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itaehynz · 2 years ago

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⪩ coffee — c.bg﹒ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

⪩ pairing: choi beomgyu x gn!reader.

⪩ genre: fluff, angst (kinda), idol!beomgyu & idol!reader.

⪩ warnings: kissing, talks about eating, pet names (baby, lovely, pretty), reader overworks themselves, that’s all afaik

⪩ summary: based off of beabadoobee’s song “coffee”, you and beomgyu working on your group’s tracks at 3am in the morning :(

it’s been waaay over six hours since you’ve gotten home, the first thing you did when you got home was work on tracks for your group. who knew beomgyu had to do the same thing? except, he finished way earlier than you did.

beomgyu has been continuously looking over at you and trying his best to converse with you, while also trying his best to not mess up the flow of creative juices.

“baby, are you hungry?”, he questions, “no no, i’m fine. don’t worry about me i’ll eat later!” you say before raising your arms, stretching out your body. you exhale out a large sigh before going back to work and putting your headphones back on.

beomgyu sighs walking over to you and resting a hand on your shoulder. instinctively, you place a hand on his and begin to flop your head back to look up at him. catching your eyes he lowers himself down to kiss you, you sigh into the kiss.

after a couple of minutes beomgyu pulls away, “baby, please eat something” he pleads with ‘puppy dog eyes’. you continue to look up at him and let out a sigh, “okay fiiine, do we have anything in here?” you reply.

“uhhh in those hours of you mixing beats, i already made us food, i got taehyun to tell me how to make cheesy garlic bread and spaghetti!” he announces ecstatically as he walks over to the kitchen area.

you nod and smile before standing up slowly to stretch out your body, groaning slightly loud and walking over to where beomgyu is standing.

you sniff up into the air, exhaling out once the aroma hits your nose. “it smells like you did a good job beom”, you state, putting him in a state of happiness.

“thank you lovely, i tried my best just for you!” he confesses with a cheery tone, he never fails to put a smile on your face even if you’re too tired to do so.

after a few minutes of him adding finishing touches to your dinner, he finally hands it off to you with an iced coffee. “you’re definitely tired right now and probably just want sleep but i know you like coffee during late nights so,” he says bashfully.

you carefully take this plate from him with a gentle smile before placing a kiss on his cheek, “thank you gyu, i’ll enjoy every bit of this dinner and the coffee”.

he blushes a little and walks over to his chair taking a seat.

you both begin to dive in and beomgyu looks up at you to see if you’re enjoying it, once it’s confirmed he begins to eat as well.

“baby what were you working on?”, he questions with his mouth half full. “uhh, two tracks for my group’s new comeback! i mainly wrote those two, but i don’t have much confidence in myself since i’m practically all by myself on these two…” you utter out covering your mouth with your free hand.

beomgyu mirrors your actions and nods his head, “ohh, i’m sure you’ll do great baby. i was scared when i first had to produce and write something but i got used to it because my members listened over it and said it was good,” he states before smiling at you fondly.

“yeah, i’m sure it’ll be fine since i’m gonna have [member’s name] listen to it, she’s always been honest with me!” you assured before taking a sip of your iced coffee.

beomgyu nods and continues to eat again, you don’t hesitate to do the same because the food is absolutely amazing.

it’s around 4 in the morning now, beomgyu’s already finished eating and headed to the shared bedroom while you’re still at the dinner table, taking your last small bites. finishing, you place your plate in the sink and tell yourself that you’ll wash it later after you get some rest.

you slowly walk over to the bedroom and walk to your closet changing into your comfiest sleep attire. beomgyu looks up from his phone and fondly watches you walk back and forth across the room looking for certain items.

once you’ve found everything you need to, you walk over slowly to sit on the bed as you scroll through your text messages.

[member’s name] 🐯 <;3 : we’re gonna play 8ball downstairs, come down? — 17:32

[member’s name] 🐯 <3 : …don’t tell me you’re still working on tracks. — 17:48

[member’s name] 🐯 <3 : goodnight ynie, sleep well! get some rest, eat & don’t work on the tracks all night :( i’m sure they’re amazing as the rest of your works! <333 — 22:46

you read through the messages with furrowed eyebrows and a pout on your lips. beomgyu crawls over to you, resting his head on your shoulder as he places his hands on your sides, gently rubbing into the soft flesh.

“what happened, why are you pouting like a baby”, he questions, mirroring your face. you bring the phone close up to where his face is and show him the messages, “she wanted me to play with them but i turned off my phone”, you answer with a frown.

he coos at your response and gently brings your head down to his lap, quickly bringing your legs on the bed. you rest your head on his lap as his fingers gently run through the locks of your hair, he turns your head upward towards him and places a sweet kiss on your lips.

once he pulls away he begins to rub small soothing circles into the corners of your mouth, slowly moving his hand to fit perfectly in the small of your cheek.

“don’t think about it too much baby,” he mutters blinking slowly, “there’s gonna be other times where you can hang out, okay? you just decided to overwork yourself… i don’t wanna see that again. let yourself take breaks, drink water, eat something, get some fresh air, anything. anything that gets you away from your work. your members & my members deeply care about you, you need to care for yourself as well lovely.” he begs looking slightly disappointed in you.

you furrow your eyebrows in slight frustration but then come to a realization, you have nobody to be mad at except yourself. you sigh rubbing your side while looking up at him, he’s right. you really do need to start taking care of yourself more, taking breaks, anything.

“baby don’t think too much please, just get some rest okay? i want you to be fully refreshed tomorrow and i’m gonna make you something to eat… let’s just get some rest for now.” he crooned, still rubbing gentle circles into your cheek.

you nod before fixing yourself into a position that has you hugging him with his arm wrapped around your head, reaching down to your shoulder with his other arm wrapped around your waist.

he kisses your temple, cooing in your ear how much he loves you and cares for you before you both doze off into a deep, sweet slumber.

⪩ 2023 TTYUNZ.

⪩ taglist: @boba-beom @bucketofhiros @yeofy @n0-thisispatrick @hyukafied @hyunimylove @luvsoobs @choiwrld @majestyjun @tyunkus @belovedxiao @i-stole-jimins-jams @h00nerz

⪩ author’s note: i hope you guys enjoyed this! this idea randomly came to me when i was listening to bea & i said, “hey, why not make a one-shot out of this!” and now here we are lol

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armandgender · 2 years ago

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what are your ultimate spn fic recs? like, great writing, great plot, great characterisation, instant favourites?

my top 8 right now because i couldn't pick 5:

Fracture mechanics - very angsty post 15x18 fix it. one of those fics where it's hurt/comfort except the author is the one hurting and then comforting you

Spirit of the west - AU, Dean is eighteen and works on his dad’s ranch taking care of horses. Cas, a childhood friend, comes back to town. teen_dean's writing is always phenomenal

Canticles - what happens after dean and cas leave the brothel in free to be you and me. i regularly go back to this fic just to feel the heartache all over again Where black stars rise (also by teen_dean)- dean and cas explore a canyon. Interstellar vibes. Cas wears cute little hiking shorts

Swimming with the fish pond fish - amazing shorter (25k) post canon fix-it fic with trans dean

Psalm 40:2 - after 15x18 cas goes back in time to meet stanford era dean. Angsty. Young dean is like a fragile little bird i love him so much

You and me and the war of the end times - endverse grace shotgunning fic + jupernatural!

Put them in a box somewhere - 5k, technically a Mary fic but also a kid Dean study. consider it a backstory to why dean was so interested in those ballet shoes

others that are also amazing:

So Says the Sword - Cas is ordered to watch over the michael sword and ends up falling in love with him (of course)

Everyone’s a critic - fluffy AU with a lot of miscommunication. Dean runs a restaurant, Cas is a food critic who calls his garlic bread closeted

Games of skill and fortune - I haven’t actually read this one in a couple of years but I remember really enjoying it. Dean says yes to michael.

