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matters of the heart — Nanami K.

summary: finding out your ex-boyfriend wrote a novel detailing your relationship isn’t how you expected this week to go and to make matters worse everyone on the internet now thinks your “character” is a total bitch. you decide to pay your ex a visit, but can you do that without succumbing to your natural urges? well, no!

tags: 18+(MDNI/blank blogs) slight porn with plot, oral (f! receiving), brief nipple sucking, daddy kink, creampie, i guess nanami is a bit toxic in this lol, nanami might also be a bit ooc in here

to the moaners: has this been sitting in the draft for about 3-4 months? yes! but happy birthday month, kento 😚. artwork by @/_3aem (twt); @ryomens-vixen (this was the fic I mentioned a while back) word count: 5.6k (yuck), I don't really like this

I’m going to kill him, that was the only thing on your mind once you closed out of the novel. Normally, your weekends were spent relaxing with a fruity bubble-gum colored cocktail but today was different. Shoko called your phone at exactly 9:26 am claiming it was time she divulged some news to you. At exactly 9: 28am, she sent you an online copy of a book titled, “Matters of the Heart” and told you it was nothing but a two or three hour read and then to call once you finished.

The book had a slow start and it seemed pretty average, just any old love story. Lately, anything was getting published and it seemed that was the case here — wait, you paused your reading and sat up straight. No. Just no. Something just clicked for you which led you to completely start over from page one.

The moment you finished, at exactly 1:01 pm, you grabbed a salmon colored low cut shirt and light washed jeans, slipped on your white shoes and hurried to get into your car. You didn’t need to call her phone because you were going to talk to her face to face; this situation warranted a real conversation. It was nothing but a 17 minute drive to Shoko’s house, so when you arrived at exactly 1:18 pm, her door was already open. “They’re bashing me, Shoko. Fucking bashing! How could he do this to me?” Were the first words that flew out of your mouth, holding your phone close to her face so that she could see the reviews.

“Well, it’s not like anyone would know it’s you.” She yawned, handing you a cup of water – probably because of how crazy you looked – before she ushered you to a seat on the couch. A golden brown blanket was lazily thrown on the seat, which she hurried to move. You sat down and faced her with a look of what Shoko could only describe as pure sadness. She had seen you like this many times before, all because of one person.

“You did.” You sniffled with an eye roll, you couldn’t help but feel uncertain. Reading this book only brought back more uncomfortable feelings towards the breakup and him. You thought that you were over him and the memories that the book produced made you question everything. One question remained which is: Why?

She giggled drily. “Hey, I read all his works. Pseudonym or not. He can’t hide from me. Plus, I know you both and everything that went on. I was there too, remember?” She mumbled the last part. “Maybe this was his way of coping?”

“It’s been years… and I heard he’s announced a sequel. Shoko, a SEQUEL! It’ll be released later this year.” You spoke in a shaking watery voice while she rubbed your back in an attempt of comfort. Your mind could only think of what the reactions would be to your character in the sequel… insecurities that you never knew were there flooded your mind.

“There was enough material for a sequel? I thought he covered everything…” Shoko rubbed her chin and looked deep in thought. You just stared at her, she couldn’t be serious. “Sorry, ignore me.” She shook her head ignoring your stare.

“Do I even confront him over this? A-and how would that make me look, like I still check on him right? I’ll look crazy and bitter… which apparently I am. Oh and I’m bitchy and a ‘total cunt’ as they’re putting online.” He didn’t know just how much you changed, he missed your growth. Rubbing your eyes, you ask:“Why did you tell me about this? What made you take so long… I just don’t understand.”

“Well, at first… I didn’t think you’d care.” Moving a strand of her nut-brown hair out of her face, she continued. “Then about a month ago, I decided it was right to tell you, just in case someone else pieced it together.”

“Gojo read it then, huh?” You mentally cringed at the thought. It was the only person you could think of who’d be so crude about it. He knew how damaging the breakup was for you but not as bad as Shoko knows. Now, you’re just grateful that she told you before he did.

“Yep, so I figured that I had to tell you before he did.” She clicked her tongue. “But let’s just calm down before you make any rash decisions on how to handle this.”

“He wrote a fucking duality series about me, our relationship, our sex life and you want me to calm down? Are you listening to yourself? This is a serious matter. I am being called a bitch, a slut and more on Goodreads and multiple websites, reviews, etc. and he didn’t even have the audacity to give me a heads up. You had to call me.” You let out an unladylike snort.“Why couldn’t he stick to his mystery novels? Wasn’t he doing good at those?”

“Writer's block.” Shoko said in a singsong-like voice. “He hadn’t written a mystery book since you two broke up and then… he alerted his supporters he wanted to switch things up and then… that was that. Ladies loved it, a big hit. By the way, if you two were really fucking like that I need to se—”

“Shoko, now is not the time!” Your face felt hot all over, your mind racing. “I just can’t believe this.” You wrapped your arms around your body and squeezed, giving yourself one big squeeze. It was hard not to cry but you could feel it all in your throat.

“I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I don’t think his intentions were to make you feel bad.” She hugged you to her chest, pressing a small kiss to the crown of your head. “I think he still loves you. I mean, isn’t this book proof? After all these years, he wrote about you.”

“I’m sure he moved on by now.” You whispered, your eyes growing tired already and the day had barely started. “I just need to lay down. I need to rest.” Your mind seemed to finally grow calm and your breathing steady, a small hiccup now in your throat but with a gulp of water, you were better.

“Just stay here. I don’t trust you to be alone right now.” Shoko’s voice drowned out as sleep overtook you, you could only feel her warmth as she held you and honestly it was all you needed at this moment, Shoko always made you feel safe and you couldn’t thank her more than enough for that right now as you slept.

You were a light sleeper, it was always something that Nanami pointed out about you. He always said how he felt like he couldn’t leave the room while you slept even if it was to use the bathroom afraid to wake you. He knew how important sleep was to you and he’d risk having a bladder infection if you got all 8 hours that you required. Nanami was sweet and caring like that.

You didn’t think you’d break up with him ever. He was the one for you and he always made that clear. He pampered you and even after the breakup – though you didn’t need it – he left you with a check for five thousand dollars, saying it was for his half of the lease for the next few months.

The breakup was brutal for you. You almost quit working entirely. Shoko was the only person you’d confined into and the only friend you left to check in on you especially when you didn’t want to leave the house. She brought you groceries and helped you shower until you finally were able to get up again.

Though it was hard to believe, it was Nanami who broke up with you. You thought it was a joke, a cliche little joke.

“Baby, I’m not joking.” His voice was quiet and husky, he spoke as if he was going to cry. “I just need some time to myself. I need to figure out if this is what I want. You don’t have to wait for me, you just keep on living your life and being happy. But… I think it’s time we let this go.”

You didn’t cry in front of him. You didn’t cry when he packed his things up. You certainly didn’t cry when he shut the door, leaving his key on the table because you knew he was joking. He had to be. But when you called him and his number was disconnected and you were blocked on any form of social media… that was when you broke down and cried.

It happened out of nowhere. You overanalyzed every aspect of your relationship for where you went wrong. You wrote down every conversation you could remember and dissected it word by word. You watched every video and picture you had of the two of you looking for a bit of regret or anything on his face. You read every text message, looking for malice. He said he needed time to figure out if he wanted this but he always made it clear that he did and even that he was looking forward to having kids together, you two had even gone ring shopping months ago.

You didn’t sleep and when you did, it was only for 4 hours and sometimes barely that. Your heart had an ache in it and the tears wouldn’t stop. You could only think why wasn’t I enough?

When you opened your eyes Shoko was still holding you and a small smile grew on your lips. “Thank you Shoko.” You knew if you could count on anyone, it was always going to be her. She was the one who pieced you back together and made sure that life didn’t destroy you and you couldn’t help but to be grateful.

“Of course. ‘M going to let you spend the night here, okay? Let’s get some takeout and watch your favorite movies, how’s that sound?” She knew the way to your aching heart like the back of her hand.

“It sounds amazing!” You stretched your arms out wide, leaning off of her and sitting up. “Should we start with Uptown Girls or Legally Blonde?”

It took two days before you confronted him. Shoko was adamant about not giving you his address and you were tempted to get it from her phone. But luckily, you wore her down, she was probably tired of you bringing him or his book in every conversation. So now you stood there, nerves washing over you in waves.

The mahogany colored door stared at you – mocked you – and you returned the glare before you knocked on it, hard. This was just a door and you were angry at the person behind said door, not the door itself.

It was almost like he was waiting on you because the door unlocked and opened. He even stepped aside to let you in, quiet. His straw-colored hair was parted differently and he even looked taller or broader – you couldn’t completely tell – but he looked different… seemed different. The atmosphere around him made your stomach clench and it made you mad; why did it feel like only you suffered from the breakup? Here he was – strong and tall – and you were nothing or rather the same.

“You wrote a romance erotica novel about our relationship?” It was what you practiced saying before you got out of your car – making sure your voice didn’t tremble – this time, it didn’t.

“Well, hello to you too. Even after three and a half years, you still like to get straight to the point.” He grinned, putting a hand on your back to guide you to a seat on his couch. “I must ask, what makes you think it’s about you?” He does a slight laugh and raises his brow.

“We have the same initials, almost the same name. Are you kidding me?” You retort, folding your arms across your chest. You tried to ignore the fuzzy feeling in your chest that occurred when you heard his voice after so long, hearing him and seeing that damned smile… your nose scrunched up.

“Sorry, I just didn’t know you kept up with me… with my books…” He muttered, glancing your way, a demure look in his amber eyes. “Should I be flattered?” Almost in an instant, he turned on a slight cockiness to himself, though his body language showed his nervousness – his thigh bouncing a bit and his fingers tapping on the couch handle. A light sense of relief filled your system knowing that you weren’t the only one being affected by this.

“I don’t.” You inhaled deeply. “Shoko told me about it and then, I checked it out.” Fiddling with your fingers and even picking at your nails, that was your tell all sign of nervousness and right now you were engaging in it more than ever before.

“I wanted to tell you or rather, to ask you. I know you got the voicemails I sent last year…and then you kept dodging my calls.” He tells you, you could feel his eyes on you – or more so your fingers… the nasty habit that he had finally got you to stop all those years ago rushing right back in an instant.

“Writing a book to trash me and our relationship… to make you look like some sort of… ugh, like you’re so amazing and I’m just shit. Yeah, that certainly got my attention.” If you were coming off bitchy or rude right there, you couldn’t care less especially when there were worse things that you could’ve said or even could’ve done at this moment. You really wanted to slap him.

“Is that all you got out of it?” He asks with his head low, almost as if he was admitting defeat or as if he couldn’t believe you came up with something so trivial.

“Was there anything else to get?” You counter, shifting your body towards him. Maybe it was best that you sat down and actually listened to the author and his interpretations of his work.

“How about that I love you regardless of any flaws… how about I find your stubbornness and attitude sexy and how I knew this breakup would be good for you. I was holding you back. I mean, I heard you got promoted 3 times since we broke up… I just felt like I was changing you, hindering your growth. I needed to reflect on myself and this book helped that.” He tapped his fingers against his thigh, yet another sign of his anxiousness. “Believe it or not, I still care about you. No matter what happened between us.”

“What happened? You mean when you decided to just leave? You could've told me everything you just told me and I would’ve understood better. We could’ve talked and came to a compromise. You don’t understand what you put me through after it.” You were close to tears but you straighten your posture and sniffled, it was best not to think about what happened before. “I just needed a bit of closure too, I guess that’s why I came. I just was caught off guard. You could’ve knocked on my door or something, forced me to answer… forced me to talk.”

He met your eye for the first time since you came over. “You wouldn’t have listened,” He huffs. “Didn’t I mention how stubborn you are? Plus, I meant what I said. I needed time to myself and I think we both did.”

“I guess…But Nanami, this book was too much. A letter would’ve been fine if you needed closure, don’t you think?” You see his lips quirk up a bit before he licks them, trying not to laugh it seems.

“My publisher got a hold of some of the documents where I was just going over things, writing here and there. She loved the idea… plus I’m in a contract for six books so I had to put something out soon, it had already been a year.” He told you, sitting his chin on top of his knuckles. “I honestly didn't mean to hurt you. I was writing for fun… reminiscing about us and then later down the line, I realized I was writing because I wanted you to read it, I just didn’t exactly know how to get you to since you were very adamant on avoiding me, which is understandable. But regardless, I didn’t think it’d get on the bestseller list or for the reviews to get so harsh.” He admits, reaching for your hand before his hand froze in midair and he stopped himself, choosing instead to put it behind his head.

“Is there anyway you can stop the sequel from being published then… since you got my attention after all this time?” You asked, putting your most dazzling smile on, hoping to sway him.

“I can talk to my publisher. Everything’s in print and materials are already done… but I’ll try to see if I can stop production.” His adam’s apple bobbles when he does a harsh swallow. “Are we… okay? Do you forgive me?”

The question made you pause. He always made it hard for you to not forgive him; it took one look or a smile and a small explanation and it made it easy to fall in love with him all over again, no matter what he did… it seems. But it made you ask yourself: Were you too easy? Did you really forgive him? It was thoughts like that swirling around the corners of your mind. You wanted to forgive him, he was just writing and telling a story… but it was your story, not just his. Using this for your attention when he could’ve written about anything else, he didn’t have to. Were you just ready to forgive him because you still loved him?

You hadn’t realized how deep in thought you were until you felt the couch dip and even then, your mind was still spirling.“You don’t have to…” His voice brings you out of your thoughts, his body so close to yours that it was getting hard to breathe. He still smelled the same; citrus and woodsy and it was easy to get yourself sucked back in.

“So you can write another book about my stubbornness?” You give a quiet giggle, scooting a bit away from him, seeing him frown from the corner of your eyes. You didn’t want to fall back but he made it all so simple. It was easy and you were already falling back on him and you didn’t need that… Did you?

“Baby…” Your body buzzed and hummed, turning to him with wide eyes. “I’ll do anything I can to make this right. Anything for you to forgive me… If they can’t stop publication, what can I do to make us right?” He was doing more than a gaze, he was full on staring and from how close he was it was hard to avoid.

“Nanami I–” You stopped yourself. You couldn’t really think of anything he could do but you could think of several unhealthy things you could do to ruin your progress on going over him. He had betrayed you and made you a laughing stock so why are you stuck thinking about forgiveness when you should be leaving.

“I never stopped loving you.” His fingers traced up and down your pants but his eyes stayed on yours. “I never thought about anyone but you… I never slept with anyone… it’s always been you. But, I understand what I put you through and I’ll apologize every second until you forgive me…” The blond man who you never saw shed a tear looked more than close to it. “But just please… forgive me.”

“I’m sorry, honest.” He tries again after being met with absolute silence. “Just… let me show you, okay?” His breath tickles your face for a second and when you look into his cocoa brown eyes, you feel everything you once felt again.

