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saudadeko · 7 months

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ADHD tips from a girlie who was diagnosed in her late twenties and has had little to no support since and is being so brave about it:

1) Make it easy, make it accessible, and make it appealing. If anything this is the most important thing, all tips going forward are based around this concept.

2) That thing you think would help you but you haven’t bought/done it yet because you’re technically surviving without it? Buy it, you need it. It doesn’t matter if people around you might think it’s wasteful or that you’re lazy, you’re not, just do it, trust me.

3) Expanding on tip #2, if you’re like me and eggs are your main source of protein because they’re quick and easy and feeding yourself is a near insurmountable task- buy yourself an electric egg cooker, make a bunch of hard boiled eggs and keep them in your fridge for quick and easy protein to add to any meal (handful of crackers, a hard boiled egg and a banana? 5 star meal right there. Or mash them up with some mayo for egg salad sandwiches). Other easy proteins include: potstickers (put them in instant ramen), edamame (they have microwaveable snack packs), chickpeas (put in salads!), beans (can of beans microwaved with shredded cheese and some tortilla chips), peanut butter (with crackers, apple and cheese, adult lunchable style), and tofu (cut into cubes, throw them into a ziplock with some seasoning and potato starch, shake that shit up and bake it until crispy).

4) Spend a little extra (if you are able) on daily use items that excite you, it will make you more likely to remember/want to do said daily task. For example: the only reason I remember to use sunscreen is because I bought some fancy japanese sunscreen that smells like roses so I get excited to use it, same for laundry detergent and body wash! there’s a gajillion different body wash scents out there, switch it up!

5) If there’s a task you continuously struggle with take a moment to think about which part of the task is making it difficult, it could be something even as small as “I don’t put my dirty clothes in the hamper because my hamper has a lid on it and lifting the lid is one step too many-”, sounds a little stupid huh? But trust your gut, it’s not stupid if it works. See tip #2 and BUY A HAMPER WITHOUT A LID.

6) If you are having trouble starting a task, break the task down further, sometimes the way I start a task is just by going “Ok step 1) stand up-“ and so forth. Don’t worry about the task as a whole just take it one step at a time.

7) If you’re halfway through a task and have to stop, leave it out. All this, “Put things away when you’re done with them.” is bullshit. you will be much more likely to finish the task if restarting it is easier because you left it out plus it’s a visual reminder. You can also create faux deadlines like “I gotta finish this project before my friend comes over on tuesday because after I finish it I can clean off the dinner table.” etc.

8) It’s okay to outsource tasks and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, humans are designed to ask for, and to require help (what do babies do when they’re first born?? cry for help!!) ask for help and receive help without shame, if it makes your life better, you are WINNING.

9) If you have one big overwhelming task that you think you need to get done before anything else, but you feel motivated to do other tasks, do those other tasks first, it’s okay. Otherwise in all likelihood (at least in my case) you’ll put everything off until the last minute and then have to do said overwhelming task and those other tasks won’t get done at all. Doing those smaller tasks also lowers the mental load and you can use them as a motivation launch pad to tackle bigger things.

10) If you notice you tend to not put something away/forget to do something, perhaps consider moving and storing the item closer to where it ultimately ends up or where you are more likely to see it. For example, my makeup, pills, and mail are all stored on my desk because that’s where I tend to do my makeup, take my pills and deal with my mail. I used to store my pills in my bathroom medicine cabinet but all too often I would forget because they weren’t in my line of sight. Now that they’re on my desk, I have multiple chances per day to pass by them, go “oh I gotta take those.” and take them.

11) Open storage, open storage, OPEN STORAGE.

12) Motivation can look like all kinds of things. sometimes the only reason I get out of bed is because I remember I have a fun snack and I get to go eat it if I get up. It’s okay to lean into those simple “animal-brain” type motivators, you’ll eat because then you can use that fun new kitchen gadget you got a daiso? Neat. you’ll shower because then you can paint your nails that fun new color you got? Fantastic. You’ll go to the dmv and do that annoying thing because you’ll take yourself out for boba after? Superb. Lean-IN to those small motivators, they aren’t stupid or childish, they are VITAL.

13) Don’t buy into the cult of “if it’s worth doing, do it properly” it’s guaranteed to set you up for failure. If it’s worth doing, do it in whatever capacity you are able to. I put sunscreen on once a day because that’s fucking better than not doing it at all and I sure as all hell will fail at reapplying it multiple times a day. If it’s worth doing, do it half-assed babieeee.

Go forth and prosper!!! xoxo ✌️🩵

#adhd #actually adhd #living with adhd #adhd tips #felt like writing these out for reference as needed

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makncheese12 · 11 months

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Top Shelf pt. 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7

Summary: being the kid of a well-known book store owner was easy, so was running into famous people. But being book smart doesn’t make everyone people smart.

A/N: this was an idea someone sent, I added some stuff as well. I can already see you guys flocking in when I post this chapter, especially after not posting for a bit.

Warning: language? My writing

Jenna Ortega x Fem!reader

“You’re pathetic,” Lyle says as he begins aggressively erasing the work you had tried so hard on. “Can’t do maths, can’t cook, can’t flirt, what can you do?” He says as you lean back and drag your hands down your face.

He had been like this the entire weekend after your outing with Jenna and Emma; mentioning how you were bad at everything and never forgetting to mention how you can’t flirt.

Though he had been texting Emma all weekend, the two had come short of any ideas of what to do to make you two put two and two together and finally ask the other out.

And the two of you weren’t exactly helpful.

“Do you have to berate me on something no one’s is good at?” You ask, watching your cat jump on the table and begin playing with the small eraser scraps.

“You don’t have to be good at it to know how to do it.” He says picking up a book from the large pile of stacked books.

“I haven’t done it in years, why do I have to it now?” You ask as he slams the book down. “Because you need to do it or you’ll live a lonely life in the darkness of your room forever.” He states angrily as he flips through the pages aggressively.

“Are you sure you’re still talking about business school?” Dru asks looking up from the computer before looking back down.

“Yes,” Lyle says as he pushes the open book toward you. “What else would we be talking about?” He yanks his head toward you and his tightly tied back hair comes loose from the hair tie.

He lets out an aggravated huff before pulling his hair back and walking away to find a mirror, mumbling this and that under his breath as he does so.

“He’s being over dramatic.” You say as Mj takes her seat in front of you, loud dinging noises coming from the game boy she had found somewhere stashed away in the storage closet.

“It’s Lyle, of course he’s being over dramatic.” She mumbles, eyes never leaving the small screen in front of her.

How she had found the small game you didn’t know, you used to dig through the storage compartment all day before working at the bookstore but never once did you see any of the older electronic’s, even when the store had stopped selling them.

Then again it was a big area, you wouldn’t be surprised if they found one of the first TV’s in there.

“He’s never going to leave me alone about this.” You mumble, music loudly vibrating through your ear bud as you begin working again. “Again, it’s Lyle we’re talking about here.”

She was right, though he was one of your best friends he still had his tendencies to try to get too into that roll. Trying to help you with things but taking it too far most of the time.

Yes, you appreciated it but sometimes it could be a bit much.

“Yo,” the voice calls out from the second floor making you look up to see the plumber. “I’m done, I just gotta show you some shit that you need to replace or fix.” He says and you sigh.

“Can you check this for me?” You ask sliding your notebook toward the woman who huffs out but non the less takes the book to look over.

You smile lightly before rushing toward the stairs to catch up with the much older man.

“And she can’t even look her in the eye!” Lyle grumbles as he scratches Achilles stomach walking back toward his table of friends.

“Now where’d she go? Trying to avoid her work just like asking Jenna out?” He asks as he looks around and allows the cat to jump out of his arms and toward the cat tree in the front of the store.

“Chill,” Mj says as she checks off one problem and begins erasing another. “She went with the Jones to check the pipes.”

“Oh,” he mumbles before slumping himself into his seat next to yours. “Can you believe her though?” He asks and she can’t help herself as she rolls her eyes.

Yes, she knew you were bad at anything to do in the romantic section of things but he didn’t have to tell her non stop after your little double date.

“Yes, I can.” She says as she slides the book back into its spot. He scrunches his nose in disgust as the girl stands to put the game boy back where she found it.

“What do you mean?” He asks following after her quickly.

“Not everyone is like you and wants to rush into relationships Lyle.” She groans out noticing the boy following her. “You can’t expect Y/N to rush a fucking celebrity into a relationship either.”

“But their both annoyingly oblivious.” He states as she climbs the ladder in the storage room. “Maybe, but let them do it their own way with just a little of your help, look,” she starts before jumping down the ladder to look up toward the man.

“Y/N is a quiet kid you should know this by now, we are the ones who decided to bust into her life after all. She keeps most herself and things to herself, never takes off her ear buds and doesn’t bother anyone.” She states as they leave the room.

“You can’t expect her to change what she knows over night because of one person, even if she is clearly in love with them. And Jenna,” she quickly turns to look at the man.

“She probably speculates every little suspicious thing, she is famous after all. She could think Y/N is just in it for the fame or whatever.” Lyle presses his lips together at the thought of you and your very private family wanting to be seen by the world, it only makes him snort at the mere idea.

“But she’s not.” He replies and she taps his chest. “So let her figure that out, let them figure it out. You don’t have to berate her twenty four seven.”

“That’s exactly what you do all the time.” Dru adds as he clicks the computer mouse quickly. “No, I do it to make you all better as people, he’s doing it to just humiliate Y/N.” The woman calls out. “There’s a differe-“

Before she could finish the sentence the man in front of her sprints away and toward the front of the store.

He quickly twists the lock and yanks the door open before forcing himself out. The person he had seen turns to look at him making the second much larger person do the same.

“Jenna!” He calls out, walking out of the door and toward her. “Leaving so soon?” His smiling wide and beaming when he steps up to her.

A small smile forms on her own face as the man nears, his lanky form now towering over her own. “Hey Lyle,” she says as the man steps between the two and shoots a quick glare toward the much larger man.

“And kind of, the stores closed.” She gestures toward the small closed sign on the door and shrugs.

“Nonsense.” he says and pulls the girl toward the door. “It’s just us so you can come in.” He quickly ushers her through and pushes the body guard inside before slamming the door back shut and locking it.

A pressure forms at the bottom Jenna’s leg causing her to look down and see a fluffy cat rubbing up angst her leg before looking up at her.

She lets out a quiet gasp as she reaches down and picks up the orange ball of fluff as it begins to purr. “Oh my god.” she gasp as he begins rubbing its head on the top.

Lyle can’t help the smirk that forms, the usually jumpy cat immediately fawning over Jenna, just like it’s owner. How hysterical.

“That’s Achilles.” He says as he begins walking toward the counter Jenna following closely behind as the cat settles into her arms. “He’s Y/N’s.”

“He’s a street rat who belongs on the street.” Mj says walking out of the storage room once again holding a different gaming device even Lyle couldn’t decipher.

“And that’s Mj,” Lyle huffs out. “Also Y/N’s, she found her at a McDonalds.” He makes sure to mutter the last part but it only earns a glare from the woman.

“Mj? Like Mary Jane?” Jenna jokes as the cat begins rubbing up on her chin once again. The joke only earns a glare from the taller woman who presses her lips together.

The joke had been made so many times that it was getting old, even for Lyle who found it amusing every time.

“Y/N!” The woman yells too loudly for a library before quickly turning and storming off in the direction where you had left.

She looks up to Lyle who glance between her and the stairs where she stomped up. The man was both awkward and sociable, not like many she had met; most were either just awkward or very social. It was a strange thing.

“And that,” he says suddenly, gesturing to the man whose playing the computer with his face far to close to the screen. “Is Dru, you can just call him DD.”

“Do not call me that.” The man says as he eyes go over the screen as if being unfocused and trying to refocus.

“That’s your name, idiot.” He empathizes the last word as he leans against the counter. “My initials are not my name.” The man rolls his eyes as he only gives the two a glance. “That’s what makes up your name, hence your name.”

“That makes no sense.” His eyes stay on the screen but his face scrunches at the mans comment.

“Moving on,” the man drags out as he leans further into the counter toward Jenna who turned to him, still holding the cat. “What brings you here?” He asks, fighting the smirk that slowly begins to form on his face.

“Uh..” Jenna mumbles as her eyes travel down to the cat who stares back up at her. “Just in the area?..” it comes out as more of a question and Lyles face drops as he stares at the girl, head resting in hand.

“Just in the area?” He asks, clearly not buying whatever lie she was trying to tell. “Yeah.” She states but it comes out uncertain as if she were trying to figure it out herself.

“Uh huhh,” he says as his other hand comes up to rest under his chin with the other. “Definitely not because of a library loser.” He says, legs kicking behind the counter as he raises his eyebrows suggestively at her.

She opens her mouth to speak but is quickly stopped at the sound of foot steps echoing in the quiet library.

“Just don’t forget to tell your parents, yeah?” A man’s voice says as she looks up to see you, Mj and a man who had to be the source of the voice.

“Got it.” You reply before your eyes meet hers and she can’t help but notice the way your eyes scrunch up as you smile at her or the way her heart begins beating at a faster pace as you do so.

“Hey,” you say as you step toward her glancing down at the cat in her hands. “Is that my cat?” The confusion in your voice evident as you point at it “Does it look like your cat?” Mj asks, rolling her eyes as she locks the door behind the plumber.

“Yes but my cat doesn’t like people.” You state, watching as it begins rubbing its head against her cheek and his purrs grow louder.

“Sound like someone you know?” Dru asks as a small smile forms on his face.

“Well, he clearly likes Jenna.” Lyle mumbles as you narrow your eyes down at the cat who seemed to be taunting you with his eyes. He had never been that affectionate before, why was he starting now?

“Jealous?” Jenna asks, eye brow rising as she smirks up at you. Your narrowed eyes move to her as you press your lips together.

You started noticing different things about Jenna, like now how she used certain things to her advantage to get to you. A way to tease you more so but to see your reactions always gave her a boost in both her ego and confidence.

“I think she’s more jealous of the cat.” All confidence was gone at the comment Lyle says as he watches the two of you, amused by every look or comment you’d send each other. The blush from the cold air outside turned darker as she looked back down to the cat and the shade on your face was much darker.

He liked the way you both seemed to blush, now certain you both had interest in the other but then Mj’s voice broke his thoughts about their earlier conversation and he let a pout take his features as he slipped down the counter and to the other side.

It wasn’t going to be easy nor enjoyable for the man but it was what was right. Not being able to interfere much was going to kill him but he figured if he could get to tease you both a little he would live.

“I still think it’s strange how such a skittish thing could just decide it wasn’t going to be skittish with one person.” You state, laughing quietly to yourself as you make your way back toward the table.

“He’s usually not like this?” Jenna asks as she follows after you leaving Lyle to peek over the counter to watch you.

“Quit, you’re being creepy.” Mj says as she moves past the small door to see him in a squatting position.

“It’s not creepy, I’m just observing.” He states as his eyes narrow at the lack of spaces between you both as Jenna takes her seat not in front of you but beside you.

“Yeah, like a creep.” She mutters as she looks over toward the two of you.

“They’re so infuriating.” The man mumbles inviting her statement as he turns around and leans against the cup cabinets, legs sprawled out.

The woman only shakes her head and rolls her eyes, preparing herself for the rant that’s to come from the man.

“Business school?” She asks as she looks over your notebook and the many erased parts on it as she subconsciously rubs Achilles.

“Cant let some random stranger take over once my parents retire, you know?” You say as you tap to end of the pencil on the table, looking over the work Mj had marked wrong.

“Worst part about being the kid of a library owner is people think you’re smart.” You state as you begin erasing once again. “So, you’re not smart?”

You snort quietly as you look up toward her. “Oh I definitely am, my mom made sure of that.” You state at the thought of you and your mom at the table in the middle of the night while you cry over homework.

“Math was just never my strongest subject.” You state, glaring down at the paper with the faintest of pouts on your face.

That’s one thing Jenna began to notice more often, your facial expressions. Even the smallest ones became more noticeable. Or maybe she was just staring you too often.

“What about you?” You ask suddenly leaning back into your chair. “Do you go to college?” It was a reasonable question, she was your age and definitely suitable for going but it still saddened her slightly.

“No, I’m focusing more on my acting career.” She states with a small smile as she stares down at the cat in her lap who had fallen asleep with its head up.

“It makes me wonder what my life would be like if I never started acting.” She hums out quietly and she begins tracing the stripes across your cat.

The way her face relaxes with sorrow makes your heart ache slightly, the tightening feeling only makes you want to reach out to her and comfort her but would that be pushing it?

No, it couldn’t have been, right? You had grown close over the last month but you didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t.” The words come out certain, cocky almost. A smirk plays it’s way onto your face as she looks up with a raised eyebrow and a small smile.

“Why’s that?” She asks, leaning toward you subconsciously and you can’t help but do the same very not as much as she does.

If there was no distance between you both before, there certainly wasn’t now with her thigh and arm pressed against yours.

“Because then you wouldn’t have come here and knocked down the books off the shelf or I wouldn’t have met you.” You say, smirk; proud of yourself for having any type of height to help her with the book.

A quiet laugh comes from the woman, one you had heard many times in different forms but it had also got your heart pounding against your chest, eager to get out and display itself before her.

“That is a good point.” She says nodding to herself as she continues rubbing Achilles across his back making it arch subconsciously in his sleep. Her eyes meet yours, they’re once again scrunched up from your smile and far warmer than the weather outside, it causes her heart to beat even faster than before.

She goes to say something else but is once again interrupted by one of your friends.

“Everyone stop!” Dru calls out as he stands quickly, the screech of the chair filling the room. Lyle’s head pops above the counter and Mj looks up from her book.

“Can you shut the hell up?” She calls out, annoyance clear in her voice as the man begins gathering his things.