In the shadow of your wings - the one where cas gets an italian boyfriend

If wishes were horses - postcanon fix-it by thee teen_dean who cannot miss

The reddit thread fic

Angelus cruorem - just a horny fic where dean drinks cas’ blood

Here, bullet, here - angsty and excellent dean study

Let the old ways die - au where dean is in a band and cas is an ex music producer who now works on a farm. This fic made me go sit on a log in the sun and listen to music for an hour

Seek to know you better - dean and cas go through those questions that are supposed to make you fall in love. But, you know, they’re in love the whole time anyway

Take the bones, begin anew - everything you could want from a fix-it fic

All this and heaven too - author describes it as a love letter to every trans person who ever projected onto dean. i go back to it a lot :^)

#d.ask #fic recs #long post

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pjisskullourful · 2 years ago

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𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

🏳️‍🌈 Thomas × reader

NSFW 🔥 lovedup adults doing nasty adult things to one another

° Thomas Raggi & female reader insert

° you've never had a boyfriend support your queer identity before, but now thomas wants to accompany you to your first ever gay rights rally

wordcount:::: 3,721

° thanks to everyone who voted for this to be brought out of the vault💋 [commissions are priority! there are currently 4 commissions in cue!]

"You're remindin' me of a fly- hoverin' around like this." Thomas said. "Why don't you just sit down on my lap, like you usually do when you're doing my makeup?"

You dipped your brush back into the square of pink pigment, shaking your head as you walked in front of the chair your boyfriend was seated in, the morning sunshine illuminating his face as you looked at him from a different angle. "No, I don't think we'll be doing that, baby." You bent down, considering how to get this application to match what you had done on his other eye. "This isn't like going out to dinner with your friends, where you can distract me with your cuteness and maybe we fool around a bit 'cause if we arrive late, the most important thing we'll miss is the garlic bread.

"This is a gay rights protest- it has a set starting time and I don't wanna miss any of it. It's my first time protesting and what if we arrive late and we miss out on learning the chants?"

"This tense interest in time management- is this the gay agenda that I'm always hearing about?" He asked with a cheeky grin.

You swept the pink eyeshadow into the inner corner of his eye, pleased when he took you seriously enough to hold still. The significance of this day was making you nervous.

It had been inspiring nerves in you ever since you had first learnt of the event. Victoria had sent you a photo of a flyer found taped up in the city - she insisted you had to go and scream extra loud for her (she would be out of town, visiting family the same weekend, unable to attend).

You had never been in the closet with the members of Måneskin - when you had first met Thomas a little over a year ago, your phone case had been covered in the colours of the bisexual pride flag. There hadn’t been a wasted effort of trying to hide it. He had never questioned you on it or made any comments that made you feel unsupported. You were the first queer woman he had dated, but you were far from the first gay girl he had cared for in his inner-circle. He didn't need you to go over the basics with him, he didn't need a big, serious talk about what this meant or how it affected him - he had simply nodded his head, he gave your hand a comforting squeeze and told you to correct him without hesitation if he ever did anything unbefitting of an ally.

He was the exact opposite of your last boyfriend who had been stuck in the attitude of homophobia. He used slurs in private, to everyone else he would pretend his attitude was less aggressive, always quick to say that he didn't mind if people were gay - he just wished they wouldn't rub it in his face.

You had ignored his every comment, avoiding any kind of discussion around the topic. Because it hadn't mattered that you thought you might be bisexual. Nothing could be explored while you were in a relationship with a man, and you thought you didn't need the label.

But Thomas wanted you to express how you felt, he loved how you lit up whenever you got to talking about your sexuality and the community you were slowly discovering. He left you with no reason to hold yourself back. You could find where you belonged, with him giving you a supportive nod and thumbs-up every step of the way.

Now you were painting the colours of the bisexual flag across his eyelids, preparing to march through the streets of Rome with him.

You felt extra appreciative of him at this moment. This wasn't something that you had thought you would ever get to experience.

You couldn’t help yourself, swooping down to kiss him on the lips. He placed a hand to your cheek, seeking to deepen the kiss as he gently drew your bottom lip into his mouth. Feeling his tongue sweep over your lip made you forget of those anxieties, in a fleeting moment that made you want to rock your body into his.

Instead you willed yourself to lean away, licking your lips as you straightened up. You cleared your throat, trying to ignore how you could see him in your peripheral vision as you looked at your eyeshadow palette. You covered the brush bristles in more pink, glittery powder.

“I thought I was being the problem child, distractin’ you from being ready on time and all that.” He said, smirking. “I’m not allowed to invite you to sit on my lap, but you’re allowed to kiss me?”

You were trying to stop yourself from smiling, because you knew it would undermine any authority you were hoping to gain. "Shut up, it's part of my process. You wouldn't understand it, you're not a makeup artist."

He laughed. "You can just say that you wanted to kiss me."

"Fine." You said, his eyes shutting as he became still when you came towards him with the brush again. "I wanted to kiss you, and I considered my options and realised that I would have time to kiss you if I didn't need time to do some sort of graphic eyeliner extravaganza on you. I think you're gonna agree that you don't need the liner, 'cause you already look spectacular.

"In fact, I couldn't take you if you looked any more spectacular. I don't need to be upstaged by my own boyfriend."

"No chance of that happening." He said. "But just so you know…" He hooked his finger through one of your belt loops. "... if you need some more assistance with your artistic process, I'm happy to kiss you again. Or we could do more than kissing. For the sake of your artistic process, of course."

"Great, thanks, I'll keep that in mind." You said sarcastically. "Okay, I think the only thing left is kajal and mascara. Are you comfortable with me doing those, or do you wanna do that yourself?"

"I can handle those."

"Okay, I'm gonna get my lipstick on. But I'll be right over there if you need help."

He picked up a hand mirror. "Hey, I may not have any kind of sophisticated artistic process, but I can put on mascara and eyeliner. You just go and do whatever you need to do to make sure you're prepped for serving the gay agenda."

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The sky was getting darker by the time you returned home, hand-in-hand with your boyfriend. You didn't have much voice left, all of the chanting and screaming had left you quite hoarse.

You were without your voice, and there were other things you had lost during the course of the day. The weight of all of those nerves that had made you feel like you were facing your first day of high school had dissipated. You had lost your anxieties and your stress.

But the best thing to lose were your uncertainties.

Some things had been gained. People selling handmade pins had gotten Thomas’ attention and admiration, an array of new accessories decorating his button-up shirt. Before the actual march could begin, amongst the people handing out flyers, he had found someone selling a full-size bisexual flag, for what you were sure was an inflated price.

But the price hadn’t mattered to him - his mood was too good to be spoiled by anything.

While you had been internally taking the whole scene in, he had set into the experience with immediate enthusiasm. He hadn’t held back, it was like when he was the first member of the friend group to head for the dance floor, dragging you along because he couldn’t simply enjoy himself standing still. It drew you in every time, making you feel the rush that could block out your self-doubt. The thoughts that could slow you down were drowned out as his confidence brought you into fully-inhabiting the moment with him.

It magnetised others and intoxicated you.

And it didn't stop as you walked into the apartment - he had so genuinely enjoyed his day, this high might hold on. You weren't sure that you had the most fun, even though the event had held such significance to you.

“The question is- what kind of sign would we make?” He asked, making you pause as you wondered what steps in the conversation you had missed because his query had come after a period of silence. This didn’t relate to the last thing you had said. Had he been carrying on a conversation with himself, carefully mulling the decision over?

You watched him lock the door, waiting for him to clue you in on this conversation. He turned around to face you. "What are you talking about?"

"The next march that we go to, we've gotta have a sign, but, like, what type?" He asked, pausing to unlace and remove his shoes. "There were so many great ones, I didn't realise there were all these different types of protest signs.

“Do you think we should do a funny one, like, a meme or a Simpsons reference? Or some kind of artistic one?” He asked as he came towards where you were leaning against the wall. “Of course, being the superior drawer, you would have to take the lead on that. But I would help you out with the brainstorming, happy to…”

He didn’t get to finish making his point because you couldn’t keep yourself from pouncing on him. You put an arm around his neck and pulled him in closer, placing your hand to his cheek so that you could guide him in for a kiss.

It was the kind of kiss that it seemed like you had been waiting all day to give him. It was the kind of kiss that completely disregarded the preservation of makeup. It was the kind of kiss that existed outside of time. You sank into it, pressing your chest against him as his arms wound around your waist. His tongue teased your lips apart and you couldn’t hold back a little moan, you were so keen to get to indulge.

You leaned away, seeing a smile on his face even before he’d had the opportunity to open his eyes. “I love you, baby.”

He gasped, feigning surprise. “That’s crazy, I was literally just about to say that same thing to you. It’s like you read my mind, or somethin’. How did you do that?”