Memories of good times dulls out the odd feelings in the pit of your stomach – the confusion and pain – instead are replaced with joy. The trip to Malaysia where he rubbed sunscreen on your entire body and laid back to read a book and you watched as his eyes kept drifting to you while you played in the cerulean water; how you kept begging him to come in until he complied and how eventually in the early hours of the morning when you wanted another dip, he fucked you twice — once in the golden lush sand and another in the cool ocean water.

His face is in your thighs and you couldn’t help but feel better, feeling his breath fanning so close to your pants covered pussy, your body felt scorching hot. He’s grumbling, “Will you let me make it up to you? Will you let me show you how sorry I am?”

You must’ve nodded because he was already unbuttoning your pants and helping you lay back, pulling your shirt up just a bit to see your perky tits – he must’ve remembered how you never wore bras unless you felt it was necessary, which was mainly work or any important events.

He blew a bit on your hardening nipples before he took one into his mouth – playing biting them with a smug look on his face before he began licking around your areolas and kissing around the swells of your breast. He doesn’t say anything but he looks deep in thought as he kisses down your body, his fingers scraping down your sides as he works your pants and your panties all the way down. Bringing his head up for a minute, he looks in your face. “I love you.” He says it simply, heavy emotions swirling in his brown eyes.

Removing your pants and underwear completely from your body, he spreads your thighs and looks over your body – a trimmed low pretty bush sits between your thighs and it makes him smile, he always loved seeing the curled hair on your delicate lower lips. He spreads your pussy, watching the skin stretch with a deep smile on his face. You could feel yourself … the wetness leaking down under your body and it made you cringe, but the way he was staring at you made the insecurities vanish. “All this for me?” He takes a tentative lick before he slurps, clutching your hips. “I know you like to run… but I need you to stay put, got it?” It was hard for you to listen to him, your head already fuzzy and the thoughts swirling around were only about him, nothing more.

Then your body bucks up, “Wait–!” A broken moan escapes your mouth when he presses a soft wet kiss to your clit. Nanami had always been gentle and very careful whenever he ate you out; making sure his tongue was wet enough and that he wasn’t too rough. His tongue was wide enough to make your back arch, your body leaving the couch when it finally hit your clit and he gave you no time to recover before he peeled back the hood, sitting the tip of his tongue there and rapidly flicked at the bud.

Hearing the lewd squelching noises coming from the mixture of your cunt and his mouth made you close your eyes, squeezing them shut tightly. He spits before he licks it up and down your aching slit, nudging his tongue inside only slightly, much to your dismay. You’re gasping every second when more of his tongue slips in and out of your pussy; sliding a bit more each time and it makes your thighs shake. When he finally slips his entire tongue inside of you, curling it just enough that you can feel it everywhere, your legs attempt to close up around his head. “Please– ‘m so… soo–oh…” His fingers join in on the fun and in small sloppy circles he rubs your clit, pressing down on the pearl while his tongue continues flicking inside of you. The split second that you open your eyes, his are already on yours and it was that moment, that made your body tense up and for you to cum.

It happens fast, clear sticky wetness leaks out of you and Nanami still tries to get more of it on his tongue, catching anything that drips and sucking on your folds. “Always so fucking good…” He mutters, spreading you again and smearing more of your slick on his face by shaking his head between your thighs, so that he’s completely covered in you.

When he moves his head, embarrassment comes over you, looking at his wet face… even his forehead was wet and you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, baby but… I’ll be right back, stay wet for me.”

Your heart hammers against your chest, lying there on this now wet couch. You didn’t come over here for this and yet here you are… about to get fucked and really, it was no turning back now. You’d been on dates with men after Nanami but they never lasted past the second date and you certainly hadn’t had sex in a while, but he made you come apart like it was nothing.

But then again, Nanami knew your body… so of course this was a walk in the park for him. It honestly annoyed you right now, you couldn’t even make yourself cum half the time especially these last few years and now, barely an hour here and he has you right where he wanted you… bare and practically back in love with him.

Nanami came back with a fresh face and unbuttoned pants that he was currently pulling down. You clenched around nothing, your mind thinking only of the perfect dick that was going to be coming out of those pants. You licked your lips, this would be the first dick you saw in years and it was his.

His drooling cock slapped his stomach and you swallowed, your mouth felt unreasonably dry. The length of his cock always impressed you, standing tall at seven and a half inches, he shakes with laughter which snaps you out of your daze. “Now let me look at you.” His whispers and even though he already saw you, both years ago and right now, you can’t help but feel hot all over again. He’s staring – drawing his eyes down every inch of your body – focusing on your breast before getting to the stare of the show yet again. He smirks, laying you back down, pressing his body against yours to kiss you.

Your breath was caught in your throat, his tongue still tasted of you and his hands cups your jaw. He’s gentle, his tongue moving around your mouth messily before he stops, saliva breaking apart when he does so. His fingers make a ghostly featherlight touch on your clit that makes you jump, the head of his cock at your entrance. He holds out his hand, close to your mouth. “Spit.” Gathering up some, you spit in the palm of his hand and stroke it along his length, huffing at the sensation.

He pushes in, taking his time to work himself inside of you, a strained expression on his face. Hips pulled back, he focuses more on just the tip of himself fucking you, watching your pussy stretch with just the tiniest bit of resistance. Inching himself inside, you watch his torso flex and he groans, obscene noises plop and plap around the apartment, his heavy cock pushing in and out of you, your toes curling.

“Pussy still mines, right? Didn’t give it away, did you?” You’re struggling to talk - to fucking breathe - your eyes rolling back and your jaw slacked but you babble out a soft ‘no’ which makes him finally thrust in you harder, completely bottoming out. You feel him in your belly, feeling full and embarrassingly wide with him stretching you out, his balls sitting on the crest of your ass before he moves.

He moves you a bit, your bodies flush to each other and he moves his hips in harsh circles, his pelvis so close to your clit. His hands on your calves, he pushes your legs so that they rest on his shoulders, your knees touching your ears makes you tighten up and he groans above you.

“Nanami I-” You call out, eyes closed with pleasure shaking through your core, wetness slapping between the both of you.

“Nanami? No, call me what you used to call me.” His hips slowed down, a whine escaping your lips. His cock dragging inside of your walls, pulling out slowly, awaiting your response.

“Please…don’t slow down, Ken—” before the word even left your lips, his hand slapped your cunt, leaving your legs shaking a bit and your eyes snapping open. Drops of tears run down your cheeks and you sniffle, reaching for him… you couldn’t help but feel so small in his presence.

“Say it.” Then, you knew what he meant. A name that now feels foreign in your brain and even when it leaves your mouth, it comes out in a strange rattled whimper.

“Oh, oh… daddy, ‘m sorry. Please, keep fucking me. It’s so goooood!” He’s grinning before the words leave your mouth.

“Still my good girl huh? Always so fucking good for daddy.” He licks up your neck and it makes you tremble, your tongue lolling out a bit and he moves to suckle on it. “Did you skip over all those sex scenes or did you rub this pussy out to them?” He asks, his fingers digging in the back of your thighs.

You choked out, sobbing, “I did, daddy… But I-I don’t want to remember everything.”

“You don’t remember all the words I used to describe this cunt? This pretty pussy? That changed his life… my life? That made him always crawl back? That made him so fucking hard? The pretty words I used to describe you? To describe how pretty she always looked when he fucked her? How his heart felt like it was going to explode when she looked at him too long because he loved her so damn much?” He’s groaning in your ear, thrusting into you, his depth reaching your g-spot, your pussy spasming and begging for his cum at every word he uttered.

Pumping himself inside, you could see the white creaminess that was on his cock, most likely because of you, he was constantly fucking the cream inside of you, your nails digged into his arms and he moaned at the feeling. Your stomach tightens and you move to push him away, “I’m going to c–cum!” You felt him throbbing inside of you, signaling that he was close too. “Please, cum inside of me… I can’t take it.” You couldn’t stand it any longer, it’s been years and you needed him to fill you up. He stopped for a moment, changing positions so that you’ll be sitting on his lap, grabbing your hips and forcibly bouncing you on his dick, dangerously slow.

Wetness gushes on him as his tip hits you from a new angle, seeing the outline of him in your tummy, he’s stretching you again with each nasty thrust. Each drag of his cock making you go crazy and the aching between your legs continue, your body shaking and both of you moaning loudly and over each other.

Finally, your orgasm rattled and shook your entire body, your pussy sucking him in, milking him for all he’s worth and it makes his body shake and he releases inside of you, trying to stay quiet as his body jerks up, unable to stop himself from fucking you through both of your orgasms.

It’s quiet for a while, just heavy breathing with you laying on his chest. “I love you too…” Your voice is scratchy and your face tear stained. He doesn’t say anything, his cock still pulsing inside of you.

“I know. I love you too, never stopped.”

“Did you at least read the acknowledgements or did you just dive right in?”

“I never read the acknowledgements for books, thought you would’ve remembered that.” You watch him get up, walking around the living room, looking for something. You were both still naked and the entire room smelled of sex.

“I did remember that and when you barged in my door, I already knew that you still hadn’t changed when it came to that. Here, read this part right here.” He brings you over a copy and you run your fingers around the softback cover with a small smile on your face; this silly thing had brought you both back together and right now you could give less than a fuck about those reviews.

Feeling the spine of the book, you open it and can practically smell the scent of an unopened new book. Turning the first few pages, you go to the one page acknowledgment and read it aloud: “She might not read this book. But if she does, by chance. I hope she knows that I still love her.” You wiped your eyes and smiled. “You’re an asshole, you know?”

He lets out a hearty laugh, “I know baby.” Kissing the top of your head, he gets up and grabs his phone from the kitchen counter and you follow him. “I think I have enough material to write a third book now.” He grabs his phone and starts typing, his eyebrows furrowed as if he was deep in thought. Attempting to grab his phone he chuckles and uses his height to his advantage by standing taller.

Standing on the tips of your toes you snort, “Don’t even joke about that!” But a smile takes over your face and he can’t help but smile too.

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QUEER MTL THINGS TO DO: June 2023 / PRIDE MONTH 🏳️‍🌈

Summer’s here and the time is right for queering in the streets! This month, Montréal is stuffed to the brim with events, parties and unique experiences painted in all the colours of the LGBTQ+ rainbow. From drag to community, circuit to underground, here’s some of our picks for the best LGBTQ+ things to do in the city. For further announcements, follow QueerMTL on Instagram, Twitter, Facebook and Tumblr! Got an event coming up? DM it our way!

EVENT OF THE MONTH:

🎶 Montréal’s Chœur Queer brings their “co-constructed show that queers a choir” (Re)faire chœur queer to the St-Ambroise Montréal Fringe Festival at Studio Jean-Valcourt du Conservatoire, with performances from June 10-18, 2023. Developed during workshop sessions with facilitator Jade Préfontaine, (Re)faire chœur queer utilizes vocal and spacial explorations to queer the room with sound. In their own words, “Our approach to the choir is transdisciplinary, as it is neither clearly musical, nor completely narrative, nor perfectly choreographic, but all at once.” Find tickets here.

EVENTS

📚Metatron Press presents Capsule, a night of readings from new releases by LGBTQ+ authors at Ursa on Thursday, June 1, 2023, featuring Lee Suksi, Eli Tareq El Bechelany Lynch, Trynne Delaney and Jayson Keery.

✊ The Chemstory podcast launches with a gathering of storytelling and discussion with gay, bisexual and queer men and non-binary people sharing their experiences with chemsex on Thursday, June 1, 2023 at SAT. Free tickets available here.

👠 On Friday, June 2, 2023, Lust Cove celebrates Kaya Koko’s 25th birthday with Kokonuts: A Sexy Birthday Bash at Café Cléopatra, featuring performances from Lia Jasmin, Mina Minou, Sugah the Vixen and others. Tickets here.

📚The Violet Hour Book Club meets to discuss Guapa by Saleema Haddad on Saturday, June 3, 2023 at the Archives gaies du Québec. All are welcome, so get reading!

✡️ A Queer Mitzvah at Bar Notre-Dame-des-Quilles on Saturday, June 3, 2023 promises a Jewish-centered cabaret and dance party open to all.

🏠 Looking for a QTBIPOC housemate, or searching for a suitable spot to live? Check out QTBIPOC Co-Living’s "Speed Dating" event on Saturday, June 3, 2023 and meet some cool potential roomies!

🔥 Now this is exciting. June 7-11, 2023, P!NK BLOC Montréal presents the first edition of their new queer radical festival BRÛLANCES at Centre culturel Georges-Vanier. “We want to unite 2SLGBTQI+ communities towards our liberation, in revolutionary, resolutely feminist, anti-capitalist, decolonial, anti-racist and anti-fascist perspectives.” Who can argue with that? Check out their full lineup of events here.

✍️ HommeHomo brings Drink & Draw back to Bar Le Cocktail on Wednesday, June 7, 2023, featuring live models and drink specials.

💃 The long-running annual Hot Mess waacking competition brings a full-on battle to the stage of Cabaret Mado on Thursday, June 8, 2023. Tickets here.

✊ AGIR and P!NK BLOC Montréal present From the margins to the center: Trans+ and non binary migrants & refugees knowledge on Thursday, June 8, 2023 at Centre culturel Georges-Vanier.

🎭 Queer ghost story Red Paper hits the St Ambroise Fringe Festival Montréal with showings June 8-18. Find more details and ticket information here.

✊ P!NK BLOC Montréal and the Comité autonome du travail du sexe presents Sex workers Unite! a film screening and discussion at Centre culturel Georges-Vanier on Thursday, June 8, 2023. After a showing of the 2000 film Live Nude Girls Unite!, the workshop will take a closer look at the issues facing sex workers in Montréal.

📚 Librairie Résonance hosts a book launch for Black Metal Rainbows, a 400-page, full-color anthology of radical, queer, and leftist writings and artworks that explore black metal as a genre of openness and inclusivity on Friday, June 9, 2023.

🎶 YATAI MTL 2023 and Sticky Rice Magazine present Soirée City Pop Japon 80s, a celebration of the popular Japanese genre of the same name at Bassin Peel on Saturday, June 10, 2023.

👠 Join Foxy Lexxi Brown, Kyky Delavega, Jolie Lolita and others at the Motown Burlesque on Saturday, June 10, 2023 at Café Cléopatra, paying tribute to all your favourite Motor City hits.

🎶 The Monday Night Choir presents Émergence, their first concert since pandemic lockdown under the direction of François Lukawecki at Chapelle Notre-Dame-de-Bon-Secours in Old Montréal on Sunday, June 11, 2023. Tickets at the door.

✊The Archives gaies du Québec hosts The Aesthetic Activism of ACT UP Montréal: a history in photos and posters from June 13-August 13, 2023, spotlighting an important piece of both HIV/AIDS and Montréal’s activist history.

🎥 REEL GAY hosts a screening of The Devil Wears Prada at the Diving Bell Social Club on Tuesday, June 13, 2023, featuring live commentary and a performance by drag artist DENIM.

