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servin-up-surveys · 2 years

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survey #008

“if there’s a god, why did he let the devil do his work on me?”

Are you currently mad at anyone? Nah, not actively. Do you like drawing on cement with chalk? I loved drawing with chalk as a kid. I mean I probably still would, but my fat ass and inadequately-muscled legs are NOT letting me get on the ground if I want back up, haha. When was the last time you went tanning? I've never deliberately tried to tan because I hate the feeling of heat literally cooking me. Do you like the smell of fresh cut grass? No. Have you ever worked at a party store? No. Are you creative? I think I am and have been told I am. Do you know how to play poker? Haha, it's funny, I did at a certain age as a kid, but now remember nothing as an adult. Do you always wear your seatbelt? Yes, always. Do you sing in the shower? No. Showers are fucking torture for me because of my legs so I get in and get the fuck out as fast as possible, I'm not concentrating on anything else. Have you ever been called a slut/whore/something along those lines? Only playfully by friends, never seriously. Have you ever stood up for someone you hardly/didn't even know? Yes. Do you do drugs? No. Where do you want to get married? I have a few ideas. The absolute dream wedding would be in some sort of beautiful gothic building, like an old mansion, in the ballroom. I'll tell you right the fuck now I couldn't even dream of affording a venue like that though, so a more realistic option would be in some autumn woods, maybe by water or even a waterfall. Have you ever made yourself throw up? So, uh... I have tried. At my last job, when I was in the restroom having a panic attack and crying, I stuck my finger down my throat trying to force myself to vomit to give myself an extra reason to go home. And let me add how fucking TERRIFIED I am of the sensation of vomitting, if that helps give you an idea of how severely I was panicking. It didn't work. Honestly I probably would've kept trying if my co-worker hadn't come into the restroom making sure I was okay. Approximately two hours of fucking disaster. Have you ever fallen in love with a really good friend of yours? Haha yeah, I'm dating him rn. Do you own a blacklight? Not to my knowledge. Do you like fruit better than vegetables? Oh, absolutely. Have you ever been expelled from school? No. Do you believe you've met your soulmate or one of them? I don't believe in the concept of "soulmates." When did you last have grape juice? Literally the worst flavor of juice, ugh. I tried some back in March at the hospital because I really didn't want water, but I took one fuckin sip and got some water lmao. Have you learned anything today? Yeah honestly, but I don't wanna write an essay about it. Do you like the smell of coconut? Sure. It's not a favorite or anything, but it still smells fine. Do you prefer longer or short socks? Oh god, I used to be ALL over ankle socks, not feeling the sock stop there drives me FUCK-ING insane, like I can't wear them. I like socks that are at a normal length, really. Not terribly high, not very low. Do you like to leave your window open at night or do you use a fan? I have two fans that are always on in my room. If you find a spider in your home, do you set it free or kill it? I actually haven't been in this position in a very, very long time, considering these days I would want to catch it and let it out. How many pets have you had in your lifetime? I literally couldn't count, especially when we had a cat problem growing up. Do you sunburn easily? Ludicrously easily. What did you get into trouble for as a kid? Mostly for reasons related to being on the computer too much, fighting with my younger sister, and uhhh... idk. I was a good kid. What's something good that has happened here recently? Uh... idk. Like, there's stuff ig, but nothing remarkable. Who did you last say "I love you" to? My boyfriend. When did you last feel beautiful? Ugh I never do. ^ tries his hardest to assure me I am, but I just honest to god don't see what he does. Are you currently frustrated over something? Yeah. I just don't feel like getting into it. Have you ever had a yard sale? Yes. Do you enjoy going to yard sales or garage sales? It's not something we really *do*, but Mom and I both do like looking at random and obscure stuff. Do you like gummy bears? I do, gummy candy is the best. Do you ever get room service when staying in hotels? We barely ever, ever stay in hotels, but any time we have, we haven't gotten room service, to my memory. Who knows you better than anyone else? My mom. Sara. Have you ever caught a fish? Many, growing up going fishing all the time with Dad. Can you honeslty say you love the last person you kissed? I can very very confidently say I'm in love with him. What does your last text mesage say? I don't feel like checking, but I think it was Dad sending me a picture from the plane he'd just boarded to go to Michigan (or Ohio?) to see family. What does the last person you kissed name start with? "D," though I don't call him by this name. How many people have you kissed in the last 5 months? One. When did you last have sex? Still never lmao we just haven't gotten to that point yet for multiple reasons I'm not gonna elaborate on. Like we're perfectly comfortable doing it, there are just a number of reasons why we haven't. When did you lose your virginity? ^ Does anyone call you baby? Girt, sometimes. It's not a regular, and I prefer it that way. What do you currently hear? "Armee der Tristen" by Rammstein. It's never going to end y'all Who was your first love? Jason, my high school boyfriend. What would you do if your doctor told you, you were pregnant? Well, given what I just said a few moments ago, I'd tell them they physically couldn't have the right person because I don't believe in immaculate conception. Do you still watch MTV? "Still?" I never did to begin with. Does the person you like know you like them? I make it pretty obvious. If you're dating someone how long have you been together? 10 months. What’s the longest relationship you have ever been in? 3 1/2 years. Do you know anyone who has gotten an abortion? Yes, and I promise you do too. It's not rare. People just don't talk about it because of the stigma. Have you ever kissed in the rain? Yeah. Have you ever spent the night with the last person you kissed? He literally spent the night a couple days ago. He's done it in the past too. I've never stayed at his place yet, though. Do you have a bad reputation? I wouldn't know, go ask people I associate with. Have you ever gone through a bad breakup? *performs Sign of the Cross* Has anyone ever used a cheesy pickup line on you? Idk, maybe. Would you ever want a statue made of you? Uh, ew. Has anyone ever called you dumb? Probably at some point. If we're including myself, then yeah that's like, daily. Do you have any cats? We have one. <3 Sometimes I want one more, but more often I'm content with just Roman, especially considering he would get out-of-this-fuckin'-world jealous. Have you broken anyone's heart? I don't know. Jason chopped me off and out of his life like a gangrenous limb, completely and entirely ceasing contact that I really don't have any way of knowing exactly how the breakup affected him. Tyler ACTED like I broke his heart after two fucking weeks when I can absolutely assure you I did not. He just had insane attachment problems. God I'm glad I said "fuck this, I'm out" when I did. What’s the craziest rumor you’ve ever heard about yourself? I've only ever heard one, which was basically that Jason and I magically had a baby over one summer. It was started by his ex, who had a grudge against me even BEFORE we dated, and she clearly did not think this shit through considering I was very slim in high school and clearly NOT pregnant at any point. Anyway, I'm friends with this person now. Things sure do change, haha. What’s the coolest name you’ve ever heard someone have? Ohhhh let's see... Well, I did have a friend named Journee (like "Journey") which I always thought was a beautiful, brilliant name for a person just going through and experiencing life. I am sadly 90% sure though she committed suicide because of something very serious she was dealing with at way too young of an age. No one should go through what she did, but never mind a child. She confided in me a lot, and during our last few messages, she was saying some concerning things and then just disappeared, permanently. What’s your least favorite genre of music and why? Rap, probably. I just don't like what is typically sung about and just the whole style of it. There are rap songs I love, but in general it's just not for me. What did you last complain about? I actually don't know. Did you ever like nursery rhymes as a child? What was your favorite? I did. I remember liking "The Itsy-Bitsy Spider" as well as that "This Little Piggy" one, whatever its proper name is, because it involved Mom tickling me. What do you usually purchase at gas stations? (aside from gas of course) If I get anything, it's likely to be a certain flavor of Mountain Dew, and then I'll sometimes get a sort of candy. Do you drink regular or diet soda? Only regular. The artificial sweetener in diet sodas gives me a headache, but diet is also just gross imo. What’s one of your favorite artists/bands, and least favorite song from them? All right let's go with Ozzy. There are a few of his songs I'm just sorta "meh" about, but if I remember it correctly, I believe I wasn't into "Diary of a Madman" at all. Have you ever seen them live? Bitch I would cry lmao. I would LOVE to see Ozzy, especially with it being so clear he's in his twilight years with all the health issues he's been fighting. Seeing Ozzy live would without a goddamn doubt be a very strong highlight of my life. Mom and I actually WERE planning on seeing him, all the way in Charlotte, but then that tour had to be cancelled due to the arrival of health problems. Can't say I know if he's planning another, but I would think so with a new album in the future. Do you consider graffiti to be true art or just messy? I mean, it can be both. Depends on where it's at, the content itself, everything. What last overwhelmed you? In a recent survey I mentioned that I don't know what really qualifies as sensory overload, but dear god I think I experienced it at Girt's place when Mom and I went there for an early 4th celebration. SO many people were talking about different things and I was trying to be aware and listen to everyone, but it just wasn't possible. I was so overstimulated with all the noise that I literally didn't even process what my mom was eventually saying directly to me; like I just stared at her blankly and had to come back to just me and her to understand anything. What did you last watch on TV? Girt and I were watching a Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach speedrun via YouTube on the TV the other night. We were curious because of the insane amount of glitches in that game how fast you could really do it. Do you know anyone who keeps a Christmas tree up year round? I mean I might, but not that I know of. What’s the strangest video you’ve ever seen? Oh brother, who knows, I've been on the Internet too long. Though I will say I actually haven't seen like... *any* of the notoriously gross and/or shocking videos because I cherish my eyes. They suck, but I cherish them lmao. Have you ever received a present that made you cry? Oh jeez, that's easy to do. Do you know of any haunted buildings in your town? No. I know of a location with false origins that portray it as haunted, but it's just literally not true. What’s the most random song on your playlist that people wouldn’t expect? HAHA at Girt's place, Mom was VERY surprised to learn Brittney Spears is on my iPod lmaooo. When did you last receive a business card from somebody? I haven't the slightest idea. Would you try that Flaming Hot Mountain Dew? ... I do wanna try it... lmaooo. I love both so I mean... leave me alone, haha. When it was first revealed, all the reactions made me feel horrible about myself, ahaha. Do you own any adult coloring books? Yeah, somewhere. What did you last draw or write down? Uh, probably my signature. Have you ever played pinball on a machine or just online? I've played it on machines before. Have you ever had a bad sunburn? I once had sunburn so bad it was actually sun poisoning. It was fucking excruciating.

#lyrics: ''patient no. 9'' by ozzy osbourne #survey #surveys #random questions

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castle-dominion · 11 months

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I already watched the fairytale one so now I'm on 4x18 the doppledancer episode. a dance with death.

Wow I swear I've heard that name before Ooh latin dancing! She's dead but like idk.

Oona macaroni? water under the bridge? martha is so pretty

I love pyrotechnics. Love a short 19min window lmao that probably happens on the set of Castle too. Prop open the door so you can smoke. Btw Ryan is pretty af & wearing pink, for a while I thought it was bc he just got married but now I think it just looks good on him so he chooses to wear it. Idk. Ask Luke Reichle.

Lanie my beloved. At least she knows information on her past. Of course that's how it worked. (Here's that scene btw) KB: Hey, Ryan. Can I get a list of all the guests that were invited to tonight’s taping along with anyone that checked in at security? KR: Uh, already on it, but that’s not the only way in here. There’s an exit door to the alley down the hall. The crew guys like to prop it open so they can go out for a smoke. RC: So either our killer got lucky and found an unlocked door… KB: Or this was an inside job. LP: That gets my vote. Odette was a lock to win this thing. I bet it was one of her backstabbing rivals that did this. [The others stare at her.] LP: What? I watch the show. Odette was my favorite contestant. She was an heiress raised by her rich grandpa, a party girl headed down the wrong path, then a brush with death made her wake up and change her bad-girl ways. RC: That’s a great story. LP: Except for the ending. [Lanie indicates the body in front of them.] KR: I gotta say Dr. Parish, I never figured you for a fan of A Night of Dance. ((calls her dr parish rn, love it)) LP: I’m not exactly. It’s just… when I was young, more than anything, I wanted to be a prima ballerina. If I wasn’t dancing, I was thinking about dancing. ((Says the medical examiner working on a homicide)) RC: So what happened? LP: The girls game along when I was thirteen. [Lanie indicates her chest.] ((As a trans person who used to be very physically active but now has huge bazongas, I feel for ya Lanie)) LP: Not that many top-heavy ballerinas out there. [Castle and Ryan nod understandingly.] RC: Well, I think there should be. KB: Of course you do. RC: That’s not what I meant. Although… [Castle turns to Ryan, who nods eagerly in agreement.] ((the thing is, it's easier to dance when you don't have boobs swinging around hitting you in the chin, & then there's the eating disorders & body requirements...))

Man looks good with that shirt mostly open lol Oh esposito, making eyes at a pretty girl Ryan asked the question, she answered to esposito tho! Kinda rude tbh! *The two dancers walk away* KR: Damn. Did you see that? JE: Mm-hmm. :] KR: She acted like I didn’t even exist. JE: You don’t. Not since you put that ring on your finger. *Ryan looks at his hand* Get used to being invisible to single women. oH IS THIS THE EPISODE WHERE ESPOSITO GETS RYAN'S RING STUCK ON HIS FINGER???

Except in dance it changes your body in legitimate irreversible ways. She would have needed to dance since she was a child. Well depending on the kind of dance

This weirdo co-producer judge fellow did it I think.