You laughed, nuzzling your nose against his. “I’d love to tell you, but there’s certain secrets of the gay agenda that I simply cannot share. Not yet, at least…”

His eyes moved slowly over the details of your face, as if he hadn’t spent the whole day with you in his line of sight. “Oh-no, sorry.” He curled your hair behind your ear. “I messed up your lipstick.”

“I couldn’t care less. This makeup has been well-documented, and that’s such an understatement, it’s not even funny.” You said.

This day would forever remain with clarity due to the copious amount of photos that you had taken, capturing it from all perspectives. There were cute selfies, your cheeks pressed together as he wanted to try seemingly every filter on Snapchat. You had taken photos of him standing alongside the protestors with the signs he thought were the best. He had taken photos and short videos of you marching with the crowd. Something that felt as thorough as a photoshoot had taken place with his phone camera pointed at you as he instructed you on how to pose with your new flag - you would be surprised if there was any memory space left on the device after that.

“Do you want me to take your makeup off?” You asked.

“Yes, please. All of the times that I wanted to rub my eye, but I couldn’t.” He said, following you over to the desk where most of your beauty supplies were stored. “I’ve been literally dying.”

You smiled, positioning yourself in front of the chair he had sat upon. “My poor baby.” You brought forward the pack of cleansing wipes, pulling one out. “But it was worth it, right?” You started by cleaning around his mouth, wiping away the mess made by your bright lipstick. “You were swimming in compliments, like so many people.”

He couldn’t keep his hands to himself, resting one on your hip, his thumb stroking tenderly. “Only because of the makeup that you did.”

“Thank you. Thank you for this whole day.”

He shut his eyes, allowing you to wipe away the colours that had been decorating his eyelids. “I gotta thank you, and not just for the kick-ass makeup that everyone loved…” The bright colours lifted away from his pale skin, but some flecks of glitter remained. “Thank you for trusting me enough to share this stuff with me.

“You never shut me out…” He said and opened his eyes to look at you now that you were cleaning the highlight off his cheekbones. “And I’m so grateful to know you, all of you.”

You took the makeup wipe away from his face, letting that arm go limp as you gazed upon him. He blinked at you, seemingly waiting for you to say something. But you couldn’t speak, just feeling your heart swelling up in your chest. You were flooded with emotion, propping yourself up on the edge of the desk. You didn’t think you had the correct words, nothing was fitting for this significant moment.

“You’re…” You put the wipe aside and placed your hands on his cheeks. “You’re just the…” He smiled as you fumbled through your thoughts. “You’re the best boyfriend ever, do you know that?”

He pushed his fingers through your hair, leaning in closer. “Only the best for my babygirl. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He lifted his ass from the seat, drawing in until he could kiss you. You sharply inhaled before melting into the kiss. You caressed your fingers over his cheeks as he wrapped his arms around your middle.

You never wanted this kiss to end because it finally gave your emotions a place to land. You tilted your head, following him deeper as you wrapped an arm around his neck.

You didn’t distress over the words that wouldn’t come. Now he was drawing whimpers from you as his tongue glided into your mouth.

You arched your back, pressing yourself firmly to his chest. You only pulled back when you felt his hands on the bottom of your tank top, seeking to get under it. You let him remove it from over your head, before instantly resuming kissing.

This passion was punctuated by your efforts to remove clothes, until you were equally naked before each other. You positioned your ass on the desk, parting your knees as you faced him.

His eyes drank in the sight of you, sweeping up-and-down to rediscover all of those parts that he favoured. You put your hands to his sides, feeling up the ridges of his thin figure as he moved in closer, close enough for you to feel his body heat again. His hands went to your cheeks, brushing his fingers softly over your face with his thumb moving across your bottom lip. You parted your lips, anticipating a kiss.

Instead he moved away a little. “I’m gonna grab a rubber, be right back.”

In addition to catching your breath, you took this time to wipe off your remaining makeup. You couldn’t imagine that its current state would be very seductive to your boyfriend.

You had remained on the desk, not wanting to rupture this perfect moment - although unplanned, this was clearly the fitting conclusion to this wonderful day. When he returned, it was to place himself between your legs again. Your hands went to his cheeks as his mouth captured yours in a kiss.

His hands ghosted down your sides, making you feel so small, so ready to be consumed. His hands kept moving lower until he was grasping at your bare legs. He fit his fingers into the ditch behind your knees, beginning to lift. You allowed your body weight to be shifted back as your legs went up. Your ankles went onto his bony shoulders, kept here to rest. You felt your wet cunt opening as you kept covering his lips in kisses.

His hands went to your waist and he whined against your mouth as he leaned in closer. You tilted your pelvis as he grinded into you, his skin pressed to yours. The muscles in your legs started to tense when you felt his tip lining up with your slicked entrance.

He started to sink inside, his body pushing against your legs and you were rapidly losing your breath. Your walls fluttered excitedly as he stroked in deeper. You were soon feeling his hip bones digging into the squishiness of your thighs. You put one hand into his hair and used the other to hold onto the edge of the desk, hoping to brace yourself.

He let you set the pace, tensing your body so that you could swing your hips up. You broke the kiss, gasping for air as you concentrated on your movements. Your hand gripped into a fist around his hair as the pressure inside of you grew. You were thrilled by the sensations swarming your body, absolutely ready to come undone for him.

“Fuck.” You sobbed as his hips snapped into you faster.

You looked at him and found that his eyes were mostly shut, the lids rapidly fluttering as he got lost in ecstasy. But when he saw you were watching, he fought harder to get his eyes open, to meet your gaze. His features, that were marked by effort, became lit up with a smile and you could see sparks in his hazel eyes.

This extra level of connection gave him some inspiration and you felt his thrusts come in faster again. This new pace had your gut clenching and you started to bite into your bottom lip as your chest heaved. You twitched and writhed into him, listening to the quick collisions of skin-on-skin.

“Ah, Thomas.” You whimpered.

There was a strain in your leg muscles, with the limbs being unnaturally pinned to your bare chest. But this discomfort, and any other thoughts, were banished from your mind when he found a way to bury the head of his cock in deep enough to collide with your g-spot.

You let out a surprised cry as your hips (working of their own accord) leapt up higher, your ass leaving the desk momentarily.

Your inner-walls spasmed and for a moment the world stopped, with you almost seeing the control leaving your body. It was replaced by impulses and excitement.

“Yes.” He moaned, pressing his body weight into you.

He savoured this new depth, moving his dick in sensual strokes, with his head lingering at your sweet spot. He spent less time rocking back, maintaining the friction was no longer the priority.

This new, more thorough tempo had you squeezing your eyes shut as tremors raced through the muscles in your legs. He was getting you to that place of too much, your toes curling as your body kept at that tempo with everything you had.

“Please.” You wailed. “Please don’t stop, babe.”

You twitched as the pressure in your cunt and your chest increased, taking you over. You listened to his raspy moans as you concentrated on the connection between your bodies.

The brightest and most spectacular colours danced in the darkness behind your eyelids as you started to dissolve into the pleasure. With this most intimate massage, he took you up to and then over the edge. You cried out as you let go entirely.

You flinched and shook, your limbs aching to be repositioned. Clumsily, you brought your ankles down from his shoulders to wrap your legs around his waist. You clenched your thighs and arched your back, bucking into him quicker, with renewed vigour. Your whole body was filled with tingles as you chased his orgasm.

“Yeah, oh fuck…” He whispered, beginning to match the jerking of his hips to his words of praise. “Yes, yes, oh yes, yes, yuh- yes, yes.”

You grabbed for his shoulders with both hands, clinging to him as your body was rocked by incredibly powerful aftershocks. You were quivering but you refused to be taken down, your heart thundering in your ears. You kept moving your body to serve that desperate speed. His breath was hot on the side of your face and his hands gripped your hips.

“Yes, yes, yes, oh yes.” He whined as he continuously guided you along his shaft. “God. I love you, oh babe…”

“I love you too.” You responded, this sentence punctuated by a needy moan that came from deep in your chest.

“Fuck, I’m so close.” He said through heavy breaths. “Oh, fuck.”

You did your best to meet every one of his thrusts, even as he plunged into a faster, frenzied tempo. You ignored the unhappy creaks of the desk as you put your hands to either side of his face.