“It’s 5:30, we need to go.” He says, rushing around to pick things up and put them away.

That’s right. Thirty minutes before Thursday throw down on Minecraft, a large match on bed wars with a hundred players against each other. Something he took far too seriously.

“Go where?” Jenna asks as you begin gathering your things. “Back to my place for his stupid little game.” You roll your eyes looking back at every Thursday’s for the past five years.

“You should come see us screaming at a screen.” You state as you look toward the girl, realization hits you when you realize it wasn’t exactly a question. “If you want, that is.”

She laughs quietly as the man rushes past the two of you with many CD cases in hand, eager to get back to your apartment.

“I would love to.” She says and relief rushes through you and a smile graces your face. “Great.” You say, smile never leaving as you go to put the books in the respective spot while trying to remember if you had cleaned up your apartment or not.

“Hurry!” The man ushers all of you as he grabs the leash to Achilles harness and clips it to him making Jenna take it as she stands, still refusing the drop the cat.

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You’re eyes quickly find the familiar old homeless man in front of your apartment building bringing a smile to your face as he plucks his guitar strings with such elegance even you were jealous.

“Hey Julian.” You say with a smile as you step up to him and he stops playing to look at your small group.

“Ah, on another one of your sleep overs?” He asks as he scans the group before his eyes land on Jenna. “And you brought a new friend.” He says with a smile but Dru quickly shuts any time for introductory out as he storms past you.

“5:53, let’s go people!” He says as he storms inside the door.

The man rolls his eyes before they land on Lyle. “I see why the boys are acting strange now, you’re here Lyle.” He says and the man stiffens up, the thought of six little boys running around your apartment building with water guns clear in his mind.

Your smile grows as you move past him, Mj and Jenna not far behind. “Careful, ellos quieren venganza..” the man says and you can’t help but feel sorry for Lyle who was about to be soaked in — god knows from where — water.

You rush up the stairs to your floor only to be met with a Dru who looks down at his watch and shuffles around anxiously.

“Come on.” He drags out as you walk up to the door and unlock it.

As soon as the door opens Achilles jumps out of Jenna’s arms and circles your feet, screaming loudly as you make your way to the kitchen.

You huff out as he jumps up on the counter to watch you grab his food.

“Turn it on!” You hear Dru call out as Mj settles into the bean bag next to your couch, holding up the remote as Dru sits eagerly on the edge of the couch leaving Jenna to stand in your kitchen as she looks around the small kitchen connected to your much larger living room.

“This is nice.” She says as Mj turns on the Led lights and Dru messes with the tv controls.

“Thanks, don’t mind the cat hair.” You mumble as you place the cat bowl on the ground making Achilles jump down and begin eating.

“There’s lots of it, everywhere.” You say brushing some off your hands and watching it fall to the floor. You would have to clean it up later.

You walk past her and place your phone on the counter where Dru and Mj’s sat before making your way into the living room.

She couldn’t help but smile at your lack of need for social media, all of you. Yeah, you posted a lot but other than that you all seemed to actually talk and enjoy each others presence rather than be hunched over on your phones.

She hesitates for a moment before placing her own phone on the counter and following you into the living and taking a seat next to you on the couch.

You had het a controller and she furrows her eyebrows in confusion.

“Don’t worry,” you say pressing the power button on hers then yours. “I’ll teach you and make sure Dru doesn’t try anything.” You say as you scoot toward her a little more so your knees are touching. You couldn’t tell if she could hear your heart beating in your chest or not but you hoped she couldn’t.

The door suddenly slams open making you all look up to see a partially wet Lyle as water begins squirting inside the apartment.

“You can’t hide forever, Lyle Lyle crocodile!” A voice calls as he slams to the door shut and a chorus of high pitched laughs rings outside your door.

“I’m crashing here tonight.” He says as he storms toward your room. Now you see why all of your clothes were mixed with the groups, you all had different articles of clothes littered around your rooms and at this point you didn’t know what belongs to who.

“We’re starting the game without him.” Dru says as the starting screen pops up and all four of your characters pop up divided into four parts of the tv. This should be fun.

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And fun it was. For you and Dru at least, while Lyle watched Mj attack different players you were helping Jenna at her own base and protecting her from Dru who swore he would get her ‘stupid pink’ bed.

A rivalry began between the two as Jenna got used to the game she would insist on going after Dru many times. With your help she of course did get him, it was truly beautiful.

Now you sat next to Jenna as the game came to an end, Lyle and Mj had fallen asleep, while Dru was taking pictures of the screen to flaunt to everyone on his discord about how he had gotten first place in the tournament.

You look to Jenna who watched Dru with a small smile on her face and you found yourself wondering how many freckles really did litter across her smooth skin. Her features were absolutely perfect, from her nose, to her eyes and to her high cheek bones. You didn’t really see any flaws as your eyes travel to her lips, curled up into a smile.

Your eyes snap up as she looks toward you, smile becoming softer before an idea comes to mind. You gesture toward the window that led onto your fire escape watching confusion fill her face.

You laugh lightly before grabbing her wrist and leading her toward the window before pulling it open and stepping out only to be met with the cold air of the winter night and slide yourself to sit on the edge of the fire escape.

Jenna’s not to far behind as she steps out after you as she swings her legs over the ledge.

“Not bad for your first try at bed wars.” You say as you lean back against your arms and look toward her.

“Who said it was my first time?” Raising an eyebrow she turns her head toward and smirks lightly.

“Yeah, let’s just forget how you were walking off the edges of your island non stop.” She sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes but her smile never leaves as she stares you. “Totally not your first time.”

She chuckles lightly as she glances around and looks at the city while your eyes never leave her. With the wind blowing past her, she looks almost ethereal, would have if she didn’t shiver lightly before settling back down.

The sound of cars honking, metal clanking together and other sounds you were used to sound through the air, creating a back ground noise for you as you watch her. The way her breathing was calm, much calmer than yours. The way she watched the loud city before, bright colors shining on her face making it light it up completely giving you full view of her side profile.

“It’s beautiful.” She says looking at the lit up city you were not really worried about at the moment as you continued to stare at her.

“Yeah, it is.” You reply quietly and she slowly takes her eyes from the glowing city before they land on you.

You both sat there for a moment, staring at each other unsure of what to do or what the other might do. The air felt two times thicker as you attempted to get your breathing and heart beat under control as her eyes stay locked with yours.

You watched as her eyes snap down once before quickly moving back up to your eyes and you can’t help the twist that form in your stomach tempted to do the same as you glance between both of her eyes, they were darker than they usually were in the light.

You break slightly as you too glance down before quickly looking back up and you lean in, slowly and hesitantly as you watch her every reaction carefully.

She seems to subconsciously do the same, but this time her eyes continue to move from your eye and back down to your lips.

Your nerves boost through the roof as you get closer, heart beat beating quicker than it ever has and suddenly a line of chords begins to play. You recognized it, the way they sounded far too beautiful to be just anyone playing.

The sound quickly becomes a background noise along with the sounds of the city as you come close to Jenna, lips a few centimeters apart as you glance down toward them them back to her eyes to search for any hesitation or want to back out.

Her breath fans over your face lightly as she stares up at you, eyes wide and waiting as she watches you.

“Is this okay?” You ask in a quiet voice, too quiet for your liking as your heart beat drums through your ears, eyes looking over Jenna’s face. There was no need to ask to kiss her, she could clearly see what you were doing but you wanted to make sure this is what she wanted.

And it was in fact what she wanted. The thought of your slightly chapped lips kissing hers made her heart jump into her throat and claw its way out.

Her only response is reaching up and leaning in, her hands resting gently on her face as her lips brush against yours with hesitation. The feeling sends a shock through your body that makes you shiver lightly as her skin begins to feel hot against yours.

You let out a shaky breath as you too lean in, lips crashing against her a bit too eagerly but she doesn’t seem as she leans in further, deepening the kiss completely as her body presses against yours.

You suddenly become all to aware of your surroundings, the sounds of the city filling your senses as does the gentle guitar that plays under you.

Now you recognize it. Frank Sark. Which song exactly? You didn’t know but you knew it was being played by Julian. His music just as sweet as the girl in front of you. Holding your face with a gentleness of an angel that you didn’t deserve but she still gave it to you as her thumb rubs across your cheek lightly.

This was the perfect end of your night under the starless sky in the bright city.

Next part here!

A/N: my mistake was that I kept saying ‘your cat’ and my friend was making jokes 🥲

Also bare with me, I don’t know how to write people kissing much, I’ll probably edit it later.

I’m not sure if the kissing scene even made sense please tell me if it did🫶🏻

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #top shelf #wednesday addams #scream 6 #scream #tara carpenter #vada cavell #jenna ortega fanfic #Lorraine day

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masonmyluv · 5 months

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Part 7

A/N: Finally! I don’t really like writing slow burns 😅

Warnings: fluffy, a bit angsty at the end

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"So... did she forgive you?" Gavi asked. "Who's she?" Lamine asked. "Fermin's girlfriend" Gavi smirked. "Ooooo". "Yeah she did" Fermin narrowed his eyes at the Sevillan. "That means we'll meet her at the next game?" Lamine asked. "I already met her. She's pretty" Gavi teased his best friend. "I have to meet her to sign her t-shirt. Maybe she'll wear it at the next game" he grinned. Fermin felt something close to jealousy, but he brushed it off, focusing on training.

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"Hey" Fermin said when you climbed into his car. He texted you earlier if he could pick you up from University. "Hey. Training done?" You asked. "Yeah. Uni done?" He smirked. "No. I have to write a 10 page essay in 4 days" you pouted and Fermin swore he could've kiss you in that moment. "You're smart, I don't worry about it" he said, driving to your place. Unlike the night at the club, you took your time to admire the way he was driving, which was very hot, of course.

"Well thank you, Fermin" you said. "Wait, I actually have something for you" he said, picking up a bag after he opened the door for you. "Okay... you can give it to me" you said. "I'd rather give it to you when we're alone" he said, already on his way to your apartment. "Not like that" he said when he saw you scared and confused face. "So, what do you have for me, Mr. Mysterious?" You asked after taking your shoes off. "This. Look inside" he said, giving you the bag with the Barça logo.

"Tickets? For tomorrow's game? Are you serious?" You asked, jumping up and down and hugging him. "Yeah. In the family box" he said. "And you have a little something to wear too" he said. "Your t-shirt?" You smirked. "I wanted to wear Gavi's. Maybe get him to sign it" you said teasingly. "Not funny" he said, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Thank you, Fermin. I'll be there" you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He immediately turned red, trying to hide it from you, which made you giggle. "I hope you score" you whispered. "I hope I score for you" he said, pulling away from the hug. "I guess you can't stay over. You gotta be fresh tomorrow" you said, picking at your nails. "Yeah... but I'll see you tomorrow okay? Text me when you're there, maybe we can see each other before the game" he said. "Meet all the boys" he said quietly. "So you told them" you stated. "I had no choice. They started bombarding me with questions and—". "It's okay. I'm okay with it. Can't wait to meet them" you said, reassuring him. "Should I bring Gavi's t-shirt? Maybe he can sign it" you teased and he gave you a look saying Are you serious right now?. "Okay, I won't. Pinkie promise" you said and locked your pinkie with his. "I better go. Goodnight, Y/N" he said, hugging you one last time. "Night Fermin. Sleep well" you smiled. With you. I would sleep well with you in my arms, Fermin wanted to say, but he thought better of it. He didn't even know what status you two had right now. Guess he'll find out tomorrow.

—— day of the game ——

"Shit, she's here" Fermin said, feeling more nervous because you were here. It should've been the other way around.

"Who's here?" Half the boys asked. "Fermin's girlfriend" Gavi grinned.

"Fermin's got a girl?"

"I didn't know!"

"So... who wants to come with me and meet her?" Fermin asked. "Me duh" Gavi said. "You already did, cabron" Lamine said. "So? I want to say hi to my friend" Gavi replied. "Friend? You're friends?" Fermin asked incredulously. "Yeah cabron. Now let's go" Gavi said.

"So this is Lamine, Pedri, Alejandro and Gavi, your friend" Fermin made the introductions. "Nice to meet you" you smiled kindly. "I didn't know Fermin's got a girlfriend. I was so shocked" Ale said. "But in a good way" Pedri butted in. After you exchanged some info on the game, Fermin "stole" you from the group. "Hey. I hope you're not nervous because I'm here" you said when you noticed him playing with his fingers. "No, I'm not, just... I was nervous for the boys to meet you" he said. "They're so nice, don't worry about it" you said, taking his hand in yours. "I'm still waiting for that goal" you tried to cheer him up, make him think of the game. "Yeah, I promised, didn't I?" He said. "I know, I know" you said, hugging him. "Come on, Fermin, we gotta go" Gavi said. "Good luck" you whispered, kissing his cheek.

You made your way to the family boxes, after asking some security guards about the way there, and you were relieved that there weren't many families. "Hi! You must be Fermin's girlfriend" a girl seated with her boyfriend said. "Yes erm..." you replied, you didn't really establish this boyfriend-girlfriend thing yet. "I'm Aurora, Gavi's sister and this is my boyfriend, Javi. You can sit with us" she said. "Nice to meet you" you said, sitting near her. The players started to come out on the pitch, your eyes following a certain number 32. "So, how long have you been with Fermin?" Aurora jumped straight in. "I... uhh... we..." you shuttered. "Leave the poor girl alone. It's their business" Javi said, saving you. "Okay I was just curious" Aurora shrugged. "Because Gavi told me Fermin got jealous when he mentioned signing a t-shirt for you" Aurora explained. "He what?" You asked, blinking twice. "You heard me". "Fermin? Jealous? No way. We're not even—" you didn't get to finish because the whole stadium erupted in cheers. Gavi had scored a goal. "Yeah that's my bro" Aurora said grinning. Then Gavi again being an angry bird and Fermin keeping him away from trouble.

"Oh my God!! Fermin scored" you jumped straight up when you saw the goal. "He's dedicating it to you" Aurora said, jabbing you. "Yeah he is" you said, as he pointed to the family boxes and made a heart with his fingers. What did you do to deserve him?

You waited anxiously for the boys to come off the pitch, after they won 3-0. You wanted to congratulate him in your own way. "Told y'a" you heard them talking in the tunnel. "Oh Y/N..." Gavi smirked. "Hey... Congrats for the goal" you said, hugging him. "Thanks. But there's somebody else you need to congratulate" he smirked, pulling away from the hug as Fermin came from around the corner. You didn't hesitate to run straight to him, engulfing him in a big hug. "Congrats" you said and he thanked you. After pulling away a bit to get a better look of him — rosy cheeks, sweaty hair — you tiptoed and pressed your lips to his. You took him by surprise because he froze for a few seconds. You panicked, pulling away, and a millions thoughts ran though your head. Maybe you overstepped with the kiss. But all of these vanished when he pulled you back, reconnecting your lips as he kissed you with passion. His lips were soft just like you imagined, perfectly fitting with yours and his hair, in which you tangled your fingers, was soft and silky. "Get a room" someone said, probably Gavi. "Y/N..." he whispered as he pulled away, lips still touching. "Congrats for the goal" you said smiling. "Fuck the goal. This is even better" he said, picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist. "So... this means you're my girlfriend?" He asked. "Maybe..." you teased him, but pressing your lips to his again. You couldn't get enough of him. He put your down because he had to (Xavi was calling him for 2 minutes already), not because he wanted to, but promised he will give you a ride home.

You again waited for him, already thinking if he would take you home or to his place, and not for doing things. You weren't there yet. "I hope you didn't wait that much" Fermin said, taking your hand in his as you started walking to his car. "Hope you don't mind driving Gavi home" he said. "No, but doesn't he have a driving license?" You asked. "He does but he asked me to drive him today" Fermin smirked. You really were up to date with the Barça players. "Okay, it's not a problem" you said, climbing in the back.

"So, Y/N, did you enjoy the game? I hope you'll come more" Gavi asked as Fermin started the engine. "Yeah, it was amazing" you replied. "And if Fermin wants me here, I'm happy to attend every home game" you added, catching Fermin's eyes in the rear view mirror. He had a strange spark in his eyes and you preferred to look away, not in a good way. "Well, I hope you celebrate tonight" Gavi smirked. "Bye guys" he said. "Bye. See you tomorrow" Fermin replied.

"You driving me home?" You asked. "Yeah why?" Fermin asked confused. "I just remembered I have to do something for tomorrow's course". "At this hour?" He asked. "Yeah duh. I literally forgot about it" you chuckled nervously. Fermin shrugged, not understanding how your mood changed that fast.

"Did something happen?" He asked as he accompanied you to your flat. "No, it was an amazing night. Thank you, Fermin" you smiled. "Something happened, but I won't force you to tell me. I'll see you tomorrow in class" he said, hugging you. He felt kissing wasn't the best when something was up with you. "Goodnight, Fermin" you said. "Night, love".

Hope you like it 🥰

#fermin lopez #football imagine #fermin lopez marin #fermin lopez smut #fermin lopez fluff #fermin x reader

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sneakyparsnipslicer · 8 months

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Real Recognises Real

[I've been admiring the work of @idesofrevolution for a good while now, and I really wanted to give a go at writing a transformation story. Granted I don't have any pictures of hot guys, I'll leave it up to your imaginations. Hope you will all enjoy]

Tom and Eric worked at an envelope factory, despite them only knowing each other for 4 months, the two quickly became friends. Granted shift patterns would often keep them off the same shift, they always enjoyed working on the machines together when they did, laughing and clowning around but getting the job done.

Eric had infact worked at the company a couple of years before whilst Tom joined a few months before Eric came back. Perhaps it was Tom's kind nature, but Eric soon came to trust Tom and open up about things going on in his own life, especially about the passing of a close friend of his, Anthony.