🍍The Festival Jouissif Montréal takes over Bain Mathieu on June 17-18, 2023 with a full programme of performers, a market, workshops and showings of erotic art. Join Sasha Baga, DJ Sam, Miami Minx, Cherry Top and others for an 18+ party you won’t soon forget.

👠 Twice a month on every second Tuesday, Bring It! hosts an OTA night of ballroom and vogue with commentator and DJ. Follow their Instagram for dates and details.

🎾 Throughout the month, Tennis Lambda hosts LIGUE DE DIMANCHE outdoor tennis on the courts at Parc Louis-Riel. Check Eventbrite for full dates and details.

🚲 Montréal Queer Bike Polo meets on Thursdays! Find details and directions on their Instagram.

🏐 Les Ratons-Chasseurs (Montréal’s LGBTA dodgeball group) holds regular events. Keep an eye on their Facebook for upcoming opportunities to join in and play.

🤠 The long-running Club Bolo offers open country music dance classes every Friday evening at the Association sportive et communautaire du Centre-Sud. Find more details at their website.

🕹Montréal Gaymers hosts regular gatherings including board game nights and gaming gatherings. Check their Facebook for what’s next!

🎤 Most Tuesdays, check out Stand Up St. Henri Open Mic at Impro Montréal, focusing on women, non-binary, queer and allied comedians.

🏃🏾Join the Out-Run run and workout club for people relating to the queer / sapphic experience. Details on their Instagram!

💃 Tango/Salsa Queer’s continue, with Salsa Queer on Monday nights from 20:30-21:30 and Tango (beginners/intermediate) on Tuesdays at 19:00-20:30. Contact [email protected] for prices and location.

🐦 Bird lovers should keep their eye on Queer Birders' regularly scheduled birdwatching events and excursions. Join the Facebook group and get those binoculars at the ready.

PARTIES

🥳 Sponsored by Fierté Montréal Pride, PIMAN 2 is a free-entrance queer Caribbean party at Club Sagacité on Friday, June 2, 2023.

🥳 Sure to be one of the season’s most memorable events, Ellelui presents KICK OFF, a lesbian, queer and trans party with DJs Lucibabyy, DJ Nalee, Buhbuh Lø and Mansa at Newspeak on Friday, June 9, 2023.

🥳 MPU returns with the MPU Malibu Beach Party on Saturday, June 10, 2023 at Le Belmont, featuring performances from Miss Dupré, Rainbow, Sami Landri and Charli Deville, alongside music from DJ Jeffany and Frantastik.

🥳 Light up the dance floor with other lovers of flow art at Club Cosmic—Jam Party Lumineux #PicnicStyle on Saturday, June 10, 2023 at the Village au Pied-du-Courant.

🥳 Quickly becoming one of Montréal’s hottest queer gatherings, Queen & Queer returns with their Dance Party Vol. 11 at Ausgang Plaza on Friday, June 16, 2023 with DJ Poptrt, DJ Sam and DJ Syz.

🥳 Psychedelic trance lovers will float away at Cosmic Resonance: A Psychedelic Journey in the Old Port on Friday, June 23, 2023. Details and tickets on Facebook.

🐻 Bears and their admirers won’t want to miss Bear Nation’s TerreDesBears23: la soirée Bear la plus chaude de l’été à Montréal with DJ Marc Paquet and DJ Duchesne at Theatre Sainte Catherine Café-Bar on Friday, June 30, 2023.

DRAG

👑 Cabaret Mado hosts ZazoO chante Piaf! on Thursday, June 1, 2023. Accompanied by guitarist Laflèche Gosselin, ZazoO hits all the high notes of “the little sparrow” Edith Piaf in a show which has toured France, Switzerland and now returns to Montréal. Tickets here.

👑 Uma Gahd is remounting her one-woman show Are You There Margaret? It’s me, Gahd at Bar Le Cocktail on Saturday, June 3, 2023, before taking it overseas to the Edinburgh Fringe. Our queen is going international!

👑 Pop chameleon Jimmy Moore presents Jimmy Moore personnifie Taylor Swift to Cabaret Mado on Saturday, June 3, 2023.

👑 They’ll give you what you want, what you really really want at Cabaret Mado on Tuesday, June 6, 2023, when Spice Drags brings all your favourite girl power hits to the stage in full drag.

👑 You’d better walk that f****** duck when Ru Paul’s Drag Race Season 15 queen Anetra takes the stage at Cabaret Mado on Wednesday, June 7, 2023.

👑 Jimmy Moore Material Girl is spot on, you’ll think you’re watching the real thing at Jimmy Moore personnifie Madonna on Saturday, June 10, 2023 at Cabaret Mado.

👑 Rock en Espagnol Draglesque, featuring Velma CandyAss, Salty Margarita, Black Mamba and others, is at Bar Le Cocktail on Saturday, June 10, 2023.

👑 Expanding the boundaries of drag, the new Myknova, hosted by Aizysse Baga, Miko and Game Genie Sokolov launches on Monday, June 12, 2023 at Cabaret Mado, featuring Sisi Superstar and Awwful. Tickets here.

👑 Celebrating EmmÖtional Damage’s 30th birthday, Bonne fête EmmÖtional Damage takes over Cabaret Mado on Monday, June 12, 2023, hosted by Marla Deer and featuring surprise drag artists throughout the night.

👑 Lulu Shade and Sarah Winters present Garden of Shade 4 at Bar Le Cocktail on Tuesday, June 13, 2023, featuring appearances from Mimi Fatale and Deborah Kadabra. Tickets here.

👑 Go back in time at Couronne et corset at Cabaret Mado on Wednesday, June 14, 2023, when queens Daisy Wood, Blueberry Moore, Betty Bistouri, Ava Godiva, Akikoï, Miss Behave, Mistress Vladimir and Robin Brutal transform the stage into a medieval fantasy.

👑 Uma Gahd hosts Les Folies Draglesque with featured star Miami Minx and guests Alice Wildflower, Casquivano, Ophelia Rass and Will Charmer on Thursday, June 14, 2023 at Cabaret Mado.

👑 Montréal’s drag kings take over the Maison de la culture Maisonneuve on Thursday, June 15, 2023 with Les Kings Comiques featuring Slim Furry, Lesley Wilde, Jaqq Strap and others.

👑 O.G. RuPaul’s Drag Race and All Stars contestant galore Manila Luzon brings her Gangsta Paradise show to Le National on June 16, 2023. General admission tickets and VIP meet and greet packages are available here.

👑 Proving that drag isn’t just into pop, Drag Aux Foufs brings an exciting drag show dedicated to punk, metal, ska and emo at Les Foufounes Électriques on Saturday, June 17, 2023. Featuring Salt, Zyra Dymond, Eden Ashes, Miss Behave and others.

👑 Marking 35 years in drag, legendary Montréal queen Michel Dorion presents Dalida pour toujours at Bar Le Cocktail on Saturday, June 17, 2023. Expect dancers, choreography and a loving tribute to the Italian-French diva.

👑 An all-star line-up of Montréal queens including Tracy Trash, Bambi Dextrous, Sasha Baga and more gathers for Les grands concerts: Un Hommage la comédie musicale québécoise on Wednesday, June 21, 2023 at Cabaret Mado. Sing along to some of your favourite Québec musical hits!

👑 Ad’Horrible, Mike Oxlong and Niko Lubie present their open alternative drag night Under Kingstruction: Family Issues at Bar Le Cocktail on Saturday, June 24, 2023.

👑 On Friday and Saturday nights, the legendary Mado Lamotte hosts Mado Reçoit at her namesake club, Cabaret Mado. Each week, she shares the stage with a hand-picked roster of queens. Tickets and lineup info here.

👑 Uma Gahd hosts weekly screenings of Drag Race All Stars Season 8 at Bar Le Cocktail on Friday nights. Come early for a good seat and laugh along all season!

👑 Rosa Golde hosts weekly Drag Race All Stars Season 8 viewings with special guest hosts including Marilyn Manhole and August Wind every Friday at Champs Bar, starting at 98:00 PM. Find more information here.

👑 Every Tuesday, Canada’s Drag Race season 3 winner Gisèle Lullaby hosts Full Gisèle at Cabaret Mado. Tickets and schedule at Cabaret Mado’s website.

👑 Bar Le Cocktail’s regular weekly events include Butterfly de nuit with Miss Butterfly every Thursday, Vendredi Fou with Michel Dorion on Fridays, Drôles de Drags with a rotating cast of queens on Saturdays and Dimanche Show with Michel Dorion on Sundays. Check listings for specific details, and pick up tickets here.

👑 Every Monday at the Diving Bell Social Club, Bambi Dextrous hosts Trivia Night! Be sure to book your team table in advance.

👑 Every Thursday at Complexe Sky, check out the Jimmy Moore Drag Show at 10 PM, sure to feature eye-popping costume changes and dance moves that don’t quit. Free with club admission.

👑 Sunday nights brings the amazingly hilarious Tracy Trash’s Le Tracy Show to Cabaret Mado. Grab tickets here.

#montreal #queermtl #thingstodo #events #drag #parties #nightlife #community #activism #2slgbtq #lgbttravel #mtlmoments

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Savor Life (2,500~ Words)

Tried writing something for Feedist Kinktober that fit with the day one theme of gifts, so here is a story with my fursonas about one lucky girl having a fun birthday with one hell of a cinnamon bun and magic!

The jackalope smiles and looks at her vixen friend stumble into the forest cabin, holding a white box and smiling the whole way in her dress. "Rain, from me and all us, Happy Birthday!"

"Hehe! Thanks!" The box then gets set onto the wooden counter of the old-fashioned kitchen, being beside the decades old stove kept to look like new. "You all are being- way too nice almost! I know Taura and Icetra are gonna get some amazing gifts for me too."

"Well, of course they are! You deserve it!" Jova hugs Rain, the jackalope in gym ware and a t-shirt nearly hopping to how tightly she does so before then hearing her friend tease. "Also, you talked about a new girlfriend~?"

"O-oh! Yeah! She is going to giving me something too! Though you should probably go, give us time alone and all that!"

"Yeah, yeah! I get it!" Jova lets her go, her tail wagging. "Though once that is done, if it ever gets done, let us all give you the day of your life!"

Rain looks out the nearby window, seeing the vast forest she calls home under the newly rose sun and her friends setting up a table with colored boxes, finding it hard to not smile. "O-ok!" She blushes under her fur before they both then hear something, the loud bashing of drums then hitting their ears alongside the sounds of a grand carnival. Jova runs outside first before Rain follows, the two seeing their friends of a deer and hyena preparing for something, then looking up to the sky itself cracking before them.

"Girls, ready your magic!" Jova shouts.

"Ahead of you!" Taura, the hyena of the four, yells before her body flares up like a flaming fire, and Icetra, the deer beside her doing the same ice adorning her royal form.

"We don't know what this is, but we'll stand firm!"

Rain awkwardly only looks at the three others. "M-maybe don't shoot immediately!"

"Why no-" Jova is cut off by the sky opening to show a rip in time itself in the form of a portal, a bird flying down from it as her wings glow a stark blue and her eyes shine with the sounds of paradise's music behind herself. Sounds of carnival follow her magic before she speaks with a smile, her macaw beak opening to firstly laugh.

"It's time!"

"You!?" Jova growls. "You'd ruin a birthday!? That's low!"

"It is! Sooo, that is why I won't be doing just that alone! I'm ruin this birthday for you in the only way I know how to, and even worse-" The three tense and look at her flying above before the crack in the sky before she smiles gleefully. "I'm going to take my girlfriend to have a much better day on our own terms and upstage your gift as well!"

"Girlfriend!?", they yelp in unison.

Rain blushes. "Yeah, so- you know."

Jova looks slowly at her friend. "She is a villain! How- why-"

"Look, you fight a girl enough times and then they seem cute, but she also doesn't want to take over the world! She just wants to be better than you in particular, which I can- fix! I think!"

The macaw flies down, kissing Rain's cheek. "That's her cute way of saying I'm better and hot and sexy!"

"N-no! I like you on your own merits!" The jackalope pokes her beak. "You are wonderful when you aren't trying to do crime. You haven't done any more, right?"

"Nope." The macaw then throws a DVD case out of nowhere, it slamming into Jova's snout.

"Ow! What the fu-" She looks at the cover. "This- this my Big Time Rush Season One disc! I thought I lost it!"

"Nope! I just borrowed it after spying on you a few months ago, but anyway..." The macaw laughs.

"You! You little!" Icetra and Taura have to pull Jova away before she does something, Rain looking awkwardly at the both of them before giving her girlfriend a glare.

"Sorry. I know. Crime is bad."

"Exactly," the short jackalope pouts. "Though- happy to see you here." A feathery hand grabs her own of soft fur before the macaw leans down to kiss it.

"It's no problem. Now, let me give you your gift. I've made it to be perfect."

"Oh~!" The two don't even say another word for a minute or so, simply hugging before nuzzling against one another, Rain's short body needing her to be picked up off the ground for her girlfriend's beak to reach, before Jova slowly calms down in the background. She does so at least for Rain's sake, especially seeing her be so happy.

Once their nuzzling ends, Rain is still in the bird's arms as Jova asks. "So, what is your gift anyway?"

"Glad you asked! I took your idea and made it better. You, at least from my spying data, got a cinnamon cake."

Jova sighs. "Y-yeah, I did."

"But I, being as perfect as I am, knew to get her favorite food of cinnamon buns."

"That's it?"

"No, but perhaps seeing them is a better way of communicating what they are." The bird sets Rain down to let her stand onto the ground, with her tilting her floppy ears and blushing, her hands stimming at all this attention.

"You all- wow! I'm happy with two sweets any day! Thank you all so much!" Her nose then twitches. "O-oh?" Rain suddenly smells cinnamon and lots of it before the sky cracks again, a large white object flying down from it before slamming upon the grass of the forest to make a small shockwave of air. They all cough and try to see what it is before they feel steam and the heat with it, all of it leading to the sight of a house sided cinnamon bun, its edges dripping with globs of frosting. "MY LORD!?"

Jova blushes, as do the others, only the macaw standing there with a big smile on her face. "I know. I really outdid myself on this one. How did I do, Rain?"

*Grrroooannn...* They all hear Rain's stomach, her chubby belly shaking the earth itself as her magic comes off of her in the form of a yellow haze.

"R-rain?"

Jova then pulls her girlfriend away. "Hey! What is the meaning of thi-!?" Before she even noticed, Rain got into the position of a track runner with stars in her eyes, kicking jets of dirt and air up behind herself before ramming into the giant dessert like a meteorite to a planet. Her friends are only left to watch as Rain uses her small hands to rip bit of bit off the sweet outside as fast as she can, going through the softly rolled mounds of dough to then reach its center before lunging upwards to shoot out from under the sweetness. The jackalope comes out as a mess of frosting and lands on its ripped top, then jamming more into her small snout happily while drooling to each taste of the giant sugars falling down onto her.