You started to kiss him, getting weak kisses back as he struggled for breath. Your pussy kept clenching around him, the sensitive walls so receptive to the strokes from his cock’s swollen head. He hummed and groaned against your mouth.

With a couple more jolts into you, he reached the climax and fell out of the rhythm. You covered his mouth in more lasting kisses as you felt his body slumping a little. He leaned against the desk for support as he wrapped his arms loosely around your torso.

“Fuck.” He croaked, resting his head against your shoulder as the two of you struggled to get your breath back.

“I love you.” You rushed to say. “I love you so much, Tommy.”

He looked at you, strands of hair stuck to the sweat on his face and he smiled. “I love you too.” He gave you a quick peck on the lips. “Let’s shower, yeah?”

“Genius idea.” You said.

“And we can talk some more about the kind of sign we need for the next protest.”

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kirshimadenkisero · 4 months ago

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things my friends have said, a collection (ft a couple quotes from shows/games) ((credits to my best friend for compiling them for me))

for privacy reasons i’ve censored the names

“Haha suck it (random name)!” (not entirely sure where this one came from so i’m guessing they’re talking about someone they know??)

“Smells like sour cream depression”

“I’m busy being gay”

“Birbs get bitches”

“Yes. I kill joe Biden”

“You simply have less value”

“You are a coffee bean”

“I will go full frog mode on your bitchass-“

“I don’t know how to eat abbles-“

(PS: he was eating a fukin pear 😀)

“WAIT- GERMAN SHEPHERDS ARE GERMAN?!”

(offers grapes) “Sure, as long as they aren’t grape flavored”

“I’m a bitch and I’m a stitch”

“My brother is immune to getting r a n o v e r b y c a r s . . .”

“He now look like a wet rat and smell like cucumber”

“Tao Su looks like British Justin Bieber”

“#LockedUpForLife”

“He put his heart and soul into that dance”

“DO I HEAR A FUCKING MICROWAVE???”

“merry birthing”

“You stole kids candy, prepare to meet Jesus”

“Material gworl💅✨🏳️‍🌈”

“I bet it was the Shrek DVD…”

“I now know what I’m gonna get you for Christmas… t h e r a p y”

“the lake is thirsty…”

“IS STEVEN JESUS?!?!”

“where did his child go???”

“You are a spineless pretzel-“

“ŠTÄÇŸ MØVË!!!”

“Hey is that plane outside my window getting bigger???”

“Kneecaps gone. Insurance? Gieco.”

“Hippty Hoppity, get off my property”

“Are you getting your clothes from the back of Spencer’s??”

“My second wish would be a Mary Poppins bag full of fresh garlic bread”

“THERE COULD ONLY BE ONE!!”

“Mice and vanilla deer fries”

“DONALD DUCK IS THAT YOU?!!?!”

“Was that a deer??”

“Steve what are you doing here?? WHY ARE YOU IN MY LUNCHBOX-“

“I’m here to sell your kidneys”

“I ŁÏVĘ ĪÑ THË WÆTĖR!”

“Excuse me. That’s my front lawn you’re talking to.”

“I DONT KNOW I CANT COUNT 🥲”

“Why don’t I have no fingers…. (friend), did you steal my fingers again???”

“That notification sound sounded delicious. Absolutely exquisite 🤌🏽”

“Is water wet???”

“Water is crazy, you can boil in it, you can drown in it, yet we need it to survive”

“That just sounded like my sisters spine at 3:00AM 💀”

“THERES POISONOUS SKUNKS. THEY’RE MULTIPLYING AAAAAAAA”

“It’s supposed to be hot cocoa but it’s looks

s u s s y-“

“2020 part 4”

“YUO MAMMA’D YOUR LAST MIA”

“Bestie, I love you but calm down about the raisins 😀”

“I'm not alive🧍🏻‍♀️”

“Bro got sent to the shadow realm-“

“Quickly, hide the stock before the landlord finds us!!”

“Make the taxidermy dance...”

“Philza, you haven’t been collecting my wood have you?”

“ITS PHILZA MINECRAFT!! HES IN MY MINECRAFT SERVER!!!”

“I DONT KNOW, GRAB A BROWNIE OR SOMETHING.”

“What the fuck is a Spinosaurus, a dinosaur with a spine???”

“Oh, it’s weed boy”

“Hippity hops, ima call the cops 😀”

“Be right back, gotta go walk my fish-“

“WHY IS THE DOOR WALKING??”

“I gotta go fold the dishes”

“You just haven’t mastered the spoon yet”

“He wouldn’t know, he’s a pencil 😄”

“Do you see the screen? Are you sure you aren’t deaf-“

“That wasn’t powder on that donut…”

“NAPOLEON III IS A PATHETIC IDIOT WHO GETS NO BITCHES”

“My sister just brought me a penguin, and it threw up crayons”

“He’s a closeted American”

“You ain’t scared of the ocean until you see a t-posing squid”

“Ah women”

“Did Youtube find out I was religious???”

“Where’s my 15% off you rip off midget dinosaur”

“It would be funny if he choked and died” (i would like to mention this was said by my friend’s teacher)

“Don’t come to the circus tomorrow Ragatha”

“No, you aren’t a loser, you’re just colorblind”

“BOMBBB-“

“Call me a triple A battery, cause I have Anxiety, ADHD, and Autism!!”

“Bro became a vacuum cleaner 😭”

“I HATE SPLASH MOUNTAINNN!1!1!!!1!!”

“Fuck it, we ball 🏀”

“IF I RUN FAST ENOUGH, THE VOICES CANT CATCH UP”

“RED ENVELOPE FROM GRANDMA!?!? THAT MEANS MONEY!!!”

“It’s called neighbors, we are allowed to have them”

“So what. He can eat spaghetti out of his eyes”

“she wishes a broken leg upon you”

“Me and my crayons can do this shit anymore”

“Swaggy animal cruelty”

“I will temporarily sue you and your family”

“Yeehaw that motherfucker”

“Oh wow, I just killed two people”

“Whitey Kitey is MAD”

“So imagine me trying to break human skin 🥰”

“John Doe is a he/him lesbian”

“He got them string cheese bangs”

“Alas, for this is an example of the pain I must go through with this curse of immortality. Though I may never have my final breath, the price is eternal suffering”

“Cause they’ll think you’re all German Nazis who are trying to do a poison delivery”

“His birthday is on April 1st. His birthday is a joke”

“I WILL BURN YOUR COOPERATION INTO THE GROUND IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO”

“IM GOING TO SKIN THE OWNER OF RITZ ALIVE”

“A woman, in her late thirties, wearing a school issued swimsuit. Worst of all, she was rocking it” - Rae Taylor

“Isn’t your life already crumbling apart”

“ITS A FORBIDDEN MIXTURE”

“IM ON THE PODIUMMMMM”

“WHAT IS THIS. I DONT SPEAK BAGUETTE”

“Peaceful yuri in the wild”

“Buddy, I’m in normal math. Compact math people are CRACKED-“

“I CAN SEE THE AUTISM IN HIS EYES”

“Bro looks both ways when he crosses the street unwillingly”

“I don’t care when you deliver them to me. Expiration dates don’t matter to me-“

“Friendship levels?? More like Yuri levels.”

“YOU BETTER FUCKING PRAY CEO OF MAX”

“Okay I admit it. I’m guilty of slave ownership”

“She sounds like a starving Victorian child 😭”

“Now go adventurer, and have this. A gun.”

“I will paper cut your eyes in your sleep”

“THEN IM GOING FOR THAT BITCHASS WHORE AUTOCORRECT”

“HER PANTS WOULD BE ON FIRE RIGHT NOWW”

“I just want to have a friendly conversation with him, me, and my gun”

“IM GONNA TURN THE OWNER OF CHICK-FIL-A INTO ROASTED CHICKEN”

“DUDE HES GOING THROUGH A MENTAL BREAKDOWN AND YOURE TALKING ABOUT TACOS”

“DAMNNIT BUBBLE I TOLD YOU THAT INVADING IRAQ WAS A BAD IDEA”

“If my dog doesn’t shut the fuck up after three strikes I will yell at her in less passive and more aggressive German.”

“Buenos días fuckboy”

“Wow, (friends name)-censorship”

“ITS NOT A PHASE MOM, BEING AN ORANGE EMO TRACK RUNNER IS MY PERSONALITY!!!!!!!1!1!1!1!”