It was not eddy

I like eddy though

Sketch man has a freckle tho

Ryan ex-drug cop *immediately assumed it is drugs* which to be fair is a good assumption

He does not match the sketch but he kind of matches the sketch. Generic white guy with dark hair I mean yeah it was your JOB to be concerned abt her spending

I'm guessing she bought these clothes but doesn't have any in her closet: money laundering

Beckett's smile when castle gives her coffee RC: Sounds to me like the old gas card scam. KB: What do you mean? RC: Your parents put you on a strict allowance, but they give you a gas card so you can fill your car. Well, you fill your friends’ cars, and they give you cash. *Esposito listens* Some of my buddies in boarding school nearly doubled their allowance. KB: Uh-huh. RC: Not me, of course. [Beckett gives Castle a knowing look.] RC: That… [Esposito gives Castle a knowing look, too.] RC: Don’t tell my mother. ((GIRL YOU ARE AN ADULT & YOU ARE THE ONE LETTING HER LIVE IN YOUR HOUSE)) Except why would she need to buy clothes for her friends? She doesn't have a strict allowance in that way does she? Maybe it was to make it look like she is not getting cash? Ah she has a monthly cash stipend

I'm so used to people saying yasmine when it is spelled jasmine. *find the recording immediately* See? This is why you never make death threats

Like me doing my testosterone shots KB: Who’s Brian Dunkleman? ((Transcript has link to wikipedia))

Why would you assume speed of all things? Some kinds of speed don't really work injected. That's a nice bottle tho, v big, medical grade, she is not using a spoon & a lighter here. My question is: Did you find alcohol wipes, a sharps bin, extra needle tips, or anything like that?

Oona Marconi lmao. She looks good tho. Milf af. Captions said olivier, she said olivia or maybe olivié which would make sense Oh she is happy for her & her acting studio! Years & years? Don't call her old now b'y that was ages ago oona shush Laugh it off martha laugh it off Alexis there with the knife in the pie Me, planning on becoming a culinary teacher: Rude. Though accurate, I don't like line cooking & early mornings & late nights. Those who can't hack it, find better ways of hacking it, like teaching because we get regular hours RC: Could’ve been worse. *Cut to castle with beckett* RC: It couldn’t have been worse. My mother exposed her gooey center, and Oona Marconi drove a stake through it.

Diabulemia? Or maybe not... that's not how it works

Officially she was dead... "Or did she?" Secret twins? Castle all literary lol

btw there is a deleted scene here Minyard twins No idiot it was a crime of opportunity. But lol crazy wiccan powers would be funny ok but they never ran in the same circles but OG odette was a rich girl & then a party animal so you never know

The parent trap was great! They probably have similar ancestry though, it would have been better if they were distant cousins who didn't know they were related but both had ukrainian ancestry & possibly a relative in common. Could have explained it away as trauma from the crash.

RC: Well, that sounds like something better done one-on-one, mano a mano. Meantime, I want to take a ride downtown with the boys, [starting to stand up] check out that strip club. KR: Sorry, Castle. [Ryan pushes Castle back down into his chair.] KR: Three’s a crowd. [pats castle on the shoulder] [Castle and Beckett are stunned as Ryan and Esposito walk to the elevator.] JE: What’s up? Why you freezing out our boy like that? ((our boy)) KR: I want to try an experiment. Having Castle along would mess things up. [Ryan pushes the down button and clears his throat.] KR: Here. [Ryan takes off his wedding ring and holds it out to Esposito.] ((it's a really nice ring, I'd like to see a high quality pic of it.)) KR: Wear my wedding ring. ((gay lmao)) JE: What? [looks around at any other cops bc ryan is presenting a ring to esposito & the only thing missing is one knee] Get that thing away from me, man. It’s a mood killer. KR: Just wear it when we’re at the club. JE: What for? KR: See, I’ve been talking to all my married guy friends, ((I wish we knew more about their friends outside of work)) they say that your theory is way off. [gesturing with the ring] Wearing a wedding ring gets them more attention from women, not less. JE: So…? KR: So wear the ring. [shoves it in esposito's face. Esposito leans back away from it. The elevator dings & a cop sees ryan "proposing" to esposito but just kind of shakes his head & walks away.] I want to see if women still flirt with you and ignore me. [They enter the elevator.] ((btw espt's jacket is nice & has a grey-on-grey pattern on it.)) JE: So you didn’t’ want Castle to come because… Both: All the women would flirt with him. [holds it up again as the elevator starts to move] KR: I want to know if it’s just the ring that’s repelling members of the fairer sex. JE: It’s not the ring, bro. It’s you. [ryan lowers the ring, watching esposito] See, once you’ve been married for a little while and you’re feeling a little bored and unsatisfied, [ryan nods along] the ring will get you love from the ladies. They’ll want to take you away from all that so that you can be bore and unsatisfied with them. KR, still facing esposito but not looking at his face: Why not now? JE: (chuckle) Because now you’re all blissfully happy with your wife and whatnot. [ryan nods] You have the stink of honeymoon phase all over you. No woman wants to be around that. [esposito looks ryan down & up & shakes his head slightly as if he too doesn't want to be around that & turns to look away from him] KR: How long does it last? ((Why are YOU the MARRIED one asking HIM the Very Single one abt this?)) JE: Well, it’s hard to say. [taking the ring from the top] But knowing you and Jenny, [putting it on explicitly in ryan's view, but probs for the camera tbh] probably forever. [Esposito needs to kind of push Ryan’s ring on over the knuckle. Esposito cringes at it. Ryan, still facing where esposito was standing a second ago, moves his mouth to start a sentence but doesn't say anything, then follows Espt out the elevator]

She is talking to ryan this time at least, talking to both of them. Ryan has his ringless left hand up by his chin & he frequently gestures. Remember someone paid for a nose job? hm? Esposito unfolds the sketch & hands it to her with his ringed hand

Shantell: He lived over in alphabet city. He was always running some scam, borrowing money from Barbra for some new business venture and never paying her back. But she loved him. Crazy love, you know? JE: Oh, yeah. I do. [Esposito shows her Ryan's ring on his hand.] Stl: Hm. JE: Well, you’ve been very helpful, Shantell. Thank you for your time. Stl: (to Esposito) If you wanted, you could come back later. My show starts at eight. JE: I could probably do that— KR: He’s gotta get home to the little woman, [espt flounders a bit in the background] Shantell, but we do thank you for your time and your cooperation. Stl: All right. [Shantell leaves and Ryan and Esposito head for the exit.] JE: What’s wrong with you, man? Why you gotta throw salt in my game like that? KR: You can’t pick up on honeys while wearing the eternal symbol of my love and commitment to Jenny. [Ryan stops & puts a hand out, stopping Esposito too.] KR: Did I just say that out loud? JE: Mm-hmm. KR: No wonder women won’t flirt with me. I’m a lost cause, a man in love with his wife. JE, putting his hand on Ryan's shoulder: Enjoy it, my friend. A lot of men would switch places with you. [ryan riases his eyebrows & looks at espt] Not me. Mnh-Mnh. Other men. Guys. [ryan nods with squinty sus eyes] Unhappy single guys. KR: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just give me my ring back, and you can go get Shantell’s phone number. [Esposito smiles & tries to take it off, but the ring is stuck.] JE: What the… ow. KR: What? JE: (pants) It’s stuck. KR:

Castle is sitting in the desk across from beckett today. lmao alliteration Like that time you stole a police horse while naked?

lmao faux-dette, perfect name "all of barbara" Understudy to leading lady, wow he really is martha's son

Caskett are such a good team in this interrogation here I love it So fauxdette wasn't killed for being barbara she was killed for being odette probably SEE? Barbara HAD been dancnig since she was a kid!

THE BUTLER DID IT!

[Castle rubs soap on the Esposito’s hand and Esposito tries to pry off Ryan’s wedding ring.] JE: It’s not coming off. It’s like it soldered itself onto my hand. RC: Maybe it’s possessed, you know, like some kind of cursed object from a Stephen King story. KR: How can I tell my wife that I’m not wearing my wedding ring because I lent it to Esposito as an experiment to see if strippers would flirt with me? [casle looks blankly afraid & esposito cringes] Maybe she’ll see the humor in it. ((XD)) [Castle and Esposito exchange a look.] RC: Not a chance. JE: You’re a dead man.

ALEXIS MY BELOVED Dad! Work! Boundaries! *Lanie hits alexis with the file in pride*

Poor Martha : ( Ooh man has a croissant Castle & his silly accent

True, there is a professional relationship that has boundaries between like friendships & employ. He's all sus acting like he can solve the murder. How do you know that? (Man must sleep on his back or front, you can't be on your side w/o a pillow, I personally need three things. One under my head, one under my waist to keep my back straight, & one between my knees to keep my hips & therefore back straight.) Oh, aha, he really is smart! They really left a pillow? & nobody looked into the murder? The poor man looks so afraid & sad.

Do they know it's you-know-who yet? Oh yes they do lol Why would you just throw the gun in the trash? & leave the silencer on? Those things are pricey. You should have, idk, dug a hole in the ground (concrete?) & buried it. I mean yeah that sounds even to me. Pretending to be someone else & having killed someone else... yeah that sounds even enough except you already killed someone so who cares?

True. Broken dreams does not mean your life is crap. Lanie the dancer became Dr Parish, I had wanted to be in a band or smth or do a million other things & I'm looking to become a culinary teacher...

Beckett was in a prelaw course but that's boring af, she could have done anything, she could have been a lawyer doctor cop or teacher, or she could have become an astronaut a chef (her hours prove it) a film director a volunteer manager a politician a carpenter an electrician a baker... then again I listed a bunch of trades which are not befitting of a girl like her.

[40:30, INT. PRECINCT, BULLPEN - NIGHT] [Esposito grunts as he attempts to pull off Ryan’s wedding ring.] JE: Ah, it won’t— Yeah, you know what? [Esposito checks his watch.] JE: Ooh, I’m late for my stripper date, man. ((meaning ryan let him "pick up honeys" without taking off his ring)) [Esposito gives up and starts to leave.] KR: Whoa, whoa. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I cannot go home again without that ring on my finger tonight. My couch has a loose spring. My back-- ((lmao I love how Jenny made him sleep on the couch. I hope he said he let esposito try it on & did NOT say it was to see if strippers would flirt with him)) KB: Hey, did you try soap? JE: Yeah. KR: Yeah, that was, like, the first thing we did. RC: Cooking spray? JE: I didn’t think about cooking spray. KR: Where am I gonna find cooking spray? KB: Here. [Beckett takes out her lotion and puts some on Esposito’s finger. Esposito rubs the lotion in around the ring.] JE: It’s like silk. That might work. Oh, yeah. I think it’s coming. ((Why are you pushing the ring off instead of pulling tho? That's why it does what it does)) KR: Yeah? [Esposito grunts as the ring audibly (lovely fake sound) pops off and bounces across the room. Caskett look at him. Esposito cringes. Ryan looks at him] ((Makes me think tho, how did the actors play this? Is it like Mime? Or was the ring actually just slightly the wrong size?)) JE: At least it’s off my finger. [Esposito leaves & then starts running away just in case and Ryan rushes to find the ring.]

"Inches" of column space that you should let me know (not whore him out) RC: “Be kind.” For you, Mother… I can be kind. HE REALLY DOES LOVE HIS MOM. (This is how I feel about sweeping at work. "For you [only my second real job & low on the totem pole]... I can sweep the floor." I really really genuinely hate sweeping, it is embarrassing & I'm slow & bad at it & how can you be bad at sweeping but I AM & it's awkward to hold & there are people in the way & it reminds me of hockey which I dislike... ugh I hate sweeping so much)

anyway I love that sweet sweet ending of love

& as always, thank you https://scriptline.livejournal.com/63245.html live journal transcript for being here

#castle 4x18 #castle 4x18 quote #castle 4x18 spoilers #the doppledancer episode #he got the wedding ring stuck

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spidey-boyy · 1 year

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watched another punisherrrr, here’s s1 ep2

okayyy,,, so frank has some anger issues

‘written by karen page’? AH

who the hell are you? pls this sunglasses guy is so annyoing and i don’t even know his name

what’s microooo… oh the guy, got it

karennnnn, hi :). “thanks karen.” LMAO

aw the hug was sweet

heyyy ellison. cool to see you guys in other settings. also, idk if it’s just me but something about karen’s energy is different here. it's not a bad different but i guess it’s just bc it’s not dd

is micro just spying on random families? is this family his own?

hiii billy, heard so much about you

damn that’s it lol. frank really said, 'thanks for the article, peace.' aw karennnn

we’re only two episodes in and micro’s been outsmarted?

is the wife in on this??? is she stalling or something? No,, I think she’s good… She seems sweet. omg but she’s so trusting of frank lol, like i wouldn't invite a stranger into my place, i mean ig it's bc she accidentally hit frank with the car tho and she feels bad

is frank gonna burn his stuff or something

plain celery? i mean it's not that good- shiT ponyboy. OOH THE TOASTER TO THE THROAT

AH he pulled frank's gun on him

wait- i thought reyes gave the order to shoot central park… were they working together or something? i get what ponyboy's saying (i know they said this man's name like three times his ep but i already forgot it) but dd said that it was an accident for the most part, in this scene he's making it sound like he took part in it and that it was on purpose, which fine, but then was it his own mission? where did the drug dealer mentioned by reyes come in though? i need to rewatch this later, i think i missed something

i gotta rewatch the intro scene for dinah again bc tbh i didn't catch the case she's looking into lol

what’s the other guy detecive's name? i forgot his name

these episodes feel so long lol. i’m liking the jazz/rock music though rn

david’s on the amazing race right now w/ frank telling him to go to so many places lmao

oh shit frank found david? lol, david said “no,” to frank punching him, what did he think frank was gonna do

okay, this was interesting! i'm kinda surprised that frank got to micro/david so fast but i guess that just means that he isn't the big threat for the season? but like, why is he so obsessed with frank? also, it was nice to see karen here! cool to see her at the newspaper office and what was sort of up between dd s2 and the defenders. but yeah, i gotta rewatch stuff lol

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rookie year | chapter 12

a lamelo ball fic by hiphop-rap-and-basketball

Word Count: 5,201

Warnings: All characters in this fic are 18+, Minors DNI, swearing, drug use, NSFW content, all that shit.