During one morning shift, Eric came down from further up the machine to let Tom know about a changeover the managers had just told him about. 'Hey buddy, just heard from Jake, we've gotta switch over to Size 4s, an urgent order just came in' said Eric. 'For fuck's sake, can't they just stick to the plan for a week for once?' moaned Tom. Eric nodded. 'I know mate, I'll go get the paper ready, you finish up this pallet and stop the machine' said Eric. Tom gave him the thumbs up and a tired smile. 'Hang in there Tom, if you'd like you can come over mine for a few beers in my garage tonight' winked Eric walking off.

Tom was quite surprised, he and Eric used to go out to town after work for a couple of pints but had never actually been to Eric's place. Tom thought about what he should wear. For such a good pair of friends, they both led very different lives outside of work. Eric would often skateboard with friends, play electric guitar, smoke blunts and the like whilst Tom enjoyed his own company, drawing, playing video games and attending conventions around the country. Tom remembered the first time Eric came over to his place he found Tom's Keyblade and had a fun time swinging it around and talking Kingdom Hearts for a while, playing Tekken 3. They both found a lot of respect for eachother's lifestyles.

After work Eric had to hurry off, but he texted Tom his address and told him to come around about 8pm. This gave Tom plenty of time to decide what to wear, settling on his favourite black shirt with rolled up sleeves, blue jeans and white trainers. It felt casual but a bit stylish. Tom set off to find Eric's house, eventually finding it. He knocked on the garage door and shortly after it swung up revealing Eric still in his work shirt but sporting shorts rather than the work cargo trousers everyone was provided.

'Ah, welcome in Squire!' said Eric, stepping aside and beckoning for him to come in. Tom chuckled and went in, finding a seat. Eric would often speak in silly voices at work, often calling Tom 'Squire' and making sentences that rhymed with the word, like desire, fire, drier, etc. For Tom it was a big reason why he loved Eric so much. 'Ooooh, you're dressed up all nice tonight Tommy!' said Eric looking him up and down, then proceeding to his chair where he'd put his guitar, sitting down, placing the guitar on his lap and sparking up a cigarette. 'Oh yeah drinks are in the fridge, help yourself' said Eric, pointing to the fridge on Tom's left. Tom looked inside, found a couple of Tyskies and shut the door, putting one on the table next to Eric. Eric looked up from his guitar strumming, smiled and said 'Cheers buddy!'. Tom found a seat, opened his can and sighed, taking a sip. Still strumming away, connecting some choice notes, Eric looked to Tom. 'What's up mate?' asked Eric. Tom shrugged his shoulders. 'Same shit, different day at work really isn't it?' asked Tom. Eric nodded in sad agreement. 'Oh, did you talk to Jake about training to become an operator on the machines?' asked Eric. 'Yeah, but he said they're busy training Jovanie at the moment, when he's all trained up they might see about finally getting me trained up!' said Tom sarcastically. 'You've been at the company 9 months now, right?' asked Eric, to which Tom nodded. 'It's a fucking joke man, you came along, they went and made Vince an operator, he left, Terry came and got trained, now he's a fucking knob and now they're passing you over again for Jovanie. It's bullshit!' said Eric. Tom took another sip of his drink. 'Yeah, I mean being an assistant is fine but it just sucks getting passed over for a job so many times. I had enough of that back at the food factory I was in a few years back' said Tom. Eric nodded and strummed away thoughtfully.

'Tom, I really want to teach you how to be an operator, trouble is we just never get the time. We both work hard, we both know this' said Eric, looking to Tom. 'Yeah, don't we fucking know it. Sorry I didn't bring my notebook if you're gonna give me some pointers now' said Tom, looking out the garage window, taking a drink. 'Well I've got an idea, but you'd need to call in sick tomorrow' said Eric absent-mindedly, looking out the same window. 'Oh yeah, why?' asked Tom expecting a good reason. 'Because I'll need you inside me' said Eric, strumming dramatically. Tom spat his drink out in shock and coughed, Eric looked to his friend and cackled. 'What the fuck Eric?!' shouted Tom, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and looking to Eric in disbelief. 'Well think about it buddy, I know you like me and honestly I like you too' said Eric, looking Tom dead in the eyes. It was true, Tom did like Eric a lot, he was decently built, dark haired and bearded with the perkiest ass he'd seen on a man, plus he kept him laughing through the tough shifts, but never did he expect an actual invitation like that.

'I mean, what good will that do? What, I sleep with you one night and you put in a good word to Jake for me?' asked Tom. Eric took a drag of his cigarette and shook his head. 'Nah man, it's like this. You helped me out a lot the past couple of months. When we met, you asked if I was ok, I said no and you heard me out, about Tony, about what I was going through and believe me I'm doing a lot better for it' began Eric. 'And I'm glad you're alright mate, but what's this got to do with anything?' asked Tom. Eric sat his guitar down and turned to face Tom. 'Something Tony used to say to me was 'Real Recognises Real'. And I see that in you. You're a genuine, good guy Tom, just not a lot of people see that in you. You work hard but those fake twats at work overlook you' said Eric. 'So what, we're meant to bond that way over that?' asked Tom. Eric shook his head. 'Tony was really special to me. He taught me a lot and helped me in some dark times, and you're doing the same for me, I'm a lot better than I was 4 months ago, and I want to help you' said Eric, stubbing out his cigarette and taking off his shirt. Tom looked away blushing, just what the hell was going on right now. 'Come on Tommy boy, clothes off' called Eric. Tom dared to look and there stood Eric in his nude splendor. 'Oh… shit…' said Tom nervously, looking away. Eric walked over to Tom and put his hands on his shoulders. 'Trust me mate, you'll enjoy this, hell I think you secretly are already' said Eric, looking at Tom's crotch. Tom looked down and sure enough he could see he was tenting. 'Fuck me, what the hell is happening?' asked Tom, wondering if he was actually having a fever dream right now.

'Choice is yours mate, I don't do this for just anyone. Don't keep me waiting too long, floor's cold' said Eric, walking over to the wall on the other side of the garage and placing his hands on it. Tom looked over at his friend, after a moment's hesitation he decided. 'Oh fuck it' said Tom, proceeding to strip. Both naked, Eric looked back at Tom, taking him in standing at full mast. 'Damn my guy, you've been hiding, huh?' asked Eric, chuckling. Tom walked over, shaking his head. He placed his right hand on Eric's right shoulder, and Tom heard a squeaking rubbery sound and saw his hand was beginning to sink into Eric's shoulder blade. Tom whipped his hand back. 'What the fuck?!' asked Tom, checking his hand. 'It's alright Squire, you'll know what to do' said Eric reassuringly. Curious, Tom placed his right hand back on Eric's right shoulder and the rubbery sound returned and Tom's hand began to sink into his shoulder. Eric began to moan a little as Tom pushed his hand further into Eric's shoulder and down his right arm. Tom began to feel a sense of euphoria as he saw his own arm sliding further in, their muscle masses combining. Tom couldn't quite believe this was possible, but he took a little joy in moving their right arm, flexing it a little. 'Keep going buddy, don't stop!' called Eric. Tom nodded and proceeded to place his left hand on Eric's left shoulder, slipping it on like a long glove. Now their arms were on the wall with Tom standing just behind Eric. 'Damn this is nuts' laughed Tom, resting his chin on their right shoulder, seeing Eric had also gone full hard-on. 'Yeah, but it feels good doesn't it?' asked Eric breathing heavily. Next Tom lifted his right leg and placed it on the back of Eric's upper right leg, it began to sink in almost like stepping into treacle. Once that leg had swelled up, he placed in the left one and all that was left was Tom's head, neck and body. 'Ok, are you ready buddy?' asked Tom. Eric nodded. 'Fuck yeah, buddy!' replied Eric. Tom looked down and positioned his dick between Eric's butt cheeks and began to fuck his way in. Eric started laughing. 'Oh fuck yeah, you know what I like!' called Eric as Tom felt his lower body and torso slipping in. 'Just a sec Tommy' said Eric, and he guided their right hand to make sure that Tom's dick slid nicely into his, stretching it out and making it longer and girthier. Tom could feel it too and felt an orgasmic feeling rush over him, this was ecstasy. 'Yeah we're gonna have some fun with this, ready for the head?' asked Eric. Tom took a breath and proceeded to move his forehead into the back of Eric's head. It slid easily in and with a loud noise like the snapping of spandex, the squeaking stopped and there they stood, a slightly more muscular Eric panting as he shot their load through their shared dick. Eric shuddered and looked up, smirking. 'You alright in there Squire?' asked Eric, feeling his friend inside his mind. He walked over to a mirror and they could see that while they still had Eric's face, their body had toned up rather nicely, Tom was a bit of a skinny guy so the extra muscle wasn't too out of place for Eric. Also Eric had some blonde highlights on his fringe, likely from Tom's hair. 'Damn, we're looking great!' cried Tom inside his mind. Eric nodded. 'Yeah, I know, and the night's just starting. You've got a lot to learn, but you get why I told you to write in sick tomorrow. I'll be showing you how to do the operator's job first hand' said Eric, finishing checking himself out and heading over to try on Tom's clothes. They slipped on quite nicely, if a bit tight.

'Yeah buddy, you know I've always liked your dress sense. It's a good look for us' said Eric, heading back to the mirror to check out how Tom's clothes look on him. 'Yeah, this is gonna be so good. How did you learn to do this man?' asked Tom. Eric looked into his own eyes in the mirror, intently looking to Tom's eyes behind them and smiled. 'That'll be my little secret, Squire' he said, winking and giving their even perkier ass a squeeze. Tom and Eric enjoyed their night together enthralled by their new honesty and willingness to explore themselves within the comfort of themselves, and the next day Tom got to knowing exactly how to operate the machine at work with Eric's knowledge through his eyes and hands. After work they returned to Eric's garage and through those same immense sensations they felt when Tom climbed in, Tom was able to climb out of Eric. They both put their clothes back on and turned to face each other. 'Fucking hell man, that was amazing!' said Tom, looking at his friend with the biggest smile and admiration. Eric returned the smile and nodded his head. 'When you're working with Jovanie next week, don't show him up too much, ok?' Eric winked, playfully knocking Tom on his jaw. 'Thanks for all this, it's been amazing. I'd be so down for doing this again some time' said Tom giving him a thumbs up. Eric walked over and hugged him. 'You're so worth it buddy, and I love you so fucking much' Eric said, he pulled back and kissed Tom on the lips. Eric opened the garage door for Tom and waved him off. Tom began his journey home excited to start the next week of work, whilst Eric sat back down, picked up his guitar and finally opened that can of Tyskie.

#transformation #gay #workmate #rubber #jockification #alcohol

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dingochef · 1 year

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary:

Another day, another stupid man to deal with. You run into a familiar face when you go to meet up with the face and person that's been on your mind all day.

Masterlist

Chapter 4

Chapter 5: Nancy Drew and the Instagram Account

You start your Sunday early to beat the sun and the heat. Your cycling group is meeting up on the San Diego waterfront just as the sun rises. The day is clear and just a bit crisp. You revel in the chill now as it will heat up soon, especially with the hilly route on deck for today. The ride starts easily with the Bay Shore Bikeway up to La Jolla then it heats up with a trip to the top of Mount Soledad, the ride down is fast enough that you can feel the moisture in your eyes being wicked away by the arid dry air. The rest of the course skirts around the eastern edges and suburbs of San Diego. After a few stops for water and some snacks to keep you energized, the ride winds down at about 2 pm where you started. You start packing away some of your gear and sit to change your shoes to get on the ferry. As you're tying the laces on your shoes, a shadow looms over you.

“Elsa, how’s it going?”

Bill asks. Of course it’s Bill, he does this every time the group meets.

“I was wondering if you’d like to get dinner with me tonight, like a date?”

Bill is nice, but he’s also a good 20 years older than you and more like your father than is comfortable in the dating scene.

“Sorry Bill, answer’s still the same, no. Besides I have plans tonight,” the thought of Jake brings an unconscious smile to your lips.

“Come on, Elsa, you’ve got to give in sometime, I’m just trying to be a nice guy. It’s just one date, I’ll cook you dinner at my house, a little wine, it’ll be a nice night. You gotta say yes.”

You sigh, knowing that what is going to come out your mouth next is going to make the next meet up the group awkward as fuck, but you can deal with akward.

“Bill, how many times have you asked me out?”

He shrugs,

“A lot, I guess.”

“And I always say no. What makes you keep asking when you get the same answer? That’s the literal definition of insanity.”

“I figure persistence pays off and besides I’m a nice guy, give me a chance.”

“Bill, the answer today, tomorrow, and every time in the future is going to be no. N. O. I don’t want to date some overbearing guy who has no respect for what I say and what boundaries I draw. Being a “nice guy” doesn’t entitle you to a date.”

By this time others in the cycling group are starting to notice the exchange. Millie, who is a retired Navy Captain, steps over to see what’s going on.

“Jeez, Elsa, you don’t have to be such a bitch about it.”

“Bill, if you think this is me being a bitch, buckle up buttercup, you haven’t seen anything yet. I can’t help that your sense of language comprehension and pattern recognition is that of a four-year old, you sad old man. No means no. We’re done here.”

You start to walk your bike towards the ferry terminal and Millie runs over to catch up.

“You okay?” she asks, giving you a side hug.

“Yeah, just tired of dealing with Bill’s bullshit week after week. I just want to come ride and hang out with friends. Not ward off old dudes trying to get into my pants.”

“We’ll take care of it, Bill’s out of the group, easy peasy,”

Millie says. Millie is one of the founding members of the cycling group and part of a kick-ass group of older retired military women who deal with exactly zero shit from anyone.

“Thanks, Millie, I appreciate that. I gave him so many outs, but he kept coming back into the danger zone.”

She shrugs,

“Some people are just dumb. You did good back there. Do you need anyone to see you home in case he gets weird about it?”

“No, keep him occupied for about 15 minutes while I get on the ferry and I’ll be good.”

You give Millie a hug and wave goodbye as you get on your bike to ride the last little distance to the ferry. When you get home you jump into the shower to rinse all of the day’s gross parts off, real and metaphorical.

As you're getting out of the shower you hear your phone ding:

Lydia: So you and Hangman, becoming a thing? A baseball game (glad you found a dork that likes baseball) and dinner at what I know is your favorite restaurant (the tapas place in the Gaslamp Quarter.) It's like you’re putting your best moves on him.

You: I'm not putting my moves on him, you and I both know I have exactly zero moves. He offered up the baseball game as amends for being a jackass the other night at the bar. I was hungry after the game so I invited him along.

Lydia: Liar. Liar. Pants on fire! 🔥 You asked him on the dinner date. I pressed him for the deets when he mentioned going to the Padres game that I saw on your Instagram. And he crumbled like a lovesick fool. Between asking for your number and him coming back practically skipping and whistling I figured it out.

You: Alright, Nancy Drew, Girl Detective you got it right. It was Colonel Mustard in the library with a wrench.

Lydia: What are you even talking about?

You: How have you never played a game of Clue?

You: Nevermind.

Lydia: So…..how was he in the sack? These Navy guys are fucking built.

You: We only made it to my porch.

Lydia: Ooh, outdoor sex. Adventurous.

You: Not that! We just had some really nice kissing that ventured into a bit of heavy petting. And then I said good night.

Lydia: Right. And you have plans with him tonight. You like like him!

You: How did you know about that?

Lydia: The walls here are hilariously thin. You can hear everything that happens here.

You: So Jake mentioned. How was that mustache ride?

Lydia: De-fucking-lightful. 10/10 would highly recommend.

You: I'll remember that yelp review when I'm in search of a mustache ride which will be…..never. Seriously, what's up with the stache? Did he lose a bet?

Lydia: Didn't come (heh heh) up in conversation.

You: You are the worst. Talk to you later, remember to keep hydrated with all the sexing you’re doing.

Lydia: Smooches & Byeeee!

You shake your head at the conversation you just had with Lydia. Before you put your phone down you text Jake to set up the now infamous drink date tonight.

You: So, we still on for drinks tonight? How does 7 at the Hard Deck sound?

You don’t expect a reply right away and put your phone on the charger and head over to the couch with a giant jug of water and make plans to watch some TV and chill for the rest of the afternoon. Somewhere, around an hour later when you've already watched two documentaries on WWII aircraft your phone dings. In what can be described as an all out sprint you rush to your phone.

Jake: That sounds like a date. See you there. Maybe this time I'll get to buy you more than one drink, (my turn.)

You: See you then.

It's about 4 pm now, which gives you enough time to whip up a nice curry for dinner and still have time to gussy up for your date. This is actually date date.

Getting ready to go out has become more of a challenge than you anticipated. You've pulled out every dress you own and rejected each one twice. You're looking for that "Oh just drinks, you just threw on whatever to come here." Your goal is effortless grace, not "I totally overthinked every aspect of my appearance and maybe had a slight panic attack." In frustration you call Lydia, breathlessly shouting out as soon as she answers,

"You actually have fashion sense, what should I wear?"

The cackle comes out of the phone speaker first and then her reply,

"Just drinks, riiight. You’re actually trying to impress him aren't you? This is adorable, Elsa has found someone to melt her frozen heart or other parts."

She snorts at her own terrible joke and you can practically hear her eyebrows rising up and down on her forehead.

"Don't overthink it like you usually do. Wear the magenta dress with the nice flowy skirt. It'll be easy to get off later."

There's a muffled male voice in the background saying something like "Come back to bed, baby."

"Are you still at Rooster's? How are you not chafed or unable to walk?"

"No, we actually ventured out for some beach time and came back to mine, a whole lot more privacy. By the way, I might have heard a certain someone moaning another person's name last night when he presumably was taking care of his blue balls courtesy of you. Well, have fun, do something I would do, Byeeee!"