“Oh my days, my Cheeto is turning into a cheese puff”

“I love my emo son”

“Listen, I’m not gay. That’s only on Thursdays”

“I just went up there for a bandaid and I got her toes?!!?!!”

“What did he do to deserve becoming a pretzel berry”

“I HATE YOU DREDNAW. YOU WILL BECOME AN ORPHAN ON THE STREETS”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he burned down a convenience store, but yeah he’s nice”

“No, it’s only a very late abortion”

“THIS IS WHY GIRLS RULE AND BOYS DROOL”

“God damn it’s genetic 😨”

“It’s crustier than William Afton”

“Well, I’m gonna die anyway but red would be pretty cool”

“Not a gram of hetero blood in their veins”

“Oh the law? That’s not a thing”

“POLLINATE MY BROTHER IN HONEY”

“Do I look like I speak Beepanese?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m not even legally allowed to have this-“

“He looks like if god sniffed a line of coke and then tried to recreate Squirtle from memory” (talking about chewtle)

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defaultjane · 2 years ago

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Tilda x Elisabeth for breaking down a ship meme! :D

Ooooo, thanks for the ask! :3 Since you didn't specify any questions, I'll just answer most of them. >:3

How did they meet? Canonically, at a conference in Paris, Tilda struck up a conversation the morning following Elisabet's keynote speech.

Who developed romantic feelings first? It was more or less mutually slowly falling for each other.

Who is their biggest shipper? They don't really have one because both are loners and very private people, so it's almost as if no one even knows they're a couple.

When did they have their first kiss and under what circumstances? After a ridiculously long time of "will they-won't they", and "almost kisses", Tilda just blurted out "I'm sorry but I have to kiss you because I think I might just die if I don't."

Who confessed their feelings first? Tilda.

What was their official first date? Dinner at the Euromast tower in Rotterdam overlooking the city at sunset.

How do they feel about double dates/group dates? They would only ever participate in such activities ironically.

What do they do in their down time? Tilda spends most of her time working on creative things, reading, studying history, music, drawing and painting, but she also enjoys cooking; Elisabet is not as good at downtime, so her projects tend to overlap with whatever she's working on professionally as well, she spends a lot of time tinkering with things or designing things, but when she needs to do a hard reset of her brain, she indulges in the most tasteless reality-TV shows she can find.

What was the first meeting of parents as an official couple like? This never happened because neither had any parents by the time they met.

What was their first fight over and how did they get past it? Over Tilda feeling like Elisabet doesn't appreciate anything she does for her and feeling like she's not as important to Elisabet as Elisabet is to her -which isn't the case, it's just that Elisabet is naturally much more reserved than Tilda, and her way of saying "I love you" is much more subtle than the grandiose romantic gestures (which inevitably make Elisabet feel like she's being asphyxiated rather than loved) Tilda gives her and thus expects in return. They don't really ever fully get over it because despite thoroughly explaining themselves to each other and saying "I understand what you're saying and where you're coming from", the fundamental difference in how they express their feelings remains in the background.

Which one is more easily made jealous? Tilda.

What is their favorite thing to get to eat? If they're eating out, sushi, or a good steak. If they're having dinner at home, Tilda's lasagne (all made from scratch, of course) with garlic bread.

Who’s the cuddly one? What their favorite cuddling position? They're equally cuddly. Their favorite cuddling position, if you can call it that, is Tilda sitting on the couch and Elisabet lying on her back on the couch, her head resting on Tilda's thigh. Or, classic, big spoon-little spoon, with Tilda as the big spoon.

Are they hand holders? Not really.

How long do they wait before sleeping together for the first time? What’s the circumstances? A long long time because neither wanted to have sex just for the sake of getting the first time out of the way, they waited for when it felt like the most natural thing to do, and it took a while to get there, but it was worth the wait.

Who tops? Tilda.

Who does the shopping and the cooking? Tilda.

Which one is more organized and prone to tidiness? They're both messy and tidy in their own way. Elisabet's desk is a mess but her workshop is immaculate; Tilda's home is neat and organized except for her kitchen which is a mess, and she never makes the bed but her closet is immaculate.

Who proposes? Tilda, buuuut she won't get the response she's hoping for. xD

I'll skip the rest of the marriage-related questions because they are not relevant. :D Thanks so much for the ask! ^_^

#elisabet sobeck x tilda van der meer

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randomstufftournament · 2 years ago

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I was planning on going through the list and picking the top ones to make the bracket with, but I didn't want to deprive you of any of the list (106 items long!!)

So it's going to be a bigger tournament than I expected!

At the end, the three winners will go head-to-head and we'll be able to crown a first, second, and third place winner.

The (randomly generated) first round of matchups will be:

a raccoon standing on its hind legs and making too much eye contact vs. imagined dragons

<3 vs. backwards baseball cap

A single small pellet of cobalt-60 vs space heater

Necklace chain (no pendant) vs sweet potato maki

Jellycat Amore Dog vs Syzygy

Seagull with a whole chili dog vs Wojtek the bear

Tomorrow vs A leaf with a tiny bug-sized bite taken out of it

Roasted parsnips vs bread

Thursday the 12th vs the first email account you ever made

Those ergonomic mice that are sideways and tall vs A Geiger counter but for great pussy

LOL vs Batfish

Lightly sweetened whole grain cereal vs green gummy bear

Nikita Khrushchev's shoe vs The molasses flood

Noticing a new freckle vs Petrichor

Window that brings in a slight draft vs big fluffy bathrobes

Greeting cards vs the little fake hands you put on a finger

A rat holding a strawberry in its little hands vs the giant catfish in the Chornobyl reactor cooling pond

The Cuban missile crisis vs LipSmacker flavored lip gloss

Couch cover vs uquiz for what kind of kitchen utensil you'd be

Orange tic tacs vs Paw print set in concrete

Plastic animal figurines vs empty snail shell

Permian-Triassic Extinction Event vs single unmatched sock (its mate has been lost)

Revolutionary Girl Utena (1997) vs leggings with a run in them

Florida Man vs Funables Fruity Snacks, Mixed Berry Fruit Snacks, Family Size, 40 Count

Bath beads (shape of dolphin) vs wet log in the ground, home to moss and fungi

The shoes that Muntadhar al-Zaidi threw at George Bush vs Pi Day

The Chornobyl elephant's foot vs Matryoshka dolls

Pigeon vs candy necklaces from the 1990s

Swinging so high on a swing set that you become briefly weightless at the top of the arc vs ring pop

Sex dice that can only deliver confusing combinations vs the state of Florida

Queen Elizabeth's corpse vs sheet of cat stickers

SALE! 2/$2.99 Fresh Hass Avocado vs orange slime made by an 8-year-old and then left to dry out in the back of a closet for years

The color puce vs pill case

A nuclear-powered ramjet vs Chromodorus Willani

Red lava lamp vs glow in the dark stars to put on your bedroom ceiling

Ufo porno vs Lego three in ones

Disposable chopsticks vs garlic bread

Generic grocery store brand apple juice from concentrate vs skeleton

Three haunted porcelain dolls vs a duck with perfectly formed human hands instead of wings coming out of its shoulders

A bus pass with $7.33 on it vs The last of the gift wrap paper (not enough to wrap a present)

The SL-1 reactor in Idaho vs 1 yard of fleece

Glasses without lenses vs the rabies virus

There are a few byes that we'll come across in round 2:

Tapetum lucidum (will face the winner of matchup #1)

1 can of Goya brand black beans (will face the winner of matchup #4)

A dog who is normal in every way except that it can identify any plant by its scientific name (will face the winner of matchup #5)

Duke the Bush's Baked Beans mascot (will face the winner of matchup #6)

Jumbo binder clips (will face the winner of matchup #9)

Mead (will face the winner of matchup #12)

The smell of a Sears auto department (will face the winner of matchup #15)

The composer Fryderyk Chopin's heart, In case in a jar of booze in a church in the middle of Warsaw, Poland (will face the winner of matchup #16)

Sour cream (will face the winner of matchup #17)

A 2005 Honda Civic with a vinyl wrap of Sasuke on the side (will face the winner of matchup #20)

73 dachshunds (will face the winner of matchup #21)

$9.99 headphones from CVS (will face the winner of matchup #22)

The French language (will face the winner of matchup #25)

The number 11 (will face the winner of matchup #26)

The Weather Channel on August 28th 2005 (will face the winner of matchup #27)

World peace (will face the winner of matchup #30)

Glass swan sold at a gas station (will face the winner of matchup #33)

Discarded McDonald's toy found on the sidewalk (will face the winner of matchup #36)

Lube that just. too slippery to be useful (will face the winner of matchup #37)

@hillbilly---man's Archie comics phase World War II veteran who hates sharks (will face the winner of matchup #38) *I changed this one because quite a few of you don't know me and don't care about my Archie comics phase. Apologies to the submitter!

