#i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer
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at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"
like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.
"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."
... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.
and i'd still keep writing.
i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.
i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley
"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"
and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.
it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.
you create because you're greedy.
#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME#there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing#and the writing is what i need to be doing#writeblr#this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to#edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol#i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!!#my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means#i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her)#hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong#i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet.#i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse#i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!!#i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO#i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness#and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it#im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us#i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer#and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art.#i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work#even if it means being miserable#but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.
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Carlos Sainz Jr (Scuderia Ferrari) - Un Poco Secreto
Requested: yes
Prompts: 39) "Like what you see?"
40) "Ah, ah, ah, no touching."
41) "Do that thing I like."
Warnings: smut, age gap, overstimulation, fighting over being a dom, alonso!daughter x Carlos Sainz
Y/n gasped as she felt her back hit the door, before Carlos pounced and their lips connected once again. Carlos grunted in disapproval as he reached for the door handle of his Hotel room, trying his best not to break the kiss he had with Y/n. He could feel her smile against his lips. "Having trouble?" She challenged. "Shut...up." He replied simply, making her laugh. "What? I'm just saying what I see." Carlos looked back at her. "Do you want to go back to your room?" He asked. Y/n shrugged her shoulders. "Fine, I'll-" She went to walk past him before Carlos finally opened his door and brought her with him. "We are never going to your room, your room is always beside your father or someone else we know." He said before his lips attacked her neck. She hummed in response. "You're literally right next to Charles."
"That's not the same." He whispered, pushing her towards the bed and taking off his shirt. "And you don't think the team will be suspicious of you going missing?" She asked, her brow arched as Carlos flung his Ferrari shirt to the side and focusing on the buckle of his belt. "I don't give a fuck what they think." He replied, finally getting around the buckle and pulling his trousers down. "Now, let's get to the matter of business." He tugged at the sides of her shorts. "Why the shorts today?" Y/n chuckled as she watched him fiddle with the zipper. "I thought they looked good on me." She replied simply. "And you know, I agree. But keep these for our 'outings' in Monaco." He said, pulling them down and throwing them right next to his shirt.
"Did they drive you that crazy?" She asked as he loomed over her. "Princesa, I drove past the pit wall just to get a look at you, nevermind what I was thinking of doing to you in them." His lips trailed down her toned torso, leaving gentle kisses as he did. Y/n shivered with the feeling, looking down through hooded eyes and seeing the spaniard biting her lace panties and pulling at them. She giggled, running her fingers through his hair. "Show me what you want to do to me." Carlos' lips left a wet trail of hungry kisses all over her, even leaving traces of lilac bruises in a few spots where no one would see them, but in the event someone would, they would know she belonged to him; his own personal stamp.
"As much as I'm enjoying this-" She paused, rolling the pair over and pushing him down into the mattress. "I'd much prefer if I was on top this time." Carlos' brows knotted in confusion. "Why? Do you think I don't do a good enough job?" He asked. "No, I just think I could do better." Grinning, Carlos relaxed into the bed, his hands resting behind his head, watching closely as Y/N straddled him and sat comfortably on his hips. She slowly pulled off her shirt, revealing a matching bra. His lips parted as he took a breath in. "Like what you see?" She asked, running her fingers up his abs. His fingers ran up her thighs until his hands had a firm grip of her ass. She tapped his hands away. "Ah, ah, ah, no touching, Carlitos." She purred. Carlos smirked as he watched her tower over him. "I think you're in for a very long night." Carlos chuckled. "Is that a promise?" He shivered at that question. "I swear." He replied.
Y/n lined herself up with Carlos' cock, teasing by making him wait much longer than he would ever have to. "Please, amor. Just let me feel you." She smiled at his pathetic pleads and gave him what he desired. Her head fell bad in ecstacy as she slid down, trying her best to take him all as best she could. "You need to relax, you don't don't have all of it yet." A wild grin appeared on her face. "Egotistical much?" She was quickly shut up by Carlos raising his hips slightly and pushing in just a bit more. She bit her lip to muffle her moan yet she failed miserably. "You're sounding like you're enjoying this too much." He grimaced as his hands slowly traced lines on the skin of her thigh again. She groaned in annoyance, grabbing his hands and pulling them up over his head, pinning them to the headboard. He looked at her, an element of surprise on his face. "Don't be so impatient." Her hips moved agonisingly slow as she watched how Carlos' mouth fell open. "Eso se siente bien." He groaned, his head falling back into the pillow, showing his delicious jawline. "Me has enseñado bien." She whispered, kissing his throat and continuing on. "You're going to be the death of me, amor."
As she rode him she felt herself coming closer to her high and Carlos could feel it. Her walls tightened around him and her grip on his wrists became tighter as her mind focused on her orgasm. "Lo estás haciendo muy bien, amor. Sigue adelante." Although they were both Spanish, something did it for him speaking to her in Spanish. She felt herself crumbling as his words helped to cloud her mind before she finally reached her high, riding it out and her grip loosening. Once she stopped, she looked down at Carlos, a small and innocent smile on her lips. The smile soon left her face as she saw him look at her like a lion looks at its prey. "My turn." Before she could say another word, Carlos was on top, the long pieces of his hair dangling down near Y/n's forehead. He slid in, earning a moan from Y/n. She gripped his shoulders as he began at a relentless pace, making her overstimulated. She struggled to make any sounds, the noise stuck in her throat. "I can't hear you princesa." He whispered in her ear as he dropped to his forearms, his thrusts going deeper. Almost like he gave her permission, the sinful sounds came from her lips. "Fuck, Carlos." She said, her voice strained. She felt his grin against the skin on the crook of her neck.
Suddenly, Carlos felt a sharp sensation on his shoulder. He winced and raised his head, seeing Y/n pull away. "What are you-"
"Oh what? So you get to mark me but I can't leave my mark on you?" Carlos chuckled, pulling out. Y/n looked at his, desperation for her to orgasm a second time in her eyes. "He lay on his back again and grabbed her hand, lowering it down to his cock. "I want to watch you do it." He rasped. Y/n bit her lip, once again sitting up once again and straddling him. Her hips rocked back and fourth. She lowered herself down so her head would rest on his chest. Her lips explored his chest, bruises being staining his skin like watercolour stains a blank canvas. "Fuck." He mumbled. He could feel himself getting closer. He gripped her hips and began with his sloppy thrusts. Y/n's hands roamed his body. "Hold the headboard." He instructed, getting annoyed with the wandering hands. She reached up and held the headboard as it banged against the wall, undoubtedly chipping the wall. She felt a hand reach up and grab one of her tits, squeezing and playing with them as if it were a toy, but she liked it. She felt herself coming to a second orgasm sooner than she expected, but she wasn't complaining.
As the pair rode out their orgasms, their panting and the smell of sex filled the room. Y/n had climbed off Carlos and lay beside him, a comfortable silence surrounding them. Carlos, tracing circles on Y/n's hand, suddenly looked deep into her eyes. She knotted her brows. "What?" She asked. "I can't believe how incredibly lucky I am to have you in my life." She laughs, slapping his bare chest as if he was joking and trying to be cliche, but when her eyes went back to his, they held the most sincerest look she had ever seen. "You make me feel like me." He paused. "You're my everything." Y/n smiled, playing with Carlos's hair. "You're my everything too, Carlos, but-"
He groaned knowing where this was going. "Not again." He mumbled, turning to lay on his back. "Carlos." She started. "We have to tell him. He will kill me if we don't." She said. "He will kill me if we do!" He retorted. "Carlos, we have to tell my dad. I have to tell my dad." Carlos looked as her chin rested on his chest. He couldn't help but feel so terribly bad. "He is going to kill us." He whispered, wrapping his arms around her. "Maybe, but I want to actually come to you without having to be so secretive." He had to admit, the whole secret thing was getting ridiculous. Even the simplest thing like liking one another's posts can and would be investigated by fans; it's what they did. "Can I think about what I'm going to say? I don't think he's going to appreciate me going out with his daughter who is ten years younger than me."
"Nine and a half years younger." She corrected. "Like that changes it." He rolled his eyes. "Carlos, if we don't tell him I'm not going to be with you. We have kept this secret for almost a year now and I would like to actually go out with you outside the paddock." Carlos sighed and looked between her eyes. He couldn't say no to her. "Okay, I'm not sure when we will but we will." He lifted her hand to rest on his chest. "As long as my heart beats, it's yours and since it's yours, it will do what you ask." Y/n smiled. "Will it let me bring you to the shower?"
"As tempting as that sounds, I have to head back to the paddock to get some work done." Carlos replied, kissing her. "But we can tomorrow morning." She nodded as she got up out of bed and headed to the bathroom whilst Carlos got up and collected his clothes, promptly dressing himself. "Jesus fucking christ." Carlos muttered, looking at his bare chest in the mirror. "My finest work yet." Y/n smiled, wrapping her arms around him and pecking his shoulder. He hummed, a tone of unamusement lingering. "At least its less noticeable than-" He paused, turning to Y/n in her towel. "Than whatever the fuck I have done to you." He was of course referring to the many bruises left on her collarbone and all down her torso. "I can't even wear my nice dress to dinner with my dad now." She uttered, faking her sadness. "If it's any consolation, mi amor, Fernando thinks that dress will prompt the single and younger drivers to make a move on you and he doesn't want that." His arms wrapped around her waist, resting on her lower back. "He has nothing to worry about. I have my old and not-so-single driver right here." She joked. "They could never do what I do." Y/n arched a brow. "You don't think Oscar would-"
"Get out before you make me even more late!"
#f1 blurb#f1 imagine#f1 oneshot#f1 oneshots#carlos sainz smut#carlos sainz imagine#carlos sainz fanfic#carlos sainz junior#carlos sainz jr imagine#carlos sainz jr x you#carlos sainz jr x reader#carlos sainz x female reader#carlos sainz x oc#carlos sainz x y/n#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz#carlos sainz jr#carlos sainz one shot#carlos sainz oneshot
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‘𝔴𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤’ 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔶𝔬𝔲 | 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔱𝔴𝔬
Summary: Small acts of service Miguel would provide to his favorite waitress
Content Warning: MUTUAL PINNING BITCHES HAHA. Two idiots in love, slow-ass burn. It is the same type of burn where you get a sunburn, and you have to peel away the dead skin off of you slowly.
Word Count: 😏 (jk, it's +1.7k)
Author’s Note: THANK YOU FOR 200+ NOTES FOR ‘WAITING’ FOR YOU OMG 🥹 I honestly thought it would flop, but seeing you guys enjoy it warms my heart up. Once again, thank you all. You all mean the world to me 😚🩷
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“Man, I'm so hungry,” Jess sighed to you. The woman looked over to you while adjusting her golden hoop earrings. “Girl, have you had the time to take a break and eat?” You questioned her, seeing the exhausted, sickly look on your face. “No, ever since that new manager, Alex, he's been on our asses about managing our time.” You massaged your temples slowly before leaning against the hostess's stand. “I get you, my headaches have been awful…” You mumbled to her.
As Jess stood at the hostess stand, she heard the deep voice of the restaurant owner echoing through the space. "If you have the time to lean, you have time to clean!" he bellowed, causing her to quickly abandon her post and hurry along with attending to her tables.
From a distance, you noticed the manager eyeing her sternly, and you spoke up in defense of the new, pregnant employee. "Take it easy on her," you implored, hoping to ease the situation. As you watched from afar, you could see that she struggled to keep up with the job demands. “You know what? I don't appreciate the talking back. Instead of an hour break, you're down to thirty minutes.” Alex sneered.
Your mouth opened agape, wanting to argue back. But you held back instead while you looked at Alex and walked away. “Thank you,” He sneered once again while walking away.
Way to go. You just had to talk back. Son of a bitch, I can't even take a proper break.
A long sigh escaped before Miguel made his way to the hostess stand where you were, resting half of your body on the counter, and a long sigh escaped from you, deep from the gut. “Hey, I just wanted to check how many reservations we have left for today.” He trailed off, seeing how hunched over you were on the counter.
“Yeah, let me just see…” You sat up quickly, allowing your hair to look a little messy. It was a cute sight for Miguel. It made it look like you just woke up from bed. Now seeing that, the man began to wonder how you looked in the morning, in his bed, under HIS blankets, in his SHIRTS—
"The manager informed me that we have five more reservations for tonight," you interjected, stealing his attention from the little fantasy he imagined. A yawn escaped your lips as you glanced at the list, betraying the exhaustion you felt from the long day. “Long day?” Miguel questions you. “Yeah, then Alex just cut my break short. He got mad that I defended Jess.” You grumbled.
“Jess… Jess…” He repeated before he turned to you. “The pregnant one, right?” You quirked a brow up by the way he memorized the newly hired waitress. “You know, you can't associate her being the pregnant one all the time; she's about to pop soon.”
“Sorry, I call it by the way I see it.”
“…touché.” You nodded before you put the reservation list away. A big, awkward silence fills between the two of you. “So, what do you associate me with?” You asked eagerly.
Miguel made a dismissive sound with his lips and then momentarily paused as if thinking. "I don't associate you with anything, to be fair," He finally said. You furrowed your brows, feeling a bit confused. "What? What do you mean?!" You exclaimed with a hint of annoyance in your tone.
“You're just there; not much to say about it.”
“What do you mean? We work on almost all shifts together!” You argued before Miguel left for the kitchen.
The man had a particular association with you - he didn't want to say it out loud.
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Alex is a hard ass.