A/N: bitchhh this shit was long. enjoy. I think waiting a week or so to upload definitely helps build anticipation and gives me time to get it right. I want to get this done before our lil internet party tomorrow I’ll discuss more about it in a bit :). I also have to give a huge should out to my homegirl @lilah1903 who helped me come up with the ideas for this chapter. Literally so kind of her. I am so grateful for this community ya’ll. ENJOYYYYYY and lmk how you like it. I have been finalizing it for the last couple hours and watching the Hornets v. Heat game at the same time in OT rn lmao

November 24th, 2019

You stretched and rolled out of bed, you got up to feed Lucky and took your phone off the charger.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: Tonight at like 7, be ready.

You: oh shit, how ready?

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: new fit type ready.

Apple Pay $500

You: Oh 😦😦 Word.

You stared at the money on your phone at this point not even surprised he sent it but still feeling grateful. As you began preparing breakfast as silent as you could, Jordyn was sound asleep on your bed still, face buried in the pillows.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: what are you doing today?

You: I guess now I’m going to the mall to get a new outfit 🤣

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: that’s what I like to hear. Send me pictures 😊

As you waited for the eggs to finish heating up to scramble them, you popped some bread in the toaster.

You: okay 😊 what are you up to today?

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: practice for most of the morning, then I’m getting food with some of the boys.

You: okayy, have fun 🤗

“Ughhh,” You heard Jordyn groan without saying any other words.

“Awww, look who’s finally up,” you chirped, scooping eggs from out of the pan and onto the plate.

“Oh I feel amazing,” she moaned sarcastically.

You walked over to her and handed her a water bottle with her plate of scrambled eggs and toast. She thanked you and attempted to take small bites.

“Do you remember anything from last night?” You chuckled.

“I wasn’t that bad,” she mumbled and you glared at her. “I remember… moments.”

“Yeah? Like what?” You asked her, anticipating her response.

“Talking to Miles, meeting some of the team, being on the table…”

“Almost throwing up in Melo’s car and nearly giving him a heart attack?” You chuckled.

“Damn… sorry about that,” she mumbled.

“It’s okay… you held it in… then proceeded to throw up in the elevator on the way up,” you confirmed and she threw her hands in her face out of embarrassment.

“Aw shit y/n I’m so so sorry,” she muttered.

“Don’t be sorry at me be sorry at the janitors who probably came into work and were shook as hell,” you exclaimed. “It was too late for us too tell anyone about it and we were not about to clean it ourselves.”

Completely disregarding your words, a devious grin slowly grew on her face.

“Sooo did you and Melo finally kiss?”

“No,” you giggled looking down. “That was interrupted by your gagging.”

“Aww man y/n c’mon. I’m annoying when I’m drunk, I’m so sorry.”

“You are,” you laughed. “I forgive you. He asked me to get ready for tonight at 7. I don’t know what he has planned but he sent money for me to buy a new outfit soooo we have to go to the mall,” you murmured, taking a bite out of your own toast.

“Sent you money?” She exclaimed.

“I knew that would be the only thing you heard out of that sentence,” you laughed. “Yes, he did. Doesn’t happen often so I’m kind of anticipating he wants me to dress up.”

She propped herself up.

“How much money are we talking though?”

“$500.”

“Oh hell nah bitch there’s no time for me to be hungover we gotta go-“ she said as she rushed to stand up and was quickly humbled by a pounding feeling in her temple.

“After some coffee,” she laughs, sitting down.

•••

You both got up and ready to go shopping. Jordyn drove, and you picked up some coffee first before anything. When you made it to the mall, it took a while to decide what stores you wanted to shop in. You decided on one that fit your style the most.

Jordyn mainly helped you pick something out but wanted to do some shopping of her own while you tried things on.

After piling up a bunch of different pieces you wanted to try on, you scavenged around in the dressing room trying everything on and taking a picture of each outfit and sending them each to Melo.

After sending them all you awaited his responses and he took the time to reply to each one until he acknowledged his favorite and the one he wanted you to buy.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: hell nah not this

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: girl why you pick this out

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: hmmm I like this you should buy it still but it don’t fit the vibe

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: buy thisss but not for tonight 😏

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: this the oneeeee oh you look🤤🤤

You giggled at his response of approval. You started gathering everything together of what he liked and what he did not. You hung up the ones you were going to leave and put the ones you were going to buy on the bench.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: Hmm what’s that lil red peaking through the back in this?

You looked down at the red bra that you had on that was covered in rhinestones.

You: my bra?

Melo 🛸🕺🏾💯: Hmm

You: what?

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯 Bet

You: ??

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯 Apple Pay $200

buy something new for me to see, and only me.

You looked at your phone with your eyes widened.

“You almost done?” You heard Jordyn’s voice ask from the other side of the door.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say while quickly fumbling to get your own clothes up off the floor as they had fallen. A scandalous idea pops into your head.

You decided to take a picture of your body in nothing but your bra and panties, taking advantage of the mirror in front of you and using your phone to cover your face before snapping a few pictures and picking out the one you liked most and sending it to him.

You: same color?? Different set?? Lmk 😌

You slipped your phone in your purse and quickly threw your clothes back on.

Meanwhile, Melo was at practice stressing on the bench.

“Whatchu all unfocused for,” Miles asked him, smacking him on the back. “C’mon. You took a longer break than me. That never happens,” he laughed.

“My fault, let’s get into it,” Melo huffed. His eyes scanned the photo you sent him one more time before clicking his phone off.

They were finishing up dribbling around after it had been a couple of hours, they were the only two left in the gym at this point. Everyone else went to lunch. Melo finally opened up to Miles about what was going on.

“She said she likes me, I asked her out tonight and I ain’t even get to kiss her yet, I really don’t know how I’ve waited this long,” Melo huffed rubbing his hands on his shorts.

“You all worked up about it, you clearly willing to wait for it,” Miles replied, smirk on his face before shooting the ball from the free throw line.

“It’s getting hard,” Melo admitted to him, taking a step closer to him and whispering now. “She just sent me a body pic now that shit is engrained in my brain, how am I suppose to think about basketball right now?” He asked him and Miles started chuckling.

“Hahaha you down bad,” he said while he shook Melo’s shoulders. “We can call it a day and you can go home and beat your meat to that picture.”

“Shut up dawg, forreal,” Melo laughed. “She’s so beautiful I know she’s worth the wait its just hard,” he sighed. “She knows what she just did by sending me that.”

“It’ll happen in time,” Miles encouraged him. “But don’t let that fact become a distraction.”

“I know, I know. I’m not distracted. Let’s go a couple more times,” he told Miles and he nodded in agreement, bounce-passing the ball to him.

•••

After you and Jordyn paid for your new clothes in the store, you decided to go into Victoria’s Secret to make a purchase per Melo’s request.

You felt Jordyn’s eyes almost burning a little hole on the side of your head.

“I just wanna look…” you trailed off.

“Mhmm…” Jordyn smirked. “Now you know you don’t have to lie to me, Y/N.”

“Okay fine shhhh,” you hushed her as you scanned through the selection. “I may or may not have just sent him a body pic when I was trying clothes on.”

She gasped. “Like naked?”

“No, No. Not yet,” you laughed. “Just in my bra… he wants me to pick something out just for him after he saw my other outfits I sent him pictures of.”

“You’re getting bold y/n, I like it. Did he reply to the picture though?”

“I’m too scared to look,” you laughed.

“Well, look!!!” She nudged you and you pulled out your phone. You looked at your phone together.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯:

Y/N

God damn.

Red.

Black.

Shit every color.

Apple Pay $500

Every set.

Please.

She looked at you and smirked.

“Look at you, you made him speechless,” she laughs. “And he started begging? And sent you more money? You need to fuck him tonight.”

“Aw shit… now I’m panicking girl help me pick something out!!” You exclaimed to her and she took your hands and looked into your eyes.

“Girl you just sent a body pic to Melo Ball, who’s clearly into you and wants to see you naked, whatever the hell you end up picking, he will still want to fuck you,” you stated.

You felt the heat run to your cheeks in response to her comment.

“Let’s get this shit then,” you replied, picking out 3 different sets you had your eyes on already.

•••

You took your time getting ready and as you did, you really thought how you were done comparing aspects of your relationship with Melo to your old relationship. You were over Tristan for good.

It’s been a while since you got really dressed up as much as you have lately. Even when you photograph weddings you tend to keep your outfit neutral and as comfortable as possible when you’re doing a bunch of bending and stretching around to get the best images of couples.

So today you were dressing up and you felt the most beautiful and confident that you have in a while and because of that you were so ready for Melo to see you. Your mind rushed with a million thoughts wondering how the night would go.

You heard a knock at the door and let out a small gasp.

You looked at Lucky who was on your bed chilling.

You ran up to open the door in your heels and there he stood.

So tall and sooo fine, there was no one else that made you this happy to open your front door. His eyes scanned your body as he smiled.

“You look beautiful,” he stated.

Thank you,” you grinned. “Come in real quick there’s someone I want you to meet.” You tell him.

“Oh yeah, lemme see her,” he said. “She’s a her right?”

“Yeah, you giggled, “her name is Lucky.”

“I ain’t no cat person.. but..” he said while walking to the bed. He sat next to her and started petting her. Lucky’s eyes closed while he scratched the back of her head.

“She’s so cute,” he smiled. “You like having her?”

“Yeah, she keeps me company.” You say while crossing your arms.

You watch as Melo attempts to pull her into his arms and she snuggled up into his embrace.

“This is way to cute to not take a picture of, I have to,” you say while grabbing your phone, Melo smiled for the picture. You admired it for a moment while he placed her back on the bed.

“Aw, you got some fur on your shirt,” you laughed.

“Aww shit,” he laughs trying to rub it off but nothing moved.

“Here, I got it,” you say reaching for your lint roller. Something you already had because you brought it with you on shoots. You didn’t realize it would be very handy now that you have a cat.

You began using the lint roller on his shirt and he watched you in awe as you took matters into your own hands. Happy with the results, you toss the lint roller on your bed and attempt to walk away but Melo catches your hand.

“Mmmm, come here,” he hummed while using your hand to spin you around to get a full view of your outfit for the night.

“You look good,” he emphasized.

“Thank you,” you blushed, smiling so hard your cheeks were starting to feel sore. “Where we going?”

“You’ll seee,” he chuckles, “I promise.”

“Okay, I trust you,” you smiled.

“Good, now c’mon,” he motions.

The two of you get going, when you locked the door behind you, Melo reached out for your hand. You looked at it, then looked up at him.

His love language most definitely had to be touch.

You grabbed it, and he interlocked your fingers with his.

You laughed at him when you got to the elevator and it was packed, reminiscing on the first time you were in it together and it was full.

This time, Melo pulled you up against the his body. Hands still interlocked with yours as the rested on your hips. Your heart fluttered feeling his body against yours in this way.

There’s no way at least one person in here couldn’t recognize Melo, you thought.

He continued to hold your hand even up until you got to his car, he opened your door for you.

“What a gentleman,” you you grinned playfully.

You took over his Bluetooth right away and started playing some of your favorite songs as you drove.

“One day you gon let me drive this,” you nudged him and he shot you a look right away.

“Hmmm, I don’t know about all that,” he laughed.

“Why not?”

“Hmmm imma need to see how you drive your own car first,” he replied.

“I only hit a curb now and then, nothing crazy.”

“Nah nah you not about to crack my rims,” he laughed.

“I wouldn’t, pleaseee,” you pleaded.

“Hmm, we’ll see,” he smirked.

When you got to the spot, it was a pretty lowkey, cute little restaurant. It was giving very much 5 star rating vibes with its dim lights, fancy tables and chairs. He reserved the spot for the two of you.

You sat down, studying the menu for a moment. He looked up at you and grinned, admiring your gorgeous look for the night. After deciding on what you wanted, the waiter came back and took your order.

“Sooo.. how’d shopping go?” He asked.

“Good, Jordyn came with me,” you mumbled, crossing your legs under the table and straightening your posture.

“Oh yeah? What else you buy?”

“Couple outfits, some things…”

“Like??”

“I guess you’ll have to see later,” you shrugged.

“Anything related to this?” He chuckled, showing you his Lock Screen on his phone was in fact the picture you sent to him earlier.

“Melo,” you blushed, grabbing his phone out of his hand and putting it face down. He picked it right back up again to stare at it.

“You look…” he trailed off, in a daze as he did not remove his eyes from the picture. “…really fucking good,” he nodded, bringing his lips into his mouth before releasing them.

“Your lock screen though?” You glared at him and he shrugged.

“You messed with me at practice sending me that, so I think I deserve to fuck with you for that,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“That’s the game we’re playing?” You asked.

“Mhmm,” he smirked.

“Bet.”

“I ain’t scared of what’s going on in that head of yours, camera girl,” he chuckled.

“I never said you should be,” you giggled. All I said was “bet.”

“Mhmm,” he sassed. You roll your eyes at him.

The waiter brought your food out now.

You both ate your food throwing the occasional glimpses at each other, your mind still on the previous topic but you wanted to get him talking about other things.

“Sooo, LaMelo Ball… What’s it like being in the spotlight?” You asked and he sighed and thought for a moment before he spoke.

“I really don’t know what life is any other way,” he shrugged. “What’s it like to not be?”

“Seems, normal. Seems like I could go without feeling like eyes are on me 24/7,” you smiled.

“Being around with me could change that…” he stated and you looked into his eyes for a moment.

“I don’t mind,” you shrugged.

“I’m worried that might change,” he mumbled.

“How come?” You asked, looking into his eyes now.

“When all eyes are on you, everything is different. Every move and mistake you make can make a headline. It’s a lot of pressure,” he stated.

“Pressure makes diamonds,” you shrugged in a pish-posh matter.

He sits up in his chair and crossed his arms, leaning towards to you now.

“So you think you can handle it?” He asked with a smirk.

Your throat instantly grows dry in response to his demeanor and how he questioned you.

“Uh- maybe, probably I guess it depends,” you muttered, adjusting yourself in your seat.

“Nah, not maybe. I want to hear you say you can,” he replied, very much aware of what his tone was doing to you now.