"This is- mmmmph- amazing! Get the cake, Jova! Get the cake," she squeals. The vixen nods and runs off as Taura just goes with it, blasting plumes of magical fire at its bottom to keep the bun warm as Rain eats off of its top. Icetra follows, then trying to think of something herself to make this better. Though she comes up with something, jumping onto a tree before using her magic in the sky, forcing the clouds to begin snowing above the jackalope still ripping more and more frosting away. The macaw slowly steps back. "W-woah! This is beyond my ideas! I didn't think she'd like it *this* much!" Jova then gets behind her with a smile.

"Well, guess you can get know her better!"

The macaw gets the box of cake put into her arms her body glows pink. "Wait!"

"Too late for that, miss perfect!" The bird yelps as she gets thrown via telekinesis, shot alongside the box of cake and having it land softer than her beak does to the sweetened surface of its top.

"H-hate that vixen! Now Rain, are you ok?" She then gets hugged tightly, Rain laughing while swallowing some of the food.

"I'm better than ok! I'm doing amazing!" She gains tears in her eyes. "I can't believe you made this wonderful thing just for me! I mean- it tastes amazing, and now the others, they're helping too!" The jackalope gets shivers just saying it before nearly crying, only for her girlfriend's feathery hand to slowly pick her head up.

"R-rain."

She sniffles. "I know! I'm rambling!"

"Rain." She turns the rabbit's head to look at her. "You aren't doing anything wrong; I promise."

"..."

"It's easy to say you deserve this because you do, each and every second I'm with you. Even if you don't feel it or know it, I swear you do, and I swear you are more than enough to have a day to celebrate how amazing you are. Hell, you could have my whole year~!"

Rain laughs, tears going down onto the giant cinnamon bun. "You're just saying that!"

The macaw takes her head firmly and gets closer before their beak and snout meet, the two softly kissing and frosting getting onto the macaw in the process. "Does that count as just saying it too?"

Rain yanks her head forward again, kissing her and keeping it for linger than she intended to before panting while unintended eyes see a glimpse of it. "N-no, not at all." She then lets the moment sink in, trying to swallow the doubts. They aren't gone, perhaps never will be, but for right now, it is alright; she is alright. Rain lets go to lay onto the sweet cinnamon bun like a bed, looking at the bird. "Though could you show how much you like me a little bit more? This is your gift after all." Rain then blushes as she raises her white t-shirt, her belly easily flopping out from under it to show itself already gaining mass to the digesting clumps of deliciousness. "It's also going to take a while to finish this."

The bird's wing goes over her stomach. "And I'll be here for each second."

Rain smiles before her girlfriend gets a soft clump in her hand, then bringing it to Rain to let her open her maw and eat her gift one by one. Rain finds herself suddenly slowing down, chewing slower on the food to less so savor it and more so to savor the look she gets while doing so. Her hands twitch and stim, their fingers shaking above the steamy surface below her back, as she stops having to move fully. She just needs to eat and relax, such already being so easy to do once her swelling stomach is rubbed gently, its newly forming layers of fat being prodded and moved to the constant sounds of digestion.

*Glorp! Gurrrp! Guurrg-*

Rain pants. "My stomach- sorry for already filling it!"

"You say that, but it being full since I got here hasn't stopped you. Though in my eyes, the best girl in the world deserves all she wants anyway, and this is a gift! You wouldn't leave me with it, would you?"

"Hehe, I wouldn't! That'd be mean!" Rain sticks her tongue out and laughs as if it is untrue, yet opens her maw all the same, it drooling for more before quickly getting it with more sweet clumps and sweeter attention, the clothes she once worked out in being nothing to her want of pleasure. The small part of her head saying to stop her outweighed by the wanting, by the days’ worth of restraint and doubts. All this attention from her love to her friends, perhaps she does deserve it.

*R-riiiippp!*

Perhaps she does deserve each bite of this.

*Guuuuulp!*

Perhaps she does deserve to savor life a little.

Her clothes begin to tear as she rapidly gains weight all over, all the gym wear having their fabrics snap to her fat bulging out before flooding out onto the soft bed of dessert.

"*Urp!* E-excuse me, m-more please!" She feels the love of her life then get onto her stomach, it always vibrating with a groan or a wave from a rub, the soft fur only making the fat softer than it already is.

"More for our guest of honor it is!"

Rain can only smile at her girlfriend still having enthusiasm at this point, the two now in a crater of her own eating of the once cinnamon bun's top. Though the snowflakes Rain bites on for water to her needy mouth slowly stop coming. Same for the once arriving heat that made the bun seem like it was to be fresh forever. Though perhaps she only wants that from how her girlfriend feels her body, softly messing with the folds of fat that now trap warmth and make her body feel like a weighted blanket upon her.

*Gulppp!*

There comes more bites of cinnamon and sugar, the taste never losing its amazing flavor as her bites become something in the hundreds. Though the exact number is irrelevant. Rain only knows that the sun is moving and that time is passing, with her being fed gift after gift with the people she cares for caring for each new part if her beautiful, large body in return...

After hours, when the sun is shortly past mid-day, Rain yawns to slowly get up. "T-that was one hell of a p-party?" She looks beside herself to see a box full of cake. "Ohhh!" Her fatty arms grab it before shoving the small slices into her mouth, them being absolutely tiny to her body that now is the size of a house.

Her girlfriend watches with a smile and looks at Jova. "See! I told you she'd like your meal too!" The vixen sighs. "Now, I'll let you all do your thing and go."

"No, you can stay," Jova responds.

"I can?"

"Yeah, if Rain likes you so much. You also did help her out, so-"

"Do you mean that moment on the giant bun? It's nothing much!"

"No, it is much. I may have judged you too harshly, forgot you could change for the better and maybe aren't the worst person we have fought. Just- don't mess with my DVDs or do any magic crimes, and we can be cool, ok?"

"Are you admitting I'm better?"

"No, but I'm too tired to be mad at one of my best friend's girlfriend. If you wanna fight or say someone can beat someone, be my guest and call me."

"Wow... thank you." The macaw smiles. "I shall use this opportunity well!" She slowly begins to go back to Rain, whispering, "SpongeBob would beat Goku..."

"FOR THE SECOND TIME, HE WOULD NOT! THEY'D BE FRIENDS!"

The macaw flies to Rain. "How are you doing after all that food?"

"T-tired!" She giggles. "Though that extra cake helped!"

"It better have! I'm sure it was made with love!" The bird is then pulled to the ground as Rain gets up with her lover in hand, the jackalope now being above her in size as she stands with her magic helping with the new weight.

"You're made with love!"

"No, you're made with love," The macaw retorts before feeling the softness of her belly, it being like a plushy. "Lots of it too, and I wouldn't want it any other way...."

Credits: Pixcello (via Fur Affinity)

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j3rs3yg1rl · 1 year

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Super Mario Sex Ed Edition - Part 1

Who is up for reading some crack? https://archiveofourown.org/works/47880385/chapters/120712087 A crazy night on Discord led to Lakin5 & I creating a monster- I mean, masterpiece. Read at your own risk. Leave your sanity at the door.

One day, Luigi was summoned as a representative of SMB Plumbing to Sarasaland. By royal decree, he was tasked with laying pipes for Princess Daisy.

The desert was scorching hot as he helped to fix the pipes that led to irrigation systems that water the crops. Once the pipes were fully secured and the water flowed through the desert like a blooming oasis, Luigi stopped to look at the beautiful orange vixen in front of him.

“Mamma Mia, it sure is hot out here, but hard work has to be done!” Luigi commented as he wiped away his hard earned sweat.

Daisy looked at him with lidded eyes, “And how should I pay the green hero for his hard work?”

Luigi blushed, “Uh cash is good, but you always send it through CoinBuddy!”

Daisy smirked devilishly, “I’ve got a better idea, one that both of us can enjoy?”

“Like a date?” Luigi asked, confused.

“No, Sweetie, like what we did during Peach’s birthday party!” Daisy clarified.

Luigi was redder than his brother’s signature colors as he remembered the night where he and Daisy snuck to a guest room to have some “fun” during their friend’s bash.

“Oh, that, of course, I can provide an extra service for free. If the Princess is so willing to offer a generous payment in return!” Luigi smirked as he walked towards Daisy to offer her his hand, which she greedily took.

They made their way to Sarasaland grand palace as the pair eagerly wanted to make due on their offers. The couple mischievously giggled the entire way to the palace’s inner garden that was her chamber.

Daisy pulled Luigi down with great force as he got to work on laying his large pipe in her sprinkler system. His watery seed was tempered by a rubber tarp to prevent any accidental spillage in her fertile soil. Once her garden was thoroughly plowed and drenched in her pollen, Luigi made sure to dispose of his used tarp that contained his potent seed.

Both the plumber and the princess were satisfied by a job well done and their well deserved payment.

Mario was out getting the mail after drinking his morning coffee with his brother, Luigi, hoping he didn’t have to deal with another ransom note from Bowser or a plea for help from some far off kingdom.

When he opened the mailbox to skim the letters, most consisting of junk mail, he was surprised to find one sent by none other than Princess Daisy of Sarasaland. Must be for Luigi then. Curiously, he picked up the letter by his other hand and stored it into the back pocket of his overalls. He went inside of his and Luigi’s shared home to properly throw away the junk mail before heading to his room so he can read the offending letter.

It read:

“ To My Dearest and Bravest Hero, Luigi:

Yo, Weegee!

You are the sexiest creature I have ever laid my eyes on! My petals just quiver at your mere presence as you dutifully laid your pipe in my sopping wet garden. Your pipe is so big, it could hardly fit into my soil! I’ve so never been thoroughly fucked like that before. I hope you can 1-Up your game for the next level!

Sincerely,

Your Deflowered, Princess Daisy”

Mario might have just lost his breakfast then as he fully processed the contents of the letter.

“What the fuck, Daisy!” Mario yelled in shock. Why did the desert princess have to be so blunt about everything? Why can’t she write a letter like a normal person?

Luigi’s got some explaining to do, but first Mario needed to puke his guts out after reading that vile letter!

Once he was done, Mario entered the kitchen to see his brother making another cup of coffee as he made eye contact with him.

“You okay, bro, you look like you’ve seen a boo?” Luigi asked in concern.

“I am fine, but I am going to see Peach in the meantime. She, uh, has a job for me to do!” Mario replied as tried to think of a quick lie so Luigi wouldn’t suspect that he read the letter that was meant for his brother. Plus Mario did really want to see Princess Peach, she always knew what to do to make him feel better.

“Alright, just come back before dinner!” Luigi requested.

“Will do, bro! Will do!” Mario said before leaving for Princess Peach’s castle.

Princess Peach was dutifully standing tall among her council. Her sweet nature and sturdy presence always gave them a peace of mind. They just finished discussing plans on the latest efforts to reduce mold in the kingdom. Given this was a population of fungi, they had an exceptional problem with mold everywhere.

“If the council has nothing further, we may dismiss for the day.” Peach ended the meeting and disappeared to her chamber.

It was exhausting when you had mushrooms everywhere spicing up your life. Speaking of spicy, she swore, she could hear her Italian red pepper rambling in the corner.

“Mario? Is that you?” Peach inquired curiously, peeking inside her closet.

“It was awful, Peach… awful!!!” Mario shivered like a wounded warrior returning home from battle. He pulled a random blanket he found tighter around him.

“What could possibly have been so bad that’s got you so traumatized now?” Peach snickered at what seemed to be his overreaction.

It was then, a letter appeared in front of her face. “Oh… OH!!!”

Peach couldn’t help feeling a twinge of jealousy that her floral counterpart had such a dutiful gardener tending to her garden. She wished her arborist would pay more head and tend to her tree grove.

“This is why we respect people’s privacy. Now tell me you learned your lesson Mario?”

Mario huffed and grumbled. “Yes, Mom!”

Peach offered her hand to Mario. “Now c’mon… get out of the closet. I have enough skeletons in there.”

“What?” Mario cried out startled.

“Nothing.” Peach waved off her sort of semi-joke.

“Uh-huh…” Mario nodded cautiously at the strange implication and denial.

“Anyway, are you okay? Because I got a recipe that will perk you right up!” Peach said sweetly, hoping that Mario would get the implications of her words.

“I am always up for a slice of your yummy cakes!” Mario replied, totally missing what Peach was insinuating.

“No, what I meant is I want your Italian sausage in my sweet dough!” Peach tried again with far less subtlety than before.

“But won’t that taste horrible! I thought you knew how to bake well? Don't you like what you already whip up? Is this something you really wanna try?” Mario replied in absolute confusion.

“For the love of Miyamoto, Mario, I-I want to uh…” Peach trailed off on how to phrase what she wanted without actually saying what she wanted.

“You want to do what?” Mario asked, his confusion compounding.

“You and I could… Knead my dough?” Peach blushed in all our embarrassment.

“So making cakes?” Mario replied back innocently.

“Mario, you sweet summer child! No, I want you to, uh, how do I say this nicely?” Peach commented more to herself than Mario.

Peach smiled to herself as she found a solution to her problem. She pulled Mario into a tight hug before closing the gap between them with a sweet and sensual kiss.

Mario pulled her closer as their tight embrace grew hotter like a preheating oven. Peach ushered them to her bedroom as the billowing steam around them needed to be contained in a closed room.

Once they entered the bedroom, Mario got to work on kneading Peach’s dough as Peach was busy rolling Mario’s Italian sausage. Peach’s dough had fully risen as her sweet fruity juices were ready for Mario’s hot and spicy Italian sausage. Mario and Peach pounded each other enthusiastically before Mario filled up her seedy peach with his sweet Italian crème.

The plumber and the princess laid next to each other as they needed a well deserved rest after the long baking session they had partaken in.

Daisy made way to the Mario Brothers' house as she had her actual letter to Luigi to deliver to him personally. Stupid Mario and his nosey behavior. Why can’t he just mind his own damn business?

“Oh Sweetie!!!” Daisy’s knocking resounded, waiting for her skilled green handyman with the even greener thumb to answer.

Luigi was pleasantly surprised to see a blooming flower at his door. “Hey Daisy! This is a surprise! What's brings you here?”

Daisy’s sepals wrapped around her gardener with gleeful affection. “Oh you know… just to give you this.”

Luigi took the letter in his hands. It was folded just like a daisy and had cute orange lipstick marks all over. “Aww that’s so sweet of you! You didn’t have to come all this way though. You could’ve just mailed it.”

Daisy raised brow. “Yeah? Tell me Sweetie. Did you get the one I sent in the mail?”

“There was a first one? Luigi was confused.

“That tells me that salty little red tomato didn’t even bother to give it to you.” Daisy’s cheeks puffed out. If she had been a Piranha Plant, she’d have turned Mario into an Italian dinner. Except, he’d most likely give her indigestion. So out went that idea.

“Now that you mention it… Mario did seem rather… odd this morning.” Luigi thought back to this morning’s encounter.

“As opposed to any other morning?” Daisy countered.

“Touché.” Luigi conceded. “I can’t believe he’d stoop to reading my mail! First my journals. Now my mail!!!” Luigi’s was steaming. The pressure in his valves were about to burst.

“I’m surprised you didn’t notice sooner. But don’t sweat it Sweetie. Is the red menace here now?” Daisy peeked around, seeing if her and her green plumber were alone.