While waiting for your lunch break and assisting your tables, you decided to help the bellboy, Miles, wipe some tables down since the restaurant fell into some downtime. But when Alex saw, a scowl formed.
“It's Miles’ job to wipe tables down. Your job is to greet guests and create reservation lists.” Alex hissed. “I understand, sir, but Miles needed help, and it's a dead hour at the restaurant now and—” Alex raises a hand, pausing you. “No, I've heard enough; you'll have a fifteen-minute break instead.”
Oh, hell no, he didn't.
“And you can't legally do that. That's forced labor; look it up.”
Alex turns to you, showing anger in his expression. You could already see the premature wrinkles on his forehead. Wanting to say something snarky about the thirty-year-old to smile every once in a while, you stopped yourself.“You know what? We can fix that attitude by… taking away your employee discount for today.”
You looked at Alex with furrowed brows and your mouth slightly agape. “Thank you for understanding.” Alex walked off, and as soon he was no longer in sight, a sense of anger entered your body. You stormed back to the hostess stand, feeling steam escaping your body.
Talking back to him in a manner like that? What the hell is wrong with me?
You grabbed the messily piled menus and straightened them out, somewhat slamming the menus down on the hostess stand. “Easy there.” You looked at the voice and saw it was none other than Gabriel, another waiter who came in during the weekends and holidays. Rolling your eyes, you huffed in anger and leaned against the counter.
“I heard what went down.”
“What else is there to hear, Gabriel?”
You shooed him away from the stand when new customers entered the restaurant. After being pushed around by your clientele on where they wanted to sit instead of where you picked for them, you seated them and stormed off, still ticked off by Alex. You sat at the hostess stand, groaned in frustration, and realized that Gabriel was still there. “What?” You snarled.
“I heard what went down.”
“Yes, you told me that minutes ago.”
Gabriel furrowed his brows for a moment and sighed. “Listen, we can share my lunch…” Gabriel suggested while you hastily cleaned up the stand in an angered manner. “I ordered too many portions, and it hasn't been touched—” You turned to him quickly, almost to the point where it made the grad student jump in fear.
“Are you asking me out for dinner?” You ask him, poking fun at the bashful young man. “Yeah, I mean—” The sound of a food container landing on the counter made the two of you see Miles leaving it behind. “Miguel told me to leave this for you,” Miles says with a simple shrug before returning to the dining area. “Messed-up order. He didn't want it to go to waste.”
You opened the container, and the sound of a sizzling steak with sauteed onions, topped with melting pepper jack cheese. The smell of fresh, cooked veggies and mashed potatoes makes your mouth water. While looking around for Alex, you hid the container in one of the cubbies behind the stand.
“Guess you don't have to invite me for dinner after all.” You shrug to Gabriel before you run off to help the next customers who enter the restaurant.
/
9:37pm
The humid air filled the outside as you held your phone close, waiting for your Uber to arrive. The sound of the restaurant door opening and closing greeted your ears until you two young college students walked past you, showing the two lovebirds happy with each other’s company.
Must be nice…
A vibration from your hand brought you back to reality and caused you to look at the mobile device. “Your Uber has canceled.”
What.
You glared at the mobile device before a groan of frustration escaped from the back of your throat. “Damn it!” You groaned before you looked to your left, seeing the busy sidewalk of pedestrians. “That’s just great…” Almost as if life hated you a little bit more than usual, a couple of raindrops landed on you, soon turning into a downpour of rain landing on everyone else. “Oh lovely, thank god…” You grumbled before stepping out to the sidewalk and walking home through the rain. The cool rainwater felt surprisingly calm and relaxing, even though it probably had infectious diseases.
You walked along the sidewalk, feeling the refreshing sprinkle of rain on your skin. As the raindrops started to fall more heavily, you realized you had forgotten your umbrella. Just then, you felt a tap on your shoulder, making you turn around. You were greeted by a tall, hooded figure standing beside you. You squinted through the rain to see his face, but the hood obscured most of it. The stranger gave you an umbrella, and you gratefully accepted it. Before you could thank him, the stranger walked ahead and bowed his head as he looked at the pavement.
You continued to squint through the rain, wanting to see who this generous man was, but to no avail.
/
Miguel stepped into his small, cozy apartment, dropping his soaking jacket on his sofa, not caring about the soaking fabric soaking the leather. A small mewl greeted him. A tabby marmalade cat soon jumped onto the couch and kneaded the cushions. The cat meowed out loud once again, soon looking up at Miguel with its wide brown eyes. "Hola, Lyla..." He sighed at the orangy cat before taking off his soaked clothes and throwing them to the side into a laundry bin.
While changing his work clothes in his bedroom, the marmalade cat jumped off the couch and reached the front door, soon pawing at an umbrella stand. The cat continued doing this until Miguel stepped out of his bedroom in sweats and slippers. "Lyla," Miguel paused as soon as the feline pawed at the umbrella stand. The cat continued to mewl out, unfamiliar with the missing umbrella her owner always brought home.
"Come on, I'll cook you a fish fillet." Miguel sighed, soon grabbing the tabby and moving her away from the door. A sniffle escaped from the man as he and Lyla made their way to the kitchen.
/Bonus Scene/
"Good morning-" You happily greeted but paused the greeting and got a jaw-dropping view before you. "Morning..." Miguel sniffled. His hair had little raindrops decorating his dark hair, with some bags under his eyes. What a sight to see... The sound of someone entering the workplace interrupted your train of thought. "Damn, Miguel. You look..." Peter greeted his coworker as he stepped into the restaurant and took off his coat that shielded him from the rain. "Not that great." Peter nervously greeted the executive chef. "You don't think I know that?" The aggravated man grumbled before he took off his coat and mumbled under his breath.
"I think I'm falling in love with someone, and it's a bad idea, right?"
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(Do y'all think that the slow burn ended? Think again...)
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On set of Dune II
This part of “The delicate beginning rush” universe- whole series HERE
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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader
Warning: smut 18+, blow job, cursing, MINORS PLEASE BE AWARE
Word count: 2k
Plot: you want to surprise Austin on the set of dune 2 and he gets shy about his fight scenes, but that is all forgotten when you work your magic on him.
A/n: this was a request by someone and it was so exciting to write, if you have more, send them to me and I’ll get to them as soon as I can.
With my busy schedule I barely got my assistant to fit this surprise flight to Budapest, so I could visit Austin on set of Dune 2. We haven't seen each other in person in 5 weeks, filming taking all of our time, on opposite sides of the world. It's not easy and it definitely is not pleasant, but we aren't the first nor the last to go through long distance. I have a few days off, time which I should have spend in the studio with Taylor, who's working on her new album, but I could not stay any longer without seeing Aus.
"Y/n so nice to meet you in person, I'm Denis. I have to say, I look forward to some day working with you, you're amazing!" The director says, putting his hand forward for me to shake. I smile kindly at him and take his hand. "Oh that's so beautiful of you to say, I look forward to that day as well, your work is so detailed and ambitious." I giggle, blushing a bit at his compliments. "Now I know this is a surprise for Austin, I did not say anything" he zips his lips closed chuckling "but you do have to sign some papers, just formalities you know." I nod and sign away, promising not to tell anything that I see today to anyone. "He's working, full make up, so brace yourself, it's really, it's a bit scary, come on."
Denis puts his hand on my shoulder and leads the way, as we walk I can start hearing grunting and thudding and all sorts of scenes. I am a bit worried about seeing Austin in full make up and acting like this psychotic character, considering that after the first time seeing him over video in full makeup I had a horrible nightmare. Granted he did call me at 3 am in the morning and I did answer kinda unconsciously, but still. There's big lights centered on two figures in the middle of a blue room, the rest is pretty dimly lit, so my eyes take a moment to adjust. I could recognize Austin's grunts anywhere, having had them in my ear for so long, so my knees feel a bit weak, my skin already hungry to feel him.
As I get used to the light, I see Austin move so athletically, jumping back avoiding hits, then throwing some good punches himself. He's been working very hard in the gym gaining a few pounds of muscle, looking toned like never before. God he looks so weird with this make up, I miss his blonde curly hair, thank god for the other movie he's filming, and this is all a fake bald cap. The other guy he's fighting with, uses a small knife, which I'm pretty sure it's fake but still scary. He swings it, in front of Austin's face and next thing I know he falls to the ground, catching himself mid fall, turning his head to the camera, showing his face full of blood. I stifle a scream, covering my mouth, feeling my heart pounding in my chest, I look at everyone, no one seems to notice. Austin flashes a smile, black teeth showing, with trembling hands I push my hair behind my ears and try and act as if I had known this was all an act.
"Cut! Austin man, amazing! Let's get makeup in here and clean it up, I want to shoot it one more time. Let's take five!" Denis says, and suddenly Austin's whole demeanor changes, it's so strange, he looks so scary, but his stance is so Austin. I clear my voice and wipe my sweaty palms on my pants, walking forward. Austin, being the sweet guy he is, is shaking hands with his partner. "Hi there stranger, need a tissue? I think you got a bloody nose." As soon as he hears my voice, he turns around, scooping my up in a tight hug, getting fake blood all over me. "Y/n!" Austin says, holding me tight to his chest, his lips kissing my neck, leaving wet splashes of fake blood. "Did you miss me baby?" I ask, patting his back, as my feet touch the ground. He doesn't answer, instead, his hands hold my face and he pulls me in for a kiss. It wet and bitter, even a bit sticky, but it tastes like him still. Austin breathes into the kiss, his tongue, entering my mouth exploring. I lace my hands around his neck and moan into him, forgetting for a minute where we are.
Austin pulls back resting his forehead on mine, breathing softly. "What are you doing here?" He asks a smile evident in his tone. I giggle when he rubs his nose against mine, pulling back to look at me. "Oh fuck, I got fake blood all over you, honey I'm so sorry!" He tries to wipe it with the back of his hand, but I take it away, holding his hand in mine. "It's fine, I'm just glad it's fake, I thought it was real." Austin can see that I'm as honest as they come and his eyes look sympathetic "I'm so sorry darling, I didn't mean to worry you!" He says, kissing my forehead head, then grunting annoyed. "I really should stop kissing you now." He says, rubbing his thumb over my forehead, on what I'm assuming is another fake blood stain. "You look so buff and scary, so so hot!" I say biting my lip.
"Really?" Even though all this white makeup I can see the slight blush he has on, turning all shy and avoiding eye contact. "So so hot!" I stand on my tiptoes and whisper in his ear, feeling him shiver as my breath fans over his skin. "I can't wait for you to make those pretty noises for me!" I laugh, but my breath gets stuck in my throat as his arms circle around me and he pulls me in, flush to his front. "Baby these leather pants are very very tight and leave no room." He says rubbing his pelvis in mine so I can feel his hard on. My blood starts boiling and I can almost see myself with him on top of me.
"Ask for ten minutes, bathroom break or something." I plead under my breath. Austin looks hesitant, but he still does it anyway. Denis gives his ok and we bolt to his trailer, knowing we don't have much time. I laugh all the way there and he tries to make small talk, telling me all about how filming as been going so far, event this he's already told all this stuff. I listen, but in the back of my head I'm far gone.
We close the door to his trailer and his lips are on mine instantly. His hands hold mine down, so that I won't be able to try and thread my fingers through his nonexistent hair. "Get on the bed!" I say breathless and step back, letting him move past me and onto the bed. "Y/n, my darling, I've missed you so so much." Austin says, sitting on his bed, leaning back a bit, legs spread wide, sporting a noticeable bulge. "I've missed you too." I admit and move in front of him, placing my hand in his hard on, squeezing him through his pants. "Fuck!" He says, throwing his head back. I work his pants open and slide them down enough to free his hard dick, looking red and needy. I lick my lips and get down on my knees. This would be my first time ever doing anything like this, but I've been thinking about it a lot and I've been wanting to try.
"Y/n y/n, no no baby you don't have to, honey come on!" Austin tries to lift me off the ground but I keep my position. "I want to, but I've never done it before, so if I do something wrong, just tell me. Please!" I bat my lashes at him and his hips thrust in the air. "Just, ok, but take it easy ok?" I nod and hold him in my hand. I spit on him and move my hand up and down, using my thumb to touch his head gathering more sleek from there. I can already feel my panties getting wet, so I squeeze my thighs together. I lean forward and take him in my mouth. So far he's been quiet, but now that my warm mouth is on him, he lets out a long breathy moan, fisting the sheets beside him. "Fuck, you are an angel! I love you so much!" He tastes salty, but good in a way. I swirl my tongue around and suck, bopping my head up and down. One of his big hands leaves the sheets and finds purchase in my hair. I moan around him and feel him shiver as a few more cures slip past his lips.
God I've missed him. "Fuck baby, you look so beautiful with your mouth around my cock, do you like it? Like how I fit in your mouth?" I love when Austin talks dirty to me, so I moan, picking up the pace, causing him to fall back on the bed, crying out In pleasure. I finally understand why he loves to do this for me, I think I could watch him like this for ages and not get bored. I feel him twitch in my mouth, so I move my free hand from his thigh, to his balls, squeezing softly. "Shit, fucking hell!" He grunts, pushing his hips a bit in my mouth. "Y/n, baby, I'm not going to last long, if you don't want it in your mouth, I'll tell you when ok?" I nod, but I know want it in my mouth, I've tasted him before, after giving him hand jobs, so now I'm more than eager to get a taste of him.