You, for some reason, follow Lydia's advice and wear the suggested dress. Wearing a bra with this dress is impossible due to the plunging back. Lydia knew exactly what she was doing when she suggested this particular dress. Scanning your underwear drawer you spot a pair of black lace boy shorts that you know make your ass look really good. After setting a light curl into your dark brown, almost black hair, you leave it down to cascade down your shoulders and back. Minimal make-up, you're always going for the natural look, but for some reason you pick a darker magenta shade of lipstick that complements the dress. You grab a light sweater and your purse and you're out the door. The walk over to the Hard Deck is nice and cool and calming. The butterflies in your stomach start to flutter as you approach the door and it hits you that you actually want to impress him tonight. It's an exhilarating and terrifying concept at the same time, what are you getting yourself into?

You don't really have time to delve into your brain after that idea as I've arrived at the Hard Deck. You push open the door and pull your sweater off. Despite it being a Sunday night the place is pleasantly buzzing with a steady hum of voices and glasses clinking together and onto tabletops around the bar. You scan the crowd and don't spot Jake anywhere so you make your way up to the bar. At the bar there's is a familiar bomber jacket and black head of hair.

"As I live and breathe, it's Maverick. And in one piece,"

You say as you sit on the open bar stool next to him. He's halfway through a swig of beer when he turns and makes the connection that it’s you sitting next to him.

"Elsa! What brings you to this place?"

"Meeting a friend for a drink."

Penny comes over and asks,

"The usual?"

You nod yes. Maverick says,

“Put that on my tab, I owe this gal a drink for stepping in as my temporary guardian angel."

Penny looks a bit confused at the statement but shrugs and goes to make your drink.

"I should be asking you the same thing, what brings you down to North Island? I thought you were just going to carry on at the Skunk Works."

He takes a swig of his beer and shrugs, "The usual pissed off an Admiral. They weren't overly impressed with me breaking "the project" apart." He uses air quotes to reference the Darkstar hypersonic stealth jet you were both working on and he was serving as the test pilot.

"I'm teaching at Top Gun for a few weeks. While the Navy decides your fate for me."

He leans over to whisper,

"Thank you for saving my life, there's no other reason I'm alive other than your life pod."

"How did it perform?" you ask quietly.

"Like riding a mattress down and landing on a marshmallow, so perfectly. Next time can you get it to drop me off near civilization rather in the middle of an orange grove near Fresno?"

You laugh,

"Jeez, so needy, not only do I save your life and give you a gentle ride back to earth, you want door to door service. I'll see what I can do."

You glance over to the door to see Jake coming through the door; he instantly scans the crowd and locks in on you. You catch his eyes and then turn back to Maverick and say,

"I'd love to get together to pick your brain on other impressions on "the project". Thanks for the drink. I’m glad you’re alive."

You lean in to hug Maverick.

Your drink has appeared on the bar and by the time Jake has jostled his way through the crowd to the bar you can see that the expression on his face has turned from that panty dropper smile to confusion and a bit of jealousy.

He swaggers up to the bar and gives you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Both Maverick and Jake are looking at each other confused and startled.

"Hey, Captain, didn't think you'd be back here after the other night." Jake says with that patented smirk.

Maverick winks and says,

"I like the company and the scenery."

He nods his head towards Penny. You cock your head with a questioning look. Maverick sheepishly replies,

"We have a complicated…history.".

Jake asks, his signature smirk in full force,

"How do you know Elsa or are you hitting on women who are half your age and out of your league, now?"

Chapter 6

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pippastrelle · 12 days

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Bulletpoint liveblog of C3E91 let's go!

Second half: Crown Keepers

Oh, is this where the Crownkeepers come in? I heard that. Haha I always wonder what it's like at the studio hiding the fact that, like, Robbie is there.

AABRIA! God, I want to know how her hair and makeup is done. It's so different and so cool nearly every time I see her. She's got such style.

Moment to appreciate the music they play during the art reel at the end of the break.

CROWNKEEPERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! I actually never fully watched Kymal so the bunny woman was a surprise XD

The collaborativeness is nice, asking Anjali about her sister.

ahahaha god this platform. DON'T WHIPLASH MY EMOTIONS LIKE THIS! I'M CRYING OVER ORYM AND ALL!

….Me not having watched Kymal might confuse me for the next two hours.

Black lipstick will never not get me. Aimee.

Is Dorian going to reply to Orym's message??????

Good on Matt for starting off.

(Pleeeeease may they say this woman's name). Her character's Morrighan. Whoa, a champion of the Matron of Ravens.

The Crownkeepers have been having a real swell time.

(Fy'ra Rai has always been a great name to say). So, sent by the Wildmother to protect them.

Aww, Dorian feeling some consequences of his avoidance.

From an above-table perspective, I'm surprised they're all feeling so lost? I wonder if it was planned and if Aabria's going to suddenly give them a direction, or if they're reticent to set too much in stone?

OPAL'S BETRAYER GOD CHAMPION DESIGN IS SO SICK; I LOVE IT!

Sleep as an exhausting void… Creepy.

"Can I hear him?" "Make a wisdom save." Terrifying. "Shouting at you while running backwards." What a description.

I do love Opal, too. Such a situation but still trying to retain that image of her.

"We gotta get these chuckles out not." Whimper in terrified player.

I love Aabria's GM-ing in a lot of other things (ACOFAF is S-tier), but I think this highlights why I found EXU Prime harder to get into. The Crownkeepers tend to lack a motivating goal from the off-set, making it a bit hard for me to figure what they're trying to do and why.

Still, starting off with PVP might be the wakeup!

HA! Matt Mercer doing the ad read. Love it.

Spider Queen is intimidating and poor, poor Opal.

Holy shit, Opal's raising into the air and burning the forest. Hahaha make Aimee choose which friend to destroy. Awwww forcing her into PvP!

Goddddddd Aabria is the Betrayer God here.

Black eyessssssss. Magic second set of arms.

God, imagine being Aimee rn.

27 on initiative??????

THE DARIAX ROLLS RETURN!

At least Opal can communicate her panic.

HASTE ON OPAL???? HA! VENMO TO HASTE THE ENEMY!

The Dariax rolls balance Morrighan's.

Aw, sweet with Morrighan and Opal whispering telepathically.

Amazing image of stone cold Opal in contrast.

I like how Matt and Aabria pop in with lessons for the others. Nice to see players propping each other up.

CRYSTAL RAPIER? NICE!

"She's just a little guy."

Absolutely fair, seeing weird shit for your Betrayer God Champion friend and just wanting to knock her the fuck out.

Kind of Anjali to tally up the numbers as they roll.

Eeeeeek, ripping a rapier down her thigh.

OPAL DOESN'T TAKE THE DAMAGE????? IS THAT A REACTION OR????

TED!

Hahaha "if Opal did crossfit".

(I googled it. Morrighan is played Erica.)

Oh christ Ted's helping. I wonder how much Morrighan knows about Ted.

"NONONO STOP!" as verbal component for Shield is fantastic.

I don't trust that this is Ted?? Does Ted know Opal's fucked right now??

"Why's the first thing you do drawing blood?" Well, because it's D&D.

Haste lets you go get a hotdog from Arby's. Vax knew this well.

Aabria's English accent is so American-version-of-English but I like how it sounds anyway.

Let the ashhole return, cowards!

Yeah, Robbie, this is a weird situation. Dorian's just choking on his flute. Yeah, trying to restrain Opal is a good plan. NO! NAT 20 minus 1 + 4 plus 13. Aimee/Opal, go! Get! It!

Nice, Aabria, failing forward is a lesson we can all incorporate.

NAT ONE PLUS 13?? ROBBIE! Cannot catch a break.

T_T Fy'ra being betrayyyyyed again. Ooh, very very cool from Anjali calling for a flashback.

(We still never got the response to Orym. Has that happened yet or it that going to be the bookend? I'm curious what this is going to mean for the actual campaign. It's a really fun idea to bring in another GM for a section. Sure, more Actual PlayTM than homegame but Matt at least gets to play.)

Haha Anjali welcome to the DM club! I know about this from the Ginny Di video. Anjali DMed an official lego game.

Can they free Opal?

Ohhh. The Wildmother wants this? Am I misunderstanding? Shit.

They can't separate Opal from the crown.

Love how different people set their dice.

Never take advice from GM Aabria :P

Holy shit these guys roll high.

I hardly ever see people take the dodge action.

I do like Opal a lot.

So the Spider Queen is just trying to full take over Opal. I wonder if Teven or the other Betrayer God Champion had this sort of thing happen.

GO AWAY FOREVER??? THEIR MOTHER DID THIS TO OPAL AND TED?? Evalux? A splinter group? I'M SO CONFUSED AND INTRIGUED! THE BEACON'S INVOLVED??? How tf did they get it in Byroden? So there's a splinter of Luxon followers who split themselves in one life instead? God, I hope the main cast get to watch this.

…..And Opal has no memory of it. Will we ever get this information?

Erica continues to roll like a god.

The turns have felt both long and fast. I've still got, like, an hour and a half.

I love how Matt describes/contextualises things, even as a player.

HA! CYRUS IS HERE?!

ROLL PERFORMANCE FOR HANDJOB

A 7!!!!!

Bless is good. Dariax panicking is great.

XD God initiative takes a long time in a big group.

THE ROLLS! THE DARIAX ROLLS!

Ah! Dariax is a bard! Yeah! So cuuuute for the Double Ds. "THE PERFORMING ARTS IS WORTH IT!"

So. All of them are blind in the darkness. Awesome, awesome move, Aimee.

Hahhahahahaha right. Warlock. No spell slots.

XD It's such a long game. No loo breaks.

SQUIRREL SPIDER FTW

Gotta love Cyrus. "NO DON'T SHOOT!" The himbo persists.

….Matt, what did you get for the WIS save?

PALADIN COMES IN FOR THE SAVE!

Hahahaha "that could can see". Okay. Blind mistystep? …..I'm sure 8 will get it.

Aww, attacking your friend's going to leave a bad taste in your mouth. Lay on Hands is good.

I appreciate Aabria's helpfulness as a GM.

Fy'ra good teammate.

Opal, again, is amazing. I love how she tackles such complex things in her very Her way. Preserves drama and humour in her self-absorbtion.

I wonder how Opal washes her hair under that crown?

Well, some allowance for fighting when Opal attacked them? Obvs harder emotionally than logically.

Aww everyone got to see the memory of Opal and Morrighan bonding.

HA! LOVE FY'RA BEING COMMANDER!

Dorian is forever clanking with all the instruments he carries. T_T 9 to dispel fails. Good plan though. Until back into the darkness he goes.

I like the idea of going back to the Crownkeepers, especially as a perspective on Opal and Dorian, but I'm two hours into this section and still don't quite get the full significance of it. Which is a shame. I still have faith, but I think this encounter would be more enjoyable if I understood better why we were seeing it in the Bell's Hells campaign.

I've always respected Opal/Aimee going in on being the asshole sister. Getting to see that perspective.

The gem flashbacks are cool.

"We can both be coins." "And we're richer for it!" Amazing. Great pun. Love Fy'ra. Love Ted coaching Opal.

Max offering blind Dariax up on a plate. Respect.

I LOVE MATT AS DARIAX! SO FUNNY!

Con sorcerer is smart.

Aabria has no luck against Dariax.

I'm sure that 9 WIS will help perception.

BARDIC COMES IN CLUTCH!

DIMENSION DOOR IS A BONUS ACTION?!

I. Love. Opal. Aimee plays her and her struggles and her relationships with everyone so well and nuanced. Dariax is a well-done character too. Real even behind the humour.

I leapt too, Aimee. Holy shit what the fuck, Spider Queen?

(Fuck you, Twitch, for skipping, my god).

Oh god, Cyrus, don't die.

Nooooo, Dariax. Living nightmares. Him and Dorian seeing their nightmares.

Spider Queen Opal wtf.

Pick up next week? Huh. I… am confused by this. Interesting encounter. I liked the drama between the Crown Keepers. But, again, I don't understand the significance for the Bell's Hells? So I reckon next week will be first half Crown Keepers, second half Bell's Hells. Huh. Interesting episode. It was fun, though I really don't deny still being on the edge of my seat to find out what's happening with the BH.

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Best Friends Forever

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: these two are the cutest... except when first lady is terrorizing him

Synopsis: You just can’t live without your best friend Urban

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader, Best Friend!Urban Wyatt x Reader

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It was around 10 in the morning and it had been peacefully quiet throughout the house.

You were getting antsy and you were now ready to strike wanting to have some company.

You opened Urban’s door to see him sound asleep and knew that it was time for you to make your move.

“Urby..” You whispered and not getting a response back, you yelled a little louder.

“Urban!”

Still nothing.

You then took it upon yourself to get a running start and flop down on top of Urban earning a groan from him.

“Y/N! Seriously?!”

“URBANNNNN good morning bestie!”

“What the... what the hell do you want?”

“Is that how you greet your best friend?” You said making your face go into a pout.

“Yes it is when her screams kept me up half the night from her extra curricular activities with her husband. I just went to sleep it seems like.”

“Oops, sorry not sorry. But, I gotta get you some noise canceling headphones for all your troubles. You take it like a champ.”

“Like I have a choice.” Urban responded by rolling his eyes and looking up at you.

“It’s 10 am and we have things to do so get up.”

“It’s my off day and I’m not moving. And no, I went to sleep at 7.” Urban tried to move you to the side in order to put the comforter over his head, but you quickly snatched it away from him.

“Excuse me? Since when?! And that’s the time Jack left.”

“Since now and no wonder why I was able to fall asleep. He wasn’t around to rearrange your guts.”

“BUT URBANNNNNN YOU PROMISED!”

“What did I promise?” Urban was now sitting up and threw his head back against the headboard.

“That you would go shopping with me today!” It was rare that you had off days so you were determined to take advantage of it.

“Did you ask me that when I was high?”

“Dude, you’re like high 90% of the time. How am I supposed to know? Anyway, get up and get ready.”

“Nuh uh, drag your husband when he comes back.”

“I can’t he’s busy somewhere finalizing stuff for tour so you’ve been promoted. I don’t know how long he’s going to be.”

“Neelam?”

“Nope. Busy with Jack.”

“Saweetie?”

“Nope, in Cali.”

“Brandi?”

“Nope. Visting family in Florida.”

“2fo?”

“So he can complain the entire time?”

“Shloob?”

“All he’s going to want to do is sit down and not help me carry any bags.”

“Quiiso?”

“He’s mad at me because I drank his milkshake the other day.”

“Ace Pro?”

“Nope. Busy.”

“Nemo?”

“Nope, he’s with Jack.”

All Urban did was sigh before massaging his temples.

“Damn, don’t look so depressed. We’re going to have fun!”

“You are about to have me out ALL damn day. You say we’ll be done by 4, but you’ll have me out until midnight.”

“What’s wrong with that?! Y/N and Urban get some bestie time!”

“On one condition.”

“Sure! Name it!”

“You have to buy me those headphones, TODAY.”

“Say less!”

Urban was dressed and ready to go downstairs while you were nowhere to be found. Which he wasn’t surprised by.

“Y/N!!!! You have five minutes to get your ass down here before I leave you!”

“You are just like my husband, IMPATIENT!”

“WELL HURRY UP!”

“DON’T YOU YELL AT ME, WYATT!”

“IMMA KEEP YELLING IF YOUR ASS DOESN’T COME ON!”

It was another twenty minutes before you came down the steps dressed and ready to go.

Urban simply rolled his eyes at you.

“You took all that time to only put that outfit on?”

“I can change and take even longer if it’s a problem.”

“I would’ve thought your ass was getting ready for the grammy’s because you took so long.”

“I love you too, Urby. Let’s go, you’re driving.”

“Wait a minute, you invite me and I have to drive?”

“Yes, you know I can barely see over the steering wheel and you and Jack always be screaming your heads off when I drive anyway.”

“Because you reckless as hell! Bumping into curbs and shit! Last week, you ran a red light!”

“Well, the curb shouldn’t have been there! AND THAT LIGHT WAS YELLOW!”

“Just.... get your ass in the car.”

---

“Y/N!!!”

“Yes, bestie whom I loveee so much?”

“How many more stores?!?! My arms are tired of carrying all your shit!”

“Keep in mind, it’s not all my shit, I bought stuff for you too!”

“Y/N.... I have 2 bags.... you have almost 14.....”

“Urby, I do not see the problem. And, I got your headphones!”

“Just... are we done yet?”

“Nope, one last thing I have to get for hubby and then we’re done and we can go find him and bother him too.”

“Please, because I can only take your ass in doses.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up. You love me and you have since you met me.”

“Who lied to you?!”

“Urban! I will hide the weed! Behave yourself! I’ll spray you with my spray bottle like I do my puppies when they act up!”

“Oh, so now I’m one of your pets?!”

“Seems like it. You and Jack are. I’m paying for 14 children and not 12.”

“Y/N!! The least you can do is feed me!”

“Later! When we’re done.”

Urban promptly took out his phone and dialed Jack on Facetime who picked up on the third ring. While he was distracted, you made your way to one of your favorite stores.

“Hey, Urb.”

“SAVE ME!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“YOUR WIFE IS WHAT’S WRONG.”

“Oh shit. She dragged you shopping with her didn’t she?”

“Hmm, how can you tell?!?”

“Did she at least buy you something?”

“Yes, but that’s not the point... Y/N! Y/N! NO! GET AWAY FROM THE PET STORE! NO!”

“Oh fuck. What the hell is she doing now?”

“Being a damn terror! Y/N, don’t you dare look at me like that! Get your ass back here! Your short legs can only carry you so far!”

“I CAN’T LOOK?!”