He was so enticing when he got in touch with his persuasive energy. It made you forget to take a breath thinking about letting him do anything and everything possible to you on this table right now.

You cleared your throat, bringing yourself back to your reality.

“I can…” you trailed off. “I can take- handle it.”

He chuckled, grinning at you as his eyes grew dark.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he replied, focusing on his plate again before taking a bite.

The tension obvious between the two of you now, your stomach was in knots and you had a hard time finishing the rest of your meal without imagining dozens of scenarios going down between you and Melo. You set your fork down, unsure if you should be the one to break the silence.

“How’d you like your food?” He asked finally. Causing you to ease up a bit and smile, releasing a long and slow sigh.

“It was amazing, thank you LaMelo,” you replied.

“Of course camera girl,” he grinned.

You sat up in your seat with your legs crossed, hands on your lap. You watched him as he took the bill from the waiter and gave him his card.

Your eyes scanned his hands and how large they were. Thinking about how those were the same hands that were so good at holding a basketball so effortlessly. Then thinking about how good they would feel wrapped around your neck.

You grew impatient now, not because you wanted the night to end but because you wanted ever single part of him right now. You tried to hold it together.

“Melo?” You asked.

“Hmm?” He hummed, lip pulled between his teeth.

“Where to next?”

“You got somewhere to be?” He teased.

On your dick, you thought.

“No, no I didn’t mean- I mean I’m just looking forward to what you got in mind,” you stuttered.

“There’s a place I want you to see, I think you’d love it, you ready?” He asked.

“Always am,” you smiled.

He got up first, reaching his hand out for you to grab to help bring you out of your seat. As you walked out, some eyes were on you. You grew shy and looked up at Melo. He grinned down at you and you remembered the conversation topic you were just talking about and he knew exactly what was going through your head as he then noticed the eyes on the two of you as well.

“How do you handle it?” You asked.

“I’m open to the constructive criticism but I never let the hate get to me,” he shrugged. “Eyes will be on me for the rest of my life. I just try to remember I’m doing what I love and I’m not mad about that.”

You had some ways to go to have a mentality like Melo.

When you got to his car, you sat in silence as he drove. He kept his hand on your thigh and you were burning up at this point. When you finally got to the spot he was talking about, you smiled at him. He knew you so well and within a couple minutes, you were up on the top floor of the building, admiring the beautiful view of the city of Charlotte from up above.

He looked at you and smiled. He had not said much at this point and you felt like you had not either. You finally broke the silence, nervously looking down at your feet before looking back up at him.

“I like you Melo, I really do. Not because you’re LaMelo Ball but because you’re Melo… I guess that doesn’t make sense because-“

He cut you off by pressing his lips on yours.

Finally.

This was the moment you needed for the longest time. You melted into his embrace as his hands were holding onto your face. Grateful you were in heals, you linked your arms around his neck attempting to bring him as close as possible, intoxicated by his affection.

“Shit,” he whispered into the kiss before latching his lips onto yours again. Your heart was filled with so much joy for the first time in a long time. The two of you not wanting to stop or let go of each other’s embrace.

When you let go for a moment to catch your breath, you looked at him feeling completely speechless. Your mind replaying the moment and now you were unable to not think about anything else other than the feeling of his lips on yours. Your eyes scanned his with a small grin growing on your face now.

“I know pretty girl, I like you too, now please don’t ever stop kissing me,” he chuckled softly into your lips before kissing you again. You giggled into the kiss almost feeling happy tears come on. Enjoying this new level of appreciation you could finally show each other now.

••

When you got back to his car, he turned around and faced you.

“Don’t let me regret this but… wanna drive?” He asked and your eyes grew in excitement.

“Seriously?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he shrugged.

You grabbed the keys out of his hand and quickly made your way to the front seat. He went to the passenger seat side. It was a funny sight seeing the two of you have to adjust your seats in the opposite direction. He brought his all the way back and you brought yours more than inches away from the steering wheel.

You looked at him after putting the keys in the ignition and he watched you, amused by the sight.

“Awwww shit,” you turned up the radio and leaned back in your seat. You pulled out the lot and did not realize how much of a confidence boost you would be given driving a $200,000 car.

You shot the occasional glance at him as he had the biggest smile on his face completely enjoying everything about this.

When you hopped on the freeway you pushed 80 almost 90. His face grew concerned with the possibility of you getting pulled over in his car.

“Hey,” he laughed while putting his hand on your arm. “Slow your ass down.”

“Sorry,” you laughed, bringing down your speed now. You drove around the city, admiring it from the window.

“Oh shit…” you stated, slowing down and turning the radio down as well. “I need my car for tomorrow.”

“Where is it?” He asked you.

“Left it at my parents house on my birthday,” you replied.

“Perfecttt, I can’t wait to meet them, let’s go,” he laughed, you glared at him.

“You better act right,” you giggled.

“Who said I wouldn’t?” He grinned proudly, adjusting his shirt.

•••

You made it to your moms and unlocked the front door slowly. Your parents were in the living room watching a movie and were more than happy to see you two.

“Well you two look really nice,” your mom grinned, putting her glasses on and standing up from the couch.

“Mom and dad this is Melo, Melo this is my mom and dad,” you chuckled.

“Nice to meet y’all,” Melo grinned, he shook your dads hand and gave your mom a side hug. “We we’re on a date, I took her out for dinner, I hope that’s okay,” Melo smiled.

“Of course,” your mom smiled and winked at you as he spoke with your dad.

“It’s nice to meet you son,” your dad smiled at him. They chatted for a moment and you told your mom you were just stopping by to say hi and pick up your car. You watched as they asked him some questions. Your dad knew exactly who he was so of course he got to talking.

He was the sweetest to your mom, the biggest gentleman and was very kind to your father. You admired how he held the conversation with them so well. The moment was short and sweet, but you were ready to get going.

Out of habit, Melo made the mistake of pulling out his phone as he stood right next to your mom. Remembering the Lock Screen photo, you were too far to snatch his phone out of his hand, but by the look on his face when he saw it, he definitely realized and slipped it right back into his pocket.

“Uh- but we’re-we’re going to go,” you blurted. “I love you guys, always good to see you, we’ll stop by again soon.”

“You too,” your replied with a smile on her face you wondered he she noticed or if he put it away in time. The two of you rushed out of the house and back to his car.

•••

“You’re slick as fuck for that,” is the first thing you said to him when the two of walked into his apartment. You were hoping to God your mom did not see the photo on his phone and you were nervous about it the entire way home.

“For what,” he asked, grinning ever so innocently, using all of his teeth to smile.

“You know what you did,” you mumbled.

“What’d I do?” He asked, bringing you in by the waist to meet his face.

“Change your Lock Screen,” you mumbled.

“Why? What if I want to show off what’s mine,” he replied, rubbing his thumb on your back as he spoke.

“What’s yours?” You repeated, slightly heated at his stubbornness now. “Am I yours?”

“You tell me?”

“You ask me,” you shot back, not making sense of what you were trying to say but rather feeling heavily sexually frustrated now.

“You gon regret having that attitude with me pretty girl,” he replied, eagerly bringing his lips to yours now. He picked you up without breaking the kiss, walking you over to his bed now.

Slipping you out of your outfit, he undressed you tortuously slow. You laid down on the bed in nothing but the shiny new underwear you bought today for the occasion. His eyes scanned your body in all of its bare beauty for a couple of moments before going back to kissing you again.

You focused on the way his lips felt pressed against your skin. The way he softly kissed your jawline down to your neck, a small moan escaped your lips. He looked up at you and acknowledged your approval of his actions.

“You are mine,” he mumbled in between planting kisses on your inner thighs. “All mine.”

“Really?” You asked, trying to keep the sarcastic act up but miserably failing as he slowly slipped your panties off.

“So you went ahead and sent that picture and then get mad that I liked the picture?” He whispered while slowly beginning to rub your clit now.

“I wasn’t mad that you- oh my god” your words were cut short as he slowly slid a finger inside of you.

“And still getting smart about it after I told you to watch your mouth?” He chuckled. His voice low now as he knew his tone was increasingly taunting to you.

“I- Melo,” you gasped, feeling ecstatic about the increasing pleasure not only because it felt good but because it was Melo. And you wanted it to be him doing this to you right now. For the longest time.

“You know how long I been wanting to know how you taste?” he mumbled, eyes hooded now has he was so focused on pleasuring you in this moment. He had yet to bring his mouth to your pussy and was only pleasuring you with his hands but you were putty in his grasp unable to control yourself at this point.

“You so beautiful, I don’t think you truly understand that…” he mumbled, increasing the pace of his fingers now. Your heart swelled with happiness at his sweet words.

“But that smart mouth is going to get you in trouble,” he finished.

“Melo shut up and eat me out already,” you gasped and he was taken aback by your demands. He stopped.

“Aht- what’d I just say?” He asked, his tone sounded playfully angry but nonetheless his aggression was turning you on.

You playfully glared at him, rolled your eyes then fell into character. If he wanted the praise as much as you did, then you would give it to him to get what you wanted. As you expected the result of two zodiac fire signs fighting for dominance.

“Please Melo, I want you to make me feel good, Melo,” you beamed at him, pleading now, even though you were not lying. It was easy to tell that as confident as he was, he still enjoyed having his ego stroked.

It did not take him long to give in this time, as his lips found your clit, he took his time to make sure you felt good. His hands simultaneously caressing your breasts and bringing his hands all the way down to your hips as if you did not think he could get any closer to your pussy, his face was drowning in it at this point as you were moaning in response to him getting you closer and closer to your climax.

He did not stop, in fact, he kept going even after you came. Clearly overstimulated, you were gasping for air at this point admiring how dedicated he was to eating you until you cried.

“I stop eating you out when I’m finished,” he stated, bringing his lips back up to the lips on your face now. (Lmaoo) “you need anything ma?”

To get a fucking grip after that shit, you thought.

“Surprise me,” you whispered breathlessly, wrapping yourself in his blanket.

You had zero words as he got up and casually made his way to the fridge, grabbing the two of you something to drink. He brought it back to you and sat next to you now, still admiring everything about you.

“You so pretty,” he beamed at you. “stay with me tonight?”

_____

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Six Months - Part Thirteen

Summary - Layla desperately needs a vacation and her Aunt and Uncle come to her rescue. So, at twenty two, she packs her bag and jets off to America. Harry took a break from education and is now a full fledged content creator on OnlyFans. At twenty, he makes more money than almost all of his friends. What ensues when these two meet and realise the windows in their rooms face each other? How will paper airplanes bring them closer together?

PAIRING - camboy!harry x indian!oc

a/n - there’s a confession! i’m not very happy with how this turned out but i hope you enjoy. reblog and like as always. happy reading!

Word Count - 10.5k

Warnings - fluff, angst, smut (unprotected sex), drugs (weed)

Masterpost (find previous parts here)

Layla: you up?

Layla sighs as she looks at the numbers on the top corner of her phone. 1:45 am, it says. Why would Harry even be up at this hour, she thinks. She logged out of Zoom a couple of minutes ago. She looks at her laptop and flicks through the syllabus she has been given to distract herself from the gnawing feeling of heat in her belly. She has four weeks to prepare for her classes - most of these were fairly familiar to her, considering she’s teaching at the same university she studied. Her phone buzzes. She immediately unlocks it to look at the text.

Harry: Yeah baby.

Layla: what are you doing?

Harry: Posted four pictures from our shoot on OnlyFans a couple hours ago. The tats took so long to edit out though. I put a static black square on my face, so it flows with the same aesthetic.

Layla: and the verdict? they like?

Harry: Oh yeah! They are tipping me quite well. Some user tipped $500. Should have come to you sooner lol

Layla: cooool! do I get some type of reward? perhaps a job well done or…

Harry: Baby really wants to see me in that maid outfit huh?

Layla: ;) ;) what else are you doing right now babe?

Harry: What has gotten into you? You bored? I thought you had a meeting with your professors.

Layla: it got over twenty minutes ago

Harry: How’d it go???

Layla: i don’t wanna talk about that particularly rn

Harry: Oookay. Are you bored, Lails?

Layla: nope! what are you wearing right now Har?

Harry: Just my briefs

Layla’s cheeks heat up and her thighs clench together involuntarily. The fire in her belly is now raging.

Harry: OMFG is this you sexting??

Layla: no! shut up! i’ve just been feeling v v horny and just wish you were right here that’s all. (●´ω｀●)

Harry: my baby needs me badly huh?

Layla: yeah just want you here with me rn 🥺

Harry: Layla Sathish! This is a booty call!

Layla: i’m well aware lmao. so?

Harry: I don’t know… I’d have to get out of my blanket nest, get dressed and slip out of the house

Layla rolls her eyes. She knows he’s playing hard to get and she knows that it’s all a façade. So she unbuttons her white shirt, tosses it on the floor, and wiggles out of her camisole. She wasn’t wearing anything except for her panties on her lower half. It’s not like they could see anything below her midsection on Zoom anyway. She goes to the bathroom, gets her hair out of the pony tail and fluffs it up. She picks up the satin kimono robe that her aunt got her when they went to the mall earlier in the day. It was blue black and had peacocks and magnolia blossoms printed on it. She ties the rope in a loose bow and takes a picture of her in it. It was from a high angle, the robe was pulled to the side on her shoulders, so an ample amount of cleavage was shown. She gave the front camera big puppy dog eyes and the cutest pout. She sends it to him. Fucker’s gonna break like a twig, she smirks, feeling satisfied.

Harry: Booty call accepted! 🥵 Scrambling for my pants right now. Don’t move! Don’t take anything off! I’ll be over in a few minutes.

Layla: be super quiet. i’ll unlock the front door.

Harry: Who are you and what have you done to miss goody two shoes?

Layla: why don’t you come and find out Har 😈

She feels a thrill of exhilaration coarse its way through her body. She quickly makes her way to shut off her laptop and hang her shirt up in the wardrobe. She smiles as she thinks back to the morning they had.