I sneak my hand under his balls and push slightly on the spot there, which causes Austin to jump off the bed a bit, pushing himself further down my throat making me gag, tears prickle my eyes. I breathe through my nose and relax for him, working on him, pushing on that secret spot. "Fuck, Y/n, baby that feels so good, ahh I'm cu-" he doesn't get to finish what he has to say, as his body goes rigid and he spills himself into my mouth. I stay calm and swallow him whole, enjoying they way it feels. When he's done, I let him out of my mouth, give him a few more strokes, ending with a kiss to his head, smiling at the way he curses.
He lifts me up into his arms and I lay my head in his chest. "Wow, are you sure you've never done this before? Because this must have been the best I've ever had!" Austin says out of breath. I giggle and kiss under his chin. "I like to read, I learn what I read." I explain, sighing when he moves his head to kiss my lips. His hand travels down my body and gives my ass a good squeeze, making me yelp, so he can sneak his tongue into my mouth.
A knock on the door as us parting, him quickly putting his pants on and me, wiping my face with a tissue. "Back on set!" A voice shouts from the other side of the door. "In a minute!" Austin screams back, trying to make himself as presentable as possible. "Can I come watch you some more?" I ask, turning the water on to was the dried fake blood from my face. I look back at Austin and he looks so timid now, scratching the back of his head. "I mean of course baby..."
"Aus..? What's up?" I ask using a towel to dry my face, while I look at him, his eyes wondering the room, avoiding mine. "Well I guess I'm just a tad shy, you know, I have to act pretty barbaric out there and I feel so silly, I'm just I don't know.." he says dropping his head. I get close to him and take his hands in mine, rubbing slow circles on his knuckles. "You don't look silly, you look fierce, and bold and scary, you have nothing to be shy about." I say kissing the tip of his nose. "Now come on big boy, you've got work to do, and the faster you finish here, the sooner you get to make love to me!" I wink at him and he chockes on his laughter, blushing a deep red.
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&. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 (𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( dialogue prompts taken from episodes 5 & 6 ( "eat at baratie!" & "the chef and the chore boy" ) of the netflix live action one piece series. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )
❛ how about we sail away as fast as we can? ❜
❛ about the battle, you wanna talk about it? ❜
❛ there's something on the breeze. smells like butter. soy sauce. and meat. ❜
❛ think he has brain damage? ❜
❛ i smell food, which means that there's someone somewhere cooking. ❜
❛ what's a... baratie? ❜
❛ let's eat! ❜
❛ you'll have to excuse them. they're idiots. ❜
❛ wanna take this outside? ❜
❛ are you asking me to dance? 'cause i kind of had my eye on that blonde at table eight. ❜
❛ i call it a true bluefin sauté. it's elephant tuna, seared asparagus, in a sweet soy reduction. ❜
❛ if i gotta sling one more prime rib medium-well, i am going to drop dead of boredom, you old shitbag! ❜
❛ this ain't gonna be a fight. i'm just going to kill him. ❜
❛ hi, welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambience is the food. ❜
❛ one of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal? ❜
❛ apologies, madam, i didn't see you there. ❜
❛ something wrong with your eye? ❜
❛ just blinded by your beauty. ❜
❛ nami's got a boyfriend. ❜
❛ did i catch you in the middle of something? ❜
❛ just killing some time. ❜
❛ who's the quarry? ❜
❛ doesn't sound like much of a challenge. ❜
❛ why are you after me? ❜
❛ you woke me from my nap. ❜
❛ i can't eat another bite. but it's so good. ❜
❛ who the hell is monkey d. luffy? ❜
❛ i don't even think there's liquor in this. it tastes just like candy. ❜
❛ who's ready for another drink? my treat. ❜
❛ i don't really do regret. no point in looking back. ❜
❛ sometimes, when i try to look ahead, all i see is back. ❜
❛ you know, you're a really good cook. ❜
❛ if a man is hungry, i feed him. ❜
❛ what are you carrying around that's so heavy? ❜
❛ i bet i know more about you than you do about me. ❜
❛ i guess something about you, you drink. you guess something about me, i drink.❜
❛ i have business with your captain. if you know what's good for you, you'll hand him over. ❜
❛ i've been following your career since i was a child. it's an honor to finally meet you, sir. which is why it pains me to inform you that tomorrow... you're going to die. ❜
❛ accept my challenge. you'll see how serious i am. ❜
❛ you want me to say you're the best? you're the best. okay? ❜
❛ you're the best i've ever seen, but you are not better than him. ❜
❛ why do you give a shit? ❜
❛ because you're my friend, you idiot. ❜
❛ you said it yourself. you don't have any friends. ❜
❛ what is that? i'm here for a sword fight. ❜
❛ i don't hunt rabbits with a cannon. ❜
❛ you're brave. i'll give you that. ❜
❛ wounds on the back are a swordsman's greatest shame. ❜
❛ this world could use a few more wild cards. ❜
❛ it's too soon for you to die. grow strong and come find me. i'll be waiting. ❜
❛ you could never fail me. ❜
❛ look, i'm not gonna lie to you. he's lost a lot of blood. it might be too late for him. but it might not be. ❜
❛ he's got one foot in each world right now, caught between life and death. you have to find a way to keep him tethered to our world. ❜
❛ nice of you to announce yourself. ❜
❛ i don't take orders. not even from the likes of you. ❜
❛ what's the matter? don't like fish? ❜
❛ if you don't want the fish, i got two-inch t-bones in the kitchen. or maybe you're in the mood for saffron risotto? ❜
❛ i can make anything. just tell me what you want. ❜
❛ being a captain, it's the toughest job in the world, okay? ❜
❛ how'd you two meet? were you on his crew or something? ❜
❛ oregano's for savages! ❜
❛ you've got a sharp tongue on you, boy. how about i cut it out and fry it up with some pig fat? ❜
❛ do what you want, but i'm not gonna die here. ❜
❛ they're all dead, except for us. ❜
❛ you ate it? you ate your own leg? ❜
❛ you don't even know me. why would you do that for a stranger? ❜
❛ so i'm gonna need you to live on. and i'm gonna need you to fulfill that dream... for both of us. ❜
❛ have any idea what that's like? having someone lose a limb to save your life? ❜
❛ sometimes, when you are in charge, you have to make the tough decisions. ❜
❛ i'd do anything to save him. anything. except stand in the way of his dream. ❜
❛ isn't there something that you want? something more than anything else in this world? ❜
❛ not everyone gets to follow their dreams. ❜
❛ did you not hear what i just said? they are hunting you. we need to run. ❜
❛ i can't let innocent people get hurt because of me. ❜
❛ i hear you're looking for me. ❜
❛ so this is the pirate i've heard so much about? ❜
❛ do you know who i am, boy? ❜
❛ how'd you even know how to find me? ❜
❛ if you bow down to me, i might even let you serve in my kingdom. ❜
❛ i don't bow down to any man. ❜
❛ i told you in the bar i didn't have any friends, but the truth is, i couldn't let myself have them... because i always end up hurting the people closest to me. ❜
❛ why waste your time killing a devil fruit eater? let the sea do it for you. ❜
❛ what is your problem? ❜
❛ me? i'm fine. you're the one with the problem. ❜
❛ you're not gonna be anything, not if you stay here. ❜
❛ it's not like i can just leave. ❜
❛ don't you get it? it's one thing to have a dream. it's another to go after it. ❜
❛ you want my permission? you got it. ❜
❛ i didn't know what to say before, but i know what to say now, and it's so simple. i need you. ❜
❛ you gonna keep talking, or let me get some sleep? ❜
❛ i vow to stand by your side from now until the end. ❜
❛ you're my captain, and i'm your first mate. ❜
❛ heard you guys need a cook. ❜
❛ why are we bringing the waiter? ❜
❛ you keep your feet dry. ❜
❛ you know, all these years, living under your shitty roof, cooking at your shitty restaurant... i owe you my life! ❜
❛ thank you for putting up with my shit all these years, old man. ❜
❛ i'll never forget you! ❜
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Lyney/Reader
Genshin spoilers under the cut, for 4.0 Fontaine Archon quests.
Containes unexpected kissing and the barest slightest tiniest slight yandere Lyney, might not be canon compliant bc I got stuck halfway through trying to do quest stuff and came to write this instead.
I thought I was in a bit of a dry spell but it turns out I just needed some catboy coded manipulation to get back in the swing of things. I think all three of them would be subtly manipulative like this and I love it. Hopefully I can write more of them soon :D
This came out a lot cuter than I pictured. I don't really think Lyney would be an overtly violent or threatening lover.
The first time Lyney kisses you is right after Crowell dies. Your eyes widen, still focused on Lynette's, while her brother presses his mouth against yours in a kiss decidedly not appropriate for someone the prime suspect in a murder trial. The basket of food you brough knocks awkwardly against your knees, tilting you forward at an uncomfortable angle.
The supervising garde coughs. Lyney releases you. You steady yourself against him.
"I brought you food. Freminet was worried you would get hungry," you say, uncovering the dishes. Lyney's little brother had practically thrown bowls at you while you struggled to fasten your cloak. "Some might be a little wet. It's pouring out there."
"Thank you," Lynette says, taking the basket. "I'm going to the dressing rooma to share."
"Sorry it's mostly leftovers," you say, watching her bow bob as she leaves.
Her exit leaves you and Lyney in the half-light of backstage, the spotlights casting eerie shadows on the props. The garde moves a few steps away.
Lyney seems to realize how stiffly you're holding yourself. "Sorry," he says, releasing your elbow. "Overwhelmed, I guess. Crowell..."
You knew Crowell—were the one to reccommend him for the job, in fact. You glance at the curtain covering everything.
"Freminet's worried about you. Says there's too many visitors for him to handle."
Lyney sighs. "Poor Freminet. He didn't have anything to do with this. I feel terrible about it all, I'm not there to support him..." He catches sight of you again and gasps. "Oh, archons, what am I doing? You're soaked through and through. I was so busy worrying about this I completely forgot my manners. I'll find you a change of clothes somewhere."
Someone in the dressing room offers you a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate. Lyney continues hovering at your side, fussing. "I don't deserve you," he says, once his troupe has largely wandered off to rest. It's closer to dawn than sunset and you've mostly dried off. He sits at the edge of the pile of cushions you're propped up on, fiddling with his shoelace.
"I haven't done anything," you mutter, eyelids itching to close.
"That's not true," he says. "You keep the house in order, take care of Freminet, patch up all our costumes, organize the troupe, bring us food..." He trails off looking at you. "The kiss."
You look away. "Overwhelmed?"
He makes a frustrated noise. "Yes, but- Ah," he sighs, collapsing backwards closer to you. "I really did mean it. I just... probably should have waited for a better time. I hoped, after today's show, that, you know..." He dissolves into groans again. "Freminet adores you and so does Lynette. After this is all over, do you think maybe we could perhaps, ah, continue that?"
You see his face pressed to the cushions, rough fabric against his smooth cheek. He looks at you softly, like a dream, poised like a cat about to pounce.
Him. Lynette. Freminet. They all want to catch you somehow.
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Can't help but think about a Vampire!Tav x Karlach... so part 1 of this idea :) pardon the lack of quality haven't done this for a while.
Vampire!Tav x Karlach:
You're one of Astarion's siblings, and let's say here that the rite simply Does Not Exist and we just gotta kill Cazador cuz he's already bad enough as is. The scars are indeed a shitty, Raphael style poem.
You and Astarion are basically double trouble, absolute menaces, downright diabolical together...but then Halsin comes along and ruins everything.
Astarion is...good? Suddenly? Or at least, he tries to be. Because Halsin is as good as people get, and for once...it's actually affecting Astarion.
And ugh. You hate it.
He's all smiles and rainbows now. Giggling like a lovesick idiot. You pity him for looking like such a fool. Doesn't he know how easy it is to string someone along? How easy it was to hand them over to Cazador and then just...forget them? How little love actually meant?
At least, that's what you tell yourself when you watch them being together. In reality, you're jealous of Astarion as much as you are a teeny tiny bit happy.
What could it be like? Loving someone just...because? To finally feel safe around another person? Protected? Cared for?
Astarion doesn't look afraid anymore, whereas you can't go a day without hearing Cazador's voice ordering you around. To sit up straight, to know your place, to never dare to drink the blood of a another–
"Soldier? Mm it's not even morning yet... Huh? Hey, easy-shit–easy there soldier! If you need to, uh, eat? Wait hang on, it's more like drinking isn't it? Well, you know what I mean! What I'm trying to say is, if you need blood..."
Your band of misfits had been hurrying to Baldurs Gate like maniacs, leaving you little time to feed. Sure, you caught your occasional animal, but unlike Astarion, you didn't have a humanoid blood bank willing to be your donor. You'd been hungry for days, however, you still thought you had everything control.
"...could ya ask before you try to take a bite outta my neck?"
Coming out of your hunger induced daze to find a surprised Karlach underneath you was...alarming, to say the least.
Not because of the position–she was warm and so fucking firm underneath your skin, sharply contrasting your cold, undead body. You nearly wanted to melt into her arms.
When was the last time you'd experienced warmth apart from blood and tears? Let alone the warmth of another person?
But this wasn't a time to loose focus. Karlach has already warned Astarion when your secret identities had been revealed. She'd wring your neck for actually trying to bite her now. Sure, you were strong–buy you'd be a fool to think you had a chance against the tiefling.
You're frozen in panic so long that Karlach begins to move, slowly trying to prop herself up with her elbows. She's trying to make sure you don't fall off her...