Roasted garlic (will face the winner of matchup #41)

White LEDs (will face the winner of matchup #42)

The placement of all of these was done randomly, but I'll try to seed future rounds based on performance.

The first polls will be published tomorrow

#i dont know who put in that thing about my archie comics hyperfixation from like six years ago but i feel very seen #anyway. i hope you have as much fun with these as I'm having #polls #brackets #tournament

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pbandjesse · 1 year ago

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I am very tired today. I also am just having trouble hearing people. I feel like I am hearing them but not understanding. I don't know what's up. Not fun.

Last night when I got home James wanted me to try their garlic bread. Which was very good but I was not hungry so I didn't eat much. I was just so tired. I washed my hair and felt a little better. And fell asleep pretty quickly. I was just so beat.

I did not feel much better when I woke up. I just wanted to keep sleeping. I gave myself an extra 15 minutes and would get up and tried to feel fine.

Jsmss left while I was doing my makeup. They packed me lots of snacks and things today. And I had hoped that it would perk me up.

The drive into camp was fine. It wasn't as cold today but it was still cold.

I spent the first half hour I was there eating breakfast and working on my beading project. But soon I needed to go set up my program for the feild trip today.

I was frustrated when I went over to the eyrie and could not find my program box. It was in the closet. Why! Annoying. Whatever. I went to arts and crafts and set that up and turned on a space heater that did not do much. And went back to the office.

Sarah, Celia, and Eliza were there. We chatted and I kept working on my beading. I was not feeling very social. I wanted to save my energy for our field trip. Because it was going to go very quick and crazy. 4 groups of 23 2nd graders. 25 minute rotations. Wild.

And of course the group was late. So we had to cut the first program. Not shocked. Me and Celia were talking before they got there and we were both very worried about skipping a program. Because then everyone is missing a different one. And so someone won't do my craft and another won't see the animals. And it just makes us both a little stressed.

But we did our best to make it the best quick feildtirp we could!!

And they were lovely children. Good listeners. Just so sweet. And for being such a quick turn around we got through a bunch of stuff I would normally do in the bee program. They didn't all finish their crafts but their teacher said they could finish once they got back to school. That made me feel better too.

Elizabeth came up to watch the program. Which always makes me nervous but I think I did a good job. My tape dispensers are all broken so I would be standing there with tape and scissors and just put a ton of pieces on the edge of the table so people could just come and grab it.

In the last half hour Elizabeth came up to ask me to put together a bag of supplies for the group who didn't get to do the project. I am glad they will get to do it. So while I put that together and made an example Elizabeth would do the tape cutting and was like. We are getting you new dispensers. Amazing. That will make things a lot easier.

It would take me a while to clean up the art building. Putting my markers away. And sweeping. I returned the box to the eyrie and then to the lodge. I volunteered to clean the bathrooms because I had sweeping and putting away the chairs. So I collected all the trash (accidently upended the trash bag s d had to pick up all the paper towels) and sprayed everything with cleaning product and cleaned it up nice. I checked in with Bonnie and she said she would mop. Amazing. Hate doing the floors.

I had not gotten to eat lunch. During the 15 minute break we had in the middle of the trip I did run and eat a few mouthfuls of pasta salad. But I needed to eat for real.

I had my veggie hot dog and kept working on my beads. And would slowly start to feel better.

Me and Heather would go over my schedule I had made and she pointed out a few issues. Firstly I forgot about tipis. Just completely not on the schedule. Oops. And apparently we don't do canoes in the afternoon! Interesting. But at least for now I have something to fix. That's one of the things I want to do tomorrow. Continue to work on this schedule. And I want to work on the organizing of the attic. We will see how that goes.

I started coughing again this afternoon. Which was uncomfortable. I tried drinking more water but it didn't help much. I was excited to go home.

But first I had to go to the Dutch market.

I said goodbye to everyone. And drove to the market. I got some fancy soaps. One is a vanilla peppermint and the other is spiced chai. I got a ton of baked goods for us to have over the week. And I got me and James pretzels. I had to come back for those because they were in the oven still so once I got them they were super fresh. Amazing. It was nice walking around and seeing all the stuff. It was a fun stop.

I got stuck in some traffic on the way home but that was fine. It wasn't horrible. And I would be home around 5.

When I got inside James was there and I was happy to see them. They had gotten pizza dough ingredients in the bread machine for dinner later. And they went to get on their computer to do their podcast. And after I did a little cleaning of my fish tanks I went to work on my studio.

I made 6 more horses for the holiday market this weekend. They need finishing work but at least they are seen and stuffed. My hands still hurt from the cuts I got at ceramics. So I wasn't having the bestest time but it's fine. I'm glad I got them to that point. I'll finish those tomorrow.

I took a bath. Watched a video. James put an extra kettle of hot water in the tub for me. And now we are all in bed. Jess sent us a list of things we can go see in NYC next weekend when we go to do Christmas stuff. We highlighted a few things I would for sure like to see. I'm excited to go to New York with my favorite people. It's been forever since I've been there. And I think it's going to be a lot of fun.

I am very ready to sleep. I hope tomorrow is a productive day. And I feel better.

Sleep well everyone. Take care of eachother! Goodnight!

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flowerfan2 · 1 year ago

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Chapter 10 - coda to episode 3.10, in which Ted and Trent have a talk about Roy... and Jamie.

Read on A03 here; read from the beginning here.

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“So, I wanted to run something by you,” Ted says, as he examines a head of lettuce. They’re in the market, picking up food in a valiant attempt to actually cook for a change. Trent’s game, although he’s also famished, which is not a great combination.

“Rethinking the menu already?” Trent asks. “What happened to ‘let’s go wild, Julia Child?’”

Ted smiles and hip checks him. “I love hearing you quote my words back at me. But no, this is a non-gustatory non sequitur, nothing to do with dinner. It’s about Roy.”

“Oh?”

“Apparently it’s Uncle’s Day soon, and Phoebe needs my advice.”

Trent stops in front of the display of canned tomato products and waits until Ted puts down the marinara sauce and looks at him. “I didn’t understand any of that. What is Uncle’s Day, and who is Phoebe?”

Ted holds out the jar of sauce for Trent’s approval – Trent doesn’t care much one way or the other about which one they get as long as he doesn’t have to chop any tomatoes himself– and nods. “That’s fair,” Ted says. “I’ll start from the beginning.”

“Good idea.”

Ted frowns at him. “You’re hungry, aren’t you? You get grouchy when you’re hungry. I shoulda waited until after we ate to talk to you about this.”

“Too late for that. But I wouldn’t object if we moved this process along. I’ll get the pasta and some bread, you get the chicken, and I’ll meet you up front.”

They part to finish their shopping, and Trent forgets completely about Ted’s question until they are walking back to Ted’s place.

“So you know Roy has a niece,” Ted says, pulling Trent away from thoughts of the delicious garlic bread he’s planning on making to go with their chicken cacciatore.

“Would that be Phoebe?”

“The only and only. And Phoebe and her family have some very, well, unique holidays that they celebrate.”

Trent is beginning to catch on. “One of which is, apparently, Uncle’s Day?”

“Yes! So Dr. O’Sullivan called me-”

“Wait, who is Dr. O’Sullivan, and why did he call you?”

“Dr. Marina O’Sullivan is Phoebe’s mom, and she called me about Uncle’s Day.” Ted swings a plastic bag of groceries at Trent. “Wait one gosh darn second, are you pulling my leg? You’re the journalist here, are you’re telling me you don’t know every family member of every Richmond player and coach? I would have thought you’d have us all charted out, name, rank and serial number. Maybe a pie graph.”

“Never put it past a journalist to ask a question they already know the answer to. Sometimes you get the best information that way.”

“Smarty-pants.”