////

Layla’s eyes blink open and Harry’s wallpaper comes into focus as she stretches her limbs. She’s all cosy with the blanket burritoed around her.

“Hi, baby,” his husky voice greets her in response to the sounds of her joints cracking.

“Morning.” Layla’s voice was hoarse. She turns around to find Harry sat upright, with his back resting against the headrest. One of his legs was stretched out, the tiger tattoo on display with him being just in his briefs; his other leg was bent at the knee, his feet planted on the mattress and a book perched on his knee. Layla can’t figure out what it is but she saw a pen cap held firmly between his teeth and his right hand held the pen as he scrawled on the paper.

“What are you doing?” Layla asks, after clearing her throat.

“Uh… nothing. Just jotting stuff,” he shrugs as he puts the cap on the pen and leans over to the side to toss them both into his bedside drawer. His cheeks redden with embarrassment.

Layla decides to let it go. It’s probably a diary or a dream journal, she thinks. She’s not going to press more about it because she understands, from the colour on his cheeks and neck, that it could be super personal.

“How’d you sleep last night?” She asks him as he shuffles back into the sheets and tangles his legs with hers.

“Good. You got me beat,” he admits. Layla brings her feet up and rests it on his calves and he yelps when she does.

She giggles in response and wiggles her toe icicles to further get a reaction from him.

“Heeey,” he whines, shuffling closer to her to trap her feet between his. “That’s what you get, you little dickhead. Try to move them now.” He kisses the tip of her nose.

“They weren’t even that cold,” she laughs in protest.

“Liar. I ought to staple socks to your feet the minute you fall asleep,” he rasps, making her chuckle.

Layla brings her hands up to cup his face as she uses her thumbs to rub back and forth on his cheek.

“How are you feeling? Was I okay? Are you in any kind of pain?” She enquires, searching his face for any clues.

“I’m feeling good. No pain. You took it real slow, everything felt really good. Although my butt does feel a little weird. You were so fucking hot. Watching you do that to me… Fuck! I can’t describe it but you made me feel safe and cared for and not to mention really really good.”

“Glad I can do that for you.” She smiles up at him. “Watching you touch yourself felt so sinful but you looked hot too.”

As predicted a cocky smile makes its way to his face. “Sinful, eh?” He whispers as he gets closer to her lips but his attempt is thwarted by Layla’s hand, as it cups his mouth.

“Let me go brush my teeth real quick.”

“Laylaa.” He protests.

“Please. It’ll only take a couple of minutes,” she reasons with him.

He huffs in response.

“Hey! I need to pee too. I can either do it in the loo or on you,” her eyes narrow at him. “Plus, this shouldn’t be something I need to reason for.”

“You’re right. Sorry. I’m just a bit clingy this morning.” He moves his legs to free her, and Layla crawls on top of him to get off the bed.

“Be right back.” She says as she saunters to his bathroom.

Ten minutes later, she comes back out to find Harry eagerly patting on the bed. He’d switched to the inside, so she could just slot herself in the side he occupied earlier. She looks at the clock on his bedside stand. It flashed 7:48 am in bright red.

“Please don’t tell me you woke up early to work out?” She says while climbing into the bed so they lay facing each other.

“No. I’m taking a rest for a couple of days, remember? I woke up around six, like I always do.”

“Good. You work out too much.” She pokes his stomach with her finger, it was taut and hard. He didn’t have a six pack yet but it was so well defined most of the time, with the exception of post food consumption.

He waves his hand around dismissively.

“What if I told you I was into that? Like when you told me you would pee on me.” He asks.

Layla’s eyebrows shoot up in response. “Are you?” Her voice whisper quiet, eyes wide.

“No.” He laughs at the sigh of relief that escapes from her lips, her petrified expression relaxing.

“You fucking scared me there, earth boy.” She smacks his chest.

“You should have seen your face,” Harry manages to get out in between sputters of laughter.

“Yeah, if you told me if golden showers was a kink of yours, I’d say bye Felicia and yeet myself out of the window real quick.”

Harry’s laughter gets louder.

“It’s a good thing that we established that pee kink is a hard limit for the two of us.” He says, after his laughter dies down.

“Hmm.”

Layla says as her fingers curl around his neck and pulls his face towards hers. It starts with slow pecks, until Harry sucks her bottom lip in between his mouth, causing a long drawl from her. His hand goes to rest on her ass and his fingertips start drumming at the spot where the hem of her panties and flesh meet.

“Harry,” she moans out, hitching her leg on top of his hip, getting even more closer to his warm body.

“That’s right, sweet girl,” he whispers, gently stroking her lower lip that was now a deep rose and swollen. He raises his leg, so her clothed throbbing centre was scorching against his thigh.

Their eyes stare into each other as his hand starts to rock her against his thigh. Layla’s face contorts her face slightly and a wince escapes from her.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Just feel a bit sore. Nothing to worry about.” She grips on his bicep and starts to kiss on his jaw.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this right now if it hurts.”

“But I want to,” she whinges, as he pulls her face back, so he can look at her.

“Did I hurt you last night?” He asks, green eyes alarmed.

“No! It’s just that we went at it a little longer than usual last night. Like twenty minutes or more, I bet. Considering that it was my third time with penetrative sex, my vagina just needs to get used to it,” she admits in a soft voice.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He strokes her cheek with the back of his knuckles.

“Don’t be! I liked it all. It was very soft and slow. Very sensual. I wouldn’t have traded it for the world,” she whispers and Harry could feel her cheek heat up under his touch.

“I really really liked it too. It was very sweet and tender. You know I’ve never done that before,” he admits shyly.

“Really?!?” She gives him that special smile that was just reserved for him.

He nods. “I just had this feeling rush over me. It’s never happened with anyone else.” He kisses her chastely.

“Oh.” Layla was taken aback. “That’s nice,” she whispers in an awkward manner. “You were very gentle,” she reassures him.

“I don’t wanna do anything if you aren’t fully comfortable. How about we cuddle and take a shower together?” He proposes.

“Will you go down on me in the shower?” She quips.

“You feel sore and you want me to still fondle you?” Harry smirks.

“It’s very dull, by the way, and your tongue could not hurt me as much as your giant dick,” she shrugs.

“We both know, you’d want me to finger you.” He kisses her forehead.

“I suppose you have a point. Can’t I tempt you with a hand job, babe?” She says in her low husky voice.

“Nice try, Lails. Will you accept a scalp massage while I wash your hair?”

“Deal. Promise to rub PanOxyl on my back?”

“Promise.”

////

Layla punches in the code to disarm the security system and opens the door to find Harry in his Fleetwood Mac t-shirt, grey jogger bottoms, and his sliders. His hair sticking out every which way from being in bed and rushing over to hers. She raises her hands to her lips, reminding him to be faint with his actions.

Once he’s in, she shuts the door and punches in the code to activate the security system again. He threads his fingers in hers and she leads him up the stairs. They tiptoe in the hallway, being extra careful to not wake Vasanth or Abi up. Layla softly shuts the door behind her, and locks it. She pulls on the door for good measure not wanting to be walked in on.

“This all feels very…” Harry starts moving his hand around trying to find the right word.

“Clandestine?” Layla offers.

“I was going to say illicit but clandestine fits,” he agrees.

Layla turns around to fully face him, drinking him in. Their eyes rake over each other, giving the other the softest of smiles. Harry reaches forward to clasp her hand, and gently tugs her towards him.

“Hi,” Harry whispers.

“Hi yourself.” Layla gets on the tips of her toes and balls up his t-shirt in her hands, using it to tug Harry down to meet her lips.

After a few kisses that left the two breathless, Harry pulls away.

“Wait… tell me about your day?”

“What?!? You can’t be serious?!?”

“I’m trying to be a gentleman! Tell me stuff about your day first. Come on,” he says as he sits down at the foot of the bed.

“Dude! I called you over to get dicked down,” she states, slight pout forming on her lips.

“Dicked down,” he chuckled. “I will. Come on, sit on me for a bit. Just want to feel your weight on me for a while.”

Layla crosses her arms over her chest. They stare down for a few minutes but his moss eyes melt her.

“Fine,” she huffs. She sits sideways on his lap. Her arms go around his neck. One of his hands was splayed on the small of her back, feeling the silky smoothness on her robe. The other was rubbing back and forth on her bare thigh, which was exposed as she crossed her legs at the knee.

“We went shopping today. Got fall clothes. A puffer jacket, a long wool coat, thermal leggings and the works. We went to Goodwill and some other thrift stores to get some basic sweatshirts, a long sleeve t-shirt, and some sweaters. Aunty also found these Doc Martens that were my size. So all in all, good day.”

Harry smiles down at her. “Will I get a fashion show of sorts?”

“You’re gonna see me wear some of them on the trip, don’t you wanna be surprised? Plus, Uncle threw all the thrift finds in the wash, the minute we got home.”

“I’ll wait. Are you all packed for the trip?”

“Kind of. I’ll just have to throw in the ones we got yesterday and toiletries,” she shrugs. “What about you?”

“What do you think?” He laughs quietly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“I still don’t understand how you can pack up shit the day of. We leave early the day after tomorrow,” she states, one eyebrow arching up.

“Yeah. Yeah. It’s a skill you see,” Harry quips and it makes Layla roll her eyes.

“What did you do today?” She asks him.

“I was on the common app for a bit. Saw the excel spreadsheet with the data you sent over. It looks confusing but we’re running through the stats software tomorrow, so maybe you can explain how it works. My cousins FaceTimed me. They all went over to my granddad’s house. It was nice talking to him. My cousin, Poppy, got engaged. Her and her fiancé are overjoyed,” he adds, rubbing stars on her thigh.

“That’s nice. Yeah. It’s really easy. The stats work takes like two minutes. Don’t worry,” she reassured him.

“How was your meeting?” He questions.

“Oh. Not bad. Everyone knows me, so it wasn’t very meet the new faculty joining us. It’s weird for me to think of my professors as my colleagues. I’ve been given Monday to Wednesday. So, three papers. Classes start at 8 am IST, so it’s like 10:30 pm here. It’s a two and half hour lecture. I have to handle twelve Masters students and then about forty undergraduate kids, separately of course. I’m so excited!” She exclaims as she tightens her arms around his neck.

“I bet! You’re gonna kick ass. Can I watch some of these classes?”

“I don’t think I’ll be allowed to add strangers on Zoom. Especially a man, all girls college remember.”

“Right. You’d be a sexy professor. I bet if I was a student I’d sign up for one of your classes immediately. Maybe I’ll sit in the room and watch you, out of the frame obviously.” He gives her his cutest smile, hoping his eye crinkles and dimples would convince her.

“I’ll have to think about it,” Layla mutters, sponging kisses on his throat.

“This robe is so sexy. Where did you find it?” He asks, voice trembling as Layla sucks on his sweet spot, right below his ear.

“Babe, you can’t possibly give a shit about where I got the robe. Are you stalling?” She pulls back to look at his face properly.

“Well, it’s just you told me you were sore this morning. Just trying to control myself,” he admits, the tip of his ears turning a deep pink, when she sees right through his plan.

Layla smiles. “Why are you here then? You could have stayed in your bed, earth boy. You didn’t have to accept the booty call?” She smirks, she takes hold of his face by cupping both his cheeks.

“I am trying. Emphasis on the trying. You are impossible to say no to. Especially when you look this hot. Just don’t wanna hurt you,” he mumbles.

“I feel fine. I’d tell you if I’m uncomfortable, okay. You don’t have to worry. I’ve technically had a whole day to myself. Plus I’ve been pretty riled up from when you rocked me against your thigh,” she whispers, kissing his cupid bow.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks, staring at her to double check.

“Yup.”

His hand comes up untie the knot of her robe. He gently caresses her nipples, feeling them harden under this thumb. He splotches wet kisses from the corner of her mouth and starts nipping at her neck. She moans softly. Her fingers tug the hem of his T-shirt, and he complies. They break apart so Layla could tug the shirt over his head and she throws it on the floor. She could feel him hardening underneath her.

“As much as I love the robe, I love what’s underneath more,” he whispers, leaving a wet kiss on her cheek.

Her body heats up and Layla feels shy at his admission.

“Stop,” she says, looking at her sheets, unable to look into his eyes.

“It’s the truth, dickhead.” He kisses her, tongues melding against each other as they hungrily consume each other. He pushes the robe off her shoulders and his hands run wildly against her warm, brown skin.

“What do you want, Layla?” He asks her, breaking apart to draw some air into their lungs.

“You tell me. I was the one who rudely woke you up,” she says, running her hands down his chest.

“Well, I’ve thought about doing doggy with you.” He admits shyly.

“Doggy it is. Did you bring condoms?”

“Yup.”

Layla stands up and kicks off the robe next to his T-shirt. She gets rid of her panties too. Harry pulls out five condoms from his pockets.

Layla chuckles.

“Before you say something. No, this is not all for tonight. I thought I’d leave some here. Better be safe than sorry right?” He says, tearing off one and dropping the rest in her bedside drawer.

“Aye aye captain!” She giggles and gives him a weak salute.

He gets rid of his sweats along with his briefs, and grabs the lube.

“How do you wanna do this?” Layla asks.

“Well, I’ve got to make sure you’re wet first. Get on your fours, baby.” Harry tells her, squeezing some lube onto his fingers, and he starts warming them up.

Layla crawls to the middle of the bed and gets on her elbows and knees. Harry pulls out one of her pillows and puts it below her knees. He crawls in behind her and runs his fingers through her folds.

“You are soaking wet, sweet girl,” he states, as this thumb rubs circles around her clit.

“Do something about it, Har,” she mutters, squirming about, as Harry runs a hand up her spine and grips on her shoulder to hold her steady.

He slips his index and middle finger inside her, making Layla gasp at the sensation.

“Is this alright?” He asks, checking in.

She turns around to look at him, and sees his eyes fixed on where his fingers were going in and out of her.

“It feels good. Don’t stop,” she whimpers loudly.