Though at the realization, her efforts are in vain as you lurch yourself away in horror.
Shit, shit, shit–
"I-I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I wasn't in my right mind. I swear I would never... I-I know you said to keep our teeth to o-ourselves..."
Your dead heart pounds, and you're certain she'll snap you in two after this. Why couldn't it have been Gale? Or even Wyll? At least with them you had the chance of survival. With a barbarian like Karlach?
This time, you really were going to die.
You squeeze your eyes shut when she finally rises from her bed and stalks toward you. Slow, purposeful steps. Her eyes are troubled, and you can't fathom why.
That is until she stops you and softly speaks.
"I thought you'd been looking a little tired these days. I shoulda brought it up early, but I know you like your privacy. Y/N..."
There's a beat of silence, and then everything is sweet. Mouthwatering. The scent of blood invades your senses. It's good. So good.
Your head snaps up, and Karlach has her knees bent, thumb out like she's telling you 'good job!' However, what catches your eyes is the cut on it–dripping blood onto the dirt between you two.
"I don't mind sharing...if you don't mind the heat."
It's an amusing sight for Karlach, you're sure, but you'd abandoned your pride long ago.
Well, more like 5 minutes ago–but can you blame a girl when she's starving?
You suck on her thumb like her blood is holy, eager to satiate your hunger. Karlach shivers, and you swear she grits her teeth, but you can't stop.
Her blood is intense, like chugging molten lava straight down your throat. Yet it doesn't actually burn. It tingles, it warms, it... rejuvenates you. Was this what it meant to drink from a thinking creature? Or was Karlach simply the best meal you'd ever had...?
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MASTERCHEF FAIL | Pedro Pascal x f!reader | One shot
Written by Santa Trindade
Banner: @ithedevilsbaby
Made in Brazil
Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader
Summary: With a busy schedule, Pedro finds some time to spend with you. You promised him to cook his favorite food. Maybe things get out of hand and dessert comes before dinner.
wc: 4.7k
rating/warnings: [no minors][sex in the kitchen][unprotected PIV][smut][first person][oral sex][f receiving] [m receiving][Pedro a little dom] [curse words] [fingering] [daddy kink] [chocolate in sex]
Weekends are always a box of surprises, I never know if he will be available, in the middle of so many jobs.
I understand when he needs to be away, sometimes we can see each other only in the middle of the week, a quick date, but as a good surprise, here I am.
I pick up my phone in the middle of the bed sheets and see that it's 7:32 p.m., it's Saturday, it's cold and there's a light rain, the day flew by.
Whenever we decide to watch something together, we spend more time trying to choose a movie than actually watching something, and when we finally choose and finish watching it, it's already night time.
I’m so hungry and even before I can say anything, Pedro says…
“You promised you would cook for me today, remember?“
He says excited as he pulls the duvet of my body and gently caresses my right thigh, which shivers at the same moment I feel his fingers.
“How could I forget? You spent the day saying you went shopping just to taste my food“ I answer between laughs while I pull him for a lazy kiss before getting out of bed.
“I want to see if you didn't forget anything.”
I leave the room heading towards the kitchen, Pedro comes right behind me going down the stairs yawning and commenting on scenes from the movie, laughing at me saying that he knew when I confessed to having dozed off in some parts of the movie.
I go into the kitchen and open the fridge, while I see it inside it I'm mentally checking everything I'm going to use is there. I let out a little laugh and bite my lip when I see that he bought chocolate, the same ones I once mentioned are my favorites.
“Got everything you need, babe?” He asks as he sneaks up approaching me, he runs his hand over my waist and pulls me making my body close to his chest, feeling his lips on my neck kissing me, then I answer..
“You did pretty well, you got the essential” I say laughing when I feel his beard tickle me. I turn my body facing him, pushing the fridge door with one hand.
“Now you can leave it to me”
Pedro stares at me raising his eyebrow after asking for the second time if I want help, even though I say that he doesn't roll his eyes mockingly, he gently kisses my neck and raises his lips to my ear and says…
“I'm excited to know if your food tastes as good you do.. my sluty chef.”
I laugh loudly and squeeze my hands on his chest, playing with the lace of the sweatshirt he wears, in an attempt to disguise how just a few words coming out of his mouth can affect me so much.
He lets me go and turns towards the cabinets and I open the fridge again taking everything I need, trying to force my brain to concentrate and ignore the distraction that is Pedro walking through the kitchen.
_It's a fucking distraction_
The rain is constant outside, some thunder mixes in the midst of our conversation,
Pedro tells me how chaotic the traffic was today, he tells me while he helps me get the ingredients from the pantry, so I ask him
“How was your day babe?” He responds excitedly while distributing the ingredients across the countertop
“Was amazing, got to meet a lot of great people and had a blast... Even got this jeans... Humm do I look sexy for you all jeans?”
I approach him with a jar of sugar in my hand, I say…
“You are so sweet i can't put more on you now... Let's turn on the music?”
He turns around and turns on the speaker that is on a small shelf next to the closet and asks me to connect my phone to whatever I want to hear.
*The Weeknd- After hours*
I decided to cook for him something quick and delicious, a truffled parmegiana with rice.
I ask Pedro to finish picking up the dry ingredients in the pantry while I start cutting the chicken breast and seasoning it before sealing and putting it in the oven.
“Do you want help whit that?”
He says approaching me, passing one hand on my thigh and the other hand he puts on my hand that holds the knife.
“Babe, get some wine for us? But come back here closer...”
With a quick kiss on my neck he moves away and seconds later comes back with a bottle and two glasses, he serves us and walks towards me, behind me.
He holds the glass with wine with his left hand and the right he takes my hair off my neck and starts taking light bites on the uncovered skin, he says that the smell is wonderful and that he can't wait because he is starving.
He brings his body closer to mine, resting his cheek on my head, he hugs me and stays there, just feeling my body in his and listening to the music. I can still make some movements with the knife, cutting the meat, but it's getting so hard to resist.
_He knows the power he has over me and he abuses it_
I let go of the knife when I feel his hands holding me and turning in front of him
“That chicken takes some time to cook huh?” He asks and I say yes, sliding my hand through him, landing on his cock that is already hard.
I look into his eyes and say..
“You always have to tease me huh?” He laughs and shrugs, as if he doesn't know what I'm talking about.
“Aren't you hungry Pascal? Let me cook for you.”
He removes the cup from my hand and puts it on the side, on the countertop and presses his body on mine, his hands holding the edge of the countertop, holding me there, between him and the marble.
My eyes sweep his face, his beard starting to turn gray, some gray strands on his chin, it makes him so fucking sexy.
“I could eat another incredibly tasty thing and I would be satisfied.” He talks and puts his hands on my waist, pulling me closer, through the fabric of his sweatshirt shorts I can feel exactly the position that his cock is and I feel him pressing against me.
_Fuck_
I look into his eyes and drag my hands inside his t-shirt, feeling his hot skin automatically shiver when I run my nails through his ribs.
He is hot, I inhale the perfume, still feeling present, but the smell of his skin surpasses any expensive fragrance.
I feel his breath close to my face, I look into his eyes and there are those abandoned puppy eyes, but there is also a look that asks what my next step will be.
“What if I cook for you and then you choose whatever dessert you want.” He raises an eyebrow and smiles in the corner, biting his lip and presses the cock more on me, his hands go down to my ass and squeezing, he kisses my neck and between kisses he says
“You know I can be really picky about desserts, right?” He says and run his tongue from my collarbone to my ear biting.
“I'll give you whatever you want.” I answer and pull him by the back of the neck, gluing our lips, his stache has some wet threads of wine, his tongue tastes like wine and danger, I bite his lip and pull between his teeth and he sighs squeezing my ass harder.
“You won! But will you please let me help?” He says and kisses me again, this time in a hurry.
His lips are soft and overwhelming, the taste of wine only makes everything more intoxicating, and for a second I forget that I should be making a dinner!
Pedro squeezes my waist more, pushes me a little and presses my ass against the kitchen island, I feel the cold marble on my legs. He moves the hair that is over my shoulder and gives a soft but warm kiss, that's enough to make my whole body shiver.
He is calm and patient in all his actions, without the slightest hurry. The tic tac of the oven timer mixes the music, it makes my thoughts about dinner get lost.
_I can't think with him so close to that_
He kisses my neck and soon his breathing starts to get panting, just feeling his breath makes me horny. He presses his cock against me, every time I run my fingers around his neck I feel the pulsating vein against my skin, I run my fingers through the curls of his hair.
“Are you going to help me or make me burn the food?” I ask almost in a whisper trying to hold the moan stuck in my throat while he squeezes my ass shamelessly rubbing his cock on me.
“I'm helping babe...” He says in a fun tone of voice as his hands rise back to my waist, he lifts me up making me sit on the bench
“... I'm helping to kill time while the food is in the oven.”
He says that and runs his hands through my legs making them open automatically, he stays between them, his right hand slides from my thigh to my ass squeezing the flesh. His left hand goes up crawling down my back until it reaches the back of my neck, he holds me there completely at his mercy.
He remains calm and making every movement in such a precise way that it is agonizing, it only makes me more and more horny, he acts in such a way that it seems that he wants to taste every inch of my skin, without haste, as if the world were frozen and only the two of us were there.
Pedro slides the hand that was on my ass into my blouse, he finds my nipple goosebumps already, he squeezes and rolls between his fingers, at the same moment a moan escapes from my lips, this makes him growl low.
“We can't now Jose...” I talk trying to look like I want him to stop, but my body betrays me, my back arches while he pulls my blouse to get tangled over my breasts. The cold air makes me shiver, but his warm hands make me pulse. He bends slightly, just enough to run his tongue through my nipple, I watch his tongue rotate through my nipple and soon I see and his mouth cover my breast, sucking, delighting in my body.
_This is a fucking hot view_
“humm.. dessert cannot be served before dinner” I say
“I know babe, but can I taste just a little bit?” He asks looking at me with those puppy eyes, his mouth goes down my belly, leaving licks, but soon rises again to my breast.
“You are so fucking hot... Let me try just a little bit.”
His words cross me like a sharp knife, I feel my pussy so wet.
He gets up dragging his lips through my skin and kisses me in a way that takes the air out of my lungs. His hand is playing with the jeans in my shorts, going towards my pussy, the way he releases my lips with a bite and watches his fingers play with the button of my jeans is so hot.
He slowly opens the zipper, he looks into my eyes when I let out a moan in anticipation to feel his fingers on me
“Are you horny?” He speaks with a low laugh, he says that and looking into my eyes I feel him slide his middle finger into my panties, the feeling of his finger against my swollen clit is surreal.
'TRIIIIIIN'
The oven timer goes off, making us look scared at the oven. He laughs shaking his head and says
“It looks like dessert will really only be served after dinner anyway...”
Pedro is still between my legs, my hands holding the waistband of his shorts, ready to pull and finally feel him, with a sigh I move away from him and lean enough to reach the button to turn off the oven and tell him
“I'll let it a little bit open so we can have more time and don't burn it... The only thing I want it's you burning inside me...”
He takes the glass of wine next to me and takes a big sip, as if he were recovering, he speaks softly
“This is the way babe”
*OCT 33 - Black pumas*
Pedro puts the wine glass in place and pushes me to lie on the bench, his hand goes back under my blouse, grabbing my breasts, interspersing between one and the other, with his free hand he pulls my jeans by the legs and throws it to the floor, he passes his finger through the side of my panties, going down my groin until he reaches the center of my pussy he pulls the fabric to the side and rubs my clit and slide his finger to the end into me. The way he does it makes him use his thumb to stimulate my clit, with circular movements he looks at me, watching my whole body, smiling he watches me melt on his fingers.
I feel like cursing him screaming, but I also feel like just obeying everything he says.
He speeds up the movements of his fingers and says
“My dinner is you now! Do you understand?” I feel the orgasm coming, so close, I'm not able to answer I just fall on his fingers, cumming slowly feeling my body vibrate, my legs shake and start to close, he quickly removes his hand from my breast and holds my thigh stoping me from closing them, I just close my eyes and feel the pleasure taking over every cell of my body.
When I open my eyes I come face to face with Pedro licking his fingers with my cum, his eyes half-closed watching me, he’s lust in desire.
“Would you like something to fulfill you now?” He holds the cock drooling from pre cum
I'm not able to say anything, I just shake my head as if I were talking
"Yeah you motherfucker you did it!"
He positions his cock in my entrance and puts everything in, he moans low but hoarse, he holds my thighs and looks me in the eyes, biting his lip he starts to put slowly, he is looking me in the eye and his cock going in and out of me.
It penetrates me slowly but accurately, reaching a specific point inside me that makes me arch my back.
“like that huh?”
“Do you like it when my cock goes in like that slowly?”
“Do you want faster?”
“Say little girl.” Every word he says is a slow and lazy lunge inside me.
“Yes please fuck me! Please...”
So in a silent torture he stop moving and looks at me, his eyes pass from mine to my lips.
I try to raise my hip in the failed attempt to rub myself on it, at least one touch!
“I'm starving babe, let's eat? “ He says casually, he grumbles and takes his cock out of me and puts on his shorts again, he extends his right hand to me and smiles raising his eyebrow.
I can't believe it.
“WHAT? PEDRO? ARE YOU CRAZY? “ I say loudly in shock.
He laughs and picks up the glass, after a long and seemingly eternal sip of wine he shakes his hand ordering me and pick it up.
“I'm hungry babe... I said.”
