unpromising start to life in Birmingham, Zephaniah hauled himself into the public eye during the early 1980s by hitching himself to a post-punk caravan of streetwise performance poets such as John Cooper Clarke, Attila the Stockbroker and, at a slightly greater remove, Linton Kwesi Johnson – all of whom eschewed the abstract in favour of writing with a fierce political edge about everyday life.

Focusing initially on the debilitating effects of racism, including through his breakthrough poem Dis Policeman Keeps on Kicking Me to Death, Zephaniah later branched out to consider other topics that were close his heart, including unemployment, homelessness and, as a vegan from the age of 13, animal rights.

In addition to writing novels for adults, he also harnessed his talent for simple language to become a bestselling author for teenagers, with books such as Talking Turkeys (1994) and Windrush Child (2020) that became standard school reading material in multicultural Britain.

Zephaniah was born Benjamin Springer in the Hockley area of Birmingham to Oswald Springer, a post office worker, and Leneve (nee Wright), a nurse, who had emigrated to Britain from Barbados and Jamaica respectively. He had a twin sister, Velda, and six other siblings. Experiencing racism as a child on an almost daily basis, he also felt unhappiness at home, where his father was a distant and violent figure, especially to his mother. When he was 10, after Leneve had received an especially savage beating, she and Benjamin went on the run together.

Living a hand-to-mouth existence, the pair never returned, leaving the other children of the family in estrangement. The dislocation that followed had its effect on Zephaniah: at 13 he was expelled from Broadway school, later spending time in borstal, while in his late teens he was imprisoned for various offences, including affray and burglary.

Poetry, Rastafarianism and an iron will were his salvation. Realising that he was going to face further longer spells in jail or even an early death through gang-related violence, at the age of 22 he left Birmingham and headed for London to be a poet.

One of his first memories of composing poetry had come as a small boy while walking to the corner shop, and, though dyslexic, he had inherited from his mother a great lyrical facility. By the age of 15 he had a reputation as a wordsmith, and when the elders of his mother’s church, feeling he had a prophet-like quality with language, dubbed him Zephaniah (“treasured by God”), the name stuck.

In London he became part of the punk, reggae and alternative comedy scenes, reading his poems during breaks at gigs. His first collection of poetry, Pen Rhythm, was published in 1980 by a co-operative, after which, like Johnson, he began to turn to dub poetry, adding reggae music to his words with a debut album, Rasta (1982).

Soon in demand for radio, TV and film work, Zephaniah played Moses in the film Farendj in 1990 and had a TV play, Dread Poets Society, screened by the BBC the following year. His first novel, Face, about a young man whose life is dramatically changed by facial injuries he receives while joyriding, was published in 1999, but in the preceding years he had continued to produce a steady stream of poetry collections, including The Dread Affair (1985), Inna Liverpool (1988), City Psalms (1992) and Propa Propaganda (1996).

In addition to his 14 poetry books and seven dub poetry albums, over the years he produced further novels and children’s books, as well as seven plays. Among his more high-profile acting roles was a stint as the street preacher Jeremiah Jesus in the TV drama series Peaky Blinders.

In later life he moved from London to Lincolnshire, where he lived quietly, notwithstanding the energy he threw into countless projects. Although committed to widening access and undermining elites, Zephaniah saw this as compatible with academic work, and in 2011 accepted the post of professor of poetry and creative writing at Brunel University, where he was a regular, friendly presence in the staffroom and a committed, hardworking lecturer.

More recently he had been spending three months of the year in China, where he practised tai chi, but, despite his largely peaceable nature, he remained an angry man with a punk sensibility, identifying, he said, most easily with anarchism and observing that “when I see what people have to put up with from their governments, I’m surprised they don’t rise up more often”.

Consistently radical to the end, he refused the offer of an OBE in 2003, and 15 years later scotched any idea that he might become the poet laureate in succession to Carol Ann Duffy by explaining in poetic form: “Don’t take my word, go check the verse / Cause every laureate gets worse”.

His 1990 marriage to Amina, a theatre administrator, ended in divorce in 2001.