“NO! I HAVE JACK ON FACETIME! NO!”

You then made a beeline for Urban and snatched his phone away from him.

“Hi baby!”

“Hi mamas, are you behaving yourself?” Jack asked and all you did was smile.

“Of course I am!” You replied while smiling back at him.

“No she’s not! She has 14 bags!” You then turned and stuck out your tongue at Urban.

“Stick it out again and I’ll cut it off.”

“BABY! What did you buy?!”

“Stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Uhh... stuff I need. And I’m getting you more cologne and then I’ll be done so me and Urban can come and bother you and I have to feed him.”

“Mamas, stay away from the pet store.”

“But...”

“Y/N... what did I say?”

You let out a huff and rolled your eyes before answering.

“Fine. But, can we get a parakeet?”

“NO. WE HAVE ENOUGH PETS.”

“You can never have enough pets. What about a hamster?”

“Y/N... baby girl... no.”

“Hmm, I’ll just ask Maggie to convince you.”

“WHAT?!”

“I love you, see you soon. Byeeeee.”

“I love you too and behave yourself.”

“No promises!”

You hung up and handed Urban his phone back and slowly turned to face the pet store.

You tried to run before Urban caught you with one hand around your waist.

“That’s it. We’re leaving.”

“But...”

“Nope, we’ll get the cologne and apparently, I have to carry you to make sure you don’t run away.”

“But, I can walk!”

“You are worse than a damn toddler. I need to get you one of those backpacks with the leash on it!”

“I’m not even that bad!”

“Says who?!”

The two of you were now with Jack as he was rehearsing for his upcoming tour.

You and Urban were in the corner cracking jokes and smoking the blunt you had forgotten that you had put in your purse for the two of you earlier.

“I still can’t believe you caught me with one hand!”

“Because Jack was going to have my ass if you went into that pet store.”

“I can always buy it and keep it at Neelam’s house without him knowing.”

“Without me knowing what?!” Jack asked as he looked at you and raised his eyebrows.

“Um, nothing.” You quickly responded before taking a sip of your tea.

“Urban.... what did she say?”

Urban looked at you before saying anything and you shook your head no before looking back at Jack.

“Umm...”

“Urb...”

“She’s going to buy more pets and keep them at Neelam’s house.”

“TRAITOR!” You responded while crossing your arms and pouting.

“Y/N... if I find out you bought another damn animal....”

“I didn’t! I promise!”

“Imma have your ass if I find out you’re lying.”

“But, I’m not! Ask Urban!”

“Only reason why she didn’t buy anything is because I caught her when she tried to run into the pet store and dragged her away from it.”

“BABY! I told you to behave!”

“But, I am!”

“That is not behaving. You be putting Urb through it.”

“FINALLY SOMEONE ELSE SEES IT!”

“He’s my best friend that comes with the territory. His shit is my shit and vice versa.”

“Nah, it seems like everything is your shit and you just drag me along for the ride.”

“And your ass always say yes and goes along with it, so you aren’t any better.”

“Your wife can fight, need I say more?”

“Well I’m almost done and Y/N.... you about to get it later for being a terror all day.”

“But I didn’t do anything!”

“Your ass is always up to no good.” Jack responded before walking away from the two of you.

“OOH Urban! Let me braid your hair!”

“What?!”

“Pleaseeeee!”

Urban looked over at Jack to see him mouthing the words ‘Just let her do it’ and he complied in order to keep you occupied.

“Fine.”

“Okay, just sit there and I’ll do it!”

Surprisingly, Urban sat there and didn’t make a fuss as he smoked his blunt and let you do his hair.

“Don’t make them too small so I can’t get them out.”

“I won’t. I’ll help you take them out anyway.”

Neelam was next to Jack and she looked over at the two of you while shaking her head.

“Those two can’t function without each other as much as she terrorizes him.” Neelam said while laughing as she looked over to see you slapping away Urban’s hand as he was trying to see how much hair was left.

“They definitely can’t. At least I know he’ll protect her just as much as I will.”

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y/ninsta: best friend appreciation post I loveeee you urbanwyatt. thank you for spending quality time with me today 🥺💕

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta you only love me because I bought you that seafood boil you wanted and you didn't even share 🙄

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt LIES I did share!

jackharlow: y/ninsta baby you threw him a shrimp and one potato 😭😭

y/ninsta: jackharlow that means I shared!!

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta that's okay. imma get your ass. don't go to sleep.

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt what you mean don't go to sleep!?! JACKKKKKKK!!!!! URBAN TRYNA KILL YOUR WIFEEEEE!!!!! 🙃

jackharlow: y/ninsta it’s payback for you being a terror all day

y/ninsta: jackharlow I wasn’t a terror! I was on my best behavior! 😇

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta I literally had to catch you from running away from me into the pet store

neelamthadhani: lmaooooo y/ninsta you know better than to buy any more pets!

y/ninsta: neelamthadhani I just wanted to look!

jackharlow: neelamthadhani she wants to buy them and keep them at your house

neelamthadhani: y/ninsta I love you, but not a chance 😂

saweetie: excuse me... what the hell am I then?

y/ninsta: saweetie you’re in Cali! I needed someone to go shopping with! Everyone was busy!

2forwoyne: I see I dodged a bullet!

urbanwyatt: 2forwoyne nah we gotta rotate this shit, SHE PUT ME THROUGH IT 😣

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt I fed you and shared my blunt AND I did your hair

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta is that supposed to make up for it?

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt I don’t like you anymore jackharlow come get him

jackharlow: y/ninsta I’m not in it 🙃

y/ninsta: jackharlow fine urbanwyatt Imma give your weed to the ninja turtles

jackharlow: y/ninsta you better not get my kids high! 😡

y/ninsta: jackharlow Leonardo has already gotten high remember?

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta that’s fine. don’t go to sleep like I said

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt nah don’t sneak attack, say that shit with your chest

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta nah I’ll let you be surprised

y/ninsta: jackharlow so you not about to defend me and save me from urbanwyatt?

jackharlow: y/ninsta nope

y/ninsta: jackharlow fine, you on my list too 😐

urbanwyatt: Y/N!!!!! WHY IS PIGGY SMALLS IN MY BED?! 😡

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt he wants to be close to Uncle Urby

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta I know you did this shit 🙄

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt I’m innocent 😇

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ikkaku-of-heart · 1 year

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“Why Ikkaku Ships LawNa” TED Talk

Stepping onto the stage, Ikkaku was dressed fairly professionally. A crisp black blazer, pencil skirt, and oddly enough, glasses she did not need in the slightest. Adjusting those glasses, she cleared her throat before unbuttoning the blazer to reveal a t-shirt underneath, LAW X NAMI 4 EVER printed in bold black letters over a yellow heart.

“So. Trafalgar Law and ‘Cat Thief’ Nami. Allies. Friends? No, lovers. That’s right, Law and Nami are banging. But they’re doing more than just that, aren’t they? Nami’s sunk her claws into him while Law’s stolen her heart. Or maybe it’s the other way around? Either way, it’s undoubtedly one of the best things to ever happen to my captain.”

Staring out at the audience, Ikkaku continued, “I’m sure many of you are asking ‘how the fuck do those two work?!’ Well, I can understand how you small-minded fools could think that. He’s a grumpy bastard while she’s a greedy minx. He loves doing horrible experiments while she loves conning people out of their money. But you only think that way because you aren’t looking very hard at them, are you?” She took a sip of water, paying no mind to the people who grumbled or tried to leave.

Yeah, good luck with that. She had the other Hearts barricade the doors. No one was leaving until she said so.

“That’s why I’m here; to educate the masses on why these two work. So let’s get started, shall we? We’ll start with the surface reasons. Nami is more than just a ten; she’s an eleven, just like Law. She’s drop-dead gorgeous and yeah maybe it’s shallow to say but I think Law deserves someone as pretty as him. They are very aesthetically pleasing as a pair, and it makes my inner fashionista happy to see them getting dressed up and looking damn fine when they go out together.

“But she’s more than just good looks. No, this girl is everything I think Law needs in a partner. She’s his intellectual equal. Seriously, she’s one of three people on the Thousand Sunny that Law can have an actual conversation with about hundreds of different topics. Politics, history, weather, science, economics, culture, she even knows a little bit about basic medicine so he can talk to her about his work without getting a completely blank look in response. She’s also wily as fuck. Like, her deviousness rivals his at points and that is damn impressive. Do you know how rare it is to find someone who can get the better of Law, even for something as simple as stealing a wallet? And even fewer people he likes enough to not plot murderous revenge against. Just petty payback. It’s great to watch.”

Had it been anyone else, perhaps Ikkaku would have been offended on her captain’s behalf that someone would be bold enough to even attempt to pickpocket him, but Nami was a rare, extremely endearing exception. A woman who had managed to capture his attention and can keep him on his toes was exactly the kind of woman she could picture Law falling for.

“Next, she’s also a great balance to his personality. I’m not blind to the fact that my captain is a fucking grumpy ass and a bastard. All dark and edgy and full of spite towards the world. Nami’s not quite pure sunshine but she’s bright, you know? She’s gone through some shit too but is still smiling despite that. Still fighting to achieve her dream. Kind of a warm summer sunbeam to counteract his winter gust of wind if you want to get poetic about it. But she’s also not totally innocent. She’s done some dark shit for the sake of survival. You don’t spend years working for the man who murdered your mother for the sake of freeing your village without doing some morally questionable things. Yeah, not nearly as bad as Law has but she’s still got a bit of darkness balance out the brightness. I think someone who was too much joy and sunshine would utterly repulse a cynic like Law. Gotta have a bit of both. But she’s definitely more light than dark which is what he needs.

“And then there’s the fact that she doesn’t stand for his bullshit. She’s willing to call him out when he’s being too much of a bastard or a stubborn ass. Law needs more people who care about him enough to do that. I can’t always be the one pointing out when he’s being an ass. It’s nice to have someone I can tag in to take over an argument when I need a breather.”

One could argue that was a somewhat selfish reason, and perhaps it was just a little, but Ikkaku would stand by her statement. Hell, having a second person willing to come in and tell him off was a good thing for all parties. It was easier to ignore the scolding from his engineer after all these years, so a second opinion telling him he was being reckless or not taking proper care of himself might actually manage to convince him to do what was best.

“But I think the biggest thing that makes them work is that Nami understands Law in a way I don’t think anyone else really can. She’s told me about what her life was like before Straw Hat saved her, and Law finally spilled his guts to us after Dressrosa. It’s impossible not to see the parallels, even if their stories are kind of opposites. Like, both of them became pirates at a young age and were forced to deal with the guilt that came from the death of a beloved parental figure sacrificing themselves for them. Both were haunted by the shadow of that murderer throughout their lives until Straw Hat stepped in and kicked their ass. So, they can relate to each other in ways I don’t think others really can. Not even me and the crew.

The thing is, Nami’s gotten closure in a way that Law hasn’t. She’s learned to let go and even forgive a little. To smile with all her heart and keep moving forward with her life. So I think Nami’s really fucking good for him because she’s an example of what he can be. She went through a hell that wasn’t totally unlike his, but she came out the other side with a smile despite it all. Hell, you could even argue that she went through something even worse than Law, since he at least didn’t have to work under the person he hated the most through most of his life. I think if their situations were switched, neither would have survived.”

Ikkaku gave a sigh. “Straw Hat kicking Doflamingo’s ass isn’t the closure Law needed, and anyone who thinks it is doesn’t know my captain. He spent ten years plotting to kill that man. To burn down his empire and destroy him in every way he could think of just to ensure the man truly suffered. And yeah, the pink bastard’s in jail now and no longer ruling Dressrosa, but this was never about freeing a kingdom or putting the bad guy away. This was about revenge. Revenge Law was willing to die for. Straw Hat may have beaten him, but it wasn’t the victory Law needed. It wasn’t like what he did for Nami. Yet while I know Law’s never going to fully get that same peace Nami has so long as Joker is still alive, but I still think it’s important for him to see that there is life after the pain. That if Nami can get through it, so can he. I feel that because she’s gone through something similar, she can kinda…get through to him in a way we never could.”

There was a pause as Ikkaku looked out at the audience. Some had begun to nod while others were looking at her skeptically. Understandably, really, as she was a rather biased party, but thankfully she had come prepared for this argument. Helped that she’d had it with Law himself once.

“Now, before anyone thinks this is just me projecting what I want for Law onto Nami, I think he’s good for her, too. Don’t get me wrong, I know she loves her crew, but that girl is surrounded by the likes of Straw Hat, Zoro, Franky, and Brook 24/7. She needs someone on her intellectual level she can talk to. Someone who understands the difficulties of running a ship and that she can bounce ideas off of. Law can advise her on the quartermaster duties I know she takes on and how to run things most efficiently. Someone who can appreciate her sexiness without becoming a drooling mess and who doesn’t fall for her seduction tactics too easily. Hell, I think he can turn the tables and seduce her right back!

“On top of that, you know how I said she can help him get closure for his past? Well, I think Law’s good for her in that he can understand the anger and frustration she must have felt while working for that Arlong bastard. He understands her pain in a way not even Straw Hat could. And, let’s be honest, the guy’s not actually dead. If he ever got out, I feel like Law’s kind of the ideal guy to go to for help. He’d understand why she needs revenge and could get her to him no problem. Luffy of course gets first dibs because he’s her captain, but if Nami wants Arlong dead instead of just beaten to a pulp, well, Law can sure as fuck make him suffer before finally crushing his heart in his bare hands.”

The morbidity of the image had a few people cringing, but Ikkaku merely adjusted her glasses and smiled. “Law’s also good for Nami in that he’ll protect her with his life. The man doesn’t let people into his heart easily but when he loves, it’s like a force of nature. It’s powerful. He would bring the world to its knees for her. There’s also pretty much nothing he won’t do to save her if she’s sick or injured. He’ll protect her, heal her, give her the world if she asked it. And doesn’t she deserve that?

“Speaking of giving her stuff, Law is ideal for Nami because he can give her pretty much anything material she might want. Do you have any idea how much treasure is at the bottom of the sea? We Hearts have basically the whole ocean floor at our disposal, with all the sunken treasure, rare materials, and relics of lost cities we can get our hands on. Law’s loaded. And anything he couldn’t buy for Nami, he could steal with his powers. I doubt she’d even have to ask. Just point and it would be in her hands. It would be worth the cost or trouble to keep her happy.”

Glancing at the clock, Ikkaku decided it was about time to wrap this up. If she kept her captive audience, well, captive for too long, people might start asking questions. Like where the person who was originally going to be giving a presentation had disappeared to. Or they might do something extra stupid, like call the Marines to come arrest the Heart Pirates. That would be so awkward and annoying.

“The most important thing, though, is just that Law’s happy around her. He softens in a way that I usually only see with the crew. And I think he makes her happy, too. I know he’ll insist this is just a fling, but I honestly can see this working out for the long term. Mostly because I don’t think either one would try to pin the other down. Neither is going to be leaving their crews for the other, and that’s ok! They don’t actually need to be together all the time for things to work. They can be apart in person but together in spirit. Nami can continue to work towards her dream of making a map of the world while Law continues exploring the ocean with us. Nami’s incredibly loyal and like I said, once you’re in Law’s heart you’re not getting out, so I can’t see their feelings fading or anything just because they don’t see each other for a while. Hell, I think it’ll be good for them since the distance means they’ll appreciate their reunions more and won’t be smothering each other. And I’m sure Law would let her come along with us for a bit anytime she wanted to explore the underwater currents or islands in the Calm Belt she might be interested in adding to her map.”

Hands on her hips, t-shirt still proudly on display, Ikkaku concluded, “Don’t get me wrong, Law’s a stubborn ass who’s going to take a while before he actually accepts those feelings. Man does not like being vulnerable and these are dangerous, scary, unfamiliar waters for him. He sure as hell won’t be telling her ‘I love you’ anytime soon, but I think she’s ok with that. I’m not sure she’s the type to say it too quickly, either. They’re both smart enough to read between the lines and know what’s up without needing to say the words. That tells me they’re definitely in sync and can handle each other’s unique quirks and qualities. It’s why they’re good together, and why I’ll gladly be captain of this ship, even if it sails into Hell itself. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk. As you leave, please take a LAW X NAMI 4 EVER t-shirt. Anyone who tries to leave the room without one will be mauled by Bepo. Or bitten by Shachi. Or maybe Jean Bart will just snap you in half. Depends on which door you leave through. Anyway, goodnight!”

#Wear My Heart on My Sleeve (Shipping)#Oh Captain My Captain (Law)#Tangerine Queen (Nami)#Stolen Hearts (LawNa)#Imaginative Blueprints (Drabble/Fanfic)#(Ikkaku hijacks a TED Talk to talk about her ship for her captain and regrets nothing)#(why is she wearing glasses? to make her look even more knowledgeable than she is of course)#(I tried not to make Ikkaku a total mouthpiece for why I ship these two but well we ended up sharing many of the same opinions)#(if you need more reasons to ship these two I have several fanfics I can shove in your faces)#(also LawNa fans feel free to reblog this and help spread the good word)#(I must maintain my cult leader status for this ship)#law x nami #trafalgar law x nami #lawnami

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cricketnationrise · 9 months

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Lardo

for you, a little expansion of Shitty's Dibs. Thank you and enjoy!

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reading room, 4:30pm

Lardo flings open the door and makes a beeline for Shitty’s bed so she can crawl out onto the Reading Room. She doesn’t even make it all the way onto the roof before she’s continuing her rant from their text chain.

“And like, I’m sort of shocked they waited till now to ask me, like, it’s almost finals? Did they think I just didn’t have my shit figured out already?” she asks, dumping her bag to one side and settling into her customary spot.

“Well—”

“Leaving aside the fact that I don’t have a living situation figured out yet, it just feels like a desperate move. Doesn’t bode well, you feel me?”