I get up from the bench and he holds me by the waist and pulls me out, when my feet touch the floor my knees falter, but his hands hold me firmly. He brings his lips closer to mine listening to him say
“Just put on your panties, ok? I'll be waiting for you at the table.” He says and leaves as if nothing had happened.
I feel my heart racing.
“Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal come here right now! Are you insane?”
I'm alone in the kitchen, looking around not understanding shit.
_Am I hallucinating? Did he really leave me like this? _
I shake my head in an attempt to lighten my thoughts, I run my hand over my forehead and feel the thin layer of sweat that has accumulated. I still see myself naked and alone in the kitchen.
_Do you want to play Jose Pedro? Let's play then_
I put my panties on and I feel my pussy protest still wanting more, I put on my blouse and everything seems uncomfortable, I just want his cock until I forget my own name!
I serve the food, I do it in the best way I can, although I'm soaked and piss off I don't want it to be an ugly dish, after tidying up I put it on a tray and go towards the living room.
Pedro is sitting at the table quietly, he has his head turned towards the fireplace, the crackling fire mixes with the music, the room has low lighting, shades of red and brown take over the place.
I put our dishes on the table and he looks at me and gives a mocking smile.
_Breathe deeply, he's playing with you_
*Love is a bitch - Two Feet* starts playing, and that's enough to get me into the game he wants.
I sit at the table in front of him, and take the glass of wine, without taking my eyes off his I take a long sip, I put the glass back and with my index finger clean the small drop that has accumulated on my lip, sucking my finger.
Pedro lets out a small cough and straightens up on the chair, he is as horny as I am, but this provocation is hot and none of us wants to finish.
He looks at his plate and takes a bite, he chews slowly looking at me, his eyes never lose mine.
“Hmmm this is wonderful...taste amazing “ He says that while passing his finger on the corner of his mouth and licking, the same finger that was inside me a few minutes ago.
I don't say a word, I just get up, take the bottle of wine, and approach him, I bend in an exaggerated way, wanting him to see all the curves of my body, I fill his glass.
With a slap on the table he pushes the chair back and a growl comes out of his throat
“Fuck dinner! I'll eat you until you scream so loud.” So that's enough for him to get up and push me to the wall, my back hits the wall, my head hits, but I don't care.
He holds me tightly against the cold wall, his body so close to mine that we could merge.
His breathing is getting faster and faster, all my brain thinks about is feeling his cock pulsating against me. With a quick movement Pedro turn me against the wall, my back that were cold from the wall now find his chest hot, even through the T-shirt he wears I can feel.
His hands go to my hips, he pulls me making me lean towards him, he slides my panties down my legs, bending down along with the fabric, he takes it off my feet, and before throwing it in the middle of the room he inhales my smell…
With a deep voice he says slowly as he goes up until he stands behind me.
“I tried babe... I swear i tried... The food “ He talks whining, his right hand circles my body and goes towards my pussy, he rub my clit but soon slides his finger inside me again.
“Was really good... Oh fuck! But all I can think about is your pussy, let me eat that pussy babe”
I can't think of anything else, he knows that my answer will be a big yes, everything he asks I will say yes, I just need him to fuck me now, in every way he wants.
I turn my head and look over my shoulder, he looks beautiful, his eyes focused on my body, his mouth slightly open, the impression he gives is of a hunter watching the prey.
One hand he holds my waist firmly, the other he keeps it in my pussy.
“I've wanted this since the moment i walked into this kitchen, please... Please Pedro just fuck me!”
My supplication is like gasoline for the fire that is his body, he quickly moves away from my body and removes the clothes, throwing it everywhere, he holds the cock dripping pre cum and rub through my pussy, the right hand goes back to my clit, squeezing, teasing.
He grabs hard holding my waist so hard that I know that tomorrow I will have marks, his moan with every thrust is so tasty, I could hear it forever.
Pedro pulls me close to his chest, the hand that was on my waist goes up to my blouse, in a silent order I finish taking off my blouse.
He wraps an arm in my belly and a hand he rests on the wall, so it seems that his cock reaches deeper inside me, directly to my G-spot, I'm so close.
“Your food is really good babe... But damn, look what you do to me” He whispers in my ear as he gets harder and harder, our moans mixing the songs.
Pedro takes his cock out of me and guides me to the couch, he sinks his face into my neck and slide it back in, he punches it hard, it hurts a little.
He holds my left leg and puts it over his shoulder, my hands go to his back, sliding down his already sweaty, he kisses me and bites me in such an intense way.
*Post Malone- Circles* starts playing, making everything more intoxicating.
Pedro moans low and grunts in my ear, I look for his lips again, I don't want to stop kissing and biting those lips.
He feels that I'm almost cumming and so does he and that makes him intensify the thrusts, the way he holds me
_He knows, he notices my body_
“I want to cum inside you babe... But I know you like to swallow”
Our bodies slippery with sweat, he takes off his cock and sits on the couch desperately, I kneel and start sucking hard on his cock, he holds my hair and cums in my mouth, making me taste him, he moans my name softly and says “yes...yes...have it all.. aah fuck!”
I swallow every drop, I keep on my knees and watch him thrown on the couch, the irregular breathing he asks me
“What about that chocolate i brought to you?”
“Hmmm” I smile and get up, my whole body shakes, my legs are wobbly, I go to the kitchen and get the chocolate bar and then I think about melting it
As soon as I finish, I put it in a pot and return to the living room, Pedro is still thrown on the couch, the only difference is that now a joint is stuck on his lips, he raises an eyebrow for me when he sees me holding the bowl.
“What are you up to baby girl?”
I smile maliciously at him and get closer, put one leg on each side and ride on him, his hands go straight to my breasts, playing with my nipples, a caress full of lust.
None of us are satisfied yet.
I take the weed from his lips smoke it and slowly bring it back to his mouth
The way he's being on the couch is the perfect angle for what I have in mind. I dip a finger in the chocolate and feel that it is at the ideal temperature, I take my finger to his lips, and lick and kiss, removing any remnants.
He moans softly and says it's delicious.
I take more chocolate and make it drain from his neck to the nipple, I slowly lick everything, taking some bites, some light ones, some stronger ones that make him grun.
“Now I'm your dessert my little bitch?” He asks having fun with what I'm doing.
“Yeah daddy... What could be better than you with chocolate?”
I get up and kneel between his legs, putting the pot next to him, I dip my fingers again in the chocolate and let it drip on his cock, which is already hard again, I watch the chocolate drip from the head of the cock to the base. I hold his cock and lick everything, feeling the taste of his skin, the cum and the chocolate, all turning into a new flavor.
I take more chocolate and let drops spread on his thighs, lick slowly and bite, leaving a small bite mark on the left thigh.
“Suck bitch get daddy's cock clean so I can shove into that pussy huh” He says and holds my hair in a ponytail, he raises his hip and starts fucking my throat as if it were my pussy, making me choke I scratch my nails on his thighs, this seems to stir him up and makes him push the cock more in my throat, my lungs burn in search of air.
He pulls my hair, making me look into his eyes, my eyes are full of tears, he holds my neck and squeezes and pushes me to lie on the floor.
Pedro starts distributing bites over my belly, licking and biting until he reaches my breasts, he holds my right nipple with his teeth, biting until I arch my back with burning, soon he licks and sucks slowly.
His cock rubbing on my thigh, Pedro moves far enough to take the chocolate and spread it over my breasts, he sucks and licks and bites every little piece of skin.
“Damn this is the dessert I always want to eat...fuck bitch!”
He kneels between my legs, his left hand he holds my knee, leaving me more open, his right hand he holds his cock by the base and rubs the head of the cock through my swollen clit, he beats and rubs, he stays in this torture for a few seconds, almost making me cum like this
“Fuck me now!” I whine loudly
He starts slapping me, slaps me on the thighs, chest and face, so he holds my neck and says
“Beg just beg and I'll give you what you want”
“Please, I beg you please fuck me hard!” I say in the midst of moans
He slides his cock no mercy, taking a scream out of my throat, he sinks his face into my neck and moans my name in my ear, he curses disconnected things, I can barely understand when he grumbles "slut bitch bitch"
My nails scratches his back.
“Scratch me, show daddy how dirty you are...”
I moan more and squeeze my pussy on his cock, Pedro puts his hand between our bodies and begins to massage my clit, his middle finger circulating in a torturous way, without stopping to fuck.
He speaks in my ear, he moans as if he were suffering, but it is also a hoarse, almost animalistic moan
“Cum for daddy honey, cum on daddy's cock and scream, I want it!”
He orders and my body obeys, I cum strong, my back arching, my breathing heavy and difficult. He doesn't stop masturbating me, he says
“One more time babe, one more..”
My body seems to obey everything he says, I enjoy again as strong as the first.
“Now I'm going to cum inside you so you can have my cum everywhere!”
He goes harder, holding my neck and looking into myeyes he pushes it three more times and cums hard inside me, I feel the hot jets of cum filling me.
Pedro collapses on top of me, he laughs weakly and kisses my face, and gives one last lick and bite on my neck that still some chocolate.
“Let's take a shower?”
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Hypnotized Help: Liam
"Your wine and cheese, master," Liam's low voice announces as he delivers the tray to the den. The former celebrity lowers his head to a humble bow in my direction.
"Good," I snatch my drink as he serves it to me, "Now, go check on dinner! My guest is getting hungry and I'm getting impatient."
"Right away, master," he answers with a shaky voice, and then he swiftly scurries away toward the kitchens.
"I still can't believe that Liam Hemsworth is your waiter!" my friend exclaims in awe, "How on earth did you afford this mansion, let alone the cost to hire celebrity servants?"
"Well, that's the thing," I start to explain, "I didn't actually hire anybody..."
"Wait, what?"
"Dinner is served, master," my famous waiter announces from the doorway.
As we are led to the dining room, neither of us can help but stare at Liam's butt beneath his pressed uniform slacks. I could watch his body pour me wine and serve me food all night, and that's exactly what he does as the two of us sit down to eat. Liam is the only one waiting on me and my guest tonight, but neither of us mind watching him slowly walk our meals out one by one.
"Pepper, sir," Liam asks my friend, holding the grinder over his dish.
"Uh..."
"Dude, there's no need to be nervous," I remind my friend with a laugh, "He's not a big shot actor here. He's just the waiter. Isn't that right, Liam?"
"It is, master," Liam instantly affirms to my friend, "Allow me to serve you, sir."
"Ok," he stammers, "I'll have some." My friend sweats nervously as he stares at the actor in awe. I have a feeling Liam could be shoveling up dung and my friend would still drool over him.
"That's all for now, Liam," I say when he's dumped more than enough pepper on the plate.
"Yes, master."
The actor takes a step back, stiffening his back against the wall, waiting until he needs to fetch something for either of us.
"I still don't understand why Liam Hemsworth would be your waiter," my friend gasps quietly.
"I'd love to tell you, but I'm eating," I grumble between bites, "Liam, tell my friend how I hypnotized you."
"Yes, master," he turns his head to my friend, "I accidentally bumped into the master while avoiding cameras. I don't recall too much of what the master did to me..."
I groan, dropping my fork, "I used a handshake induction. Remember? You were instantly susceptible..."
"That's right, master," he continues, "I was put under some kind of hypnosis. When I woke up, I had an overwhelming urge to come to this address, and when I got here, I somehow knew exactly what to do. I entered through the backdoor, where I met with the other servants. They explained that I would be trained as one of the master's waiters, so I spent the night learning the etiquette and responsibilities of the job. The next night, I returned and got fitted for a uniform. I finally waited on the master that night, and I've reported back every night for the last two weeks to serve him his dinner."
"You've come a long way," I sarcastically praise him, "At least, your not breaking plates anymore."
Liam's face flushes, "I cannot apologize, enough, master. It will not happen again."
"Better not," I continue playfully, "If it does, you'll stay the night, polishing each plate until morning."
I catch a glimpse of my friends dumbstruck face in the corner of my eye, "So if he's hypnotized...?"
"What?" I press him.
"Well, can we make him do more than just serve us food?" my friend asks sheepishly.
"That's why I invited you here, dude. I know all about your celebrity crush..."
My friend whips his head over to Liam, finally looking at him without shame, lust written all over his face.
"...but we can't play until after he's done working for the night," I add, "Liam, clear away our dishes. Come to us in the billiards room when you have finished."
"Yes, master," Liam snaps into action, smoothly bussing the horde of used plates back to the kitchen, while my friend and I get up to leave.
"And Liam?"
"Yes, master?" he looks up from a stack of dirty plates.
"Make sure you wear your tie, vest, and apron when you report back to us."
The actor gives me a confused look, "Yes. Of course, master."
"Only your tie, vest, and apron." I reiterate.
The corner of Liam's mouth curls ever so slightly. I've already had fun with him in the last few weeks, but now it was my friend's turn.
"Yes, master," he purrs deeply back.
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do u have any advice/knowledge on how to slowly break eating disorder habits, or advice on how to break bad habits, ur blog is so inspiring and i love it so much u give great advice!
Thank you so much!!
First of all i'm very proud of you for wanting to work on negative habits in your life.
Think about a habit you've tried to stop. It could be something like biting your nails, eating too much at night, spending too much money, or always looking at your phone. Bad habits are easy to start but hard to get rid of.
This happens because our brains are wired to seek rewards, and bad habits can hijack this system. If you've ever tried to stop a bad habit, you know it's not as simple as just doing it for 21 days (that's a myth). It takes determination, a plan, and knowing how habits work.