“Shush, baby. Gotta be quiet hmm.” He curls his fingers to pet at the front of her wall and Layla balls up the sheets under her hands.

“Shit, Harry. Want you inside me.” Layla grabs the condom and passes it to him.

He quickly removes his hands from her, and wipes his fingers against his chest. He tears open the condom, gives himself a couple of pumps and rolls it down his length. He uses his thumb to open her cheeks and he slips inside of her slowly, watching her take in every inch of him. They both groan once he’s fully inside.

“Tell me when to move, Layla,” he whispers.

Layla takes a deep breath getting used to the stretch. She moans as she moves herself on him. “Do it, Har.”

Harry steadies himself, wraps her straight black hair around one of his hands, while the other grips her hips and he slowly moves in and out of her. He watches her ass jiggle every time his pelvis pushes against her. He keeps the rhythm steady, he pulls almost all the way out of her and pushes back in. One of her hands came up to grip his hips.

“Faster,” she demands.

“Hard and fast?”

She nods and he starts increasing his speed, pistoning in and out of her heavy breaths and hushed moans fills the room along with the sound of their skin slapping against each other. Harry tugs on her hair.

“Is this okay baby?”

“Yeah, don’t tug too hard,” she says, looking back at him with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

He continues with the same rhythm, tugging on her hair ever so often. She uses her forearms to push herself up and he tugs on her hair, so they are both on their knees and her back is flush against his front. Her hand goes to cup one of his ass cheeks. As one of his hands circles around her shoulder and cups her breast. She turns around and opens her mouth and Harry sloppily kisses her back.

“Fuck you feel so fucking tight around me, sweet girl,” he murmurs in her ear and he gyrates his hips, making her groan.

“Do it again,” she begs.

He draws a circle with his hips, and they both whimper.

“You like that?”

“Yeah,” she breathes out.

Her free hand finds his, that was resting on her stomach. She lifts both their hands to his mouth and he parts his lips. Sucking on both their fingers.

“Fuck Harry,” Layla groans softly into his mouth. She takes both their intertwined lubricated fingers down to her clit and starts rubbing herself in slow tantalising circles.

“Wanna come at the same time?” He asks, kissing down her throat.

She nods and falls forward on the bed on her fours. Harry resumes his pounding, and his fingers at her clit start rubbing her relentlessly, his balls were slapping against her. It was all too much. She falls forward on the mattress, unable to support herself up with the pleasure consuming her. Her face was buried in the mattress masking the sounds she was making.

“I’m close,” Harry rasps out.

Layla moans out his name and flutters around his cock, he brings the hand that was at her centre to her breasts that was hanging, taking one in his hand and squeezing as he empties inside the condom, collapsing on top of her. They stay like that for a while and Harry hisses as the cold air hits his softening cock.

He takes off his condom and knots the end of it. He kisses the back of her ear and another wet one at the back of her neck.

“Alright?” He asks her.

“Yeah. Let me just clean up.”

When Layla comes out from the bathroom, she finds Harry’s black Harley Davidson t-shirt and puts it on.

“So, that’s where the t-shirt went,” he chuckles.

“Yeah. It’s mine now,” she states, with a cocky smile on her face.

He walks over to her and kisses the top of her head and goes into the bathroom to wash up and trash the condom.

When he comes back, Layla’s under the sheets. He puts on his briefs and his t-shirt and gets into bed with her.

“You can’t stay,” she says, snuggling into him

“I know. I just want a cuddle.” He wraps her limbs around her and pulls her on top of him.

They lay like that for a while, eyelids blinking heavily with sleep, Layla’s hands softly scratching at his scalp, his arms securely holding her in place wrapped around her middle, his heartbeat was slowly lulling her body to relax.

“What papers are you teaching, Lails?” Harry breaks the silence.

“Huh?”

“You said three papers. What are they?”

“Oh that. Brain and Behaviour, it's a neuropsychology paper, for Masters. Then for year two undergrad, I’m taking Introduction to Social Psychology. For year three undergrads I’m doing a new paper, called Solution Focused Brief Therapy. I’m really excited about that because I formulated the syllabus during my Masters.”

“Oh wow! You did such a great job huh?”

“They did tweak and revamp it. We had a self study part for extra credits, where we had to come up with our own syllabus and come up with a testing plan. I did SFBT because it fascinated me. They did make me write an exam on it in the end, which was annoying but it is a fairly easy paper I designed,” she shrugs.

“What a nerd,” he says with a chuckle.

“Takes one to know one,” she kisses his collarbone.

“What do you wanna do, if you call me over next time?” He asks, scratching her scalp with his fingernails.

“I’ll definitely tie you up, if you are okay with it of course.” Layla replies.

“Oh, I’m definitely looking forward to that,” he tightens his hold around her.

“Maybe, you can sleep here. Get up early before uncle and aunty and slip out?” Layla proposes, with a yawn escaping her lips.

“Sweet!”

She giggles and reaches for her phone to set an alarm.

“You have the strangest idea of pillow talk you know,” Layla teases and Harry pinches her butt in response.

“Feel free to text me anytime you feel needy because I had a blast.” He tells her, although Layla’s face was tucked into his neck, she swears she could hear the shit eating grin on his face.

“Likewise, babe.”

////

The alarm startles both of them awake at five in the morning, they were both lying on their fronts. Harry turns it off and groans. Layla blinks at him. They wordlessly trudge down the stairs, it was too early to speak. Harry kisses her cheek and mutters a “see you in a couple of hours,” before he leaves.

She climbs up the stairs to her room and wraps herself back in the blankets. A ping comes from her phone. She squints unlocking her phone to find a text from Harry.

Harry: Nandhini saw me leaving 😕 Will that be a problem?

Layla sighs. Damn Nandhini Aunty and her early morning power walks.

Layla: no. i don’t think so. go to bed. 😘 thanks for last night.

Harry: No problem 🤤 Really like you btw.

Layla: really like you too!

////

“Wait here, I’ll go get the rental,” Layla instructs Harry.

They were at a car rental near the Burlington Airport. It was nine in the morning and they were both in need of a bathroom break. They've been on an airplane for a little over three hours with a baby that would not stop crying and a rude toddler who would not stop kicking the back of Harry’s seat. The air was crisp and Harry tugged his green Packers hoodie securely on his mop of curls. He had all their bags around him and he was thoroughly confused.

Layla comes out and tosses in a set of keys to Harry and they both load up their bags in the Toyota Yaris. She sets up the GPS to Stowe. Harry starts driving to the destination.

“Okay. Here’s the plan.” She pulls up an excel sheet on her phone. “We’d get to Stowe around ten. Then we stop and have breakfast, wash up, head to see the sights. One of which is the Ben and Jerry’s ice cream factory. The factory visit is after this short hike. Then at night we head over to Waterbury where we’ll be staying in a lodge for the night, then in the morning we visit the Cold Hollow Cider Mill. After that’s done, we head back to Burlington around like twelve, where we’re spending two whole days doing-”

“Wait, you’ve actually got everything planned by the hour?” He interrupts her.

“Yeah. Hiking, eating, taking pictures, foods we have to try, things we need to buy and leaf peeping of course.”

Harry laughs. “Lails, the point of a holiday is to let loose.”

“So? Having things meticulously planned is my way of letting loose,” she shrugs.

“Alright, what's the surprise?” Harry asks.

“Not telling you. But it’s only towards the last three days of the trip.” She smiles at him and he takes her hand in his, letting it rest on his lap.

“How’d you get this rental?”

“What do you mean?” She tries to act all bothered but a slight curl at the corner of her lips gives her away.

“This was a solo trip right? How’d you tell your folks you’ll be getting around?” He probes.

“The bus and Ubers and-”

“Layla,” he admonishes.

“Fine!” She huffs. “Ihaveaninternationaldriverslicence.” She mumbles looking at the Doc Martens on her feet.

“I did not understand one word of that,” Harry chuckles.

She clears her throat. “I said that I have an international driver’s license.”

“What?!?” He turns around to fully look at her.

“Eyes on the road please!” She points to the yellow sign that indicated a sharp right turn.

“Why have I been driving you around since the day I met you?” His eye flits to her and back on the road.

“Because I HATE driving. It’s really stressful driving back home, you have no idea. My dad and my granddad are such backseat drivers. I once pulled over on a moderately busy road and got out of the car because they kept confusing me and my Dad had to take over. I do know how to drive, I choose not to. I prefer walking and staring out the window while someone else drives. But I did drive my grandparents to their doctors appointments and I drove myself back and forth from college everyday. I just prefer taking the metro to get around the city.”

“Why did you lie to Vasanth and Abi then?”

“I didn’t lie!” She says defensively.

He shoots her a knowing look.

“Okay okay! Don’t give me that look! Jeez! I withheld information. They were all ‘oh we’ll carpool, so you can take one of our cars and you could go explore. I’ll teach you how to drive here, it’s not that hard,’ and I didn’t know how to say no, okay.” She blows a raspberry at him.

Harry bursts out laughing and she joins along.

////

“No creemee,” Layla huffs, mouth downturned into a deep frown. She settles back into the passenger seat, pulling her seat belt to click it into place.

They were in Waterbury. They’d visited the Cold Hollow Cider Mill. They had some apple cider, they got some apples to snack on, and had donuts for breakfast. They’d been to two other restaurants and they were all out of maple creemees. Layla was getting annoyed, by her schedule, they should be on their way to Burlington but instead they were still in Waterbury.

“We’ll just have to look for another spot then,” Harry coaxes, starting up the car.

Maple creemees were on top of her list of foods to try in Vermont and so far she had no luck. He pulls up to another spot ten minutes further away and a white board hung outside the patisserie reads ‘CREEMEE FLAVOURS : MAPLE Sold Out! Thanks for a great Maple season.’

Layla's eyes start watering and Harry chuckles.

“Shh…” He leans over and kisses her temple. “Don’t stick out your lower lip now. Come on. I’ll get you your creemee.” He kisses her trembling lower lip and gets out of the car and heads into the patisserie.

He gets back into the car after a couple of minutes and pulls out.

“Where did you go?”

“I talked to the person who was working there and he gave me directions to a maple mill. Sometimes, traveling is talking to people and taking detours.” He nudges her shoulder, making her swat his hand away.

Twenty minutes later, they pull up outside an old mill. It was white in the middle of nowhere. There were no cars in the parking area. There were no sounds, except for the birds chirping. It was quiet. Almost too quiet.

“This is it,” he states, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“I’m not going in there. Are you NUTS?!?” Layla looks at him eyes wide in alarm, she clutches on his bicep.

“Why not?”

“Have you not seen Wolf Creek?”

“The movie? Yes.” His eyebrow knits together.

“Have you not learned your lesson?”

“What? Don’t go into mills?” He rebukes.

“Hello, do not trust sweet locals who lead you to an isolated building! Have you learnt nothing?!? It’s always the sweet, unassuming ones who have a sociopathic streak.” She states.

Harry laughs.

“Don’t laugh! We’re both not from this country and this place is quiet, almost too quiet. No other cars. A prime murder slash torture spot, in any book. Think, monkey, think.” She taps her forefinger on his temple twice.

“Do you want the creemee or not?”

“I do. Tell you what, you stay here. I’ll go in. So, in case something goes wrong you are ready in the car waiting to take off. They won’t be able to sabotage the car, if you stay here.” She says, hatching her plan.

“You really need to stop watching all that horror,” he chuckles.

“You obviously don’t get it because you are a cishet white man. As a woman, I’m always on the lookout for people or situations where I could get kidnapped, tortured, killed, or raped. Trust me.”

She unbuckles her seatbelt. She gets out and goes over to his side. “Hands on the ignition at all times,” she reminds him and kisses on his window and walks to the door.

It’s been fifteen minutes and Harry’s knees were bouncing from where he was sitting. His green eyes were fixed on the door, he’s been chewing on his nail. Layla really got into his head. He doesn’t understand why it would take so long to get a fucking soft serve. His eyes flick to the clock on the dashboard and back to the entrance.

When the mill door bursts open, he sits up straighter- his heart was pounding out of his rib cage, and finds Layla walking out with a giant smile on her face holding two maple creemees in each hand. He lets out a huge breath of relief and sags into the driver's seat. She jogs over to the door, and Harry opens the door.

“Creemees!” She yells, passing him one.

“You scared me to death, dickhead.” He breathes out. Accepting a creemee and licking it.

“They were so nice! They have all these different kinds of maple syrup. They taste delish! You have to come. I’m getting one for everyone. Come on!” She nods towards the mill, tugging on his arm.

////

“Harry, look, no hands!” Layla says, as she raises her hand up from the handle bars.

Harry had the bright idea to rent bikes after their trip to the farmer’s market. They peddle their way along the Burlington Waterfront. The sun glints off the water and the nippy air rushes past the two as they ride down the paved path.

Harry whistles in response, impressed. He has the bouquet of red chrysanthemums and purple asters, in the basket as he follows behind her. He looks down at the blossoms wrapped in newspaper and can’t stop the smile spreading on his face, he’s never got flowers from anyone before, and when Layla got him those at the farmer’s market he was sure he was going to melt into a puddle.

They park their bikes and walk to the edge of the pier and sit down, taking in the way sunlight melds with the cerulean water.

“I like this city. It’s nice to look around and see mountains surrounding me, it feels like I’m nestled away.” She states, looking at Harry pick up a pebble.

He tosses it in the water and they both watch the ripples spread out in the waterbody.

“Would you rather live in the mountains or by the beach?” He asks, nudging her body with his.

“Beach, definitely.” Layla answers immediately.

“What about you?” She probes. She uses the back of her hand to rub the tip of her nose, which has become a slight shade of pink in response to the weather.

“I don’t know. Never really thought about it,” he answers in a weak tone. He gets his beanie off his head and tugs it down on Layla’s. He tucks some of the hair into the beanie and adjusts her bangs.

“Thanks.”

“Hmm,” he hums, as he nestles into her side, resting his head on her shoulder.