“For sure. Bear?” he asks, holding out the biggest bag of gummy bears she’s seen in a while toward her.

She raises a single eyebrow. “Did you accidentally buy a bag with the pink ones again?”

“...Maybe.”

“Bear me.” He passes over the bag and they take a moment to just watch the street, soaking up the breeze rustling through the leaves and the sounds of Beyoncé from the kitchen below them. The first taste of grapefruit makes her wrinkle her nose – she’s not the biggest fan of the flavor – but she’s not about to let Shitty absently snack on something that he’s mildly allergic to, so she keeps eating.

“So did you give them an answer already?” Shitty asks eventually, a weird expression on his face. Lardo squints at him, but lets it go in favor of answering.

“I told them I had to think about it,” she says, picking out the last few pink bears. “It’d be like, fine, but – ‘kay, I ate all the gross pink ones for you—”

“Brah,” he says, fake tearing up in gratitude. She punches him in the side of the arm and Shitty falls to the side with a dramatic groan. Lardo just rolls her eyes and continues her thought.

“—But, it's on the other side of campus. Plus, Claire's gonna sexile Lara weekly, and I don't wanna Judge Judy all senior year.” She leans back on her hands, more glad than ever she doesn’t have to use her brain any more today. “Man. Why the printmaking kids gotta be so damn horn a bajillion percent of the time?”

There’s a beat of silence where Shitty would normally make fun of her (admittedly strange) art friends, and then—

“So, Lards, ‘bout housing…I’m thinking you should have my dibs.” Lardo freezes at the words. Surely she didn’t hear correctly. He can’t have offered her his room in The Haus. He can’t have.

“I mean it makes a whole lotta sense, right? I mean, first, you practically fuckin’ love here anyway,” he says, ticking the items off on his fingers. “Second, it should be your right as manager. And third—” he meets her gaze squarely, more sincere and earnest about this than he ever was for hockey or any of his classes. This is important to him, maybe the most important. Suddenly, she’s fighting down a lump in her throat.

“You’re one of the best teammates I’ve ever had. So like. You know what to do to seal the deal…if you want ‘em, that is.”

Apparently he can have been offering his room – offering her a chance to live with some of her favorite people in the whole damn world – as though it was a given, a right, a done deal. He holds out his hand for the customary Dibs Shake, but to her horror, Lardo sniffs, and there’s a tear dripping down her cheek that she has to hide in her elbow.

“Shitty…”

The wobble in her voice sets him off, and now they’re both halfway to ugly crying on the roof of the Haus like dumbasses. “Oh no-no-no, dude,” he says, furiously blinking to ward off tears. “If you waterworks, I’ll w-waterworks…”

She launches herself at him with a strangled AGGGHH!! – throwing her arms around him and squeezing as tightly as she can, hoping that her message gets across without actual words.

Shitty squeezes her back, and his words sound a little relieved (did he think she’d say no???) and a lot wet when he manages to speak. “Hugs count too.”

Fuck right they do.

When they finally break apart, Shitty’s beaming at her and she can feel her own smile widening in response.

“I guess I better tell Claire and Lara I’m already set for next year then,” she teases, striving for her normal dry tone.

“Brah, you’re gonna eat a million pies next year.”

“‘Swawesome.”

#starthecozy #cricket writes #omgcp #check please #ficlet fest 3 #lardo pov #most of the dialogue lifted from ngozi's post #shitty's dibs #the haus

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multipandombabe · 2 years

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A Fezco Blurb

A/N: If you’ve been following me for a while you’ll know that this shit has been sitting in my drafts since the season 2 premiere and this bitch is STILL not done but it has some good scenes in it that I really want to share and this is one of them...so....enjoy :)

I feel like I should also mention that this about halfway through the fic so a bit of info for more context: the reader is Rue’s older sister (by a year). Because I can never tell when my writer’s block is going to strike just know im going to be posting the whole fic but just in blurbs!

Anyways

Warnings: drug use, alcohol use, crude language

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“I—damn, I’m so…” She hiccuped, “Embarrassed.”

Fez immediately interjected, hands waving her off and everything, “Nah nah nah, none of that.”

Through the blur of her vision she watched as he moved from her flank to the sink across the floor, his hand grabbing at the drying towel on the hook before he turned the faucet on.

“Did you drink?”

In her mind the answer came to her instantly: hell yeah she drank, she had to have been up 4 shots by the time Fezco even showed up, and then the extra 5 that followed to build confidence. But when she tried to say it, to will the simple fucking word off her tongue it just wouldn’t come out. Instead what did follow was a deep gulp because now she was sitting thinking about what an idiot she was to mix brown and clear liquor and it wasn’t the best reminder to her stomach.

“Imma take that as a yeah.” He called back but it seemed to be more of a mumble to himself, still busying about with the sink.

Y/N nodded slowly, so as to not make her even more dizzy, before resting her head against the wall beside the toilet. She was fucked, she was so fucking fucked up.

The sound of the same pair of feet coming back towards her brought a sliver of comfort, even with her eyes closed, she was happy to know (or at least the part of her that was sober) that despite her current predicament it wasn’t scaring Fez off.

Bending down slowly the red head raised the now cold and damp towel to her forehead, pressing it against her clammy skin as gently as possible. She smiled

“Feels.. nice.”

“I know B.” He whispered, lowering the cloth down the side of her face to the crook of her neck, creating rhythmic movements of patting and rubbing. “Aye, but you gotta tell me all the shit you did tonight.”

Y/N groaned, pressing her head even further into the cold tile. Sober Y/N knew this information was important and that she needed to communicate it because she had never been in this scenario before but Fez clearly had and he wanted to help. On the other hand, fucked up Y/N was this close to vomiting again and it was definitely preventing her from wanting to open her mouth.

But Fezco was insistent.

“C’mon Ma, you not gon get no better if I can’t help you.” He mumbled back, pulling the towel off her neck and setting it at his side which only earned another whine from Y/N.

With a shaky hand placed over her eyes so as to think (and block out the bright ass light), the other one pushed her from the wall to sit up straight against the tub behind her. Doing her best to ignore the way her body rocked back and forth she sucked in a deep breath and contemplated.

“I…yeah, I smoked. C-Couple blunts with, friends.” It was a slow paced pack of words but Fez seemed to follow fine, his whole attention still wrapped up in her and only her.

“What else?”

“……Coke, did lines with…, Chrissy and M-Maria.” She breathed, the folds in her forehead rooted up high in her state of deep thinking.

Fezco nodded, “How many lines y’all do?”

It was at this point that she could feel all the energy in her body hitting the 5%-0% range, all of the talking and the thinking running her down almost instantaneously. So with what little strength she had left she slowly raised her hand to reveal two digits, praying that that would be enough.

“Okay okay, well you gon be fine but yo ass is definitely crossed right now.” Raising his hand he nonchalantly moved the loose strand of hair in front of her face and tucked it behind her ear, the heat of his fingertips lingering around the edge of her jawline as he seemed to..hover in that place for just a moment. Until he pulled back.

Sober Y/N made a note to remember that to the very best of her ability.

“You got the spins too and that shits not gon go away until you either finish yo business here in the bathroom and knock or if we sober you up.” He explained, finally sitting down on the floor across from her. “But imma be real with you, you not gon like either option. ‘Specially if this yo first time.”

“Wanna go home.” She whispered, head lulling over to rest on the cold porcelain of the bathtub, the only thing keeping her from slipping straight on her back to the floor. Though at this point that sounded a bit better, probably would feel even better against her damn clammy skin.

Though eyes nearly shut Y/N could see the way the amber hair angel watched her. There was pity in his eyes-- but not the kind that could tie a person’s guts into a knot from embarrassment, no, this was the kind of pity that showed concern, worry, care.

Fezco seemed to be contemplating as well, eyes going slightly blank as thoughts quite obviously ran behind them, even taking a moment to rub at the stubble of his beard.

“You want me to take you?”

“Yes.”

Probably the most coherent statement she had made in the past hour or so but there was nothing in her that needed any time to ponder over any other sort of options. She didn’t give a fuck about this party anymore, her insides felt like they were burning, the room was beginning to vibrate, and now she had the only person she wanted to show up to this shitshow tending to her.

Silence seemed to evade the bathroom in its entirety, and it was warm--comfy, a golden hue tinging the sound in a way that wasn’t describable but so familiar, as if they had sat and stared at each other a million times before..whether in this lifetime or maybe a previous one.

And as Y/N peered at him, holding the eye contact for just one moment more--like she wasn’t fucked up, like she wasn’t clutching every physical thing in her reach to stabilize her, like she wasn’t sweating not because of the alcohol but because the man before her might just be the most goddamn gorgeous person she’s ever seen, she swore, he smiled.

“Alright I gotchu.” Fez nodded slowly before tossing the wet rag into the sink above them and tucking his phone into his back pocket.

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A/N: hope you enjoyed!

#fezco x reader #fez x you #fezco blurb #fezco euphoria #euphoria blurb #euphoria imagine #fezco x black!reader

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luv-assangiebatch · 7 months

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Mendax Undercover - Chapter 4: Let Your Ego Flowcell

Kat yawned as she wandered over to the coffee and water station. Her new friends she met at the gala a couple weeks ago joined her and Juniper for karaoke the night before and ended up having so much fun that they stayed out later than originally planned. As she yawned again and breathed in the scent of freshly brewed coffee, she began to wonder if she could handle the caffeine just this once. The individual servings of decaf just would not get it done for her this time, and the aroma of the higher quality crystals drew her in more so than usual. Maybe she could use the extra boost to get her through the day. She turned around and began to pull a cup out of the stack, when—

“Good morning, Kitty-Kat—we meet again…” she heard a familiar smooth Australian voice purr.

“Oh, hi Julian…!” she returned, taken by surprise and in effect, the cup she pulled from the stack flipped right out of her hands. She tried to catch it with the other hand but it stubbornly bounced a couple times off of her palm like some sort of hot potato. After several failed attempts to regain her poise and control of this cup, it finally made its way into Julian’s airspace. He reached out and caught it easily, rim facing up. He peeked out from behind it with a wide, charmed grin on his face and zircon eyes shining brightly.

“Looking for this…?” he quipped, trying his best to restrain his amusement.

Kat blushed considerably and tried to laugh it off. “Aha, yes…thank you…” She retrieved the cup from his hand and turned back toward the counter. “The universe never fails to miss an opportunity to embarrass me…”

Julian took a few steps further into the alcove and stood behind Kat’s shoulder. He shrugged as he twisted his mouth a bit and tucked his errant strands behind his right ear.

“Embarrass, hm..?” He then watched as she reached for the carafe of fresh brew. He bit his lip for a second and raised his eyebrows before continuing. “No decaf today?”

Kat breathed out a slight laugh, still turned away from him as she poured her coffee and then reached for the cream and sugar. She took this time to try and flush out her blushing.

“Ah, yeah well…it just smelled so damn good I couldn’t resist it today. I’m sure I’ll pay for it later…”

“Oh?” Julian was intrigued.

“Yeah, the anxiety likes to hit me later in the evening… for some reason…” she continued, but then trailed off a bit once she turned around and met his gaze again. Her body was buzzing and her heart was racing without even ingesting a taste of the coffee yet. Julian blinked rapidly a few times as she looked up at him. She was about to take a sip from her cup when she suddenly stopped herself.

“Oh! I’m sorry…” she started. “Would you like a cup? I can pour it for you…?”

“Uhh… yeah, sure— thanks.”

Kat turned back around, again trying to calm her blushing. She set her coffee down, then reached for another cup and pumped from the carafe.

Julian took a few steps backwards and leaned against the counter. He crossed his arms as he stood somewhat at an angle.

“Hey, nice contamination catch on that flowcell yesterday…I saw they had to re-extract…”

Kat’s heart fell into her stomach. He saw that? Of course he did…he’s on all the emails…but he knew it was me? Now she was blushing but with gratitude rather than nervousness.

“Oh…yeah, thank you…!” She turned around to face him and was about to ask him if he wanted any cream or sugar in his coffee, when she saw his stance tense up a bit as he looked at his watch.

“Oh shit, what time is it…?”

“Oh, almost 10--?”

“Shit, I gotta run to a meeting—can you drop some cream and sugar in there and bring it to my office, please?”

“O-okay… sure…?” Kat stammered as Julian quickly darted away.

She just guessed how much cream and sugar to put in his coffee. She basically dressed it like she did her own. She quite liked both in her coffee at times, but not enough to overpower the coffee taste. It had to be a good blend.

Kat paused after she stirred Julian’s cup and then she looked at her own, realizing she hadn’t had a sip yet. It had time to cool off, so she was able to take a couple large swigs off of it. She really did enjoy coffee and would chug it in seconds if it weren’t for the heat. She then grabbed the full cup she made up for Julian and headed toward his office.

For a moment, Juniper had looked up from their computer screen and saw their good friend headed toward the VP’s office with two cups of coffee in her hands. They raised an eyebrow and cracked a small smile before focusing back on their work.

Kat lightly knocked on Julian’s door and as he was seated at his desk, he motioned for her to enter from behind his computer monitors. She quietly walked in, letting the door close behind her before approaching his desk and softly setting the coffee down. She shyly looked away and started to make her way back toward the door, careful to not disturb Julian in his meeting.

“Thank you, Kitty…” he said softly, then peered out from behind one of the computer monitors as she started to walk away.

“Hey, wait—” he called lightly.

Kat stopped and turned back toward him.

“Turns out my meeting was cancelled at the last minute…”

Kat smiled. “Ohhh, gotta love it when that happens!”

Julian smirked and nodded his head up and down. He then stood up and walked to the front of his desk and leaned against one corner in a half sitting- half standing position.

“H-how is your coffee…?” Kat asked. She knew he hadn’t had a chance to sip it yet, but she was trying to break the awkward silence.

He exhaled for a moment as his lips fashioned an inquisitive pout and he looked toward his cup. He stuck his fingertip in it and twirled it around a bit as if it were a swizzle stick. Then he quickly licked the warm liquid off of his fingertip.

“Mm!” he hummed sharply, then reached for the cup.

Kat tilted her head in wonderment for a second. So strange…and yet at the same time, still so fucking magnetic…

“It’s good… perfect actually…you have good taste, Kitty-Kat.”

Kat’s eyes fluttered as she was on the other side of yet another one of his wide, enigmatic grins. Julian swooped his hair behind his ear again and readjusted his stance to face toward her. He then motioned toward a chair in front of his desk. “Please…would you like to sit?”

Kat blinked a few times, a bit surprised. “Oh! Okay, sure…” She then walked toward the chair and sat down in front of him. She still felt nervous, anxious, and her heart was still pounding in her chest, but for the first time in his presence she began to feel something else—a slight calmness.

“Tell me about yourself-- How long have you been here at Santé? What made you leave the United States for Switzerland…?”

Kat blushed lightly—Julian was taking an interest in her, but she had no idea why. Honestly, neither did he—but he was interested. No, she was not elusive and mysterious like he was, far from it—but what drew him into her was her transparency. He was not used to encountering other people who were so honest that they couldn’t lie to save their life no matter how hard they tried. This was like a breath of fresh air for him.

Kat answered his questions, gave him a brief summary of her career trajectory, her studies, and how she ended up in Basel. She told him how she studied languages such as French and Russian before she finally settled in pathology and precision medicine. She then began to tell him about the research she began in her graduate studies, and how she would like to continue it somehow.

“Did you not want to pursue a PhD?” Julian asked, sipping his coffee.

“I haven’t exactly ruled it out…but after I finished my master’s I ended up getting this job and moving here, and I dunno I’ve just been enjoying it. I feel pretty content, like I’m where I should be…”

“What do you like about living here in Basel?”

Kat shrugged a little. “Oh, so many things. I don’t even mind the winter as much here as I did over there…maybe because I don’t have to drive in it. I love that you can be in a different country in a matter of minutes…plus Paris is only a three hour train ride away…”

“Ah yes, Paris…of course,” Julian smiled.

“Oh—and I don’t know if you’re into this sort of thing—but there is this cool pub just a couple blocks from here that plays a lot of great music from the 80s and 90s…”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah! Do you like to dance or anything like that?” Kat could feel herself blushing a little bit but she was enjoying the conversation. She felt oddly comfortable with him. She wasn’t sure why he was engaging in this conversation with her though. Perhaps he was just looking to take a break and chat with someone. He was new in town, after all.

Julian smiled and nodded for a moment, then his mischievous zircon eyes peered out from his errant strands that always found their way back in front of his face no matter how often he swiped them back.

“I’ve found my way onto a dance floor or two before….usually after a number of, um, strong beverages…” Julian chuckled.

Kat giggled. “Ohhh! Yeah, the drinks at this place are good too. There are a lot of great places around here for that.”

They both laughed playfully, then Julian said softly, “Maybe you can show me sometime…”

Kat’s heart almost stopped right in her chest. Was he asking her out? It seemed he was leaving the door open to go in that direction at least. She batted her eyelashes shyly, trying to hide yet another blush event. “Yeah, sure! Anytime…I know it can be a little strange and lonely moving to a new country at first… I mean, you came here from Australia, right..?”

Julian shifted his weight as he continued to lean against his desk. “Yes, I grew up in Australia, but my work has taken me all over for several years now…”

“Oh, of course…” Kat figured he meant his work as a scientist, which was only half of the story. Julian was careful with his words—he didn’t want to reveal too much of his past but he also did not want to lie to her.

“What do you think of Basel so far?”

Julian shrugged. “Yeah, it’s nice…quiet. Keeps me out of trouble…” He flashed another charming grin. “But back to your research…how would you like to continue it?”