Habits are things we do automatically, without thinking. They happen because our brains like shortcuts to save energy. Once a habit forms, it's like our brain goes on autopilot, and we do things without even deciding.
Why can't we just control ourselves and replace bad habits with good ones? The idea of self control has been around for a while, but it turns out our brain's self-control system (like the part that helps us resist temptations) can shut down when we're stressed. So, just deciding to quit a habit isn't that simple. However, since habits come from our brains, we can change them by understanding how to talk to our brains.
Breaking habits isn't about the action itself, it's about how much we enjoy the reward. How good the reward feels determines if we'll do the behavior again. This is why relying on self-control often doesn't work.
You have to be mindful and become aware of the reward that drives the habit. When we are mindful, they can change how they feel about the reward, from positive to more realistic (sometimes negative).
For example when trying to quit smoking, really pay attention while you smoke. Notice how it tastes and feels. This helps you understand how little of a reward it really is. Your brain will start to see it differently once you realize it taste awful and smells awful too.
Our brain has a trigger (like feeling hungry), then we do something (like eating), and we get a reward (feeling satisfied). We like to do things that feel good and avoid things that feel bad or stressful. This cycle happens when we smoke, eat sweets, or even at work when we get sidetracked from important tasks.
Knowing your cues can help you avoid them. If you want to stop smoking, you could get rid of things like ashtrays that remind you of smoking. If you're trying to drink less, you could avoid walking past the bar where you usually go for happy hour.
Big changes in your life can also help you stop a bad habit. Even though it might seem like moving to a new place or getting a new job is not the right time to change, it can actually be a good chance to stop a habit. In new situations, you don't have the same cues that make you do the habit. So, you can start fresh and make new habits instead.
I wrote about this part earlier this week but every habit has three parts – a trigger (what makes you do it), the habit itself, and a reward (what you get from it). Figure out these parts for your habit.
Get away from the things that trigger your habit. If you can't do that, change the trigger itself. For example, if you're on your phone too much before bed, don't turn on your regular light – use your phone's light instead.
Instead of saying you'll stop a habit, focus on what good thing you'll do instead. This is important, do not negative self talk yourself when it comes to your bad habits, its going to make you want to do it more. Our brains like positive goals better.
Instead of just stopping, replace your bad habit with a better one.
Share your goal with a friend. It makes you more likely to stick to it.
You might slip up sometimes. That's okay. you're human. Just keep going – mistakes won't ruin your progress.
Remember, change takes time. Be patient with yourself. I know it's not easy, but your mindset is crucial. You can do this. I'm proud of you <3
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I stepped outside to greet Sophia and see why she lingered outside. She stood on the sidewalk with her eyes fixed on her phone's screen. As I approached, I saw pain etched on her face like a tattoo. She wasn't looking at the phone at all; it was just a prop. A stall tactic while she willed herself to be okay. I dashed over and gave her a tight squeeze, assuring her that everything will be fine. It took no time for her to let the weight of her sorrow crash down on me. As tears ran down her face, I whispered reassurances, encouraging her to let it all out. Though I hated hearing her wails of desperation, I'm glad she let go because she'd been carrying that burden for a while. She did what she believed was right, persevering at work because of a long-held dream. But it slowly destroyed her.
When she was ready to talk, she'd talk, so I didn't prod her. I just stood there, being the support and comfort she needed me to me. Moments later, she pulled away and looked up at me with red, glassy eyes.
"Luca?"
I grabbed her hands.
"I'm here."
"You were right."
I honestly hated hearing that, but it was music to my ears. I wanted what was best for her, and that job was not it.
"I'm gonna take a few days off and figure this out," she continued.
"Take all the time you need. I love you and don't want to see you like this again. I got you. Don't worry."
"Thanks. I really appreciate you, Luca. I'm not spontaneous, and I wish I had even half of your confidence, so quitting without a plan has always terrified me. I think I just needed someone to tell me it's going to be okay."
"It's definitely going to be okay. I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it."
"I know you wouldn't."
"Mama's still here. You want me to tell her to go home?"
"Nooo, don't send her away on my account. I'll be fine. Just give me a minute."
I held her again, hoping to transfer my strength and positive energy to her. When she was ready, we went inside. Mama was playing with the dogs in the kitchen, and when she noticed Sophia, I could see the alarms beginning to blare. Sophia was in front of me, so I shook my head, pleading with Mama not to engage. Luckily, my message was received, and she quickly thought of something else to say.
"I was just giving your babies a little birthday tussle."
Sophia painted on a smile that looked partially genuine.
"That's so rude they aged up without me. I didn't realize they were that old."
"Me neither," I said. "It was pretty uneventful anyway."
Rosie was trying to convince Kooper to play, but he wasn't having it, so I stepped away from the conversation to address her. The ladies sat, and I hoped Mama would behave. I couldn't really hear what they spoke about over Rosie's excited yelps, but at one point I thought I heard the word vacation, and my antennas went all the way up. But by then, Mama had to go.
I would never wish away my mom, but I was relieved when she left. I wanted Sophia to have a quiet, cozy evening with minimal distractions. Socializing drained her energy, and even though she'd take time off and would have time to recover, I wanted her to conserve. It was a good thought, in theory, but life didn't always go our way. An hour later, as I put the finishing touches on dinner, someone knocked at the door. I rolled my eyes in disdain at the nerve of whoever dared to disturb Sophia's peace. When I saw it was Dad, I felt a little better. He wouldn't stay long and was much better at reading rooms.
"Hey, Dad! You just missed mom."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah, she left about an hour ago. You hungry? I made spaghetti."
"No, I'm fine. But thanks. I just came to meet these little singers of yours."
"Ha! Well, they're not so little anymore."
We went inside, and Sophia had already finished her food. I really hoped she'd go through with quitting, if only so dinner could stop being her first meal. Sadly, most days, I failed to wake up with her and cook breakfast. Early mornings were just not my thing.
We joined her at the table, and I could see the point where he realized something was wrong. I knew he wouldn't ask, but I couldn't risk it and told him of my SimTube success.
"Wow! That's awesome," he said.
I went on to tell him about our plans to move and get a bigger house and gently hinted at some career changes for Sophia. This extra money couldn't have come at a better time.
"You know," Dad began, "your mom's candle business originated from a dream I had of a family operation."
"Really? I mean, I knew you were the one who taught her, but it always seemed kind of random."
"My father was a carpenter, and I inherited his crafting spirit. I learned how to make all kinds of things, but woodworking was my favorite. I always wanted to teach my children how to craft and start a business selling handmade goods that would be family owned and operated."
Wooooow. If my parents had stayed together, I might have been a maker? That was wild to me. I didn't often think about how different my life would have been without the divorce, but when I did, it was fascinating. But I could take those thoughts only but so far because at a certain point my would-be life became unrecognizable and unappealing. We may have never gone to Mt. Komorebi when we did, and I never would have met Sophia.
"My plan was to keep working my job until the business could support itself and our family. We didn't have a lot when I was growing up, so I told myself if I ever had extra money, I'd save some of it and invest the rest so I could generate some passive income. Maybe that's what you should do with this new SimTube money."
"That's not a bad idea, Dad. Thanks. I never would have considered that."
The business and finance world was completely foreign to me, so I asked questions about where and how to go about it, what portion I should invest, and the like. Much like many other father-son discussions we've had, I appreciated the unexpected but much-needed lesson. I realized no matter how old I got or how much I matured, there'd always be something he could teach me until the day he left this world.
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₊˚✧ in the basement
byler smut
warnings: oral m recieving, cursing, cum, swallowing cum
masterlist
aged up to 19! (theyre in college)
"This is such a stupid project. Why does this have to count as half of our grade?" Will groaned and glued a popsicle stick on to the small model. "We don't have to do it." Mike leaned back on the couch, closing his eyes. "Mikeee." Will playfully hit Mike's chest, causing both of them to laugh.
"Come on and help me." Will grabbed another popsickle stick and the glue. "You're doing a great job, you don't need my help." Mike smiled at WIll. "I don't want to do this all by myself. Help me!" Will whined. Mike's breath hitched while Will's whiny voice went straight to his dick.
Mike quickly grabbed a pillow, that sat next to him on a couch, and placed it over his crotch. "I'm tired, Will. Later, okay?" Mike offered Will a half smile, to which Will rolled his eyes. "You say that now, but when later comes, you're going to say the same thing." "I promise I'll help later." Mike looked at Will with pleading eyes.
"What's up with you?" Will asked while continuing the project. "What? Nothing's up with me? What makes you think there's something up?" Mike chuckled nervously. "Jeez, I was just asking." Will laughed at Mike's obvious nervousness. "I think I'm gonna take a break." He sighs and sits back onto the couch next to Mike. Mike nodded and avoided eye contact.
"Are you okay? Like seriously? You seem off." Will asked genuinely concerned. "Yeah. I'm fine. Great, actuallly!" Mike glanced down at the pillow, wishing his erection would disapear. Will followed Mike's glace. Will furrowed his brows in confusion. "Okay..?" Will shrugged the confusion away.
"I'm so tired, I stayed up late last night doing the paper." Will yawned and leaned his head agaisnt Mike's shoulder. "What paper?" Mike let out a shaky breath. "The science paper." "Oh, I forgot about that." Will rolled his eyes.
"Are you hungry?" Mike nodded his head and hummed. "What do you want?" "Pizza?" "But we literally just had that yesterday." Will whined again, adding to Mike's already throbbing erection. Mike bit his lip, containing a moan. "Then, why'd you ask?" "I figured you'd have a sensible answer. What about burgers?" Will asked.
Will lifted his head off Mike's shoulder and repositioned himself so his head laid on Mike's lap, applying pressure to his erection. He subconsciously let out a quiet moan. The two boys stayed still. Neither of them knowing how to react.
"Sorry." Will spoke first, quickly removing his head from Mike's lap. "I didn't realize.." Will trailed off. "Sorry." Mike apologized. There was an awkward tension in the room. "So pizza?" Will asked, laughing awkwardly. "I thought you said-" "I don't care." Mike nodded and Will stood up from the couch and walked toward the landline.
Mike tuned Will's voice out and focused on his aching erection. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to think about anything else. "Mike!" Wills voice brought Mike out of mind. He opened his eyes, focusing on him. "Sorry, what?" Mike cleared his throat. "Do you want pepperoni?" "Yeah, sure." Will sighed and continued ordering. "Yeah. Thank you." Will hung up the phone. "15 minutes." Mike nodded as Will sat back down.
The room was silent, less awkward than before but still uncomfortable. "I'm really sorry." Mike broke the silence. "It's fine. It's normal." Will bit his lip. Mike nodded and awkward silence filled the room again. Only the sounds of Mike's family on the floor above could be heard.
"So, um.." Will started, looking at Mike. "The science paper was really hard-" "Can you please help me?" Mike cut Will off, looking down at the floor. "What..?" Will questions, unsure if he heard his best friend right. "Can you help me?" "Help you? With your.." Will trailed off but gestered to Mike's crotch with his head. "Please." Mike pleaded, still looking at the ground. "Mike.. I.." Will started.
"Sorry. Nevermind. I shouldn't have asked. That was really-" Mike was cut off from the pillow being removed from his lap and Will in front of him, on his knees. He quickly undid Mike's belt and pulling down his pants to his mid thigh, exposing his erection. "Why aren't you wearing underwear?" Will asked taking Mike's dick in his hand, pumping it slowly.
"Fuck. I don't...I don't know." Mike stuttered, breathing heavily. Will laughed and licked the pre cum off his tip. "Oh god." Mike moaned out, bucking his hips upward. Will took the tip in his mouth slowly, teasing him. "You're killin' me, Will." Mike sighed out. Will smiled and lowered his mouth onto Mike's entire length. "Oh my god. Fuck, Will." Mike closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the couch.
Will slowly bobbed his head up and down. "Just like that. Fuck!" Mike moaned and grabbed Will's hair, tugging on it slightly. Will sped up his pace, enjoying the sounds the man above him made. "Fuck, Will. Why are you so.. holy fuck, good at this?"
Mike bucked his hips up, gagging Will in the process. "Sorry." Mike apologized, though he didn't really mean it. Will continued bobbing his head up and down, keeping a steady pace. "Will, m'gonna cum." Mike squeezed his eyes shut tightly. Will fastened his pace, drawing Mike closer to the edge.
"Oh my god! Will! Holy fuck! Will!" Mike cried out as he came. Will pulled his head off Mike's sensitive cock, swallowing Mike's cum. "You didn't have to swallow." Mike panted out while Will wiped is mouth. "I know." Will got up from his knees and sat back down on the couch. Mike pulled his jeans back up as he calmed down from his high.
"Thank you." Mike smiled at Will. "No problem." WIll returned the smile. The two stayed in silence, though it wasn't awkward this time. The room now warm with sex. The project on the table long forgotton. "Really, Michael?! Another pizza?!" Mrs. Wheeler called down to the boys. "Told you we should have gotten burgers." Will teased.
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Dabi x (unnamed toga inspired character)
Updated version 8/28*
"Stop, you'll make me mess this up Dabi."
Dabi groans and slouches down on the couch with hands locked on my thighs as he shifts my body to move with him.
"I told you I had it." He puffs and lets his head fall back being dramatic.
I push out my lower lip and huff. He frowns and his hands shift to my ass and he squeezes tight, grinding his hips up into me.
"Don't make that face, it just makes me wanna do more than squeeze this ass."