🔔 Benjamin Obadiah Iqbal Zephaniah, poet and author, born 15 April 1958; died 7 December 2023

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[s-4pphics]

JUST NOW SEEING UR REPLY TO U SAYING WHAT HAPPENED SO NOW I GOTTA RANT😭‼️ okay so I've been plotting on this fine ass masc right, been stalking her n more shit so we started talking more after thanksgiving and she started getting super flirty but the first time she flirted w me it was late at night n we were both high so i knew it didn't mean shit but I was still fangirling and then she actually started flirting and givin me cute lil nicknames so I was like oh em geeee she wants meeee, and we started flirting publically SO I THOUGHT IT MEANT SMTH?? BUT NOOOO.

This thot flirts with everybody and they momma in her comment section but I kept my cool cus we weren't together, and come to find out this bitch softlaunches her ex with no context after leaving me on sent for a week.. then she comes back a couple weeks later replying to my story and flirting with me again so (ik i need to stand up but) i welcomed her back w open arms (and legs), THEN SHE PLAYS IN MY FACE AGAINNN like wym after allat u dont want a relationship.. (after acting like she wanted to get w me).. so next time she tried to act like we were cool i honestly just left her on seen n screenshotted her message to clown her cus u are not abt to play w my feelings, and tonight i posted me inna corset and she replies AGAIN like i didnt leave her on seen the last time..

but idk tell me not to go back to her pls bc she's lookin a little tew fine in her recent story.. my mind sayin no but my pussy just pulsed yes in morse code 🙁

-🚬

UR GOOD BABY BUT omg lesbians r so weird….. LMMMMFOAOAOAOAOAOAOOA I HATE IT HERENFJDKEJDDNM

STAND UP RIGHT HT FUCKFJNG NOW

[rockwgooglyeyes]

In Yumi’s profile it mentioned that they like poetry and that Yumi was also friends with Nene ( @junebluues ) and Inna, so I was wondering if, since the three of them are friends and like books and poetry if the three could maybe have their own book club 🥺

like maybe every now and then or just whenever the three of them would get together where nene or inna would read aloud to the other two

i think itd be neat 🥺

HEY GIRL (said gender neutrally) you might think this is funny but I did actually draw Inna today. I should post that. Mmghm

Anyways back to what *you* said; Yumi would definitely be down for a book club. She might do more listening than talking at the meetings but she is excited for every meeting and loves having an excuse to read new books. Additionally, secretly, she cherishes having that inherent shared interest with two other people- every meeting, there's a guarantee that those two read the same book as her, they know the same story, and by being there, they're willing to talk about it. Listening to the sound of her friend's voices, basking in the cadence, Yumi probably feels more at peace than she has in a while.

Yumi, dramatically reading some Shakespeare aloud for once: Alas, poor Yorick, I knew him well.

Inna: for some reason this play reminds me of something but I dunno what. eh *shrugs*

Nene: woohoo!! Yumi!! you're doing so good!

[whispers-soundtrack-project]

Bagginshield: Collapse

Fanmix Part One

Something a bit different: A fanmix/playlist based on my own Bagginshield-in-the Shire fanfic, Collapse.

Thorin was closed and quiet, bent low under the weight of Fíli and Kíli's memory. For his two weeks in the Shire, he had never spoken of them, never mentioned their names, never told Bilbo how they had died—but the evening before the Dwarves were set to leave, the walls that Thorin had set up around himself began to crumble.

You can find Collapse at AO3. Link to the Spotify Playlist is at the bottom of the post

Stay (Alison Krauss)

Where have you been, * My long lost friend? * It's good to see you again

Collide (Howie Day)

Even the best fall down sometimes * Even the stars refuse to shine * Out of the back you fall in time * I somehow find * You and I collide

Forgive Yourself (Inna Modja)

Don't be scared of your darkness * Wait till tomorrow , it will be gone * Sorrow changes with seasons * Sometimes with no reason * Just let it go

All That I'm Asking For (Lifehouse)

Now we walk together * Knowing where we've been * Knowing the stakes * Of being mistaken again * It's in the past tense * There is no making sense of it now