“You’ve never really thought about where you wanna live?” She asks, taking his hands in hers.

“Nope.” He replies, enunciating the p of nope. “I suppose wherever I wind up, I hope to have the people I love and things I care about right by my side.”

“Such a mooshball,” Layla comments, poking his dimple.

“What are you doing during your birthday?”

“It’s two months away and I have no idea. Just chill at home with everyone, I guess.”

“How would you feel about the idea of going away to New York with me?” He sits up straight, to gauge the reaction on her face.

“I don’t know. I’d love to but I have to ask Aunty and Uncle if that’s okay, and try and save up some money. I spent most of my savings on the AirBnb,” she says.

“I’ve already asked Vasanth and Abi, they are okay with it, if you are. You don’t have to save up because I’m taking you to New York. Ten days. I’ve even got us two tickets to go see the reunion concert of My Chemical Romance-”

“Shut the fuck up! It sold out in like ten minutes!” She swats his arm.

Harry laughs. “Yup.”

“Harry, I can’t expect you to foot the bill for ten days and New York is expensi-”

“Just say yes, Lails. It’ll be my birthday present to you. Please.” He pleads, interrupting her.

“Yes.” She says, throwing her arms around him. “For My Chemical Romance,” she whispers in his ear, making him laugh, reeling in his victory.

/////

Rosyln plays from a speaker far away. Parents, who seem to have camping gear on them, were playing tag with their young kids. A little further away from the laughter and commotion. Layla and Harry are sitting next to each other on the shore of the lake in Woodford State Park, Bennington County.

It was past golden hour and they were both exhausted from taking a million pictures. The water reflects the beautiful foliage and the scene looks eerily beautiful. The water looks mysterious with mist hovering over it. A blanket of reddish rouge, burnt orange, and yellow foliage surround the scene and it looks serene yet hunting.

“This reminds me of something,” Harry says.

“That scene from Jennifer’s Body where Megan Fox goes for a swim after ripping open and feeding on the insides of that jock?”

“Way to ruin the moment, dickhead! Why does your brain do this?” He groans.

“It’s what I was thinking.” She says, raising her arms defensively.

“I was going to quote some romantic poetry but you had to bring up a man eating succubus.” He rolls his eyes.

“Okay okay forget I said that. Think back to how you practically melted in the morning when I told you I picked this lilac puffer jacket because it matched your trousers you wore during the picnic.” She reasons with him. Harry smiles. She leans over to attack his face with kisses, making him giggle as she kisses all over cheek.

“Now, tell me, please,” she says, forehead against his.

“Nope, still ruined the moment,” he mutters, kissing her lips.

////

“I didn’t peg you as this big of a Tolkein nerd,” Harry says, blowing the steam away from the hot drink he was holding.

They were both sat on top of their little hobbit hole they were staying at for the next three days. The hill had a wooden bench that faced the front of the expansive property. Layla made them both a hot chocolate that they were currently sipping. Her sketchbook was lying next to her, she’d just finished shading a quick sketch of the view in front of them. They both arrived at the AirBnb Layla had booked for them in Middletown Springs.

Layla was over the moon when they got there, it was a tiny hobbit hole replica, with a lush garden filled with wildflowers dotting bright colours in the green grass. A cobbled stone pathway led them to a circular teal door that invited them into a very cozy, rustic hobbit hole replica. It had all the modern amenities with all the old word fantasy charm. There were fairy lights, a massive fireplace, and a giant king sized bed. There was so much open space around them, all they could see were tall trees and mountains, a small pond, a tub in the garden - that Harry was fully intending to use.

“I would sell my soul to live happily in the Shire in Bag End,” she replies, taking a sip of the hot chocolate.

“It seems like much more than a fan experience.” He notes looking at her.

“You know, how people say home is not a place but the people?” She asks and Harry nods.

“Well, it’s very much not the case for me. Home is a place and I’ve never felt fully at peace back home. I didn’t have my own space. So, whenever I needed to go to my happy place, I’d always picture myself in a hobbit hole in the Shire. I do not really understand people becoming your home, because I’ve never let my walls down enough to let that happen and I don’t know if it ever will. So, home for me is very much the place. I know it seems idiotic but I can’t explain it, a hobbit hole feels like that’s where I belong, like it’s my home.” She finishes with a small shrug and she stares at the mountains in the distance.

“It’s not idiotic, Lails.” He softly leans over and kisses her cheek, taking her hand in his and squeezing tight.

////

“What?” Layla asks, she feels his eyes bore into her.

“Nothing.” Harry murmurs.

“You’re looking at me all weird.”

“Just admiring you that’s all,” he says and a blush creeps up on his face.

They were both sitting on opposite sides of the tub. Harry had drawn them both a bath and he had put some rose petals in there. Their legs were bent at the knee and they were a little cramped up because the tub at the AirBnB was much smaller than the one in Vasanth and Abi’s room.

“You’ve been doing that a lot today. Admiring me,” she comments, peeling a petal that was stuck to her collar bone and putting that back in the water.

“What? A man can’t admire his beautiful girlfriend?” He chuckles at Layla rolling her eyes.

“Come here,” he whispers, hands coming to grip her knees and pull her forward towards him. She moves straddling his lap. Being very mindful not to slosh the water over the edge.

She circles her arm around his neck and his hands come to rest on the small of her back.

“You look so stunning right now,” he whispers against her lips.

He leans forward and kisses her, her breasts pressed up against his chest, and Layla could feel his hot breath against her cheek. Harry could feel the flutter of her eyelashes against his face. Their hearts race and small whimpers and moans escape Harry's mouth as she sucks on his tongue.

“Baby,” he moans out as Layla sucks on the side of his throat.

Her hand slips into the water to grip his hard length, she pumps it a few times before rubbing it against her clit.

“Need you right now, Har.”

“Condom,” he reminds her.

She whines, her brain was too fuzzy with pleasure to think straight. “Is it okay if you pull out?”

“Are you sure?” He pushes some hair out of her face and tucks it behind her ear. She nods.

He grips himself and lines himself against her entrance and she sinks down on him.

“Oh shit! Fuck you feel so fucking good, sweet girl,” he yells out, eyes scrunched shut not wanting to release at the very moment.

“Fuck, Harry,” she groans out as she rocks slowly. She could feel all of him in her and it felt indescribable. She squeezes impossibly tight around him and feels him twitch inside her.

“Layla don’t do that- fuck- Jesus christ- I’ll come,” he groans against her neck. He wasn’t kidding, they hadn’t had sex since they came to Vermont and fully feeling her without a condom was pushing him closer to the brink faster than normal.

He puts his hands on her hips and helps her rock back and forth on him. Layla rests her head in the crook of his neck and breathes out with every thrust of his.

“You gonna come, sweet girl? I’m close.”

She nods, she rubs small circles around her clit and that’s all she needs. Her walls pulsate around his cock and her nails sink into his shoulders and she moans out his name. He immediately lifts her off of him and pumps himself as he shoots ropes of come in the water.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” He breathes out, resting his forehead against hers. Pressing soft kisses to her lips.

“Hmm… now you’ve got us both dirty again,” she teases him.

“And whose fault is that?”

She gasps. “I did nothing.”

“Please. You got me all worked up looking all pretty.” He says, before kissing the tip of her nose.

////

“Do you feel any different?” Harry asks. The fire crackles, catching Layla’s attention. They were both sitting on the floor by the fireplace.

“It’s only been ten minutes, Harry. I don’t think it’ll hit us for at least an hour,” she chuckles at him. She leans her weight back on her arms, and stretches her legs in front of her. Warming her feet by the fire. They both split half a weed brownie that Layla purchased in one of the dispensaries in Burlington. It was Harry’s idea, he’d never been high before, so he wanted to give that a whirl and see what the fuss was about.

“What did it feel like when you had an edible for the first time?” He hugs his knees and draws it closer to his chest.

“That makes me feel like a junkie. This is my third time having an edible. I slept through one of them, so that was a bust. The first time with my cousins, I don’t know, we just giggled a lot, the tendrils of the plants looked like they were dancing, blinking felt weird, my body felt heavy but I also felt fluid - like water. I just kept staring at my hands because they didn’t feel like they were mine. That’s it really. I don’t know how getting high is glamourized in your head.” She tells him honestly.

“Do you wanna take any other drugs?”

“Not really.” Layla shrugs. “I’m aware that it could be a slippery slope. I have no interest in hard drugs. My cousins peer pressured me into taking it for the first time. I wouldn’t have had the edible now, if it weren’t for you. Although I’ve always wondered how it would feel to have some kind of psychedelic and paint. Drug use is very common in the art world and it is beguiling in that aspect, otherwise no.”

“Understandable. It is a shame that consuming drugs to make good art is an idea that is so commercialized.” Harry adds, reaching forward to grab a couple of logs to feed the dimming fire.

“I feel like we should be talking about heavy existential things,” he says, running a hand through his curls as he sits back down. Half of his face was illuminated beautifully by the fire.

Layla laughs. “Let’s do it.”

“Do you believe in aliens?”

“I think it would be pretty stupid of me to assume that we’re the only ones in this universe. That being said, I don’t believe in UFOs and area 51.”

“You ask me a question now.” Harry tells her.

“Alright.” She chuckles, pushing a strand of hair that fell on her face. “What do you think happens when we die?”

“That’s a bit heavy, don’t you think?”

“Hey, you were the one who wanted to talk about heavy existential things!”

“I think that our souls live on forever and go be a part of the universe with the people we love. What about you?” He shoots the question back to her.

“Oh, um. Nothing.” Layla grips her water bottle a bit tighter.

“What do you mean?”

“I believe that there is nothing after we die. Just nothing. I don’t believe in the idea of a soul, so the concept of rebirth is out of the equation. I also think that humans were afraid of the idea of ceasing to exist one day. That’s why we created religion, and morality so people can find comfort in the idea of something existing after death. I mean I don’t see the point because our planet is hurtling across a universe that is so infinite, a concept we cannot yet fully comprehend by the way. We make up these constructs to make us seem like our life matters, that we need to clamber our way to peace and solitude and undo all the wrongs we have committed towards the end of life so we could get a ticket to heaven? It seems silly. People don’t realise how insignificant we all are. A mere speck in the universe. Life will continue no matter what you do,” she finishes, unscrewing the lid of her water bottle and taking a huge swig.

“Clearly this isn’t all that it is? Do you think all this is just a way of distracting ourselves from our impending doom?” He asks.

“That’s all it is,” Layla chuckles.

“You’re quite the cynic, huh? I don’t think so. I think we all leave behind a mark in the universe, no matter how insignificant it may all seem.”

Four hours later, the brownies had kicked in and Layla and Harry were howling in laughter looking at their belly buttons.

“You’re right, babe, it iss weird.” Layla giggles, wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes.

“You know what we should do? We should go skinny dipping in the pond,” he suggests, a giggle escapes from his lips.

“Nooooooo. It’s cooooold,” Layla whines.

“All the more reason to do itttt. Come onnn,” he gets up and pulls Layla up as well.

“Last one in is a rotten egg,” he shouts, running out of the house towards the pond.

Layla trails behind him in the moonlight. She hears a small splash and squints her eyes to see his clothes thrown haphazardly on a flowering bush nearby.

“Come on!” He shouts impatiently, splashing some water.

“We’re both gonna fall sick. Bad bad idea,” she mutters, lifting her t-shirt over her head. She shimmies off her sleep shorts and walks into the water. Harry pulls her in and she squeals.

////

Harry looks at Layla tying her hair into a bun. It was their last night in Vermont, in their hobbit hole and he’d convince her to use the outdoor bathtub. The moon was shining bright, and the stars dotted the sky - they were much more visible here. White Ferrari was playing from Harry’s phone.

“I’m still cold,” she pouts at him.

“Sorry.” He mutters sheepishly for yesterday’s antics for jumping butt naked into the pond. “The water is extra hot,” he offers.

She exhales loudly and drops her robe on the wooden chair. “You better hold me extra tight,” she says, stepping into the tub. She sits in front of him, back to his chest. He wraps his arms across her chest, pulling her tight against him, her hands come to hold on to his forearms. She sinks into his embrace, closing her eyes as she rests her head on his shoulder.

He wishes he knew enough to point out a few constellations to impress her but all he could do right now is stare at her. He thanks the stars for whatever made her come here. He thinks back to the first time he saw her crawling into bed through his window. It wasn’t like this with anyone. He bends down to kiss her cheek and she smiles, not opening her eyes. There was that feeling again blossoming in his chest - that fervent wave of adoration- and it dawned on him.

Love. It was love. He was in love with her.

His heart soars.

“Layla?” He says softly.

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

Her eyes spring open. “What?” She says, sitting upright, twisting around to face him.

“I love you, Layla Sathish.” He tells her, cupping her cheeks.

“Harry, I-I don’t know what to say.”

He presses his forehead to hers, looking into her eyes.

“You don’t have to say anything. I don’t expect you to say it back to me, unless you feel it too. Take your time. Just know that I love you. Completely.”

Layla blinks back the film of tears in her eyes, she threads her hands in his hair and closes the distance between their lips, in a passionate kiss.

Frank Ocean croons in the background:

I'm sure we're taller in another dimension

You say we're small and not worth the mention

You're tired of movin', your body's achin'

We could vacay, there's places to go

Clearly this isn't all that there is

Can't take what's been given

But we're so okay here, we're doing fine

Primal and naked

You dream of walls that hold us imprisoned

It's just a skull, least that's what they call it

And we're free to roam

////

Layla thanks the Uber driver as Harry gets their luggage from the car. Harry sneezes as the driver pulls away.

“Bless you.”

He sneezes again and again.

“Maybe skinny dipping wasn’t a great idea,” she says, pulling out a tissue and handing one over to him.

“I’m fine,” he says adamantly, wiping his nose.

“You’ve been sniffling all day, babe. Come on, let me walk you to the door.” They both grab their bags and they all over to Anne’s front door.