“Although I am still wondering how you know Phoebe’s mom.”

“Oh, Marina and I are old pals. Ever since she patched up Dr. Sharon after her bicycle accident. She actually thought we were together – wooo - hooo, that did not amuse Dr. Sharon, no it did not. You’d love Marina �� she’s got the best costume closet this side of the West End, great for role play of all sorts.” Ted waggles his eyebrows at Trent and Trent can’t help but snort out a laugh.

“Do I need to be worried?” Trent asks, and it’s Ted’s turn to laugh.

“Oh no, she’s not my type. And I think Roy would have a conniption if I was interested in his sister that way. Not that it’s any of his business who his sister dates…”

“No, of course not.” Trent nods in agreement. They’ve arrived at Ted’s flat, and he takes some of the bags out of Ted’s hands so Ted can open the door. They go upstairs and set the groceries down, both of them ignoring the dinner making process in favor of pouring themselves some wine and making themselves comfortable on the couch. It turns out that Trent isn’t so hungry that he’s going to turn down a chance for some gossip and getting tipsy with Ted.

“So, you were saying about Roy?” Trent prompts.

“Right! Anyway, Marina called, and she said that Phoebe wants to invite Roy’s best friend to Roy’s Uncle’s Day party. As a surprise.”

“Okay, that’s sweet. So why did she call you?”

Ted smirks. “Because Phoebe is convinced that Roy’s best friend is none other than he with the talented foot, our golden boy Jamie Tartt, and Marina needed his contact info.”

Trent nods solemnly. “That sounds about right.”

“Trent, come on. I know you were on the outside – still independent, as it were – back when I first joined the team, but Jamie and Roy were famous foes. Arch enemies. They hated each other. Things have improved, sure, but I wouldn’t call them best friends.”

Trent finishes his glass of wine, and pours himself another, topping up Ted’s as well. He brushes a kiss across Ted’s lips as he leans close, which earns him an eyelash flutter. “Regardless, I’ve had a front row seat to their interactions this season, and I don’t think there’s anyone on the team Roy is closer to than Jamie.”

Ted studies him, and Trent warms under his gaze. “You really think so? I mean, I’ve been tickled pinker than Keeley’s favorite pom pom pen about how much our Jamie has come out of his shell lately. He’s kinda awesome these days. But Roy’s best friend?”

Trent clears his throat and begins to list off all of the evidence, starting with the one-on-one personal coaching Roy and Jamie have been doing for months. By the time he gets to the pair’s overnight cycling adventure and windmill viewing in Amsterdam, Ted’s mouth is hanging open.

“All night?? They spent the whole night together, touring a romantic foreign city until the sun came up like characters in a rom-com?”

“Jamie even taught Roy how to ride a bike in the process.” Trent waves his glass to emphasize his point. “Surely, you believe me now.”

“Well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle.”

Trent bites down on a grin, but he can’t help it. “I thought you said the uncle party was for Roy.”

#Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #Ted Lasso fic #Ted/Trent fic #Tent fic #Episode 3.10

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so-called-human · 4 months ago

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keeping in mind the last rebloggers thing cus none of my friends or I are cisgender :3

yes! both of them

my mum? idk i cant remember

nothing to substantial

yes, mostly that i have a double chin and that i have yellow teeth\

taken and with the best creature that i know<3

idc as long as i dont drown

some garlic bread from dominos

no :(

yes, i bearly even have nails bc of it

never?

my bf <3

yes

my dead brother :3

yes! a daog named maximus and a cat named willow

bored

yes, with my ex gf

no, I love spiders!

ig to see my brother again

wtf does snogged mean?? im confused

absolutely nothing

no. kids are gross i want pets

no but a want to get a industrial peircing

art and maths :3

my dead brother, i feel like this was already a question

icecream with milo on it

idfk?

no, not that i know of

maybe, i hope not :(

that my weighted blanket isnt heavy enough

my family, my bf and i say ily platonicaly to my closet friend

sage green

no.

i cant remember my last dream T-T

my mum

no, idont thinl so

forget that something happened and ignore it for aslong as posible

oh hell no. mine was like 2022

like 9 💀

im not comfortable with sharing this one

wait it goes strait to 51 after 40

LESAGNE!!

brush my teeth

no but poly relationships are. if its agreed upon its not rly cheating

sometimes?

NO ONE!?

not realy you just love who you love and if something changes than it changes

thunderstorm

i've never been anywhere it does snow (i live in australia)

maybe

only my bf, so ig

my bf, drawing, playing video games, being with my friends, wachin movies, cooking food.

already have!

no its my bf, if hes alr with me kissing him at that moment than no

there aro ace💀

id hope that i would be able to that with my best friend and it would too, so yes

my mum? i dont like these oposite sex questions theyre making me feel weird

my mum, i dont wanna talk abt the subject tho

no.

yes a couple but i dont wanna say

There you go internet, enjoy my over sharing

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

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jodilin65 · 9 months ago

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After riding my virtual bike for 32 miles on and off throughout the night, I finally hit the border. I won’t be in Missouri or Illinois for very long, but I’ll be in Indiana for quite a while.

I hide treats in the closet the rat and I play in to keep things interesting for her. Last time I had an almond on top of a suitcase and one of her yogurt candy treats on the floor by her waterfall bowl. Maybe next time I will hide a piece of bread under a step stool and something else somewhere else. I’m going to be making garlic noodles soon so I’m sure she’ll want me to share some with her.

I slept better but have been a little tired today anyway. I’m wondering if the energy I’ve had these last few weeks was just a fluke after all and I’m slowly reverting back to my usual fatigue. I hope not! I mean, it lessens the chances of anxiety but slows down my activity. I like being able to do things and I still have many projects I want to do. Not much left to do with the home organization but I still have art and crafts-related stuff I want to do.

I had enough energy to hit the road and soon I’ll do another electrolysis session. Although most hair follicles will be dead after just one session, it takes several hard flashes to prevent the regrowth of those fine little fuzzy hairs. I may not get them perfect but at least you would have to really strain to see any traces of what would be very short and skinny hairs. Besides, it’s not like people sit and study my legs, LOL.

Wondering if the honker has out-of-state visitors again because there’s a white SUV parked at his place. He has a friend that lives here with a white SUV and that’s who I first thought it was. If they are visitors, then it’s a little weird that they haven’t gone anywhere. Maybe they’re just wiped out from being on the road.

I’m not sure why but I haven’t been able to remember my dreams nearly as much as I used to. All I remember from last time around was this weird dream about moving out in the country somewhere. I was outside and heading into our place when I looked at a row of strange-looking plants and flowers and remembered Tom saying that they were self-watering and we never had to do anything to them. However, I thought they looked pretty dried out so I decided to water them. As I was about to do that I noticed some ants nearby and went to get some bug spray. When I returned with the spray, the ants were under a couple of feet of water. I trudged through it and because I was barefoot I thought the muddy ground beneath felt gross. Then suddenly, the water was up to my chest and I was thinking, WTF?!

Not sure I could count it as a nightmare because I’m not sure where all the water came from or if I was going to drown. It was just a strange senseless dream. The kind I doubt was happening in some other dimension.

Still haven’t heard from Kim and there’s no doubt that she dumped me. I wouldn’t be surprised if someday she was allowed online if only for a while and she contacted me as if nothing happened. Then when I asked her why she would bother to contact me after dumping me, she would give me some bullshit story about being unable to because she got her phone taken away. Yet I would be smart enough to know that if that was really the case she would have her sister contact me and let me know.

That’s okay. She’s done me a favor and I wish I’d known what to say a lot sooner to flush her out of my life in a way I wouldn’t feel guilty about. Amazing what people will do, though, when you call them out on their shit.

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blazepug-blog · 1 year ago

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Happy pride month to those in the closet and out, to those who display their identity proudly and those who keep it tucked away.

From lemon bars to garlic bread, just you being you makes the world such a wonderful place.