As the Lights Go Out (Kate Rusby)

Take out your grief, take out your fears, * We’ll tie them up with threads of tears, * Then hang them up on a star so bright, * And send them out into the night

I'll Stand By You (Pretenders)

Oh, why you look so sad? * Tears are in your eyes * Come on and come to me now * Don't be ashamed to cry * Let me see you through * 'Cause I've seen the dark side too

Keeping Your Head Up (Birdy)

Times that I've seen you lose your way * You're not in control and you won't be told * All I can do to keep you safe is hold you close * Hold you close till you can breathe on your own

Breathe In Breathe Out (Mat Kearney)

Hold on hold tight, * From out of your sight, * If everything keeps moving on, moving on, * Hold on hold tight, * Make it through another night, * And everyday there comes a song with the dawn

Keep Us (Peter Bradley Adams)

There's a lesson in the rain that change will always come * Let us ride this wave and then greet the sun * And though the ground may shake and we'll think we've had enough * We must raise our flags for the ones we love

Two (Sleeping At Last)

Sweetheart, you look a little tired * When did you last eat? * Come in and make yourself right at home * Stay as long as you need * Tell me, is something wrong? * If something's wrong you can count on me * You know I'll take my heart clean apart * If it helps yours beat

[wqbytop100]

WQBY

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[letrune]

This is a callout post for people in the 1920s Hungary, but if you see familiarities... Maybe that is a problem with how our world is. Lots of sarcasm and obscure references ahoy!

Radical leftists' leftism leaves the body the moment someone has to choose between Apathy McDon'tcare and Bloodax Arthur the Childflayer, and decide to go with McDon'tcare. You know, instead of bravely not voting, or, e horrible dictu, just blowing up a railway bridge and killing 104 innocents.

Also, anarchists crying that people want to have a food bank to help the people "but we are anarchists, every man for himself!", and then ignoring a massacre next town over, because they were too busy banning school ("teachers are a hierarchy! Ban all hierarchies!"), and hanging all the people they don't like from lampposts. This is why people started to believe the stereotype, the loudest of you guys did spent more time fighting and banning stuff than actually trying to better people, and advocated for compounds with no connection to the outside world.

Or very radical communists crying that women can vote now, because Marx wrote a letter way back in university about "women be shoppin, amirite boiz?" and "but them feeemaleeees are so emotional, unlike us menfolk AND IF YOU DISAGREE IMMA BEATCHU UP INNA PARKINGLOT!" or somesuch. Because we all know that people never change or how your ideas in university will remain with you, and ALL of Marx's words are Holy Writ...

Oh, also, fuck fascists. Wait, let me paraphrase the OG antifa, Karel Čapek: "fascism is a malliable, hazy, cowardly ideology, worshipping a leader or a great cause like a primitive tribal worshipped a deity and excusing his empathy to kill anyone from other tribes. Fascism will be a downfall of humanity if not stopped before it gets to power", 1925 or 1926? It was included in a post-book addition in my copy of War with the newts, where the editor talked about how Čapek had this odd understanding for the future and was right on the money.

You need to know this: the angry Austrian artilleryman was not even in politics yet.

Royalists and other anti-democratic groups... really? You have FINALLY got the chance to have elections and you want to toss it all away? Why? Because the poor can vote? Because peasants and serfs get a chance to be more equal? It is just the pining for the old days, isn't it, ignoring how much it sucked to anyone actually involved.

Also, Hungarian soviet, it was great of you to dissolve serfdom. Why did you left half the system in place anyways? Had you ran out of time, or was the infighting more important than liberation? Or because most of you were upper-middle class during the Great War, and then slipped into the middle class,, you haven't had to meet them and thus not heard them?

So, who am i not calling out from the 1920s? Well. I guess the pacifists and most feminists. They often worked together, they often pushed for greater liberation and empathy in society.

And then they were both called "liberals" and "woke" and "pussies" and so. Just in 1920s terms, because degrading language is more what the 1940s brought into politics and got so bad, that in the 2020s, Hungary started using the English terms "woke" and "gender ideology" (okay, we stole that one from the Russians who stole it from the 90s Vatican, but you know what I mean).