Leaning into him, I smile before catching the little droplet of blood that trickles out with the tip of my tongue. He tilts his chin forward trying to kiss me and while he's distracted, I reach my arm around swiftly and press the staple gun to Dabi's temple.
"Sit still, I only have three more, c'mon." I hiss, pretending to be serious while dodging his kisses.
Dabi smacks his lips together and lets out a long defeated sigh. I press the flat head of the stapler just under his cheekbone and squeeze the lever. Dabi flinches and his fingertips dig into my flesh. He lets out a gust of air and bites his lower lip, eyeing me like an impatient predator.
I smear away the tiny bead of blood that seeps out with my thumb and narrow my eyes at him as I suck the coppery liquid off my finger.
I press the final two staples along the side of his face repeat the same swipe over the newly punctured flesh and taste his blood. His impossibly blue eyes flicker as they gaze lustily at me. Still a little unused to the way he looks at me, I bite down hard leaving an impression on the pad of my thumb.
"Cmere." He whispers pulling me forward against his chest so his thick hungry lips can press softly against my own.
"Thank you" he coos sweetly under his breath.
When our lips meet again, I take advantage of being on top of him, slipping my fingers through his hair and then down the sides of his neck. I kiss him with everything I have and I'm suddenly aware of how much I missed him, how relieved I am knowing he safely came back to me.
I didn't let him know how much it worried me when he first told me about the job he had lined up a couple of weeks ago. I didn't question it and I didn't argue.
It's not my place. We're still kind of new at this relationship stuff and Dabi's not the type to let anyone tell him what he can and can't do. I had only just separated myself from the league so how could I ever ask him to choose between me and the people we used to run with?
I sigh heavily at the abrupt turn of my thoughts and press my forehead against his before I push myself off of him and stand.
"You hungry?" I ask as I walk away from him silently spiraling in my head.
Just tell him how you feel. You should be able to be honest. He will understand. He's not going to quit until he sees them all burn. Who are you to get in his way?
I open the fridge and grab the plate of chicken cutlets I had left to marinate. I set the dish on the counter and go to wash my hands.
Still stewing in my thoughts I don't hear when he approaches me from behind. He looms over my shoulder and tucks his arms under mine resting his hands on the edge of the sink as he kisses near my ear.
"What's that gonna be?"
I smile softly as I rinse the soap from my hands.
"Chicken alfredo," I say, reaching for the paper towels.
Dabi moves out of my way as I lightly brush past him so I can get to work. He walks over and takes a seat at the wet bar. I can feel his eyes on me, but he doesn't say anything. I still sulk a little and internally berate myself for killing the mood.
Just a minute ago, everything was fine, sometimes you really do too much. —
Hyper focus sets in and muscle memory carries me through all the steps as my inner dialogue rages back and forth about Dabi still partaking in his criminal activities. By the time I've completed our meal and set the table, my thoughts are running wild with anxious assumptions.
What good would it do? He wouldn't tell you he loved you if he didn't care about how you felt. Love doesn't always change a person. I don't want him to change. I just want him safe. I just—-
"Get on your knees for me sweetheart."
Instantly, I'm sidetracked and I look up, stunned.
Fuck, how long has he been talking to me?
"Huh?" is all I can manage.
Dabi sits facing me from across the room. He doesn't say anything but his gruff demeanor plucks at something inside me, silently commanding my attention. His vivid admiral eyes are searing into mine, easily pulling me back to the now. A sort of cool stillness tears at the tension in my body and after a moment of pause, I lower myself to my knees.
"There's a good girl, now do I have your attention?"
His rigid exterior softens just slightly as he addresses me.
How is it that he always knows? This mans intuition still confounds me. I hadn't realized that I had become completely overstimulated and my anxiety was getting the best of me.
"Do I?" Dabi snaps.
"Yes, you do."
"That's what I thought, now, down on your hands too."
I lean forward and place my hands on the cool concrete floor watching him. His tongue slicks over the scarred flesh marring his lower lip and he motions towards me with two fingers.
"Cmere sweetheart."
I don't take my eyes off of him as I start to crawl. He tucks his lip behind his teeth, biting down as he watches me make my way toward him.
Twinges of pleasure stir inside me. I love when he looks at me like that, it's so enticing.
I settle just before him, and sit back on my knees, I peek up at him through my eyelashes, a shy smile spreading across my lips as I do. He leans over me, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger.
"That's my girl. I don't want you to think, I just want you to feel."
His words, hushed and sweet, resonate somewhere deep inside. Dissolving all my anxieties. Putting me at ease but making me anxious in the best way. He cups my face in his hands and pulls me into a kiss.
His tongue massages my own and begins swirling and exploring my mouth. He drops to his knees, his legs encompassing mine. First, he kisses the corner of my mouth then his hot tongue glides along my jaw, under my chin, and then down my neck. I let my head fall back, sighing as I place my hands over his.
"That's my girl. Let me make you feel better. Just focus on my lips and they worship you. I just want you to feel me." He whispers sweetly between kisses.
His touch further quells my mind and I bask in the love he pours over me. I become a woman possessed with desire and love and lust as they blur into one.
I cry out when his tongue runs back up my neck and flicks at my earlobe before his mouth sucks just underneath, forcing a whimper from my lips as I temporarily forget the inner turmoil that coiled me up so tight.
No sense in fretting over feelings I can't do anything about, except, maybe this—
Dabi slips his hand over my neck just under my jaw and his eyes lock onto mine. "Let's go."
He takes my hand and leads me back to the couch. He sits pulling me down on top of him and leans against the back of the sofa with his hands clasped together behind his head.
"Lose the dress for me, baby girl."
I lift the short dress over my head revealing my lacy bra and panties underneath. the small flicker in his eyes tells me that he likes what he sees.
"Slip your bra down, let me see those perfect tits."
I obey immediately popping my tits out of the cups and letting them spill over and he licks his lips, eyeing me like he wants to suck them.
and oh my god, do I want him to.
"Now, lick your fingers for me...nice and slow. "
I bring my fingers to my mouth and swipe them slowly across the saliva gathered on my tongue.
Dabi nods, biting that succulent lip of his again. "Yeah, like that. I wanna see you play with your nipples."
This makes me a little shy but I obey. As the nervous flutter in my gut subsides I slip my wet fingers over the sensitive bud.
"Gooo-od girl, now play with it, teeee'-ase it...just like that. Let it make you wet."
Oh my god if he keeps talking to me like this, I'll cum before he even has the chance to touch me.
I get lost in in his eyes so dark and fixated on the show I put on for him, I tease my nipples just the way he would and grind my soaked core right into his bulge, letting it make me wetter. I want it to be his hands touching me soooo bad , but I know he won't just yet. Dabi always has more.
"Daddy, can I touch you?" I plead as my impatience gets the better of me.
Dabi's hips bump up into me making me yelp.
"I don't know baby girl, can you?"
FUCK ME! I don't stand a fucking chance.
My free hand hungrily presses into the hollow of his chest while I roll my delicate nipple between my fingers with the other. I start to ride on his dick wishing it was inside me. I slide my hands down from his smooth chest, right over the harsh bruising, eagerly inching toward his scars. He swallows hard and pulls a hand from behind his head and he grabs my wrist before I can reach the rough scarring under the fresh staples in his skin.
"Not yet. I want to be inside you when you touch me there."
Oh my fucking god, I could cream right here in his lap. Why does he have this effect on me?
"Sit up for a moment."
I rise up onto my knees and he tugs his shorts down. The mouthwateringly plump head of his dick pops up as I help him shuffle out of his shorts.
"Let me feel your mouth, sweetheart."
Yummy!
I hurry to my knees, eager to please him. I lick all the way up his shaft following a thick bulging vein until I reach the top. I swirl the sticky precum around with my tongue before sucking down hard and fast. I force him in my mouth as much as I can, making myself gag. Thick strings of saliva connect as I pull away working the drool mixed with his arousal up and down his dick.
I watch from below as his eyes roll back and he gasps, reaching for my face and pulling me into a sloppy kiss.
"Fuuu-ck baby girl, you're so good at that. Get up here."
My body moves without thought and I climb onto the couch. I'm so wet that he slips right inside me. I can't control my whimpers as I feel myself being spread open for him. Then suddenly I'm greedy and I want to move so I can feel him more, but hands hold me tight, keeping me still as he forces himself deeper in me.
A rattled laugh drawls out into a moan making me clench and cream around him.
"Hmmmmph" he groans making me cream a little more.
"I wanna move, please let me move."
He releases his grip and splays his hand across the small of my back and I take off. Leaning back, I brace my hands on his knees and rock my hips back and forth, riding his dick into me like the good little slut that he turns me into. I raise my hips and sink down again, wanting all of him inside me. His lust lidded eyes and trembling lip tells me that he feels it too. I look him in his eyes and he smiles cradling my hips as I take him in. He glances down at our sordid entangling and gasps before he looks back at my eyes. His hand feels huge on my back as he sits up to hold me closer, I arch into him and he slips his hot tongue up my neck. The sound of his husky moans mixing in with his praises of how good his sweetheart rides daddy's dick, carries me closer to the edge.
I brace my hands on his shoulders and he falls back to the couch. I tilt my hips to take him in even deeper and let my hands slide down over his pecs. Quick and intense waves of heat start rolling over me, swallowing me whole while I churn my hips against Daddy's ever-hardening dick. I know he can feel my throbbing cavern closing in around him. My nails drag across his chest leaving a deep scratch and trail of fresh blood. My eyes grow wide and new thirst takes me over, making me ride him harder into the couch.
"Go ahead." He says acknowledging the surely feral look in my eye at the sight of his blood trickling down his chest. I swipe my fingers across the dark liquid and shove my fingers in my mouth.
"Mmmmmm, thank you. You taste soooo good." I sob as I grind down hard making him nudge the tightly kneaded knot at my core.
"There you go-"
"Fuck Dabi, it's too good. I- mmmmmm ."
"Uh-huh, cmon, I feel you gettin' close sweetheart, unnghh...fuuuuu-ck."
My vision swirls as I taste his essence on my fingers. I slip into a mind-numbing climax as he crams himself inside me spewing elicit guttural groans as the squelching of my orgasming cunt swallowing his load makes us both cry out in ecstasy.
Little by little the world fades back into focus but my body is spent. I slump forward on his chest and listen to the rapid thrumming of his heartbeat. I close my eyes and he squeezes my body tight against his. His fingers brush over my hair and he whispers.
"You can tell me what's bothering you when you get your thoughts together."
"Ok" I whisper softly as I start to slip away.
"FUCK!" My eyes snap open.
"What? he says immediately on guard as he sits up with me.
"I'm ok, I just realized our food might be cold now. I hate cold pasta." I pout.
A note *
I wanted to write something with a character that struggles with anxiety how how it takes someone with patience and understanding to help through it. But in a slutty way of course. Just because Dabi is a villain doesn't mean he isn't capable of love. He reminds me a little of Klaus from the vampire diaries a little bit 🤭.
I've only just started writing and I've been trying to level up. TikTok helped me to gain a little confidence with the positive feedback that I got from my story blurbs and head cannons. So please if you can, feedback helps.
If you like it, please comment, if nothing makes sense, please comment. If you followed me here from TikTok, THANK YOU. 🥰
Okay, sorry for the rant, please enjoy.
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I think my life is done falling apart/together for now
I don't even know how to transcribe the chaos that has been happening in my life the last...forever...but specifically the last 6 months and especially the last couple of months
2020 and 2021 were the best years of my life, maybe that tells you something. They were the years I felt most secure and became most aligned with myself. I've always been a survivor who thrives in liminal spaces.
Falling apart and falling together look remarkably similar. If you take away anything from this post, remember that.
I want to move forward and stay still and let myself be happy and do the things I've been wanting to do but I also want to remember every twist and turn that brought me here. Because I'm grateful how it all worked out.
Wish I could do a cut under a cut
Here is the story, I suppose, of what happened.
There is even more I can't write, but the present trials feel like they truly began when I lost my hair from alopecia during 2022.
I've struggled with alopecia areata, one of several chronic illnesses, but that was the first time I became bald. My long auburn red hair I saw as part of my identity, gone. Who am I? I had to find out quickly who I really was and find strength to keep going that I never knew. Cutting or shaving hair as humiliation against one's will, to break one's spirit, I understood why. I didn't recognise myself. During this same time I also had a traumatic experience with people I thought were my friends that was directly related to my experiences with alopecia.
It took months and along with a newly-approved-by-the-fda medication for alopecia and continued scalp injections, it's growing back fairly well. But just as this was happening, we became financially unstable when my partners gig job dried up and he began experiencing a severe health condition at the same time.
Things were stressful and challenging at this point but manageable. Then we lost our food money. At points we were half-starved (I say this without exaggeration - support your local food bank it will save someone's life). The morale blow/raise of losing/gaining treats is not to be underestimated. And people who have never been food insecure don't realise how little other things matter when you can't eat. You can barely think to do other things. I was food insecure growing up so at least that was something I knew how to deal with. But it's still a terrible thing to be hungry.
After going through the winding maze insurance companies so often require even for life-changing prescriptions, my partner finally received the medication he needed to recover his health to a manageable state.
But eventually we faced eviction from our apartment with one week's notice after attempted financial aid fell through. It's traumatic and frightening and sorrowful to have to leave the place you call home under circumstances beyond your control. My partner was interviewed and hired for a perfect job after no luck for months within DAYS of the eviction, ensuring that no matter what happened, we'd finally have food and other resources.