“Well, I felt like I was maybe onto developing a predictive gene signature for urothelial carcinoma patients and immune checkpoint inhibition therapy. Maybe something similar like what is out there for CRC patients and FOLFOX/FOLFIRI regimens…”

“Mm-hmm…so you’d like to create an algorithm to predict survival benefit…and test it against large datasets, I imagine?”

“Yes, exactly! But I will be honest with you—my graduate studies only touched very briefly on data science, and it was a difficult class for me. I don’t really understand how to tweak the parameters to improve accuracy and precision of the pipeline programs and things like that…”

“What programming language did you use in your studies?”

“Python.”

Julian nodded. “That’s pretty common now, and one of the easier ones to use. Lucky for you, I know it well.” He flashed another grin that was mixed both with charm and arrogance. He never missed an opportunity to gloat about his intellect and talent.

Kat smiled back lightly, still in awe that any of this conversation was happening. Then it got even better.

“Look, they are bugging me to work on some research. This sounds intriguing. How would you like to work on this with me?”

Kat went completely numb. She wondered if she just hallucinated. Did Julian just ask her to work on a project with him?! Was she dreaming? Then she remembered to breathe before she passed out.

“Oh—really? I mean—yes! Yes, of course, absolutely!” she finally responded enthusiastically, internally kicking herself for sounding so desperate. This was exciting for her though—not only was she able to continue her research, but she was going to do it alongside this platinum fox of a man who rearranged the structure of her molecules any time she was near him.

Julian grinned widely and nodded. “Excellent. Set up a meeting sometime next week and we’ll get started. My calendar is updated.” He then pushed off of the desk to stand upright, and then he finished the last sips of his coffee. Following his cue, Kat stood up as well.

“Okay, will do. Thank you so much, Julian…I just—I really appreciate this.”

“Well, we can help each other out…” he walked back toward the chair at his desk and sat down. “But for now I’ll let you get back to work.”

Kat bowed her head. “Yes, of course…okay, thanks!” She turned around and headed toward his office door, but stopped when Julian called to her one last time.

“Oh and Kitty-Kat..?”

She blushed any time he called her that. “Yes?”

“Thanks for the coffee,” he said, then followed it up with a sort of “chef’s kiss” gesture and a playful yet magnetic grin.

Kat giggled a bit before returning, “You’re welcome, anytime…” She then turned back around and made her way out of his office door.

Julian watched her from behind his monitors as she exited the office. He touched his fingertips to his mouth for a moment as he continued to gaze in that direction, even after she was gone. He was inexplicably drawn to her, but he had to be careful. He couldn’t risk blowing his cover. He couldn’t afford to get too close to anyone—the cost was too high if it didn’t work out. He could lose everything and be put back in the line of danger again. The last time he fully trusted someone and partnered with them to manage his high profile website, that person ended up betraying him by sabotaging the website which rendered it useless until Julian could rebuild it again. For Julian this was the ultimate betrayal, and a mistake he swore to never make again.

Kat’s knees almost buckled under her after she left Julian’s office—but once she regained her composure she scurried back to her desk and had to tell Juniper immediately. Juniper then accessed the inter-office messenger program, where the 5 friends had a private chat set up.

“Hey everyone—ready for lunch soon? Let’s meet at Astrid’s desk and figure out where to go from there—Kat has a story for us!” Juniper typed.

The three ladies responded immediately, excited to hear the tale to come.

#mendax undercover #assangie #kassangie #fanfic #my shitty writing #slow burn

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idkfnok · 7 months

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11:11: Let Me Show You (p2)

Main Characters: Jehraye "Jay" Guidry; Alani "Lan" Sanders

A real slow-burn

PT 1

I get back home to Georgia after 11p.m. I lowkey wanted to call Jehraye, but I figured he would’ve been asleep. I get in my car and drive, I loved going back to N.O. but, I did miss downtown Augusta. It’s similar to a lot of places but, still aint nothing like it. I get home, take my bags up to my apartment, take a shower, reheat that white chicken chili I had left, I ate and went to sleep.

I woke up the next morning around 10, with A missed call from My mama. I know she’s calling to ask about New Orleans. I made a mental note to call her later. I brush my teeth and get dressed before heading over to the Tattoo shop that Nya owns and doing a little voluntary receptionist work for awhile. I love coming to her shop. Because not only did I get free reign to the little snack bar she had. I got to interact with some cool ass people too. Nya’s a traditional tattoo artist. The people in her shop though, were cartoonist and realist, shit, she even had a traditional stick -and - poke artist too. Dymo, the Realist, actually did the portrait of my great grandma I got three years ago after she passed. All of their work was top-notch. Nya wouldn’t stand for anything else. Which showed, not only in her work, but that of the one’s she hired too.

She was always playing music too. It jumped all over the place. She went from indie artists like music by this dude named Money from Atlanta, Russ to Rodwave, Kodak black, Jacob banks, King von, Kirk franklin to Gallant and Marco Mckinnis ; all the way to Panic at the Disco and all things in between.Crazy enough, the dude “Money” is one of her best friends. Her only preference in most aspects of her life was “I like it.” Music was no different. Mari Walked in at about 11:30. I knew then, my voluntary duties were done. I got up from the desk, hugged Mari, yelled that I was leaving and made my way out of the shop and to the Mall so I can go stare at the back of Spencer’s and ponder not buying shit before I made my way to Victoria’s secret and sniffed around for perfume to buy at their semi annual sale. I picked up the Rainbow Shower, Desert Sky and Cactus Water.

What does the schedule look like for the rest of the day?

“Consultation at 11: 45, Surgery at 12:30 , then lunch ; You’re tightening Miah’s braces, check the schedule for tomorrow and we should both be outta here by 4.

Cool.”

“ So how was your wednesday?”

It was good, why you ask?

“Jaelai told me you went on a date or something yesterday morning.”

Tell yo wife to mind her business.

“My wife, yo sister.”

I bet she the one who sent Toni ass to my table.

“Nooooo. What she say?”

She was chill until I give her the tip, then she talmbout “Make sure you get yo child”

“No she didn’t”

The hell if she didn’t! had my date looking at me funny

“😂”

That shit ain’t funny. Im tryna support her and she throwing salt in the game 😂

“Toni was always fucking with you. She’s been doing it as long as she’s been with Kieran

I know. But, damn if she don’t do it at the worst times.

“Well you got the crybaby today so, be prepared.”

She never cried with me.I don’t know what you be doing to my niece but she don’t like it

“I’m her daddie.”

Maybe it’s because you white.

“I have been white her whole life.”

Ion know maybe she just like me better.

“ Yeah because you always give her what she want.”

She ten , why not?

“I feel sorry for any man who dates any of your daughters.”

Why you say that?

“Cause her like whoever her mama gonna be, is gonna be spoiled to hell. Cause you brother, are a Hopeless Romantic with a damn good job and a real love of women.”

Always. Speaking of romance, you just reminded me that I gotta call Lan once I get off.

The rest of the day went by smooth. The consultation led to another appointment next month for braces, I tightened my nieces braces and The surgery; started and finished quicker than I expected. I was outta the office by 4: 15 . I got in my car and called Alani.

“Hello.”

Hey gorgeous, how you doing?

“I’m doing aight”

That’s good. , how has your day been? Give me details please

“It was pretty good. I woke up, ate, brushed my teeth, got dressed and I went to Nya’s shop.”

Which one of your friends was Nya again?

“The one who had on the red bodycon dress.”

Okay

“ Yeah she’s a tattoo artist. I go to her shop sometimes to help and steal snacks.”

Uh huh

“ Talked to some customers and chilled until Mari got there.”

That’s the one with the red hair?

“Yep.”

Before you continue. Speaking of jobs, what do you do?

“I’m a doula.

Oh Okay, I’m a Orthodontist.

“ At 28?!”

Yes, I have been for like a year, almost two. Anyway, continue on.

“I left the shop, went to the mall and called my mama back after I left Victoria’s Secret, and i’ve been home for a few hours.

Foreal? Cool, i'm bout to Facetime you.

I press the camera icon and wait for her to answer. When she does, the first thing I notice is how shiny her lips are. She has this 90’s lip combo. You know the one with the 5% tint around the edges and it looks amazing on her. I compliment her and our conversation continues. She tells me that she is a birth doula and some of what that entails. I ain’t ever see anybody give birth but, the way she describes it makes it sound like one of the scariest and most beautiful things ever. Most of her clients are Black women, second time moms who have had terrible experiences in the hospital. From women almost dying because nurses and doctors try to write their pain off as “normal” shit.

If the person dealing with this is telling you that they can’t breathe, they have a splitting headache or can’t feel their legs long after the epidural should’ve worn off, you should listen. Hearing her recount some of these stories pissed me off. You shouldn’t fear for your or child’s life coming into the hospital. I learned some things like water births are really popular and are often more relaxing for the mother. That tidbit of information I tucked into my back pocket.

We talked about the time my tooth went through the bottom of my lip and left a scar when I was a kid, my first sexual experience at 14 that involved licking whipped cream off of some pussy once or twice. She told me about the time she ran head first into a brick wall when she was 8 and how she snorted salt up her nose when she was 13 because she “wanted to see what it felt like if she ever snorted powder.” on some wild shit. I was really enjoying the conversation. So much so, that I hadn’t realized I was home, sitting in my car for the past five hours. I looked at the time on my phone and it was 9:40 and I needed to get in the house so that I could shower, eat and go to bed.

Things continued that way for a few more days. Us updating one another throughout the day, nightly phone calls, early morning voice messages. Sending badly angled and funny looking pictures of each other from facetime calls. I've watched her get dressed and she’s watched me get undressed. We’ve fallen asleep on the phone only to wake up and one of us has hung up. And it’s usually her. We’ve given one another recipes. Her recipe for brown butter chocolate chip pecan cookies is top tier and she gave me a lot of praise on my five cheese macaroni. Before I knew it, the Thursday of our date had shown up. I woke up that morning to the reminder and was hella excited. I had been thinking about what to cook for two days now and I decided on Smothered Okra with shrimp and tomatoes over rice. I called her, told her what I had in mind; she said it sounded good and she was going to cook the same; but add chicken to it.

We Facetimed each other while shopping for food. I helped her pick out the proper seasonings and ingredients needed for the dish and advised her to pick up a bag of Basmati rice instead of “regular” rice. I picked up cut okra while she wanted the whole Okra.I grabbed a bottle of wine and she passed on that. We went back to our houses and started preparing the meal. I ain't feel like chopping onions, so I bought the pre-cut ones. She was all about the full process. She chopped her onions, peppers and all while I watched as she struggled to cut some of ‘em because she don’t know how to properly handle a knife. She more than proved my point when she sliced her damned finger, dropped the knife and probably almost cut her foot too.

Baby, be careful, please!

“I’m fine Jehraye, it’s just a little cut. The knife ain’t that sharp”

And that’s probably the problem Lan. Get you some better knives Bae.

“My knives work just fine.”

No they do not, clearly. You were struggling to cut the bell pepper.

“That’s because I don’t know how to cut shit.”

Aight, so you got one option, start buying pre-cut vegetables.

“I will not.”

Then I suggest you get on youtube and learn how to use knives because I'mma order you some new ones.

“Jay-”

No, bae you don’t wanna use pre- cut stuff, I'm getting you new knives. So go ‘head and give me A FedEx drop off, P.O. box, your address or something.

“How about this-”

If ain’t no solution in this baby, don’t even say nothing.

“How about when you come visit me, we can look at knives together.”

Aight that sounds- wait! You gonna let me come see you?!

“Yes sir. Just not until the end of the month.”

Baaaaaabbbbbbyyyy, that’s like 3 weeks away.

“You’ll be fine.”

Nuh uh…. My doctor said if I don’t see you in two weeks imma die.

“Ohhh you so dramatic 😂 yo ass is not gonna die.”

When I am touch deprived for a long time, I start to waste away into a pile of dirt.

“I can’t with you. Jehraye Guidry, you are something else.”

We talk while finishing up the food and once she turns her smothered Okra and shrimp down she announces that she’s about to get in the shower so she can get dressed and the rest of our date can continue. We hang up and about 35 minutes later she’s calling me while she finishes up the rest of her routine. I don't mind because I am also on the tail end of finishing up my hair. I choose to go with a braid out because I know she’s wanted to see my hair. She calls back when I am almost done taking out my last braid. She’s putting on lipgloss and perfume. When she looks at the camera, she gasps and says “Your hair!”

Yeah. you said you wanted to see it out so, I decided to wear it out.

“You look so cute. Now I really wanna play in it.”

Well, when I come to see you; you can play in it for a few minutes

“Why only a few minutes?”

You think Imma come to Augusta and just sit around? We gotta order knives and I wanna go to the mellow mushroom. You said it was a cool bar and I wanna see a lil bit of your city.

“But what if I wanna just lay up with you and play in your hair?”

We can do that. But, you already told me that you like rubbing on folks and I like being rubbed on. That goes on for too long, We might end up in a few more positions than you intended , and you gon be doing a hell of a lot more than playing in my hair.

“ I’m down for wherever that leads us.”

Alani

“Jehraye”

Let me be clear, you rubbing on me…we fucking.

“I understand what you’re saying.”

Yeah, but are you okay with that happening?

“Yes, I want it to.”

Aight. Listen, I've been waiting for this.

“What do you mean?”

I purposefully ain��t been jacking off for about a week.”

“Okay.”

And imma hold off until I get to you.

“Oohhhhh”

Yeah so, you better be prepared.

“I hear you.”

We sit down at our tables and begin eating. I wait to see her take her first bite. I wanted her to like it because the recipe I gave her is truly my own and I wanted to know if she fucked with it. The way my eyes lit up when I saw hers damn near bulge out of her head; the only way I coulda been any happier in that moment was if she and I were sitting in front of each other. I spooned some of the food into my mouth as she moaned satisfactorily at the first taste of my food, she had no idea she was eating. After telling her that I couldn't wait to see her, our conversation took a very sexual turn as we discussed some of the things we were and weren’t willing to do.

“How do you feel about aftercare?”

I rarely ever do it, but the times I have; i’ve enjoyed it.

“Why don’t you do it more?”

My goal is to satisfy the woman and myself, if that puts her to sleep; so be it.

“So aint nobody ever put you to sleep?”

Some have.

“Well, I expect aftercare.”

And you gon get it, if you aint sleep.

So what’s your views on sucking dick?

“I like it. I only do it like a spur of the moment thing. I don’t plan it.”

Okay. I like kissing.That’s before, definitely during and after sex.

“Me too.”’

Aight so, how would you feel if I wanted to eat yo ass?

“That’s a “no”.”

How come?

“I like to kiss, eating ass and kissing don’t usually go hand-in-hand.”

Gotcha

You can bite and choke me though

“For real?”

Yes, Guidry. I’m cool with that; spanking, and to some degree, restraint.

“Oh baby, you gonna have the time of your life.”

And another thing.

“Yes?”

I am loud, and it ain’t always cute, especially if i’m enjoying it.

“Bae, I’m trying to put you in a position where you NEED aftercare. I don’t expect it to be cute.”

Speaking of, what is a typical aftercare routine for you?

“ simple shit.Take you to the toilet, sit with you while you pee. Run you a shower, help clean you up. I’ll carry you if I have to. I’m a cuddler so, after I feel like you’re situated, I’ll clean up and cuddle you for a while. I might fall asleep, if I don’t within the hour; you can expect waffles to be made. But that is the least I would do.”

I want somewhere closer to the most you can do.

“Then you can’t fall asleep or I can do some of it during or before we fuck.”

Okay , I'm cool with that.

I’ll be honest, having this conversation with him right now, was definitely making me horny and in times like this, I am very grateful that I was born a woman. I have no doubt in my mind that if we were next to each other right now, he would be able to smell how badly I wanted to fuck him. Just thinking about it, my thighs clenched together and I felt that familiar tingle in my stomach. He didn’t help any with his hair falling into his face, licking his lips and kissing at me. The rest of that date, I was going back and forth with mindfulness and imagining what he would feel like inside of me. What his tongue and fingers felt like. What he sounds like when he moans, is he a hard or soft dom. What does he say, if anything while he’s having sex. Just then, I decided to ask.

Jehraye.

“Yes, ma’am”

Do you talk during sex?

“Yes, I do. I talk, moan, cuss, I might say something in french.

You speak French?

A little,

“Oh okay. I might make it my goal to hear some of that from you.

“ You get some French outta me, we locked in. the last person I did that with, we was together for 3 years.”

That ain’t THAT long .

“When you 17, yes it is.”

Fair point.

I don’t know why I decided to ask him that knowing it would lead me directly out of mindfulness and into fantasy land. I was still eating and talking but I wasn’t at this date. I was in my bed with this guy I just met three weeks ago, with my face buried into a pillow while he fucked me as I screamed his name in pure ecstasy. Jay must have noticed because when he finally got my attention back he said “ I’m thinking about it too and I’m bricked the fuck up, baby.” “Jaaayyy” his name comes out way more lust-filled than I intended.“ When I get ahold of you, you’ll know I meant what I said on our first date at Nana’s.” He says. “ All I ask is that you don’t run from me. If you need me to slow down or stop, that’s fine. But DO NOT RUN.” “Why not?” I ask. “ It aggravates me and I'm gonna want to punish you for it.” “How come?” “ cause if we fucking, you wanted this dick. So, unless you say “stop” or I feel like I'm hurting you, you taking EVERY inch I got.” “Damn, It’s like that Jay 🙃?” I say. He comes back with “Ion get in no pussy I don’t wanna be in.”