“N-No… Mario went to visit Peach.” Luigi eyed Daisy carefully. He wondered what his sneaky vixen was up to this time.

“Oh good.” Daisy eyed Luigi hungrily. Licking her lips, she pounced. “You look like you could use a bit of release. All that pressure is gonna make you pop.”

“Mamma Mia… you sure know how to help give a guy relief.” Luigi smirked, looking up at his fiery flower from where she pinned him.

“My busy little worker bee must be so hungry.” Daisy cooed seductively.

“I could sure use some pollen right now.” Luigi winked, loving every second of where this was going.

So Luigi went to work on extracting the slick nectar of Daisy’s sweet flower as Daisy worked to unclog Luigi’s bursting pipe as it spilled all over his bedding, making sure none of it touched Daisy’s delicate petals.

A few months had passed and Princess Peach of the Mushroom Kingdom was feeling rather not like her usual self. She felt sick to her stomach for more than a few weeks, and she felt more bloated than a balloon. Not to mention her menstrual cycle was off by a few weeks while her lower back felt stiff like a board.

Peach tried to convince herself that it wasn’t a problem and it wasn’t what she mostly knew that it meant. But all the signs pointed to the same conclusion, one that wasn’t just her fault but also Mario’s all well.

“Mario, I’m pregnant!” Peach told her red plumber, hoping he would take the news well.

“But how? Did you reproduce by yourself like the Toads do?” Mario asked as he couldn’t comprehend the magnitude of the situation he was in.

“What? No, Mario, you and I are both humans, humans need each other in order to produce a child!” Peach explained, as it is, an obvious fact, which by the look on Mario’s face was a fact that completely slipped his mind.

“But I didn’t put my filling inside your pastry!” Mario added, not knowing how this could have happened?

“Are you serious?" Peach deadpanned. "Well I am pregnant regardless, so it looks like I am going to be the mother and you are going to be the father of our future child!” Peach smiled despite the fact that she was scared for the future of her and her child, hoping that Mario would be there for her all throughout the pregnancy.

Suddenly Mario fainted as the news fully set in and as he crashed to the ground in an unceremoniously fashioned fashion. Mario had been knocked out as Peach had been knocked up!

“MARIO!”

#mario #luigi #mario and luigi #mario brothers #super mario brothers #super mario bros #mario bros #the super mario bros movie #ao3 fic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 works #the super mario brothers #princess peach #super mario #super luigi #princess daisy

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scribble-blog · 3 years

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@timdrakeistotallycrash coffee shop au my BELOVED!!! put this one in the heart locket gif. I’m just going to start only writing things where the superhero/vigilante/danger/etc stuff just doesn’t matter and the characters only do normal people filled drama series stuff it’s so much FUN!! This one is just about 700 words!

The birthday bash continues! Drop a line, a prompt, a pairing, anything, and get yourself a gift from me for my birthday!! (disclaimer it is no longer my real birthday)

*****

“You know,” Alex drawled, a distinct tone in their voice that Marinette groaned at. It’s the one that came with unnecessary romantic advice. “Quad shot with the eyebags only comes in during your shifts.”

“Now, would that be quad shot with the muffin order and bangs or quad shot with the dark hair?” Marinette asked, reaching under the espresso machine and trying not to squeak as she reached the liquid puddle underneath. Brandi on morning shift had said it was leaking, but Marinette was fairly certain someone had spilled something and was too chicken to own it. “Also, has it occurred to you that my schedule is a student schedule and therefore it would make sense that they are also simply a student somewhere.”

Alex grinned as she started up double shots, like Marinette had just lost by answering and giving in. “Dark hair quad shot, and, no. I’ve seen him come in and leave without ordering when you aren’t here.”

Marinette couldn’t help the blush. Okay, so she knew who he was- he came in almost every day and sat in a corner, usually with large piles of paper and a laptop, and the most noise he’d ever made was when he got calls from his siblings while he worked- she assumed they were his siblings. Friends. Something. “He hasn’t even talked to me. If he likes me, he doesn’t exactly advertise the fact.” Unless she was right about the random guy in her coffee shop being Red Robin, a theory she’d been working on since the first time she’d run into the vigilante on her way home from work. Once, he had pre-empted a group of muggers working in her neighborhood. Twice now, he’d saved her from people in back alleys she could have taken down if he hadn’t interrupted. And a few nights ago, she’d seen someone on the rooftops as she walked, though she’d felt certain it wasn’t a danger to her.

“So if I bought out an ad space on the building across the street you’d go out with me?”

Marinette whirled back around, splattering her and Alex and the countertop with cold, gross coffee from the rag. Standing at the counter was dark haired quad shot himself.

“Excuse me?” She managed to sputter out, and Alex took the opportunity to swipe the cleaning supplies out of her hand and push her back towards the till.

“If I put out an ad that said I liked you.” Quad shot grinned. “Would that convince you?”

“I’d rather die, thanks,” Marinette said back, torn between sarcasm panic and confusion.

“That’s about the ad, not the date!” Alex yelled helpfully, and Marinette shot them a glare before taking a breath and turning back, fighting a smile.

“Sorry,” Quad shot was back-pedaling. “I wouldn’t have asked at all usually, just because I didn’t want to bother you at work, but you were talking about me when I came in-”

Which she would yell at Alex about later. “No to the ad, yes to the date.” She wasn’t sure this was a good idea but her mouth ran faster than her mind most days.

His mouth shut with a click. “Oh. Well, when do you get off work?”

If he was Red Robin, he already knew that. “Seven tonight.” She grinned at him, noting that he didn’t seem surprised. “Marinette. Though you probably know that from my nametag.”

“Tim. Though you probably know that from my order.”

She’d get her answers, one way or another. Alex handed her the prepared drink, and Marinette pulled out a pen before handing it over to him.

“Text me where we’re going, and I’ll meet you there,” She said, finishing writing her name and adding a heart before scrawling her phone number.

“I’ll see you tonight then,” He gave her another wide smile, and her heart did not flutter. It didn’t. She also didn’t watch him as he left instead of setting up in his usual corner.

Alex waggled their eyebrows suggestively, and if Marinette still had the gross rag she would have flicked them with it. “Nope! Shut up, I don’t want to hear it!”

In retaliation, Alex flicked her with a thankfully clean dish cloth.

***** Taglist!

@ash-amg @athena452 @lady-bee-fechin @dramatic-squirrel @dreamykitty25 @iloveitwhen @pr-y-sha @novaloptr @redscarlet95 @vixen-uchiha

#maribat #maribat fic #timari #timari fic #coffee shop au #me dropping another oc I'll never see again: i just think they're neat :)#also ASKDJASLKD Marinette being like. I barely know this mans name but I AM sure he's a vigilante. and she's RIGHT.#she's in college and working at the coffee shop. Tim is ALSO in college technically and also working and ALSO vigilanteing get this boy a gf #Scribble-blog’s Birthday Bash!

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matchamorphosis · 4 years

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𝑆𝑈𝑀𝑀𝐸𝑅 𝐻𝐼𝐺𝐻𝑆

𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑖𝑓 𝑣𝑢𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛’𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠?

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 || a lovely picnic on the beach is where you two lovers find yourselves although the faults and cracks of your relationship start to come to shore.

𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 || avenger!bucky barnes × [black//woc]fem!reader

𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒 || fluffy angst

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 || 2.5K ➳ 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡 || @firefly-graphics

𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 || 18+ sfw content; anxiety episode, depression mention, emotional and mental vulnerability, crying, unworthiness for love, this is just very angsty but I promise it does get better, minor dni

𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑠 || electric love by børns . televised by hunny . ease by troy sivan, broods

𝑤. 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 || for @burninmatches 🎊🌺 happy very late birthday poppy bby! 🌺🎊 i do hope you enjoy this!

as the stressful elements of your work environment and his demanding job pull you apart throughout your relationship you two do not allow the tense faculties to disrupt your summer off.

the only summer vacation in years that you both have to yourselves.

so the blissful moments when the streams of dandelion yellow sun rays flowed through the cracks of your sheer curtains rested on your closed eyelids, you awoke blissfully.

body facing your lover fast asleep, naked bodies breathing in sync. legs twined together harmoniously, you feel the moments of happiness and peace rushing the blood through the crevices of your heart.

feeling alive and at ease in the best emotional way.

it is now that you spring up the mattress, you needed today to be magnificent— to be absolutely magical. to be memorizing yet most significant to you and Bucky and what was a more satisfying summer trip then the glorious sands and soothing turquoise waters of the beach.

waking up Bucky with your pillow hitting against his sleepy face, he awakes with a tired lazy grin. knowing he felt the vixen energy radiating your atoms the moment you raised from your spot on the bed and started to wonder when you would wake him.

so at that moment after the mini pillow war Bucky just had to start and finish you both raced to the kitchen and started your simple breakfast. by simple it had to be contrived of fluffy eggs, smoked bacon, warm toast, juicy fruit and delicious tea all while listening to the blasting rusting root coming from the mini stereo in the kitchen.

finishing the prepping and cooking, you both sat at the small kitchen table as you spoke about your beach plan as Bucky had his egg toast and you ate your fruit salad. biting bits of bacon and feeding each other, licking the buttery grease off your fingertips.

pouring your cups of herbal mint tea you both chat while Bucky read his paper and you writing in your journal. the sounds of the singing morning birds and the light classical music in the background serve well in filling the spaces of welcomed silenced.

breakfast, well mornings in general, are most significant to you and Bucky because it is where you both are in your truest soft forms.

at this time the rushing anxieties cannot keep up and the stressful expectations of reality don’t exist — because it is just you and him with your bed hair, wrinkled silk pajamas and blue porcelain cups of steaming tea.

as both of you spoke about your individual thoughts and expectations of today you both couldn’t help your eyes colliding to find each other every other minute. a smile gracing both faces and laughter reminisces with the shy and childlike nature you both hold.

both your comfortable positions find the natural comforting silence as you both finish your breakfast. underneath the table both your feet touch against each other, just finding comfort in the presence that it is just you and him.

after your simple morning meal and the cleaning up that took longer than you thought, only at the hands of Bucky blowing soap suds in your hair and you exchanging the childish act by spreading jam on his cheeks with the tips of your fingers.

the both of you rushed to the bathroom to get ready for the day ahead of you. fits of laughter and chatter bring peaceful chaos to the apartment as the two of you bath together.

afterwards you are in your pale yellow sundress smelling sweet of vanilla bean, lemon zest and the woodsy elements of Bucky’s cologne. your favorite dress of the summer in your opinion brought a strong contrast to your others that consisted of reds, pinks, blues and greens.

finally after settling on a dress, you beam at yourself in the mirror. placing your brown straw sunhat on your head, giving a quick twirl you were complete.

at the other side of the room Bucky smiles softly, you had his hair in a small bun yet the little strands of hair around his face slip out.

although you do not mind as you spring to your feet walking to his side by the doorway. pecking his mouth sweetly, Bucky can taste the watermelon gloss on your lips and it’s all a blissful dream as he feels your curves through your sundress.

a giggle escapes through the opening jaw of your white teeth and plump lips, you lightly smack his hand that’s gripping your hips you run to the kitchen. hurrying to prep all the necessities of your picnic to the beach, as well as trying to find the picnic basket which Bucky claimed was lost for good.

well, not nearly as lost as he put it if after a good five minutes of searching you found it deep in the shelves of your pantry closet. but in the rush of placing the watermelon slices and fruit cubes of cantaloupe, honey dew, orange slices in containers you were pacing to finish!

fresh rolls and baguettes of baked bread, finely sliced deli meats, creamy cheeses in brown paper bags as well as glass bottles of wine in the picnic basket. so so much to do and you nearly jump in surprise noticing what time it is!

the clocks hand rested at two and you both rushed helplessly to get what you both needed before walking out of the little cottage you two reserved for the summer to Bucky’s shiny white porsche. both laughing and hurrying as quickly as possible while stuffing your beach-things in the backseats.

“I hope you didn’t forget anything Bucky. it be such a waste of time to keep going back and forth,” you giggle smiling brightly up at him while he starts the engine, he returns the smile and laugh taking your hands in his.

“plum, with you here time can’t reach us,” a rising bashful smile blesses your face and with that he pulls the topless car to the highway like streets crowded by the green trees and clay cliffs.

the sun shining brighter and more yellow than before, the cotton clouds floating heavenly against the blue skies, a breeze flows against your face and you smile delightfully while the music from the radio makes you sing along.

stringing Bucky into your loud singing you both laugh when you forget the words and you both smile as you sing on and off key, the smell of the salty waves get closer you hold onto his hand tighter.

when you two get closer to the more secluded area of beach the excitement rises between the two of you and both of you have a right to feel overly excited, feeling free of job related restraints.

you two take your time getting your items from the cars trunk and backseat and walk hand in hand towards the lines of rippled blue water and shell scattered sand.

the beach, surprising wasn’t at all crowded as you thought, for only a few bodies (families, groups of friends and couples young and old) massing the sands you walk a decent space away from them placing your pale blue picnic blanket on the warm sand you settle the other things before situating yourselves on it.

digging into your personal bag you search for the sunscreen while Bucky worked the antennas of the mini radio, searching for a station to listen to as his eyes wash over the sparkling tide.

grabbing the little beige bottle you apply the honeycomb scented sunscreen on his face and forearms, with a tug to his mint green shirt sleeve and a unintentional pout he strips himself of the tee shirt.

smiling from that kind gesture you continue spreading the sun protection lotion on his shoulders, back, and chest while a focused compassionate expression clouds your face.

which could be mistaken with lust to any person as there is an Adonis in your presence and your head shifts to kiss his lips softly, tenderly slow as your hands hold onto his biceps as he returns the kiss back.

backing your lips quickly afterwards with a smirk, which Bucky just scoffs at you in playful rage “what do you get out of not returning my kisses, dolly?” a sense of mock hurt laced in his low voice makes you giggle.

you can’t help the wide smile that spreads “maybe… for a chance to kiss you again,” you say and Bucky can’t help but laugh along with your corny remark.

lying his back besides yours he faces you, the scent of the cool salty winds hit against both your hair. the sound of soaring birds in the skies, the radios chatter, and light washing waves against the sand is muffled within the background

the worlds universal elements and distractions may captivate your sensory devices but the present glow of love between you and Bucky, is much stronger than the universes hold on reality itself

“I love you y/n,” Bucky whispers, each breath in his voice airing in pure devotion and admiration.

but you can’t figure out how to handle that, because now the sun disappears in the cloudy blue palette. the land goes and fades into a foggy grey, and the feeling of warmth is replaced with a cold shiver.

those three remarkable words honeyed on his tongue and you wish to feel so assured- Bucky is so assured that he will forever love you.

you hate it, you hate that your heart clenches in denial, how you hate thinking you doesn’t mean it.

hate the idea that you will never truly feel loved.

eyes watering and throat gone dry, the hand that is in Bucky's hand begins to shake and you can’t look him in the eye

“what’s wrong plum?” Bucky whispers attentive, cupping your cheek your eyes leave the rushing water before aligning with his, internally wishing the tears that slip from your eyes were invisible.

you do not know what exactly is wrong with you, maybe it’s the high expectations that drag you through not fully enjoying experiences like these or maybe it’s the constant whispers in your head that make you think you don’t deserve to enjoy moments like these.

this mess of internal and external tells and instances may seem irrational to assemble or to lead to the core of the issue is impossible for people to understand, but not for Bucky.

with the knuckle of his fingers he wipes the tears that continue to fall, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck his lips brush against the shell of ear.