So yea. 1920s Hungary should suck an egg. It only costs 33.477 pengő! 258.265 by the time you finished reading this.

And anyone who repeats the same mistakes, I hope you find empathy, clarity and peace. You can be better than the 1920s Hungary was. You can change, unlike the past. I got hope for you.

[secretxxpaladaiseu]

Here's a chance for you to be a bit creative. What is the ultimate sexual fantasy of each of your muses? For all muses of course :D

You asked, and it took me forever, but here we are.

@thedoctornumber11

Apple

Apple keeps a small harem of men that she regularly has sex with, but she's always the one who says when and who, etc., etc. A fantasy that's always really turned her on is the thought of the harem taking control. They decide to keep her locked in a cage for a few days or so, dragging her out like a dog whenever one of them feels like fucking her or messing with her. She would entirely be at their mercy of what they felt like doing to her, and nothing would really be off limits.

Kwangsun

Kwangsun isn't super sexual, so he doesn't really have fantasies. For him, a sexual fantasy would be something really vanilla like a cheesy roleplay session or something. He likes the sound of using handcuffs on someone, but he just doesn't think a whole lot about sex.

Jinae

Jinae had a kidnapping/hostage fascination. Her ultimate sexual fantasy would be to have her lover pretend to be a psychotic fan, and they hold Jinae hostage while taking full advantage of her. Even forcing her to 'stream' these sexual acts to her millions of followers. Very obscene acts, with her own phone even being used to post close up photos and videos to her social media accounts and directly to news sources as well.

Not ACTUALLY streaming it, though, but giving the impression that it's being livestreamed.

Yesung

Yesung's ultimate fantasy is to have sex near a freshly mutilated body. He doesn't want to do the killing himself, but he does like the idea of having sex at a very bloody and gruesome crime scene. One of those that even TV shows would be afraid of describing. He wants to get the blood all over himself and his partner, and even use some of the body parts as well.

Inna

Being tied to the bed and forced to lay there all day in fuzzy pajamas.

Okay, not really. Her sexual fantasy is being at her lover's will. Lover is the key word, because she's not wanting anything extreme or anything like that. She likes the idea of being tied up in some elegant pattern while wearing gorgeous, high end lingerie while her lover makes sure she cums again and again until she's absolutely exhausted. Afterwards, they would just curl up together in bed be all cutesy and sickeningly sweet.

Minie

Minie is a person that absolutely loves creativity and performance. For her, the ultimate sexual fantasy would be being someone's main art piece at an erotic art show. Where she would be suspended by a rough textured rope, with paint or ink all over her body as an interactive art piece that the visitors participate in. They could even move her around to a certain extent, like swinging her around and moving her arms and legs into different poses. Afterwards, the main artist would come and tease her in front of the final remnants of the crowd are lingering before fucking her as hard as possible.

[dospunksdao]

Straight outta Taipei && from the future yawl!

Way back in September, we welcomed jonCates from the future (Taipei Taiwan Standard Time) as the DOS Punks DAO Artist of the Month.

DOS Punks fam, Bayneko, summed it up nicely, saying, "jonCates is an experimental artist and glitch media master, who uses writings, digital images, films, games, and even colloquial grammar to draw the viewer into his glitch Western universe."

I first bumped into jonCates in sgt_slaughtermelon's Glitch Forge server but didn't start paying close attention until Kentucky Route Zero made a Glitch Western Wednesday appearance! Check out our conversation that follows.

The following is a total copy/pasta from a jonCates Medium post (here).