But we still only had a week to find somewhere to move.
One day, management (who had a history of being unreachable, including during the time we tried to seek financial aid and work with them) showed up and tried force their way in (the door chain stopped them) and then proceeded to lie and tell us we had to be gone that day even though legally we did not until 24hrs after the notice had been placed on the door, which it had not yet. That was scary though. And they had sent their newest person, and it's possible she didn't even know it was a lie. But we had the paperwork and emails to prove it. I remember physically trembling, the paper shaking in my hand as we tried to explain. Another time pest control tried to force their way in. I'm sure management sent them too, as the email had only said you could sign up for a visit if you were having issues, which we were not and never signed up for. At an apartment complex, a door chain is such an extra sense of security that prevents people from unlocking your door and just walking in whenever they please, as was proved to me many times.
So we had a week to find somewhere to live. Friends (true friends) helped us more than we can ever repay, in ways that money alone could never repay. We got everything into a storage unit in record time. Our Winter Solstice was spent moving the largest pieces of furniture. Darkest night made bright with their help.
Some places wouldn't even give us a tour because of the eviction now on record. Most things I read during this time about renting with an eviction seemed so bleak. We found one apartment we thought was perfect and applied. They denied our application - but mysteriously accepted it a few days later without us even appealing. Was it because of all the construction at this complex and they were desperate? Did my partner's words somehow sway them? I don't know but I was considering the lilies of the field very, very hard at that point
So we had a place to move to on the 2nd of Jan but in the mean time we had to wait it out at our other apartment, unknowing when we would finally have to leave. A couple weeks sleeping on an air mattress in a near-empty apartment. Merry Christmas. We still had our tiny tree. Happy New Year. Our New Year's Day meal was a single heat and serve bag of basmati which we split, a tin of sardines and some corn. It felt like a small feast. Looking back, all symbols of prosperity and abundance.
On the day we were to move in, my partner's workplace somehow messed up (holidays at least partially to blame) and he still hadn't received his paycheck though he tried everything he could. So we had to scramble to borrow the deposit money from my mom. It's a long walk up to our new apartment at the moment because of all the renovations going on putting out the elevator. And when we got there, we realised they had given us the wrong set of keys so we were stuck outside in the hallway outside the door for 45min with the birds and our small carry items because she'd said she'd bring the correct sets of keys up, meanwhile I also had to go to the bathroom intensely. We'd laughed a lot through all of this when we weren't near-consumed with stress and fear of what would happen next, but it was nice to have a moment that was just purely funny.
The paycheck drama continued for another week so we had to work around that as well. But we had somewhere to live. Somewhere safe.
By the time it was my birthday about a week later. I slipped on the carpet running to say bye to my partner. It could have been worse but I scraped up my knee and hurt my leg. My knee/leg still hurt :') That same day our car also had trouble and stalled while my partner was on the way to work, so our plans to finally go out were dashed BUT he ordered Indian for us so we had a great meal nonetheless.
I love this new apartment. The layout is interesting and unique, one of the reasons we were drawn to it. The closet shelving is threatening to collapse but that can be fixed. Lack of bathroom counter space and large mirror is the only real downgrade from the other place but I can honestly say everything else here is equal to or better. Most important, you can see the moon from the window, and the best view of the sky.
The construction here is intense at the moment but inside the apartment itself is a haven, despite the chaos outside. I don't mind it because, after all, it likely played a part in how we were able to live here.
It sounds so small somehow when I write it all down. But it's not comparable to be on the other side of an ordeal where you can see how it all played out all at once and what you dodged and how you survived. When you're in it you have to get to the next day. Sometimes the next hour. I felt real fear during this time, an emotion I wasn't very familiar with. Throughout my life I've been through what some people might call "a lot", since early on. I've had people tell me I'm the strongest person they know. I've learned to handle many fears of many things. But this was an unfamiliar unraveling. And once I realised what it was, I was able to deal with it better. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. Frank Herbert was right.
My last time at the other apartment was happy, peaceful and filled with relief. It was a nice place for the time we lived, but everything good came with us. There were things I loved about it, but there were also things I won't miss and am glad to get away from (like living by the highway).
Thanks for reading this post if you made it all the way through.
I wasn't sure how much to tell strangers on the internet but - we're friends here :)))
Adapt. Survive.
Survive. Thrive.
Outside our window currently looks like the blitz. But only in the best way possible. Because the chaos doesn't bring any grief or fear - just a way out.
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Friends with Benefits || Part Ten - The First Part of Forever
"are you busy?" colby text you one afternoon.
"not at the moment. i just left for my lunch break." you replied. as soon as it was marked read, he was calling you on facetime. "hi baby." you said with a smile when you answered.
"we miss you." he pouted, panning the camera to show lucas asleep on his chest. it was monday morning, and you had to go back to work after taking a few days off to spend with your boys.
"oh, stop. i will literally quit my job right now and come home." you joked.
"that's fine. daddy can support us, and you can be a stay at home mom." colby teased.
"you joke, as if i haven't heavily considered that." you laughed. truthfully, you loved your job, and the people you worked with, so you wouldn't actually ever leave. but you missed your boys so much every day, that it took all you had in you to not drop everything and rush home.
the first few years of parenthood had been better than you expected them. lucas was such a great kid, and already so incredibly smart. you just celebrated his fourth birthday, and you couldn't believe how fast he was growing up, but you loved getting to watch him grow every day.
you talked with colby throughout your entire lunch break, and a little bit after you got back to work. the rest of the day went by so slow, and all you wanted was to get home. once you left work, you drove home as fast you could. you let out a sigh of relief as you pulled into the driveway, glad to finally be home. you gathered your bags and went inside, kicking your shoes off by the door.
"mommy!" a tiny voice cheered as you walked into the kitchen.
"hello my baby!" you cheered as lucas jumped into your arms. you held him tight and pressed a kiss to his cheeks. "i missed you today." you said, kissing him again.
"me and daddy missed you too." he said softly. just then, colby came into the kitchen, saying hello and giving you a quick kiss.
"it's true." he laughed, moving to sit at the island. "lucas, you wanna tell mommy what happened today?" colby asked him. lucas turned his attention to you, giving a big smile. what was once a large toothy grin now had a noticable gap in the front. you felt your eyes widen, gasping loudly.
"i lost a tooth!" he cheered, kicking in your arms.
"your first tooth!" you cheered along with him. "make sure you put it under your pillow tonight so the tooth fairy can find it." you said, kissing his cheek again. he squirmed out of your arms and you heard him run off to his room. you turned to colby as a pout pulled on your lip. "his first tooth." you whined.
"i know." he said, pulling you into his lap. "fell out literally as soon as you and i hung up earlier." he laughed.
"i can't believe i missed it." you sighed. you draped your arm around colby's neck, leaning into his chest. you felt the stress from your day finally melt away, finding solace and comfort in colby's arms. you both sat there quietly, enjoying the peace, until lucas came running back into the kitchen.
"daddy, i'm hungry." he pouted, leaning into colby's side.
"i know, bud. our pizza should be here soon." colby said to him.
"okay!" he said before wandering off. you heard him turn on the tv in the living room, laughing as the theme song played to his favorite cartoon. you stood from colby's lap and he shortly followed suit, rising from his chair.
"i'm gonna go change before dinner gets here." you said, pressing a kiss to his lips before grabbing your things and heading upstairs. you changed into some lounge clothes and met the boys in the dining room where colby was making everyone plates. you sat down at the table as colby placed a plate in front of you. the three of you enjoyed your meal, making conversation.
after dinner, the three of you lounged in the living room, lucas' cartoon still playing on the tv. you and colby were snuggled up on the couch, and lucas was on the floor, playing with some his toys. you watched him with stars in your eyes, still beside yourself that this was your kid, and that he was growing up so fast.
you loved him with your whole heart, and would do anything to protect him from whatever bad things were thrown his way. you had a good feeling that he was going to grow up to be wonderful young man, and you couldn't wait to experience it all.
after a while, lucas was done playing, and had crawled onto the couch, nuzzling himself in between you and colby. he quickly fell asleep, breathing quietly beneath you. after a while, you moved slowly to carry him up to bed, being extra careful as to not wake him up. you laid him in his bed and tucked him in, wishing him a good night. you stood there watching him sleep before colby's voice sounded in your ear, scaring you.
"so, how much is the tooth fairy gonna leave him?" he asked, pulling wad of cash out of his pocket. "all i have is twenties."
"cole, we are not giving our four-year-old a twenty dollar bill for a single tooth."
"ooh, not the real first name. that hurts." he laughed, placing his hand over his heart, feining offense. you rolled your eyes and walked off to your bedroom.
"he can have one dollar." you asserted, grabbing some change from your dresser. you went back to lucas' room, carefully removing the tooth from underneath his pillow and placing the stack of quarters on his nightstand.
"i can't believe he's already lost his first tooth." you pouted again, suddenly feeling the tears well in your eyes.
"i feel like this is all happening so fast, but i can't wait to continue to watch him grow. he's gonna have so many incredible experiences, and i can't wat for us to be there to see them all." colby said as you walked back down to your bedroom. you stood at the foot of your bed, stumbling a bit as colby suddenly pulled you into his arms. he kissed you softly, and held you tight.
"i love you." you said, kissing him again.
"i love you more." he said, lips barely moving from yours. you quickly deepened the kiss, as colby's arms wrapped tighter around your waist. he lifted you slightly off the ground, and you followed his cue, wrapping your legs around him.
he carried you the few steps to the edge of the bed, laying you down beneath him. his lips pressed along the inches of your skin, down your neck, across your chest, in between your breasts, and down your stomach.
"let's make another one." he said out of breath, before pressing his lips met yours again. you pulled his face away and locked eyes with him, smiling wide before nodding.
"lock the door." you smirked.
“mmm, yes ma’am.” he said, his lips brushing yours as he moved to the bedroom door, quickly flipping the lock.
sex with colby never failed to satisfy you, and knowing that you had him all to yourself made it all the more perfect. after you finished that night, you cuddled for a bit, the two of you laying in a perfect silence as you both drifted off to sleep.
this was your forever; it was by no means perfect, but it was exactly what you wanted. your wonderful husband, your wonderful son, and your wonderful life. it was perfect to you, and you wouldn’t change it for the world.
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go tell it on the mountain (1953)
feel free to change as needed.
you're a very bright boy.
you hungry, little sleepyhead?
don't let [name] bother you.
you don't know how lucky you are.
be careful.
nobody can play the fool with you all morning.
well, i declare.
you're going to do it, too, before you set foot out of this house.
the oftener you come here, the more we'll adore you.
listen. god is talking.
you know you're [name]'s right-hand man?
take this, son, and go out and get yourself anything you want.
counting on you.
the lord will reveal to you in his own good time everything he wants you to know.
you can kiss my arse.
go on, girl.
don't you know you're needed here, in this home?
this is going to hurt.
you aren’t going to be starting any of that mess this evening.
for once you could keep from putting your mouth in my business.
it isn't my fault that you were born a fool, and always been a fool.
you'd try the patience of job.
i don't want you coming in here and using that language.
it's just the mercy of god that you didn't lose your eye.
i've been telling you, now you see.
i do wonder what goes on in your head.
you were born wild and you're going to die wild.
you better learn how to talk to old folks.
i didn't hurt you, did i?
bet you think about girls, don't you.
you think about what i said.
i sure hate to walk in a church where folks are just sitting and talking.
you can't go. you can't go. you can't go and leave me this way.
if you ever see me again, i won't be wearing rags.
baby, i wasn't doing a thing in the world but trying to help you out.
honey, i'll clean it.
i thought it'd be a nice surprise.
let me alone. i want to go to sleep.
you stink of whiskey.
god's got your number, knows where you live.
death's got a warrant out for you.
i don't know what i'd do without you.
god bless you for your pure heart.
sit where i can see you.
i don't think it's right to talk evil about anybody.
if i got to look to you for an example, you ought to be an example.
no need to get all worked up and spoil our little gathering.
i don't know, but i'll try.
i didn't think i'd leave till you got back.
i'm going to have a baby.
don't talk like you haven't any good sense.
and who do you think is going to believe you?
i can't marry you, you know that.
i want to go somewhere and get my mind straight.
i made a mistake and i'm paying for it.
some things aren't forgotten in a hurry.
i don't feel better and i don't feel worse.
you've got an evil mind.
my mother's dead.
you like picnics?
you're not going away, are you?
i didn't think you ever looked at me.
what are you going to do today, little bit?
how come you got to be so smart?
you look like a girl a man could rob a store for.
the man at the station-house wants to ask you some questions.
next time you feel like that, come and talk to me.
so long, baby. be good.
you must be tired.
i don't care how many times you change your ways, what's in you is in you.
you've got time, honey, so take your time.
you poor thing. you've had some hard times, haven't you?
you're my little moral compass.
hush now. hush now.
don't you say a word about being sorry.
i'm going into the kitchen and fixing us something cold to drink.
try not to fret, darling.
i'll love you until the day god calls me home.
i hate you.
the grave looked so sad and lonesome.
it came from your mouth. i want to see you live it.
don't you get weary, and don't you get scared.
you're a happy woman, this morning.
we were all praying for you and thinking of you, little brother.
it's uphill all the way.
you aren't so big i can't turn you over my knee.
take off those wet clothes. we don't want you catching a cold.
i'm ready. i'm coming. i'm on my way.
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