“y/n, I love you,” he whispers but it croaks, the little sobs you let out continue and they’re growing louder minute by minute.

getting up on his knees he glances down on you, your face hidden in the sad blue blanket; you continue to let out the small sobs and rigid whimpers.

it’s all too much, too much for your heart and mind to contain.

Bucky understands this— it’s heartbreaking but true that you both haven’t been true to yourselves and to each other when it comes to your emotional well being. the both of you figured that a healthy relationship can still persist despite the sorrow you both harness unhealthily.

the droplets of his own tears on your skin makes you look up to him, his expression equally as emotionally broken as yours, you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck.

you don’t want to weigh your personal issues on his shoulders but what is this relationship that doesn’t consist of sharing your thousand heartbreaks and exposing your deepest scarred atrocities.

so instead of pushing him away from you, from wiping your own tears and denying this barefaced episode you clench him against you tighter.

shaking hands holding to the back of his neck and your hand in his hair as you release your world shattering tears and ground breaking sobs, Bucky does his best not to worry you, whispering his sweet words that always brings you down from the storm swirling in your head.

he is your anchor, your lover, your flesh and bone that is forever tied to you in this earth and the whole beyond.

the embrace a strong life gripping hug until Bucky lifts you up and carries you in his strong arms bridal style, walking on the sands to carry you into the pacific blue.

he looks no where else but your red watery eyes, this significant impairment is far to much for the two of you, for how could your relationship seem so simply untainted in the most harmless form yet so hurtful to the inner demons that hide in the crevices of your heart chambers that feast upon your hesitation.

Bucky hates that his tears haven’t lessen, the moments he’s walking knee deep in the cold water the realization in the drastic flaws of your relationship become so bare to him.

what is love between you two if you pretend to be okay, to pretend the hurt you two faced that still plagues and haunts you both isn’t real?

how could the two of you outrun the emotional and mental sorrow when it’s making you run away from each other?

what exactly is love if vulnerability doesn’t present itself stripped within all sentimental moralities?

“do you love me Bucky?” you both can’t recognize the voice shattered and broken, the tears are clear that they have not ceased; Bucky's jaw clenches hard to keep from screaming at the top of lungs that he does.

he doesn’t scream it for the world to hear, he doesn’t control the way his lips shake as they struggle to voice his truth, he doesn’t let you wipe his tears that cling to his lashes.

he takes a few more steps into the cold blue till he’s waist deep and your legs are wet, he captivates your peach soft face within his coarse palms, he holds you closer against him till his face is in the crook of your neck again.

he shakes against your now calm stance, it scares you more than he will ever know, it hurts when your lover cries like you.

you hold him tighter, rubbing his back trying your best to soothe him as you feel his wobbling lips against your ear while more warm tears rain down against your shoulder and the waves crash against his stature.

“I do, I do love you y/n l/n,” his voice broken yet those words are enough for him to feel whole, he crashes his lips against yours and you welcome them.

this is happiness he could be apart of.

this is love he can’t deny, this is a heaven he can believe in.

the clouds above cry with you, thundering and raining their tears the sound of the crashing waves and heavy shower soak you both to the brink but your lips do not dare separate from each other.

the tears replaces with raindrops the strong hold you two have within each other is not, you two have loved each other so hesitantly, trying your hardest to hide your broken pieces as if they were faults.

the smile that blossoms from your once pouting lips is beautifully spectacular, the tears not present anymore as well as the sniveling yet it goes hand in hand with Bucky's trembling smile and cerulean glass eyes.

a smile doesn’t cross is face easily, he clenches you closer and there you two run through the deep depth of the ocean as the rain continues pounding, with your love fueling his need to take you away from both your conflicting fiends in imaginative and ordinary incarnations.

“I LOVE YOU Y/N L/N! I LOVE YOU!” his voice emphasizing raw devotion it only harmonizes with the crashing ocean waves against their bodies and the thundering dark clouds above that sing along.

laughter bubbles against you as the shivering cold water hits against you, your soaking yellow sundress clinging onto your goosebump skin, the predicament was nowhere near expected in your affirmations of today’s outline but that in itself only makes you laugh louder.

the grey clouds crowd the heavenly blue but who needs the sunshine when you shine bright — oh so brighter than sun itself.

the waves crash against your bodies, gripping Bucky's shoulders that shake with cold and roaring laughter the tears in both your eyes aren’t riddled with sadness anymore but with compassion and vulnerable kindness.

he loves you, with all his heart he does.

#bucky barnes × reader #Bucky Barnes #poppy's birthday writing challenge!#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #marvel imagine #bucky barnes angst

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ameliefms · 4 years

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𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 , 𝐪𝐭𝐬 🤠 ugh i’m so excited to join u all in this beautiful group ! i’m s / stephy and i’m bringing u a chaotic mess to the dash ( and i apologize in advance 🤕 ) , using the criminally beautiful madison beer ! i love to chat and am the queen of dramatique plots , so pls do not hesitate to add & message me on discord : simp 4 noah beck#6278 . even if you don’t i’ll still spam you in the tumblr dms once you hit the like :~)

new york’s very own amelie verona was spotted on broadway street , with a striking semblance to madison beer ! you may know them as @averona or hitting the front page of tmz as political heiress and it girl continues on the path of defying her prestigious family legacy and is caught skinny dipping at the governor’s mansion with a group of friends . according to tmz , you just had your twenty second birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being provocative , but also captivating . things that would paint a better picture of you would be sitting vip at the the most exclusive clubs in the city , delicate light-colored lingerie across a bedroom floor , sultry pink lip gloss on enticing lips . ( cisfemale + she/her )

QUICK STATS .

full name : amelie valentine verona . age : 22 . dob : valentines day , 98 . hometown : ues , manhattan , nyc . current residence : nyc . gender : cisfemale . sexuality : heteroflexible . occupation : model , social media influencer , singer . tropes : reveler , vixen , coquette , heiress , troublemaker .

personality summary .

i’m literally free balling here with the thoughts in my head so bare with me 💆‍♀️ okay , amelie ? lets do it . i would describe amelie as the fun , troublemaking care free girl that loves attention . she’s very confident and goes after what she wants , when she wants it . i see her as a serena vdw before she changed ( gossip girl ) , but also gives off major spoiled , ice princess energy and can be pretty manipulative . she is chaotic and known to get herself into trouble ... and others into trouble . we love a rule breaker . the looks come in handy as well and she definitely uses it to her advantage 🤢 the reason she craves this attention so much and it puts out this chaotic energy is bc she never got it at home wompwomp /: . typical spoiled rich girl with parents that just showered her in gifts to make up for being shitty . so she definitely has a more softer side that’s seen once she lets you in and truly see why she is the she is . hates the idea of people leaving her and honestly questions what true love is ):

the dreams begin .

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 : growing up in nyc and being around all the glitz and glamour of manhattan , amelie always craved to be something big one day and known for more than being an heiress to a popular political family . as the spoiled princess that she was , the verona’s wanted to ensure she got what she wanted . they started by using their connections and placed her in dancing and acting classes , as well as helping her with her already naturally good singing abilities . while the end goal was to become like her childhood idols ( britney spears , miley cyrus , and katy perry ) , she and her parents knew they’d most likely have to take multiple different avenues to get there .

abc’s the bachelor .

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐫 : amelie’s true rise to fame began when she was casted on abc’s the bachelor . she quickly became a fan favorite , known for her beauty , fun & care free attitude and being a troublemaker , which led to a lot of entertaining drama with the other cast mates . at the very end of the season , it was a shocker and disappointment for many that she wasn’t given the final rose . despite the disappointing ending , the journey with the tv show didn’t end there . everyone saw the tremendous fan base she had grown .

a social media star is born .

𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐲 : after the journey of the bachelor , amelie’s fan following grew significantly more and the media was always looking to see what she was currently doing and what was next in her life . becoming the new it girl wasn’t something she had expected to fall in her lap , but she happily took the title and all the attention that came her way . all the attention gave a more inside look into her life , which wasn’t an abnormal one for someone of her age and status : partying , antics , and chaos with other stars . the name amelie became a popular & controversial one , one people just couldn’t seem to get enough of . this era also introduced her into modeling .

the sports illustrated moment .

modeling career : finally taking a dab into serious modeling , amelie was invited to a be vs angel - but this wasn’t her defining moment . it was the moment she appeared on the cover of sports illustrated and everyone officially knew who she was . did she become the poster in every college frat guys room ? yes , but it also reached a new audience and made into her a symbol that would translate into the the next stage of her career .

music .

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐫 : with all the momentum and excitement surrounding amelie , it was time for her to take her career to another level . she signed to a record label knowing that they could really help her get to where she wanted . they knew what fans were looking for from her and what kind of artist she needed to be . considering her rise to fame surrounded reality tv , modeling , social media and love , they knew her music needed to be about her real life relationships and the way she expressed herself needed to be that of a fun , carefree , sexually liberated girl . a taylor swift meets bangerz miley cyrus . the music released needed to be upbeat , demanding , alluring , and confident - just like her , with lyrics that made you think who or what was in her life when writing it .

now , amelie is working on releasing her highly anticipated second album . in between the highly successful first years or her career she has featured on many songs , ventured into other business avenues , and toured around the world .

connections .

drama , angst , more drama :~) but seriously message me and if u read all that , you’re a rockstar .

#wealthy.intro #staying on brand and being l8 !!!#but i blame working all day :~)

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t-tomuras · 4 months

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I have so much fun in this little community and me and my scrungly little guys would love to share my day with you!

Short notice in typical Vixen fashion but please RSVP via askbox and let me know if you’d like to:

Attending with intention to drink or to have some casual calm fun

Who you’re bringing as a date and

What you’re bringing (optional)

I’ll let you know how your night at the birthday bash goes!

#vixens birthday bash #anyway hopefully I stay motivated

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guilianafms · 5 years

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new york’s very own guiliana rasananda was spotted on broadway street in gucci marmont logo - embellished leather sandals . your resemblance to lalisa manoban is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your twenty third birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being doctrinaire , but also pragmatic . i guess being an aquarius explains that . three things that would paint a better picture of you would be the lingering scent of her perfume after she’s long gone , a fenty beauty gloss bomb as her staple to any makeup look , and the glitter of diamond encrusted jewelry on tanned skin .

hello ladies , gents , and nonbinary pals ! my name’s jin and i’m super stoked to be here ! i’ve seen this group in the tags over the years , and i decided that it was high time for me to slide in ( and now that my school’s closed .... indefinitely .... i’ve got the time ) . giuliana is fairly new so i’m still working out some kinks that may arise , but i have a pretty good idea of the direction i want her to go in ! i can’t believe that this is my first time playing lalisa in a couple of years , but since the chance arose , i decided to take it . i won’t chat too much , and i need to make a new d.iscord since i forgot the password to my old one but if anyone wants to plot , feel free to slide into my dms ( or i’ll slide into yours ! )

basic information .

FULL NAME : guiliana kanya rasananda .

NICKNAME(S) : gigi , lia , liana , ana .

BIRTHDATE + AGE : february 12th + 23 .

ZODIAC : aquarius .

HOMETOWN : new york , ny .

GENDER : cis female .

NATIONALITY : thai - american .

ETHNICITY : thai .

HEIGHT : 5′6″ .

LABEL(S) : the amaranth , the vixen , the trust fund baby , and the princess .

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : biromantic .

SEXUAL ORIENTATION : bisexual .

LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN : english , thai , japanese , and learning spanish .

OCCUPATION : socialite , ‘ model ’ , and youtuber / social media influencer .

POSITIVES : clear - headed , assiduous , self - reliant , pragmatic , and cosmopolitan .

NEGATIVES : disputatious , exigent , doctrinaire , selfish , and unscrupulous .

PLAYLIST : roxanne / arizona zervas , bad guy / billie eilish , body / loud luxury ft. brando , nasa / ariana grande , mother’s daughter / miley cyrus , sway with me / saweetie w. galxara , say so / doja cat , mad at me. / kiana ledé , apeshit / the carters , elastic / joey purp , watermelon sugar / harry styles , ain’t my fault / zara larsson , lemon / n.e.r.d. ft. rihanna / nice for what / drake , sugar / brockhampton , icon / jaden smith , zimzalabim / red velvet , come thru / joji , in my head / ariana grande , broke bitch / tiny meat gang , honey / lay , deserve / kris wu ft. travis scott .

biography .

let’s see if we can keep this short , am i right ladies ?

ratana saelim has humble beginnings in bangkok . her parents owned a small restaurant in their neighborhood , and they lived comfortably , but ratana still had to work hard to ensure that she got into college and could stay in college . she often did her homework behind the counter of the restaurant , and eventually went on to attend bangkok university .

she met her future husband at bangkok university , a fellow student named kamnan rasananda . he was studying business while she was studying law . in contrast to ratana , kamnan grew up in an extremely affluent home and was set to inherit his family’s company . he was a year older than ratana , and the two got married after her graduation with her master’s degree . they settled in bangkok following their wedding .

the years passed , and the couple established themselves in their respective fields . kamnan started his own business in real estate and construction , so they decided to expand out of asia and into the states . they made their home new york city , and settled easily into a multi - million dollar penthouse on the upper east side . since they were to focused on their careers , it wasn’t until they reached their mid - thirties when they had their first and only child , a daughter they named guiliana .

guiliana was a beautiful little baby who has an infectious personality while growing up . ratana and kamnan may have been busy people , but they never had an issue with putting work on pause to spend time with their daughter . the couple supported their daughter in everything that she did , and that even included when she turned fourteen and decided that she wanted to start doing youtube videos .

going through high school , guiliana had been a member of the photography and yearbook clubs , and this was at the same time that she started to truly focus on her channel . of course , her content at the time was quite cringy ( shoutout to that one song that everyone used in morning routines ) . as the years passed , she obtained the right equipment to make her content better .

by her senior year of high school , her channel grew to massive numbers . she dropped the makeup videos since she found that she was more interested in fashion than makeup , and was comfortable with sharing her personal style . she got a lot of backlash because she grew up rich and people often felt that she was ‘ flaunting ’ her lifestyle , but really , most of her clothes from the places that were often the rage at the time ( urban outfitters , brandy , etc ) with the occasional luxury piece like a purse or something .

now , she isn’t that active on youtube anymore since she’s grown into more of a socialite , but she’ll still do weekly vlogs , catching up videos , and her fashion videos . despite not being that active , her channel is still growing and has now amassed five million subscribers .