DOS Punks conversations, Part I

₿odaciouspiratΞ (DOS Punk 856) && jonCates discussion, September 2022

(₿odaciouspiratΞ (DOS Punk 856) && jonCates (The Cowgirl) in conversation)

₿odaciouspiratΞ: howdy jon! The Cowgirl is especially impactful for me for two reasons: there is a remarkable resemblance to DOS Punk 856 that i normally have. and so The Cowgirl imagery became even more memorable because of how it was introduced to me

(https://twitter.com/joncates/status/1524431370864398336?s=20&t=VGbxlnfIpAaXKbELzKQnag)

jonCates: on May 11, 2022, i posted: today is the 1rst Glitch Western Wednesday yawl! ⚡⌛🔓 time to unLock sum secrets, from The Cowgirl… She dreamt of walking to the edge of the worlds again. Datamoshed, she left Kansas Territory that day… head’N Out West; towards a 鬼鎮 (Ghosttown), where she would find herself, inna Glitch Western

(The Cowgirl glitches virtual Spirit Simulator — jonCates (2022)

You are playing the final/first Interlude of Kentucky Route Zero, The Death of the Hired Man… In game, Emily sits at the bar in The Lower Depths, watching the television, and talking to Carrington. She says: “I was in a movie recently. A western. Kind of. A glitch western.”

(Kentucky Route Zero — Cardboard Computer (2011–2020)

₿odaciouspiratΞ: i went back afterward and did some catching up about how we arrived at the version of KRZ today. i love the haunting misery of the game’s locations and its characters.

(Kentucky Route Zero — Cardboard Computer (2011–2020)

jonCates: they credit me with initial inspiration and influence which is very sweet of them and which i appreciate endlessly we made a game together, Jake and Tamas and i, before they made Kentucky Route Zero (KRZ), which they also credit as being how KRZ got started after they had gotten started on KRZ, i began to formalize the structures of my Glitch Western so it becomes a situation where it’s all vry interrelated rly when Emily, in KRZ, sits at the bar and says that she was in a Glitch Western she is, in a sense, or from a certain point of view, saying that she (Emily) is Emily Mercedes Rich, who starred in my film 鬼鎮 (Ghosttown). which is supersweet kinda easter egg that Jake put into the narrative of KRZ to kinda say that we had been on these paths all along that we were in the same whirlds or that we were crossing over between our whirlds as we had done in reality for so many years togethers

₿odaciouspiratΞ: hell yeah! when i came across that line in your tweet thread, “I was in a movie recently.” i kind of sat up like “okay … what have i missed here … ?”

jonCates: its buried deep at the end for true believers, like you :)

₿odaciouspiratΞ: The Cowgirl, how did this character and imagery evolve in your work?

jonCates: i could answer in different ways like sum would be rly straightforward direct answers. for instance, in my film i set out to center female characters as well as queer the genre EMR (Emily) is perfect bc she is this person. she is this cowgirl +so i knew i wanted her to be The Cowgirl, the central fictional character in the film i had alrdy been writing for the film, but then when she agreed to do it, i started rly writing specifically for her as The Cowgirl +we were spending alot of time togethers, like a couple times a week, every week. we started to rly zone in on who The Cowgirl is +i think that even tho its an experimental art film, it still has sum traditional narrative structures, where often times, you have a central fictional character. this central character is often a version of the creator of the film, the director or the writer, etc. in this way, The Cowgirl, as played by Emily, is def’ly a version of me that we created togethers. she + i mirror each other, esp when we were out shooting on locations Out West all vry intentional

₿odaciouspiratΞ: jC and EMR on location 🖤

jonCates: ya! ‘shoot’N’ ;) +then to bring it around to the VR +such, im mixing different technological moments. im comparing technological ‘frontiers’ + industrial revolutions bc we’re living through different industrial revolutions now. Old West era is during a previous industrial revoltion that changes everything in a way that leads to this industrial revolution that we’re living through now. in our current industrial revolution digital is a technological ‘frontier’ literally and ideologically. this is how we get to California so its like a mix of all this, all of these considerations and motivations + all vry sincere actually, vry much who i rly am

₿odaciouspiratΞ: and this mix is so good. i can feel how it’s inextricably intertwined, so i appreciate the time and effort to share some of this with me.

jonCates: theres one other piece of the puzzle that you might like i went to Austria to study Media Art Hystories + got my Masters degree there. my MediaArtHistories program was the 1rst of its kind + i was literally the 1rst person to graduate from it lol! the whole idea in the program was to compare the past, present, futures of Media Art, so i was technically trained in how to do that