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derelictsouls · 2 years ago

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@xxj0kerxx - continued from here

hyesung heard the doorbell ring from the bathroom, where she had sat on top of the closed toilet for the past ten minutes. how was this supposed to work out with her sister. a heavy sigh left her lips as she started to take off her makeup from this day. might as well indulge in some self care. it’s not like her things took a lot of space. maybe just like one side of the mirror cupboard. if she only would not have to put so much effort into her self. one again envying her older sister, who’s face was basically perfect. never had she ever spotted a pimple or anything at all why she herself broke out any given moment if she didn’t take good care of her appearance. quite unfair!

she took her sweet time in there as well, spending at least by now half an hour in there before the door was unlocked with a tiny sound that clicked. she did not want to face hyekyung but she was starving for that pizza they had ordered together. guessing that freedom she thought she could have away from the actual home wasn’t so easy to obtain as she imagined. dragging her feet behind her towards the shared closet to get changed, her face was still enjoying the treatment from the undereye pats she had put on. the hairdo still quite messy but held in place with a green bunny ear band, almost looking to adorable.

the smell of the pizza truly had filled the apartment quickly, making her stomach growl in anticipation with it to be filled rather sooner than later. once she changed into a matching set of pj’s in the same color as her headband she quietly made her way to the kitchen and grabbed her box and three of the six garlic bread pieces and the giant bottle of coke as hyesung made her way over to the living room table, completely ignoring her sister in the process. - ignore the problem, ignoring it’s source. - it was easy. besides it’s awkward already, why make it worse. once sat she opened the box and started rolling up three pieces, her entire behavior of how she presented herself in public changed. while being delicate and sweet in public, she ate like a starved homeless person in private, opening the bottle and taking a huge sip at the same time while turning on the tv just a minute later. some rerun of an old drama was on, something she secretly enjoyed while commuting back and forth. not that her parents would approve of her watching something as silly as that.

#xxj0kerxx #decided to leave your reply out so you just have to reply instead of cutting the post aklsd #jhsu. muse #please she is such a material girl klsdj

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ratlas-t-ratlas · 2 years ago

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Thinking about asexuality and closeting and discourse and its just like:

I've spent so much of my life worried that I wasn't enough of a person right? And feeling like there were qualifications missing, that I was never feeling enough of things to count, that I was studying and practicing things that actual people knew without thinking. And not just attraction either because closeting and homophobia and religious demands made my whole life feel performative, to the point that grieving my grandpa was almost euphoric, like I was finally having an acceptable, instinctual emotional response for the first time.

A lot of people talk about feeling validated and seen when they learn about asexuality, but I felt nothing but more confusion at first. I was still trying to be a person the only way I was taught and part of that was expectations that women were indifferent to sex, so it was like if I identified as ace it wouldn't mean anything anyway. Places I saw asexuality discussed were just about disinterest in the act of sex, nothing about attraction. And no one ever could really describe what attraction was, so I couldn't really identify what part of me was missing. Even now that I'm accepting myself and finding happiness, asexuality still feels like that sometimes: an absence, blackbox, lack of something vital. Rarely does it feel like something I can take pride in, just something to accept in me and move on with my life.

And I just think about how nuanced and vastly different experiences in the ace and aro communities are, and how much it's hurts me that its not only invisible so often, there isn't even language to describe what it is. Asexuality is having little or no sexual attraction, aromanticism is little to no romantic attraction, but when there's no clear answer on what attraction actually is, what do you do with the definition? You bump around in the dark until you have to take your confusion and blackbox question marks as the answer. You have to learn personhood by letting yourself feel differently.

Aroace representation when it exists intentionally is usually wooden and minor roles. Aroace representation that is unintentional is usually aliens and robots and assholes who are too smart and aloof to build relationships with anyone. And *loOVe* isn't what makes us human and person and aroace experiences shouldn't be defined by a lack of personhood, but there's also something real in that type of portrayal. It is alienating, and it feels like I'm the last sane man on earth, like I've got to be something other than flesh and blood if I don't get the 'right' biological response.

This past year I've learned a lot about being a person, like the fact that I always was one. I've let myself outgrow the narratives my parents put on me intentionally and unintentionally around sex and valid adulthood and purpose. And I've found community and partnership, and hopefully soon I'll be able to find pride. It's OK to take time to tear down what kept you caged, and it's OK to be uncomfortable while you grow. Because being human isn't about romance and sex, it's about cultivation of the self (and also cultivation of crops and spices, yknow, for the garlic bread) 🖤🤍💜

#asexual #aromantic #aroace #arospec #aspec #pride #lgbtqia #this is my personal diary #but you can read it as long as youre mot mean to me

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greenelight · 7 days ago

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the scene laid out before him is something straight out of his dreams. his loving husband , all warm & rosy cheeked from his time working in the kitchen & their loving cat who's meows are a continuous symphony , impatiently waiting for her food , but clearly comfortable enough in their home where she can make her needs known. it's a simple life ━━ a mundane sort of life , but mason wouldn't ask for anything more. this is the life they had been fighting from the moment sebastian began defecting from treadsone & while they knew it would be a dangerous & hard task for them to endure , the end result was more than worth it & they've earned this happiness ten times over without a doubt. sebastian suggests mason go get comfortable & he intends to do just that , but he can't help but linger in the doorway just a bit longer as sebastian preps bumblebee's food , taking in all the good fortune they've been blessed with thanks to sebastian's hard work. it's amazing how love can work even as time passes on. even the simple act of opening a can of cat food can make mason fall madly in love with this man all over again , his eyes sparkling in the same way they did when he spotted him from across that pub all those years ago.

mason drags himself upstairs to their bedroom , ready to shed off his clothes that smell like a mix of the old theatre & the subway combined. tossing the dirty clothes into the laundry hamper , he scours their closet in search of a shirt he could wear to wind down for the evening. eventually he spots a shirt of his husband's that he knows sebastian likes seeing him wear , so he grabs that & tugs it on , the shirt a bit long & falling to his thighs. keeping his socks on & only wearing a pair of boxers , mason finally retreats & heads downstairs , more than ready to eat the dinner that was prepared. sebastian had mentioned he made his favorite , which means he made that infamous italian soup he loves so much. mason eagerly walks into the kitchen as his husband begins plating their dishes , noticing bumblebee is eating & happily distracted , meaning he can give sebastian a proper kiss on the cheek. ❝ smells good as always , baby ❞ mason coos gently , moving back to allow his husband the space he needs to finish serving the food. ❝ & is that garlic bread i smell too ? god , you really love to spoil me , don't you ? ❞ hands clasp together in pure excitement , his stomach already grumbling just at the smell of the food. ❝ oh , i can't wait to eat & sit down with you. there's sooooo much to talk about ! good things , of course. & i wanna hear about work at the university. wanna know if the kids taught you any new slang that you need helps understanding. ❞

he makes sure to take off his apron before greeting mason at the door, hanging it on a hook near the fridge before darting to the hallway and opening his arms for his husband to leap inside. as is often the case, @greenelight takes to his hug as easily as breathing — they're instantly tangled up, safe and sound, mason's face smushed into sebastian's chest as sebastian places kisses against his hair. "i missed you, broadway baby. my little broadway star." bumblebee trots her way into their embrace, which forces sebastian to take a step back and allow the fluffy cat her weaving space (she likes doing circles in and around mason's stance, coating his pants in a plentiful blanket of white fur). "we both missed you. she's been yowling for dinner, but i figured we'd get her set up together once you got home. and i was... a little busy with making our dinner, too."

with bee satisfied with her greeting, the cat gallops over to the kitchen and plops beside her food bowl. sebastian manages to sneak one more kiss to mason's temple before he sighs and follows the true head of the household to her food dish. "we can curl up!" he promises mason, beaming. "why don't you go change into something comfortable and i'll get the little princess fed. then we'll do dinner and move to the couch for some much-needed rest time. sound good?" poor mason. it sounds like the rehearsals are getting tougher and tougher as opening night looms in the near distance. it's understandable that he'd need some time to cuddle and sleep. "go throw on one of my t-shirts and meet me back out here?" he goes on, opening one of bee's food cans (and earning a desperate meow in the process). "i love you. i'm so happy you're home, mason. hurry back. i made your favorite."

#wineassassin #˗ˏˋ ᶠᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᶤᶰᵍ· sebastian moran.#˗ˏˋ ᵃᶜᵗ ᶤ· ﹙ ic ﹚ ﹕ make 'em laugh.#˗ˏˋ ˢᶜᵉᶰᵉ· ﹙ act ii ﹚ ﹕ strangers in the night.#ofc i had to reply to this first before anything else <3 #ugh i love these cute lil mundane moments with them #they're so sweet ;__;

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