personality .

guiliana has been a part of youtube since she was a fourteen year old , so she’s been able to start ignoring the haters ! quite honestly has the most idgaf attitude towards people who have anything to say about her only showing luxury outfits and such on her channel . that’s all she knows since she grew up in that , but quite frankly she doesn’t care !

out of all of her labels , i’d say she mostly resonates with the trust fund baby . outside of her youtube channel , guiliana doesn’t do much other than spend money and sleep until eleven so don’t expect her to be out there making businesswoman moves .

don’t give her a compliment because what’s the saying ... give her an inch and she’ll take a mile ? that’s guiliana to a T ! she knows that she’s cute and her parents have only ever praised her , so she’s got something of an over inflated ego at times . she can go on and on , so please tell her ass to shut up if she starts taking it too far !

headcanons .

a born and bred new yorker , guiliana doesn’t possess a driver’s license . she gets driven around in a bentley bentayga and when her driver’s not available , she exclusively uses uber black to get around the city .

her style is pretty similar to lisa’s where one day she’s exclusively wearing streetwear , another day she’s a bit more feminine , and then sometimes she’s wearing pieces straight off the runway ! when it comes to her more feminine style i think of the youtuber kerina wang .

she’s most comfortable when she’s in her apartment . usually , she’s only wearing a lingerie set ( not the entire thing ) and lounging around . she’ll throw on a robe or something to answer the door , so just call her ahead of time .

i can’t make up my mind on how guiliana usually has her hair ( since lisa switches between long and short ) so we’ll just say that she gets extensions a lot ! currently , i love her long brown hair so click for reference here .

she has no real plans for the future ? she’s kinda of taking it day by day and enjoying her twenties while she has them . right now her main focus is her instagram and her youtube , and she has no real aspirations to do anything outside of that at the moment .

never leaves the house without wearing a pair of heels ? even when it’s cold outside , she’s wearing ankle boots with a heel or the ever elegant over - the - knee boots .

her go - to drink from starbucks is a cold brew with vanilla sweet cream . she doesn’t drink coffee with sugar .

wanted connections .

i’ll more than likely end up reblogging things into the tag i made for these , but since there’s nothing there right now , i’ll just list off some specifics that i’d love to have ! if none of these are to your taste , we could always brainstorm , work off chemistry , or let me know if there’s something that you think guiliana could fill !

i might end up sending this in to the main , but i’d love to have the fiancé that she left at the altar ! truth be told , i kind of feel as though she may have done it simply because she finally realized that things were moving too fast and she kinda of needed to pump the breaks ? she definitely didn’t do it in the best way , but it could be an interesting relationship / dynamic to explore .

she’s been in new york since forever so i just imagine there being a slew of connections stemming from that ? friendships , rivalries , and romantic connections ! idk why i love them so much , but i’d really love for her to have an ex best friend . we can determine why their friendship ended , but i really love exploring the demise of relationships .

my brain is blanking so 🤠 .

#wealthyhq:intro #shout out to the tnu / swt albums #really got me through this FNJSDBFHDS

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nsfwviolets · 5 years

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hello everyone !! my name is ally & i hail from the est timezone. i really should be studying for my exam tomorrow or at least trying to get some rest but here i am !! i don’t think anything has really changed about vi but everything you need to know about her is under the cut !! & like always, please like this post so i could bother you for plots !!

❛ new york’s very own violet lennox was spotted on broadway street in jimmy choo thigh high boots. your resemblance to taylor hill is unreal. according to tmz, you just had your twenty-third birthday bash. while living in new york, you’ve been labeled as being avaricious, but also enticing. i guess being a gemini explains that. three things that would paint a better picture of you would be elongated limbs tangled in pink silk sheets, the lingering smell of yves saint laurent mon paris, & oversized faux fur coats draping sun kissed shoulders ( cisfemale & she/her ) + ( ally, 21, she/her, est )

basics ;;

full name: violet ( soft & sweet ) faith ( unquestioning belief and complete trust in god ) lennox ( northern irish / scottish last name ).

nicknames: vi, v.

age: twenty-three.

birthday: 18 june 1996.

zodiac: gemini.

gender: cisfemale.

pronouns: she / her / hers.

sexual orientation: bisexual.

nationality: american.

hometown: aspen, colorado.

parents: diane galindo ( brooke shields ) & richard lennox ( rob lowe ).

siblings: older sister.

pet(s): one year old miniature labradoodle named tate.

religion: roman catholic.

height: 5′10.

occupation: victoria’s secret angel / instagram model / socialite.

positive traits: honest, loyal, passionate, responsible, authentic, affectionate, reliable, kindhearted, & courageous.

negative traits: loud, manipulative, stubborn, materialistic, selfish, abrasive, hypocritical, insecure, & dramatic.

hobbies: shopping, audrey hepburn movie marathons, traveling, being the center of attention, photography, spontaneous dance parties, working out, massages, doodling, pilates, online shopping, & journaling.

habits: interrupting someone mid sentence, excessive hair tucking, shoulder rolling, lip biting, & impatiently tapping her heels or acrylic nails when she is at a loss for words & or annoyed.

labels: the vixen & the babydoll.

aesthetics: silk dresses, lip gloss, the deafening sound of designer heels making contact with marble floors, lipstick stained coffee mugs, matte nail polish, glitter, diamonds, snow days, satin sheets, impulsive shopping sprees, romantic comedy binge watches, ocean waves, lolita, bright lights, day drinking, champagne for breakfast, iced matcha, lingerie as outerwear, yves saint laurent mon paris perfume sprayed on the nape of her neck & her decolletage, lavender oil, acrylic nails, snow blanketing trees, hardwood mahogany floors, hgtv reruns, vintage chanel, pretty in pink, rose gold accents, bubble baths after a long day, half naked pictures, & rose water.

style inspo: taylor hill, kylie jenner, candice swanepoel, josephine skriver, kendall jenner, blair waldorf, & cher horowitz. here are just a few examples of her wardrobe !! ( x x x x x ) muse inspo: brooke davis ( one tree hill ), cher horowitz ( clueless ), blair waldorf ( gossip girl ), gabrielle solis ( desperate housewives ), lydia martin ( teen wolf ), fallon carrington ( dynasty ), sadie saxton ( awkward ), lauren cooper ( faking it ), mini mcguinness ( skins ), holly golightly ( breakfast at tiffany’s ), maddy perez ( euphoria ), brooke maddox ( scream ), samantha jones ( sex & the city ), tahani al jamil ( the good place ), jackie burkhart ( that ‘70s show ), naomi clark ( 90210 ), cece parekh ( new girl ), cassie howard ( euphoria ), madison montgomery ( american horror story ), jenna maroney ( 30 rock ), kelly kapoor ( the office ), elle woods ( legally blonde ), rachel green ( friends ), paris hilton, & mona-lisa saperstein ( parks & recreation ).

background ;;

violet faith lennox is diane galindo’s & richard lennox’s youngest child. born three weeks early on 18 june 1996 at aspen valley hospital in aspen, colorado. the very moment they held their daughter ( who they lovingly referred to as a ‘ blessing ‘ ) in their open arms, they knew that their family was finally complete.

her mother ( diane ) is her parents’ pride & joy. as the eldest daughter of wealthy wall street executives, she has done nothing but make her family proud her entire life. growing up, her dream in life was to help her father’s business but her career quickly changed course when she decided to pursue a career in medicine. the new york native eventually ended up going to harvard medical school in boston, massachusetts where she would end up meeting her future husband. to this day, dr. galindo is one of the most recognizable names in medicine & is world renowned for her work as a reproductive endocrinologist ( fertility specialist ).

her father on the other hand ( richard ) was born to an influential family in los angeles, california. from an early age, he was exposed to the spotlight due to the fact that his own father was governor of california & hoped to become president one day. however, things seemed to go off course the day the former governor was caught in his own cheating scandal all while being married to a former pageant queen. scandal erupted when the politician not only cheated on his stunning wife with a young secretary but when his mistress announced to the world that she was pregnant. the entire news circuit covered this affair for months & the governor resigned from his position when news broke that he urged his mistress to get an abortion.

following the scandal, the family fell out of the public spotlight. they spent years trying to repaint their public image after it was tarnished for nothing but selfish desire. approximately ten years later, the family made news again but this time about their newly found faith in god joining the long list of religious right wing politicians. richard’s father felt as if the only way to redeem himself was to devote himself to god. after years of distancing themselves from the catholic church, the family dove right back in which became the start of their fundamental catholic values that ruled every aspect of their lives.

as the only son in the family, richard’s parents had high expectations for him. however, he seemed to have different plans for himself that didn’t involve making his family proud or practicing what they preached. as an undergraduate student at yale, his interests were far & few between. his days only seemed to consist of sleeping with random women & binge drinking to his heart’s content. he knew that he didn’t have to be an astounding student because he had a giant trust fund waiting for him at home. but after a drunk driving accident that resulted in a 40 year old woman’s hospitalization & his own arrest, richard knew he had to clean up his act.

he eventually followed his family’s lead & became an ultra religious catholic. he even managed to boost up his grades & get an academic scholarship to harvard law school where he met diane. diane didn’t come from a strong religious background. in fact, she liked to tell people that she only believed in science & didn’t have faith or trust in a superior figure. but when she met a young richard lennox, her entire world was turned upside down. she let him into her life, converted to catholicism, & the two got married after three years of dating. flash forward to 1992. the married couple is moving to aspen, colorado for diane’s new job at an upscale hospital. they even received a generous check from richard’s parents to buy a mansion in the mountains !!

life for the couple in colorado was serene. they eventually welcomed their first child into the world ( a daughter ) & a few months later, their families moved to help them raise their children. both diane & richard always wanted a big family due to their catholic faith. they both agreed they would stop after 6 kids, however, their minds were quickly changed when she became pregnant with violet.

her pregnancy was extremely difficult to say the least. between being on bed rest for months & frequent hospitalizations, she didn’t know if she could do this again. on top of her own health issues, she also had problems with her unborn child. there was even a night where they thought they would lose violet after diane experienced unexplainable bleeding & her fellow colleagues at the hospital couldn’t detect a heartbeat.

luckily, they were able to find a heartbeat after 6 minutes of deafening silence & hushed prayers for a miracle. after that night, they knew that their daughter was a blessing which is why they agreed to give her the middle name faith which symbolizes their unrequited devotion to god.

eventually, violet was born !! she was born three weeks early & spent a week in the icu but overall she was healthy. she was a bit underweight but she was miraculously healthy. but after everything the family had been through, they decided that violet would be their last child.

as a child, violet did every thing her parents had asked of her. their faith played a large role in her upbringing which is why she spent every sunday inside of church.

by the time she was 8 years old, her family decided to move to new york city due to the fact that her mom received a prestigious job on the upper east side. at the age of 8, violet was already a competitive gymnast who’s likes included spending time with her family, competing, & going to school. even then she knew she could do everything she loved in another state which is why she didn’t put up much of a fight when she was told that they would be moving across the country.

moving from snowy open colorado to the upper east side of manhattan was definitely a culture shock for violet even at an early age. nonetheless, she eventually got used to new york city life & to this day she doesn’t think she would survive a week in colorado.

even after she moved to a new part of the country, violet remained devoted to gymnastics & her family. she had dreams of one day going to the olympics for gymnastics & everyone who knew her saw her potential. she even competed in world events & became a household name !! although, her parents often emphasized that school & religion come first which is why they made her & her sister attend a private catholic school all the way through high school.

in high school, she was a classic goody two shoes church girl. she was a strong student who received perfect grades in order to please her parents. for the longest time, she didn’t have time for anything other than school & sports but that changed by the time she was 16.

despite attending an all girls school, violet met her first boyfriend through one of her mutual friends. & like all stereotypical teen romances, it was love at first site. she was so infatuated with him that she was willing to put everything in her life on the back burner in order to focus on him.

& by the time she was 18, she received numerous academic & sports scholarships to prestigious colleges. however, violet decided to take a gap year in order to spend more time with her boyfriend of two years. she knew that she would eventually go to college but she wanted to make some time for herself first. her parents weren’t exactly happy about her decision due to the fact that she has big shoes to fill but they eventually came around the idea & were even happy for their daughter & her wholesome catholic boyfriend.

during her gap year, they spent an entire year traveling the world. they went to bali, greece, peru, brazil, iceland, dubai, thailand, argentina, & morocco. throughout the course of the year, violet documented her travel on her instagram & other social media platforms which is when she started gaining a lot of followers who wanted to watch her travel the world with the love of her life. before her influx of instagram followers, not a lot of people outside the world of gymnastics knew who she was. people of course knew who her parents were ( a famous doctor & lawyer ) but the world did not really know who exactly violet lennox was.

by the end of her gap year violet already had over 1 million followers on instagram !! & she was already getting paid doing what she loves which is travel the world. & since all of this happened during her year off, violet ended up telling her parents that she didn’t want to go to college which damaged their relationship as a result.

since her parents were so unsupportive of her decision to not go to college & ultimately quit gymnastics, violet ended up moving out of her house & moved in with her boyfriend at only the age of 19. & because her parents were completely unsupportive of her decision not to attend college, they cut her off financially & she was forced to make a living for herself. by this point, her career as a social media influencer was booming so she was already making a lot of money just through promoting detox teas, teeth whitening kits, etc.

it may seem as if life for violet was perfect by this point despite her falling out with her parents. however, that was not the case. even though she fooled the entire world by thinking that she had a perfect relationship, her boyfriend was incredibly abusive towards her & had been ever since the two started dating. although he was never physically abusive, he was mentally, emotionally, & verbally abusive. for years violet made excuses for him & blamed herself for their problems which only made her feel more miserable than she already was. this was her first real relationship & she genuinely thought that they were destined to be together even though she was severely unhappy.

he would constantly cheat, manipulate her, make fun of her appearance & insecurities, & wouldn’t let her do anything without his permission. the two were together for three years & there even was a time where violet became pregnant but quickly had an abortion without him knowing as soon as she found out. just three months after living together, she finally found the courage to break up with him. although it wasn’t easy at first, she’s thankful that she finally got out of a dangerous relationship. she also understands the dangers of social media better than anyone else because she fooled the world into thinking that she was in a happy loving relationship when that was far from the truth.

when violet told the world about their breakup ( most likely in an instagram live or an instagram story ) she ended up losing millions of followers. the majority of her followers only followed her to watch her travel the world with her boyfriend so once they found out that they were no longer together ; they didn’t see the point in following her anymore.

for an entire year following her breakup, violet began to spiral out of control. she started using drugs, alcohol, & partying as coping mechanisms in order to help her move on & forget about everything she had endured. that of course didn’t work but that didn’t stop her from partying every single night of the week & ending up in a stranger’s bed. eventually, she even leaked her own sex tape & naked pictures to the press in hopes that the press coverage would help make up for the millions of followers she lost on instagram.