₿odaciouspiratΞ: and so that’s how you ended up in Austria? to participate in that degree program? how did you find it?

jonCates: yes, Oliver Grau founded the program, he created it. + i knew his work && was alrdy in communications w/ him etc. so when he started the program i applied. this is active Catholic monastery called Stift Göttweig on top of a little mountain is literally where i went to grad school lol

(Stift Göttweig Library — Jorge Royan 2009)

₿odaciouspiratΞ: …you lived there too? “on campus” essentially?

jonCates: sumtimes in the little village below, on the mountain so imagine being there, in that library, studying abt computers, VR, Digital Art, etc. thats what it was like. at a certain pt i also decided to do sumthin weirdy like that, in my own work, in 鬼鎮 (Ghosttown), working w/ my own experiences of haunted ‘Americana’

₿odaciouspiratΞ: i have a predisposition to want to experience haunting. and i appreciate your work on both the surface level (it looks cool!) and also for how it makes me feel.

jonCates: that’s high compliment! deeply appreciate it friend

₿odaciouspiratΞ: thank you for continuing to share.

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The first fic that i posted: first chapter at least😭😭 i was thinking abt rebooting this story and this ask cane inna nick of time😭

keep in mind: this was on the fly but aaliyah is played by nicki and her best friend is cardi (still delulu that they are friends behind the scenes) the males switch alot id have to see still

if you agree this should get a reboot hit that like button!

this is also a straight copy n paste and unedited what fuck ups you see is REALL!

As Tempo played in the background, Liyah bit down on her bottom lip as Kam slowed down for a bit giving her time to breathe and a few deep strokes

Aaliyah letting go of the grip she had on Kam plopping on the bed while arching her back, Kam quickly picked up his pace as her moans were like music to his ears. "Beautiful" He thought while smiling at her perfect breasts that were bouncing up and down

"Just like that daddy." Liyah moaned loudly before rolling her eyes to the back of her head while gripping the sheets tightly.

"Like that?" Kam whispered in her ear laying on top of her while slowing down his pace while sucking on her neck.

"Yes f-fuckk" Aaliyah moaned out before digging her nails deep in Kam's back his strokes were getting deeper and his dick was getting thicker inside of her.

Aaliyah felt like she was on cloud 9 as Kam stood up sliding one hand down there rubbing on her clit while the other was gripped her neck, Increasing his tempo as her orgasm began to form at the pit of her stomach as Kam started to whisper in Liyah's ear again...

Liyah.

Liyah..

Liyah...

A MOTHAFUCKIN LIYAH!

Aaliyah quickly opened up her eyes to her mother looking down at her with her arms crossed.

"WAIT NO" Aaliyah yelled before quickly pull her blanket over her head and close her eyes trying to finish her shpicy dream.

"I know gahdamn well this lil girl did not just-" Cookie thought before yanking the covers off Liyah's Body, Sending shivers up and down Liyah spine making her face her mother while wiping the drool from the side of her cheek.

"You got three mothafuckin seconds to say sorry before I beat yo ass and don't make me chase yo lil ass around this house." Cookie said while pointing at the air and taking her socks off.

She knew she wasn't playing either...

"I'm sorry mama bear, I just had a dream where I won a million dollas" Aaliyah lied through her pearly whites while rubbing her fingers together,

If her mother knew that she had a dream about getting some good pipe

Aaliyah would've been in her grave by now

"Girl you got money and you dreaming about getting mo' money? Lord if you ain't my child" Cookie laughed and walked away "Anyways I'm off to work, NO NIGGAS IN MY HOUSE! okay? Only Destiny." Cookie said making sure her words were stuck in her daughter's head.

"Yes ma, I love youuu." Liyah said blowing a kiss to her mother.

"Love you more" as Cookie caught the kiss exiting her room.

Liyah made sure that her mother walked at least 10 steps away before slamming herself on her bed

"Fuck" Liyah mouthed while punching the air, as soon as she was done she closed her eyes and thinking about her dream that had just taken place, leaving her wetter than she was before.