At that moment, I wanted this man more than I have the past few weeks. We talked some more about our personal “Do’s and Don'ts” of sex, and by the time this date was over, Jay had put his hair back up, I was wishing that I wore underwear. Maybe it was best that I didn’t. I’m not a fan of that cold shit hitting my pussy when I pull my underwear back up. Our date continues on and we finish our food. We stay on facetime for the rest of the night, of course we fell asleep on the phone. This time though I didn’t hang up and awoke to see Jay getting dressed. I watched him for a few minutes before saying “Good morning.” He looked at the camera and said “good morning bae.”

Uh uh, where you going?

“ 🙂I’m taking my nieces out for a lil bit of fun today.”

awwwww , what are ya’ll gonna do?

“They wanna go to the trampoline park and the movies.”

Okay, what are ya’ll gonna watch?

“They wanna see Tiana's Place”

Oh okay, I saw a few commercials for that.

“yeah”

Why y'all leaving so early though?

“So I can catch the matinee, These girls are pricey.”

You shouldn’t be worried about that.

“What you mean?”

The way you did and were willing to spend on me in Nola…

“Yea, now Imagine that on a slightly smaller scale, times three.”

Yep. Baby catch that matinee

Exactly 😂that, on top of gas and feeding them whatever they wanna eat when one of em, wants crumbl cookie and subway; the other one gonna want wendy’s but, a blizzard from sonic and the baby, she aint eating nothing that ain’t a 6pce nugget happy meal with apple slices and a mcflurry wit extra oreos.

Ohhh with the way you spend money, you must be a damn popular Dentist.

“I make good money but I also have a roommate so I can save a bit more.”

Oh okay. Good Well, Imma let you go so you can enjoy your day with your nieces.

“Aht aht.”

What?

“When did we start hanging up without kisses?”

I blow a kiss at the phone and Jay says “Thank you” and hangs up.

My Friday was pretty laid back. Until it wasn’t. My client went into an early labor, so I turned off Law & Order and made my way to North Augusta. When I got there I was the only part of her birthing team present. Because she hadn’t called anyone else yet. She’s one of the patients I offer free advice and to some degree birthing services to, as part of my program where I help young single mothers cope with, prepare for and assist during birth. Despite this being her second time giving birth, she was terrified. I could see it in her eyes. She feared the pain, the uncertainty and a second breech birth. About five minutes after I got there we made calls to the rest of her birthing team, and set up the pool.

We sat her in it and talked through the contractions and tried to keep her calm until it was time for her to push. I held her hand, and fed her some strawberries and ice chips while she focused on breathing and pushing. About 3 hours later Her son had started to crown. When we told her, she started crying. This baby wasn’t breech and maybe this labor would be easier. Forty-five minutes after that baby Eanion Ahzi Rivers was born. He was so adorable. We got him cleaned up and I stayed for a few hours after and took care of the baby while she rested. I Picked my phone up and saw I had 2 missed calls from Jay. Eanion’s mama was a wake so I stepped out to return bae’s calls.

“You musta been sleep.”

No. I just helped deliver a baby a few hours ago.

“For real! How’d it go? Are mama and the baby okay?”

Yes, She had a little boy.

“Awwww. How are you doing though?”

I’m fine, we were prepared for a breech birth but he came out head first and he is the chubbiest lil thing you ever did see. How was the day with ya nieces?

“ listen, next time, they can’t get the Aux.”

Why?

“I fuck with Gracie’s corner but, I wanna hear some Akeem ali, Russ, D4L, Ludacris or something while i’m driving .”

Jay, you don’t wanna know what sound the letter makes 😂?

“Hell no, I’m outta school shit 😂”

Well, It seems like you had just as good of a day as I did.

“I did. I love spending time with my nieces and nephews. I’m their favorite uncle.”

I bet you are. You’re definitely one of my favorite people.

“Awwwww, you mean that?”

Yeah.

“Aight, then sit on my face when I get to Augusta.”

JEHRAYE

“ALANI”

GUIDRY

“Quit calling me by my government like that.”

Well what do you want me to call you ?

“Jumbo dick Jay”

OMG you-

“I’m bullshiting. It ain’t that big. It’s just right for the body it's attached to.”

I bet. When are you gonna book your flight?

“Next week.”

Good, that way I can set my schedule up right. How long do you plan on staying?

“Two days.”

Okay.

“Yeah, clear that schedule.”

I will.

After that she had to go back and attend to her client. I went to hang out with Kieran and Asa. Asa, my best friend since middle school and the one who leaves me stranded on these road trips is a High School AP Calculus teacher. Kieran, my best friend since junior year of college and now roommate, is an HR consultant. Asa has always wanted to be a teacher. Despite the pay and us trying to convince him to at least go into the college sector, loves what he does. He had a hard time with math when we were little and it frustrated him so, he decided he was gonna do what he had to. He wanted math to come almost as easy to him as English and history did, and he made it happen. This nigga is one of the smartest people I know and he deserves every praise he gets. He’s worked hard for it. Kieran on the other hand, Is married; well was married to Toni and they have a 4 year old son together. My Godson Kieran Jamez “KJ” Landry Jr. He always had a thing for Toni so, when they started dating, she became his girlfriend and I became both of their friends and the third wheel. And despite going through a divorce; which I think is stupid because they clearly still love and want each other; these motherfuckas are hard headed and are hurting because they tryna teach eachother lessons. But I can’t force them together. Me and the guys hang out for a few hours and then we head to our respective homes. I get in, Call Alani, we talk for awhile and I go to sleep.

PT 1

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mindful-ss · 7 months

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Misfits

Chapter 2: The connection to all life forms

Dakarai

It starts off with Dakarai at the age of 4 years old then to 6 years old

….

“Dakarai come down here and clean this mess immediately!” Milan says angrily looking at the toddlers drawing on the floor, Dakarai looks down the stairs “do you not like my drawing mommy?” Dakarai asked curiously, she sighs "I love it Dakarai but I just think it shouldn't be....on our kitchen floor" she looks up at him and giggles "Yeah maybe your right mommy" he runs down stairs to clean the mess on the kitchen floor " maybe we can make a picture together on paper and frame it sweetheart?" she asked sweetly, " yes mommy I think that's the best idea ever" he turns and starts jumping up and down smiling widely.

She giggled and walked to the dishes "well after your done cleaning we can make our beautiful painting or drawing".

She then heard a knock at the door " coming!!" she yelled across the room walking towards the door opening it to see her husband Jordan and Dakarai best friend Jiro "hey baby your back finally" she had grin on her face leaning against the doorway "sorry for taking too long I had to pick up Jiro first and then we went shopping for a Gift for Dakarai and his Birthday cake" he chuckled looking nervous while walking into the house with a bunch of bags " hello Ms Celine" Jiro smiled and waved at Milan "hey Jiro you look even more pretty than usual" Milan Giggled welcoming her in.

"Hey Jordan I gotta talk to you for a second" she motioned Jordan over to her " what is it baby?" he asked curiously " I'm worried, not just for our job I'm worried for our family" she said worriedly "baby what's wrong?" he asked worriedly yet sternly "I had a vision while I was sleeping about the future about..." she stops for a second" Dakarai's powers" she whispers. Jordan's eyes widened "it showed some soldiers busting into our house taking Jiro and Dakarai and killing us in the process..." they stay slient for a moment "when does it happen?" he asks " I don't know" Milan says sadly "we have to tell Akari just in case anything happens" Jordan tells Milan and she nods then leaving to set up for Dakarai's Birthday party.

the next night..

It was just Milan, Jordan, Jiro, some other family members including Jordan's older brother and mother, and Dakarai of course, They were beginning to sing Happy birthday and Dakarai was smiling giggling. "How old~ are you?"they sang peacefully "five!". They finish up singing and serving cake and began to eat cake icecream, and dinner. "Jordan I wondering this for a while how did you have Dakarai? Milan never got pregnant before" Jordan's brother Mason grins mischievously "well...he was adopt of course isn't that right Dakarai" Jordan says while looking at his brother slightly mad "yes daddy" Milan starts to get suspicious "why are you so curious Mason? Is it because you can't have kids yourself because of a certain..." she looks down at his pants "...reason?' she looks at him mischievously, mason chuckles "no I was just wondering because since you adopted him I wonder what adoption center you got him from" he leans in the table pushing his food aside looking at the couple "what type of question is that?" Jordan says looking at his brother suspiciously.

"why can't you answer the question dear baby brother" Mason smiles "why do you have to know so badly" they stare down at each other " I just might want child for myself of...." he scoffed "...special abilities" Jordan and Milans eyes widen " what is mason talking about Jordan???" his mother asked Jordan didn't even hear his mother speaking to him he was just filled with rage "What the fuck do you know mason" he shouted Jiro and Dakarai flinch a bit when Jordan slammed his hands on the table "why so hostile baby brother" Mason continues to smile mischievously " you always have something scheming under your fucking nose and if it is that were not doing this shit on my son's Birthday party" Jordan points at him, Dakarai started to feel a strange surge of energy course through his body. "What fucking special abilities are you fucking talking about Mason" Milan shouts across the table "you exactly what abilities I'm talking" he stares through Milan's eyes.

Jordan started to think "no he couldn't know about Dakarai's powers and his relationship with Akari....could he?" Then a sudden burst of energy came from Dakarai's cry "STOP!!!" he blasts everyone back and flipping the table over as the tears fall down his cheeks as he look down at his glowing hands breathing fast and then run up stairs "Dakarai!" Milan shouted for him "I guess I was right about your "son" he does have a connection with Akari doesn't he?" he began to walk out the broken wall smiling proudly about this information.Milan dropped to her knees crying and Jiro rushes over to care to her.

1 year later

Dakarai wouldn't speak to his parents unless he needs to do his chores but Jordan got irritated of his son's attitude and confronted his son "I'm sick of how your acting why can't you tell us about your feelings?" he asked curiously "you hid from me that I have powers and maybe even hiding even stuff from me and I can't even trust you at all where did you even actually find me? who is my actual family?" Dakarai asked worriedly, before Jordan could even speak he heard helicopters and cars outside there apartment "um Jordan I think we have company" Milan says looking out the window staring at the menacing leader of the Mysterious group "and the man in the Grey and black suit looks strangely familiar" she says looking deeper into his Details.

"Dakarai go hide in your room now!!!" Jordan demanded, Dakarai ran up the stairs hiding on the stairs so they don't see him listening.

The man of the team busts through the door "Long time no see Milan" he said with a emotionless face, "wait...Father?" she stood there in shock "I though I killed you all those years ago" she screamed at him tears falling down her cheeks "well you can't kill a high mage that easily" He chuckled and grinned, "anyways lets get to business, your dear brother mason told me that you were hiding Empress Akari's little brother here and I should I say I'm surprised that you took a parental role just to hide him" He smirked "that bitch snitched us out?!" Jordan screamed angrily, "snitched? no he was telling me useful information since he works for me and all" he sat on the couch "so what do you say either I kill you both and take Dakarai or...I can leave you both alive and take him" he said,"you really think I'm gonna give up my son that easily to a monster like you?" Milan said amusedly "think again..." she ran up on her father trying to land on punch on him but he stops her and Jordan with his telepathy "even if your the new high mage doesn't mean you can beat me now?" he laughed at her "now sweetheart give me Dakarai" he looked at her in the face ready to kill her and Jordan

"No never you bitch!" she exclaimed while trying to escape "Well then... I guess this is goodbye" before he could snap both there necks off Dakarai ran into the room with all his strength and energy to form a powerful blast "no!" Dakarai screamed blasting his Grandfather but misses "that was really cute there but its not enough" then Dakarai got blasted back into the wall watching his parents be brutally murder "No!" he screamed while having tears in his eyes crawling next to his parents dead bodies "no no no don't leave me please!" he begged holding there hands crying "don't cry little one we took your vampire friend Jiro as well so your not alone" then he took Dakarai's hand dragging him out of the destroyed apartment building looking at the death and destruction because of him.

"Dont worry you will love your new home at Dr leviathan's lab" he then threw Dakarai in the back of the van "see you later dear grandson" slamming the doors shut.

Dakarai looked over next to him to see Jiro knocked out on the floor going towards her to hold her hand, "don't worry Jiro I'll get us out of here" he said while sniffling and letting tears roll down

"soon...."

#miles morales x male reader #atsv #atsv x reader #dc #itsv #x male reader #x reader #marvel #miles morales #story #original story

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Benny's Chicken Sausage Gumbo

I wanted to dedicate my first recipe post to my friend Benny who is from the Lafayette area and took the time to come over and teach me how to make chicken and sausage gumbo recently—which was a real labor of love, because gumbo is NOT quick or easy to make. But he's one of the coolest and nicest people I've ever met, and he loves to cook, and he wanted to make sure I had the good stuff, so he was happy to teach me... in fact, he said he'd be happy to come again and teach me some more Louisiana recipes in the future.

Now if you've ever had gumbo NOT in Louisiana, Benny says you may not have ever had a good gumbo, so don't judge gumbos as a whole based on that one gumbo you ate at some random restaurant once. Benny says the world is FULL of crap gumbos that just don't taste right, because it's very hard to get gumbo right! He also told me there are many variations on gumbo that are very normal even within Louisiana, and they are all delicious when they are done right, and this is just the kind he makes because of the area he was born. So if you want the good stuff, you just gotta go to the right place. The very best place to get gumbo, Benny says, is in a Louisianian's home... because then you know it's made with love, and is probably made by a recipe passed down through generations.

Now there are three main components to a chicken sausage gumbo the way Benny makes it:

The roux. This is the most time consuming and difficult part to get right but also the most important part and the part people are most likely to fuck up according to Benny.

The meat. Chicken and sausage. You wanna use chicken thighs if you can get 'em and andouille sausage if possible. However, many varieties of sausage are acceptable. Just be aware the sausage is part of what flavors your gumbo, so pick a good one!

What's referred to as the holy trinity in Louisiana cooking: yellow onions, green bell peppers, and celery. Garlic, Benny says, is also a given in ANY Louisiana dish (and luckily he isn't actually allergic though some people in his life might think that).

Here's all the supplies you're gonna need:

A big ass pot and a spoon and a ladle. Benny says gumbo takes forever, so if you're going to make it, you might as well make a shit ton of it so that either you can feed a whole bunch of people, or, because it'll freeze real well, you can do that.

A cast iron skillet or dutch oven and a whisk or a flat bottom wooden spoon. This is for making the roux.

A knife and cutting board for chopping all your shit up.

A strainer to strain your broth.

Ingredients List

1 cup oil

1 cup flour

4 lbs of chicken thighs

1 Ibs link sausage

3-4 bay leaves

several garlic cloves

large yellow onion, chopped (2 to 3 cups)

2 to 3 celery stalks, chopped

green bell pepper, chopped

2-3 Tbsp minced garlic

Salt to taste

black pepper to taste

red pepper to taste (or cajun seasoning)

Instructions:

First, the roux:

Whisk together the oil and flour in a cast iron skillet or dutch oven. Now, you wanna turn the heat on your burner to medium—never higher or lower than that! And then you just start stirring—and you keep stirring and stirring and stirring constantly... for like 30 minutes to an hour. You need that flat bottomed spoon (or your whisk works) so you can scrape the bottom and sides of the pot/skillet on repeat so nothing sticks and burns. You constantly gotta be scraping your roux off the bottom and sides of the pot. If you stop, the roux will BURN and you cannot let that happen or you have to start over, okay? You DO however, want it to get darker and darker. It'll start a milky white, and where you stop does depend on personal taste, but Benny says he considers his done when it's the color of a Hershey bar. Remember that your cast iron is going to stay hot after you turn the heat off, so turn the fire off a little before you think you should and continue to stir until your pot has cooled enough that it isn't cooking your roux anymore or you will STILL burn it! This is why this is the hardest part of making gumbo. The roux is easy to burn!

Second, the broth and the holy trinity:

Dump all your chicken in that big ass pot with about 12 cups of water, along with the bay leaves and some halved garlic cloves. Bring all of that to a boil, then turn down to low, cover, and let it simmer for about 30 minutes to an hour (until your chicken is boiled through). You will need to remove the fat that bubbles to the surface as you boil the chicken.

While that's going, dice up all your vegetables (onions, celery, green bell pepper, and MORE garlic—this time minced).

When your chicken is boiled through (but hopefully before it turns stringy—you don't want that!) remove it from your pot and set it aside somewhere, then pour your broth through a strainer to get rid of any more bits of skin or fat from the chicken. You wanna have about 12 cups of broth, so if you don't have enough, if you've gotta, you can add some chicken broth you have stored somewhere or from the store. Pour the broth back in your big pot and bring it to a boil, then dump all the vegetables you diced up in there (onion, celery, green bell pepper, garlic) AND the roux.

Turn the heat to low and let it all simmer for about an hour. While it's cooking in there, you add the sausage so it adds flavor, so...

Third, the meat:

Slice your sausage up into little… medallions? (You know what I'm talking about—how you usually cut link sausage) and cook it in a skillet just to brown it and remove some of the fat, then add it to the gumbo so it can add some more flavor to that simmering broth and roux. Continue to cook on low.

Now when your simmering time is over, you'll nearly be done, so when it's close to time, dice up your chicken into pieces (and debone of course if you used bone-in thighs). Kitchen shears are also good for this but a knife will also do you just fine.

Now add the salt, black pepper, and red pepper to taste (Benny was very generous—this ain't one of those "just a little salt" type deals). You can also put cajun seasoning in there. Add your chopped chicken into the pot and simmer for about 20 more minutes, and it'll be ready to serve.

Gumbo is best served with rice (I don't mean like a gravy type deal—this is a soup! But you often put rice in that soup!) and some french bread, which tastes fucking awesome dipped in that broth.

Gumbo freezes well, and you can also make a big batch of roux ahead and keep it in a jar in your fridge if you want, so it's possible to prep that ahead so you don't spend so long preparing it all in one day. Anyway, there you go! That’s Benny’s chicken and sausage gumbo!

#from the kitchen of benny lafitte

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