& as she expected, the world would not stop talking about her sex tape for months. she gained the most followers she has ever done & eventually she got real modeling jobs as a result of her popularity. she hasn’t exactly told the world that she was the one who leaked the 20 minute video but everyone in their immediate circle knows she did it & also knows that she has other videos lying around for ‘ emergency ’ situations.

however, her parents cut off all contact with her following her scandal & it is still something that cuts deep two years later. she tells herself & everyone around her that she doesn’t need a family but everyone knows that’s a lie. it’s just a lie she keeps on telling herself to feel better about herself.

violet managed to clean up her act & went from being a social media influencer to an actual model. many people don’t respect her name due to her troubling past with her sex tape & being an instagram model but that doesn’t seem to stop her. she has been featured in the love advent calendar, the victoria’s secret fashion show, & many fashion weeks since then.

she became the youngest victoria’s secret angel at the age of 20 !!

she is also the youngest global ambassador for lancôme & ralph lauren !!

although she has become more of an actual model rather an instagram model, she still stays loyal to her social media platforms which is why she has over 100 million followers.

she lives a happy life after being so unhappy for so long but she still seeks her parents approval even though they have no contact with her.

personality ;;

for someone who is incredibly smart, she pretends to be dumb sometimes. she doesn’t think that guys like smart girls so she dumbs herself down. but she could also be a ditz at times ( unintentionally ).

she likes to think of herself as approachable but she also knows that she can be intimidating. nonetheless, she tries to be nice to everyone who comes her way unless they say the wrong thing to her & then she switches on her mean girl switch that comes far too easy for her.

even though violet is a lot to deal with, she is a nice person !! although she does have a flair for the dramatics & denies being dramatic all the time. she also likes to think of herself as a ‘ good girl ’ even though she is far from one. she loves sex & isn’t afraid to shy away from that but she still tells people that she’s good or an angel because it makes herself feel better about herself.

she also goes to confession 1-2 times a week to pray for her sins in order to get into heaven. she thinks with the amount of adultery she commits on a daily basis she needs to pray for her sins otherwise she won’t go to heaven & she thinks she looks way better in white than in red.

if you do her wrong, she will go out of her way to make your life a living hell. she is incredibly protective over the people in her life so she will do just about anything for them including berating people. revenge might as well be her last name !!

she may be loud and unnecessary at times but she is kind hearted and does mean well. even if she does have a bad way of showing it at times.

miscellaneous ;;

since she comes from a strict traditional upbringing, she was taught that being anything other than straight is wrong. so when violet first started experimenting with girls & even developed feelings for one, she told herself that she was going to hell. this is one of the reasons why she has not come out of the closet or has even come to terms with her sexuality. she denies all past same sex encounters & relationships which isn’t healthy. but since her parents disowned her following her sex tape, she knows that they would hate her more than they already do. if they ever found out that their daughter was anything but straight they would lose their minds & she’s still hoping that one day they could repair their relationship. apparently being bisexual is worse than having a sex tape !!

when she was a competitive gymnast for the united states national team, she was often put on strict diets in order to keep up. as a result of the strict dieting & unrealistic body images, violet developed bulimia as early as 12 years old. so when she quit gymnastics after deciding not to attend college, she was happy. she loved the sport but hated the pressure. even to this day, the sport isn’t actually sure what happened to her because she was an olympic hopeful. they all thought that she could have been the next gold medalist but she values her own mental health & sanity over a couple of medals. & even though she sought help for her eating disorder that reared ugly heads at times, she did slip up a lot while she was with her boyfriend who would make fun of her appearance. even now she isn’t 100% but she is better than she has ever been.

is extremely flirty & alluring.

violet also believes that the world revolves around her. many people may find her confidence to be annoying or superficial but she takes pride in it because it took her so long to learn how to love herself after being with her first boyfriend.

speaking of relationships, she’s terrible at them. she often runs away when things become too serious, manipulates the people she’s with, or breaks up with them for no reason. her logic is that she wants to hurt someone before they have the chance to hurt her. she still has yet to understand that the rest of the world isn’t like her ex but her past still haunts her every time she catches feelings.

she likes to tell people that monogamy isn’t the life for her which is why she prefers casual sex. she is also a proud sugar baby & has many sugar daddies !! most of them are old & married but she is a sucker for anyone who buys her nice things.

also has an instagram account for her dog !!

her most used emojis in her phone are the halo, the suggestive face, & the pink glitter heart.

she’s a gemini which means that she is expressive, quick-witted, sociable, and affectionate.

her favorite tv show is gossip girl.

her favorite movie is the notebook.

has a passion for photography but hasn’t explored it seriously. she understands that she makes a living off of being another pretty face but she also wants to explore other aspects of her career like photography & maybe even acting.

she often considers going to college or even going back to gymnastics a lot but she not made up her mind yet. she is happy right now as a model but she does miss aspects of her old life.as an instagram model, she is like kendall jenner or gigi hadid. in other words, she has a large following & people book her for photo shoots & fashion shows in order to boost their own notoriety because it looks better on their part. her walk is average at best but she does have a beautiful face. people hate instagram models working in the real modeling business as it is so they despise an instagram model with a sex tape !!

she lives in a townhouse in chelsea that has been featured in architectural digest twice. her home is filled with hardwood floors, marble, gold accents, & constantly smells like lavender.

the last concert she went to was lana del rey.

the last song she listened to was everybody loves you by charlotte lawrence.

the last show she binge watched was you.

the last movie that made her cry was tangled.

loves wellness shots after dogpound workouts.

gets daily massages by her french masseuse.

all & all, she is a mess but she loves the people in her life !!

here’s her pinterest board if you want to take a look !! i also have a wc page here that will most likely be updated over the weekend. & my discord is علياء#4067

#wealthyhq:intro #emotional abuse tw #eating disoder tw #abortion tw #hi #i def missed a lot #but kjhalsdf #love me anyway

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sophia2019 · 4 years

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Akuapem Poloo finally arrested

Akuapem Poloo arrested information that has reached us at BIGxGh indicates that the Criminal Investigations Department (CID) has arrested Akuapem Poloo after failing to honour their invite at their headquarters on several occasions. Akuapem Poloo born Rosemond Alade Brown was arrested by the police over her nude photo scandal. Information from our sources states she has been sent to the headquarters of the Domestic Violence and Victim Support Unit (DOVVSU) around the Ministries in Accra. READ ALSO: 6 Accra Girls SHS students test positive for coronavirus Casting minds back, the popular actress and Instagram video vixen caused a serious social media uproar after she posted a nude photo of herself and son on social media in celebration of the latter’s birthday. The picture went viral shortly after it surfaced on the internet. A number of child rights agencies together with the Ghana Police CID department wadded into the issue as they were/are ready to take her on for her actions on the internet. CHECK: Joe Mettle - Yesu Mo As a result of several pressures from the security agencies and bashing on social media, she came out to finally apologize to Ghanaians and promised not to ever do that again. #AkuapemPoloo Read the full article

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tailsbeth-writes · 7 years

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A Hairy Halloween (Bughead Request)

Request: ‘I’d love a story where it’s Halloween and Betty and Jughead wear some hilarious couples costume that no one expected!’ - @confessions33

I really liked this idea, I hope you like it!

Characters: Betty x Jughead, Veronica x Archie, Kevin

Warnings: Kissing.

Word Count: 1558

Masterlist Read on Ao3

Despite her innocent surface, Betty Cooper was the queen of Halloween. She loved everything about it; the candy, scary movies and most of all the costumes. It was her opportunity to get crafty, every year she took on a new challenge. This year’s challenge; getting her boyfriend Jughead Jones into a costume.

It was a week before Halloween and the gang were at Pop’s discussing costumes. Queen of parties Cheryl was holding her annual Halloween bash and thanks to the girls’ river vixen status, the gang had an invite.

‘I can’t decide if I want to go scary or sexy this year.’ Veronica announced, the gang chuckled a little.

‘Well I vote sexy.’ Archie replied squeezing Veronica’s shoulder, she turned to him and gave him a little peck.

‘Sexy it is then.’ Kevin rolled his eyes at the couple, he wished he still had someone to try and impress.

‘So what are you dressing up as Betty? I expect big things as always.’ Kevin asked. Betty winked at him.

‘It’s top secret.’ Kevin was very intrigued.

‘Big things?’ Veronica enquired, this was the first time she had celebrated Halloween in Riverdale.

‘Oh yeah, when it comes to costumes, Betty rules.’ Archie told her, Betty helped him pretty much every Halloween since they were kids.

‘Is Jughead going to dress up? He doesn’t seem like the type.’ Veronica asked. Betty bit her lip, she hadn’t even discussed Halloween with Jughead yet. With him transferring to Southside High, they spent a lot less time together.

‘I’m not sure. We’ve barely even talked about Halloween. We’re seeing each other tomorrow so I’ll bring it up then. I was actually thinking we could do a couples costume.’ She blushed a little.

‘That would be the cutest!’ Kevin squealed. Archie glazed his eyes over. He knew this wouldn’t go down well with Jughead.

‘Good luck with that Betty.’ He said bluntly. Veronica elbowed him in the side, he winced and caught a cross look from his girlfriend. Betty frowned, concerned that Archie might be right.

‘I’m afraid Archie has a point. It’s a struggle just getting Jughead to go to a party, never mind a costume party. We’ll just have to wait and see.’

The next night Betty sat sewing on her bed. Her concentration was at its peak, focusing on every stitch. She hated the ‘perfect’ reputation she had but when it came to her costumes, she didn’t mind it so much. Betty smiled at the thought of this year’s character, it was one from her childhood she’d dreamed of making one day. She was knocked out of her daydreams by a sound at the window. That would be Jughead, she thought. Betty quickly hid away her fabrics and opened the window to let him in. He greeted her with a passionate kiss, cupping her face.

‘I missed you.’ He said, grinning at her.

‘I missed you too.’ She leaned in and kissed him again. They’d never been the most touchy-feely couple but nowadays they enjoyed every moment they had together. Betty put some music on and they sat down on her bed. She curled up in Jughead’s arms, his fingers lightly stroked her back.

‘So what’s new in the life of Betty Cooper?’

‘Oh, nothing much, I’ve joined the circus, been to the moon and I even had time to get an A on that English essay you helped me with.’

‘I knew you would. I’m obviously talking about the circus by the way, not that essay.’ Jughead chuckled. Betty fake punched him a little, she liked Jughead when he was in a playful mood.

‘Seriously, thank you. Shakespeare sounds like another language to me so I’m really grateful.’

‘You’re welcome, Juliet.’ He took her hand and placed a delicate kiss upon it. Betty’s cheeks flushed a little at his romantic gesture. She quickly moved on from the moment, remembering the request she had to ask. She left the warmth of Jughead’s body and sat upright.

‘So Juggie, do you have any plans for Halloween?’ she asked optimistically. Jughead gave a light shrug.

‘I’ll probably delve into some horror movies. Why?’ he tensed up a little, he had a slight idea of where this conversation was going.

‘Well… I kinda got us invited to a costume party.’ Betty beamed a face of pure innocence at her boyfriend. He gave her a glare before putting his head in his hands and looking to the ground.

‘Betts, you know how I feel about parties. Can you not remember the disaster that was my birthday?’ He practically spat out the words. Betty let out a sigh. This is how she’d expected this conversation to go. She had one last idea to try and sway him.

‘I know Jughead but listen to me for a second.’ He looked up at her, his face looked grumpy.

‘I absolutely love Halloween, have done since I was a kid. My favourite part has always been the costumes. You of all people know how much I hate my girl next door reputation, Halloween gives me a chance to be someone different, anyone I want to be. Jughead, I know you hate parties but think of it this way it wouldn’t be you going, you could slip in someone else’s shoes for the night. Doesn’t that sound exciting?’ Betty was standing now, she’d gotten a little incensed with her speech. Jughead couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He gave a slight smile, admitting defeat.

‘I guess it does.’ Betty couldn’t help but grin.

‘Thank you, Juggie.’ She leant down and kissed him, lingering a little to show how thankful she really was.

‘So whose shoes are we slipping into then?’ Jughead questioned, knowing full well Betty was likely to be prepared. She turned around and opened her wardrobe. Jughead’s mouth opened in shock.

‘What have I got myself into?’ he spluttered out. Betty giggled at him.

‘Don’t panic Jug, I even made you a special beanie.’

‘We should be on our way by now, what’s taking them so long?’ Veronica asked, annoyed by her friends’ unusual lateness. Archie had offered to drive the gang to the party, they were waiting in the truck in front of Betty’s house.

‘You know Betty, every detail has to be exact.’ Kevin told her. He adjusted himself as he was sitting on one of his prop guns, this year Kevin was a cowboy. It was an easy costume and he knew he could pull off a plaid shirt.

‘Or she’s struggling to get Jughead out the door. I’m still amazed he agreed to come at all.’ Archie chipped in. Veronica and Kevin nodded in agreement. Veronica took out a small mirror and checked her eyeliner cat whiskers were in place. As promised, she’d gone for a sexy costume, you could see every curve of her body in her leopard print leotard. Archie placed a dishevelled hand on her thigh which she quickly shooed away.

‘Did you really have to go as a zombie? It’s not exactly attractive Archiekins.’ He laughed at her and then gave her a light kiss on the lips. A sharp buzz came from Veronica’s clutch, it was her phone.

‘Betty just text me. She says they’ll be two minutes. This better be worth the wait.’

‘Jughead’s coming to a costume party, it’s definitely worth the wait.’ Archie said, he was aware of how much of a leap this was for his best friend. Betty’s front door opened with a creek, the gang looked towards the house.

‘Oh my Disney.’ Kevin gasped. The couple stepped out, barely recognisable. Betty wore a chocolate brown wig, styled in an updo with a long yellow gown and gloves. She was instantly recognisable as Belle. Her beast came behind her. Jughead wore a ruffled white shirt, a blue tail coat, a golden waistcoat and sleek black trousers. It was all topped off with a beanie, but not Jughead’s regular crown shaped one. This one was extremely hairy, it draped down at either side and had ears and horns attached. They walked down the path, Jughead sheepishly behind Betty. Archie honked the horn at the couple.

‘Looking good!’ Kevin yelled from the window. Jughead stopped in his tracks. Betty turned and grabbed his hand, giving it a little squeeze.

‘You look amazing.’ She whispered, her face beaming at her princess dreams becoming true. Jughead bit his lip.

‘So do you.’ He smiled, and they continued to walk hand in hand to the truck. Jughead opened the door for Betty, remembering to stay in character for her. She slid in and he followed. The others sat there in shock.

‘You’ve truly outdone yourself Betty!’ Kevin started to stroke at her gown’s fabric. Veronica had her phone out, she started taking photos of the couple.

‘This is too much, I can’t believe how good you both look.’ She said, smiling at the pair. Jughead blushed at all the attention they were getting, he never let go of Betty’s hand. Archie started the car and they headed off to the party.

‘So how did you even convince Jug to dress up? You have to tell all.’ Archie asked. Jughead gave the back of Archie’s head a short glare. Betty looked at her boyfriend, full of admiration and pride.

‘Oh y’know, that’s a tale as old as time.’

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