She finally had enough energy to get up grab something comfy to wear around the house and having a concert in her shower while blasting 'Weak' by SWV

Kam's POV:

As Kam bobbed his head to the music he took another hit from his blunt, Passin it to D.

Deandre aka Dre or D

Kams Homeboy

Played by Rotimi

D looked at Kam and laughed as he took the blunt "Nigga you worried that yo baby mama gonna pop up on yo ass?"

Kam mean mugged D,

"Shut thee fuck up dawg" popping the p, "You know I'm tryna work on my relationship with Liyah" D hit the blunt passing it back to Kam, "I'm still shocked that she took yo ass back after you got Ayana-"Kam hit D in his chest, making him cough up a storm, "Bruh the fuck?" D said holding his chest.

Kam took a hit from his blunt while looking at D "You know I hate hearing her name." D gave Kam a hard stare "Aye... It ain't my damn fault that you couldn't keep yo dick in yo pants" D shrugged sitting back "Now you gotta daughter out of it."

Kam just sat back staring at the ceiling, Back before the Ayana incident happened Kam use to cheat on Aaliyah with a bunch of girls who weren't his, even her ex bestfriend Ayana. Kam didn't care who he hurt as long as Aaliyah didn't find out or no one got pregnant, but sadly both happened thus making him change his ways to keep Aaliyah,

Suddenly a knock on the door causing them to jump up and air out the living room

"Who is it" Kam yelled putting out the now finished blunt. "Nigga its Man Man, Open the fuck up!" Both Kam and D looked at each other and sighed, D sat back down as Kam open the door to a smiling Marco with a bag of weed in his hand.

Marco aka Man Man

Kams Other Homeboy

Played by Woody the Great

"Kel Mitchell lookin ass." Kam said as he took the bag of weed from Marco's hand, "Chihuahua looking ass." said as he walked in closing the door behind him. "But what's goodie doe, why are you smiling so hard?" Kam said placing the bag on the table and turning down the music a bit.

"I just got some bomb ass head." Marco said in a sing-songy voice. "Foreal? By who?" D said butting in the conversation.

"Ayesha my nigga"

D paused for a min.

"Nigga you better go get checked." D said while grinding up the weed."Fuck you mean?" Marco said with his eyebrows furrowed. "You ain't heard my nigga?" Kam said holding in his laughter

"Nigga if I knew I wouldn't let her give me sloppy." Marco said sliding his hands in his pockets

D sat the grounded weed down on the table," Niggas was sayin' got herpes on both of her lips" D said looking for the papers. "BOTH LIPS!?" Marco yelled as his voice echo in the living room.

"Yup." Kam finally said laughing. Marco ran his hand down his face sighing "shoulda followed my first mind" Marco thought in his head. It was bad enough he just got rid of the clap now he gotta test to see if got the youngboy. D nodded his head while looking around on the table to realize that they use the last paper 

"Kam we outta paper." D said sitting back on the couch texting a girl. Kam stopped laughing and shook his head. "Ight, Ill go to the store, but Marco you need ta get checked asap no rocky." Kam said while grabbing his keys and putting on his Gucci slides. "Suck a dick nigga" Marco said giving Kam the bird.  "I'll suck Liyah's clit" Kam said walking out the door 

"Nasty Bitchh!" Marco yelled before Kam closed the door hopping in his car and zooming down the street

I double dog dare you to post your very first fic and your very last fic and say two positive things about your writer growth 👀👀

hey you! you puttin me on the spot and im blankin out😭

my first fic was on wattpad, my book called the way life goes (pka distraction!) if you send me another ask ill post the first chapter of it bc its so much words😭😭 imma have to go in copy it n paste it on hea🛌

my last fic i posted is: fairytale 2 (i love it😭😭)

two positive things i can say abt my writers growth is that ive matured🫨 when i first started i wasnt takin it very seriously and just took it as some fun to do but then i realized that ppl liked my shit and i was like oh! i gotta clock the fuck in

and i mastered it my wording? (somewhat) like if you see my first fic to my last fic or at least grill em you can see the bigggggg growth of my writing.

tank yew for this ask!! i hope you have a black ass day and if you aint black then have a good day!!