“Bye. I had a great time with you this week,” she says, rocking back and forth on the balls of her heels.

“Thanks for taking me with you. Such a fun trip.” Harry tells her, bending down to engulf her in a bear hug.

“Love you, baby,” he whispers in her ear.

Layla smiles like a loon and squeezes him tight in response, kissing his cheek.

She keys herself in the door and hauls her bags into the house. “I’m home!” She shouts.

“We’re in the kitchen!” Vasanth shouts back. She makes her way to the kitchen. Vasanth was making some dosas.

“How was your trip?” Abi asks, spooning some red chutney into a serving bowl.

“Good! I bought Maple syrup for the house. Harry took lots of pictures on his DSLR,” Layla tells her, sitting down on the bar stool.

“Just in time for dinner. Here, we made your favourite, rava dosas.” Vasanth says, putting a dosa on a plate and pushing it towards her.

“Let me go wash up and come back,” she says, hopping off the stool.

“I wasn’t asking,” he says, in a stern voice that dared her to challenge him.

“Vasanth,” Abi admonishes.

She sits back on the stool again. Eyes on the marble island, heart pounding a mile a minute. She was in trouble alright. They were so nice, offering to house her for six whole months and now she’s fucking that up.

“We just want to have a chat, adult to adult.” Abi says in a soothing tone, when she sees Layla’s eyes brimmed with tears.

“She wants to do that. I am mad,” Vasanth huffs and puts a bowl filled with water and a small lemon wedge in it. She immediately dips her fingers and washes them.

The two all get plated up and sit at the island. Abi and Vasanth sit across from her. Layla forces some food down her throat, her appetite has seemingly vanished. On a normal day, she would scarf down rava dosas but the sight of them right now makes her stomach turn.

“Kutti, we treat you like an adult, right?” Abi asks.

Layla nods, eyes on her plate.

“Are we being extremely strict and suffocating you?” She continues.

Layla shakes her head, eyes still not meeting both of theirs.

“Have we created the space where you feel like you can’t come to us to ask us anything?” She asks Layla.

“No,” she says, voice shaky.

“I ran into Nandhini Aunty a couple of days ago,” Vasanth starts.

Fuck. She swallows harshly.

“She asked how everyone was doing and told me she saw Harry leaving the house at five in the morning! Care to explain, Layla!” Vasanth’s voice was nothing but coated with sheer disappointment. Layla flinches at the tone.

“We’re having a discussion. We’re not shouting at her!” Abi says, directed towards Vasanth. She puts a hand on his shoulder.

“Layla, why was Harry slipping out of the house?” Abi asks, in a much softer but firm tone.

Layla remains quiet, unsure of what to say.

“Look, kutti. Do you know how upsetting it is to know that someone came into my house and left without my knowledge, when I have a pregnant wife and a young adult to protect? I know it’s just Harry but that’s not the point,” Vasanth explains.

“I’m sorry,” Layla’s voice breaks, tears running down her cheeks.

“Look, we think you’re responsible enough to make your own choices. We don’t need to know why he was here. But-“

“But,” Vasanth cuts Abi off. “It doesn’t make it okay to not tell us. Do you know how embarrassing it was to have a neighbour tell us something like this when I thought we had a healthy communication between us.”

“I won’t do it again. I’m sorry.” Layla says, playing with her food.

“We’re not asking you to not do it again,” Abi chuckles.

“We’re not your parents.” Vasanth reminds her. “The next time he comes over, ask him to stay for breakfast and leave at an acceptable time.”

Layla’s eyes widen and fly to her uncle and aunt’s face. She wasn’t expecting that.

“Yeah. Just tell us if he’s coming to sleep over here beforehand. We could both stick earplugs and sleep, so you two can make noises,” Abi jokes.

“Ew, gross!” Layla giggles.

“Yeah, Abi, gross! I’m with kutti on this one.” Vasanth winks at her. He wasn’t kidding, he’d rather jump off the side of a building at the thought of Layla doing the devil’s tango. She was his little girl, after all.

“If you don’t feel comfortable sleeping over with him when we’re here, then if Anne’s okay with it, you can tell us and head over there, okay?” Vasanth says.

Layla nods.

“But don’t make it into a habit, you’re on holiday getting a breather from everything back home. Prioritise being by yourself first.” Her uncle tells her.

“Okay,” Layla responds.

“Alright, now that that’s over,” Abi clears her throat. “I’m obligated to ask you if you’re using protection and whatever your doing is consensual.”

////

The doorbell rings. Layla takes off her blue light glasses and rubs her eyes. She’s been on her laptop making PowerPoints for her classes since she woke up. She puts the glasses on the notebook, where she’d roughly drafted a lesson plan for the first unit. It was half past noon on Friday.

She stretches and wanders to the front door, wondering who it was. She’d told Harry what happened the day they got back and they both agreed they should cool off for a couple of days. She’d got quite a bit of work done for her classes and spent her free time with her Uncle and Aunt.

She opens the door to find Anne on the other end, dressed in scrubs, probably heading off to the hospital for her twenty four hour shift.

“Hi!” Layla greets her.

“Hello love!” Anne hugs her. “I heard you two had quite the trip. Harry showed me some pictures.”

“You should have come, Anne. Vermont was so stunning. You would have loved it there.”

“I’ll make sure to visit. Layla, I have a favour to ask,” she says hesitantly.

“Anything.”

“Harry’s come down with quite a bad cold. His wheezing has also not subsided. He’s very adamant that he’s fine. He’s always been stubborn when it came to getting nebulised, he’d refused since he was a kid. It was always a battle. He basically pushed me out of the house to get to work. Can you just check on him?”

“Of course!” She says immediately. “He didn’t even tell me he was sick.” She tells Anne.

“I’m not surprised.”

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Payback

Tags: ongoing, both are psychopaths tbh, revenge, gangs, uke sells himself to seme, violent seme, entertainment industry, brunette supremacy, what this motherfucker gonna do? hehe , great art, muscular bodies, dead dove do not eat, my mans must be GOOD looking/animal magnetism cause everyone losing their fucking minds, okay this is a comedy I’m dying, he tried to scare him with wanting to be a top but my psycho said REVERSEUNO BITCH I’M A VERSE (wait jk apparently *sigh*), anonymous masked sex (sad n’ kinky)

My Suha

Tags: ongoing, wow this gets dark, possessive af like holy shit, terrible people all around uke, rape, boss/employee, office politics/family politics, smut, characters that are punchable, dead dove do not eat, *velociraptor noises*, avoided this for a while but I’m back because nothing can be more emotionally devastating than Banana Fish, TIE HIM UP, FUCK HIS FACE ALKSJD:ASKD, FUCK SUHA UR SO HOT that dirty talk though YAS, glad I picked this back up lmao, GOD DAMN IT just when the package arrived then this red head fucker *screams*

Shame Application aka Dirty Vibration

Tags: completed, friends to lovers, model seme, cute af uke, love triangle, entertainment industry, smut, kink, all kinds of sex everywhere, realized feelings, mutual pining, jealousy, rich seme, blonde seme, big brother 1984 always watching, 10/10 would re-read, porn with plot, they were roommates!, ~straight~ seme, first times, great art, remembering some cringe but considering the story it’s par for the course

Will You Subscribe

Tags: ongoing, season 1 completed, enemies to lovers, cam boy, office politics, boss/employee, hiding a secret, public sex, stalkers/creepy men, emotionally stunted characters, mutual pining, idiots in lust, lingerie company, slut shaming, jealousy/possessiveness, season 2 bebeh, HOLDING HANDS *velociraptor noises*, LMAO okay my mans is not THAT old how tf does he not know netflix and chill, BUNNY COSTUME (quickly becoming my new fav trope in manga, A+ gang), oh we stan a good boy, wtf is wrong with wanting to do cam work, ‘I wish my marks could become permanent’ *omegaverse wink*, *works for lingerie company* *doesn’t understand where bf gets sexy costumes* like wut kind of fuckery…, cross dressing ftw, roleplay, classic BL miscommunication trope

Hyperventilation

Tags: completed, high school crush, unrequited love, mutual pining, smut, quickie (short story), class reunion, apparently furry with the extra chapter turning my man into a bunny but c'est la vie! https://myreadingmanga.info/korean-bl-animation-hyperventilation-engsub/ this is the animation of the same story, different endings but same in tone (this site is spammy AF but the English subs are so hard to find for this) 8/10

Unmei no tsugai ga omae da nante

Tags: only one bed, ABO, office setting. Coworkers, enemies to lovers, competitive, equality in the omegaverse, dubcon, real dicks and not lightsabers, fated pair, art is cute af 8/10

K’s Secret

Tags: buckle up buttercup, dead dove do not eat, angst, pining, somnophilia, dub con, non con, boss/employee, manipulative, stalking, forced relationship, tragic childhood background, weird art but gets better, uke: don’t threaten me with a good time but seriously stop threatening me, possessive & obsessive, seme is like the fucking hulk compared to uke, wow were going full psycho stalker hm?, dating a narcissist is all fun and (mind)games, con non con… ? honestly who tf knows, domestic!, OW MY HEART, the t/n WAP note sent me, ch 51 translated by gen z, do special ep= furry? Wait there’s a maid costume, bunny costume, directors friends keeping it real, rough translations 8/10

Enthusiasm

Tags: ongoing, dead dove do not eat, uke buys seme, masc boys, muscular bodies, fight club, master/slave, rich uke, revenge, real dicks not lightsabers, rough sex, cuckholding, daddy issues, suicide, wow the end of ch 5 punched a hole in my heart, penile implant life, rough translations makes the storyline wonky, nvm back to lightsabers *star wars noises*, HAD ME FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAY I CAN NOT, shibari, possessive, wait this is cute *velociraptor noises*, angst, no kithes for you “bestie”, OBSESSED, honestly choke him pupper, STAY THE NIGHT ALKSDJA:SLDKJAS:LKDJA:SLDKj, problematic but I’m riding for these two,

Ichimai Goshi Fetish

Tags: completed, short, fetishes DO start in childhood don’t they *ruminates*, author: describes ML as a beautiful 2D character meanwhile: ML IS 2D character, fellas is it gay to kiss the homies?, “real dudes don’t interest me” is a MOOD, comedy, jealousy, college setting, dialogue is A+, not lightsabers but not dicks either, first time, when you’re fucked so good you think you’ve died, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4uEq5Nx6ko, hero/villain roleplay. Fluff n smut 10/10

My Purrfect Boss

Tags: completed, tooth rotting fluff because blondie is so FUCKING cute little sensitive soul, golden retriever boyfriend, pure comedy, DECEASED, MY MAN JUST DID THE SLOW BLINK, office setting, boss/employee, ~wasted~ (red dead redemption meme), FFS SO CUTE, he put a ring on it right away beyonce would be proud af, he protecc he attack but most importantly he hit it from the back, jealousy, honeymoon phase of dating, the ex is a snake (update: oh wow literally), I’m picking up abuse/PTSD vibes based on how Kang reacts to his ex :(, classic BL miscommunication plot, immediately no meme audio (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6XWSGfYnps) , I WILL STRAIGHT UP MURDER CHA WTF!!!!!!, gang rape, spiked with drugs that force heat, me rn:*screaming/rage*, psychotic ex/abuser, HE PROTECCC, actual relief after that scene jesus fuck, okay YES kings I see you, okay this is giving me cuteness aggression, hi yes I’d like to adopt a cat and a dog please 9/10

Following Namsoo to the Bathhouse

Tags: completed, same author as, “My Purrfect Boss”, A+ comedy once again, JUNIOR, gay awakening, “fap myself to death” DEAD, facial expressions are ridic, my minds telling me no but my body, my bodyyyy’s telling me yaaaaa, ya boy is literally losing his mind over this, actual lightsabers lmao, FLUFF, permasmile, 6969, THINKS THEY’RE GOING TO EAT RAMEN, dense gay, own your skin wtf okay hannibal calm down, everyone is officially cray, ah I also am barfy when drunk, denial really is something hm, classic BL miscommunication plot, when people pleasing too far, happy ending 🥺🥰, side story: our crazy gets his very own crazy (ashton Kutcher from spread vibes), public sex, sex sparkle 9/10

Alien in my Closet

Tags: ongoing (maybe completed but def ongoing on the site I use), not rapey at all?? You’d think it’s impossible in this medium ffs, anti pt vibes, cute art, fluff ‘n smut, red head!!, they were roomates!, sex toys, bsdm, D/s (brat)dynamic or maybe owner/pet, bondage, *tiffany hadish voice* this is noiceeee, con humiliation/degradtion, SANTA CLAUS, edging, marking, one lotus please (he’s clearly read the 4 agreements and karma sutra), con non con, exhibitionism, the wrist thing stays on people, Katoptronophilia, roleplay, is it stalking when you bring your friends?, lotus: welcome home cheater, the chin on the head thing gives me cuteness aggression, the twins are my favs, when ur crush vanilla af 😭, haesung: experiment on me daddy, no dick until halfway through/fingering supremacy, bedroom sessions has me gagged, voyeurism, wait they haven’t kissed this whole time I forgot (audio: https://www.tiktok.com/@ryley/video/6976701880277748997?lang=en), sunbae is sus, YES FINALLY A FUCKING SWITCH COUPLE AKJSDHALKSJDHASKLJDHALS KJDALKSJD (update: sort of), there’s a missed opportunity for an anal probe joke, damn it okay maybe sunbae is chill, 3 musketeers, my heart*implodes*, *velociraptor noises*, 12/10 would re-read such fluff my heart

On Doorstep

Tags: completed, age gap, reese has ptsd, jimmy going from 0 to 100, jimmy really got down on his knees at work, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) deepest part you say, real dicks, ride him like a rodeo, quickie/short story, porn with plot

Gorani Jeon

Tags: ongoing, omegaverse, no alpha though, animal hybrid, art is beautiful like it's drawn on paper not a screen, 40 inch weave yours came in a pack, historical (non-modern), lord send me a sexy man pls, the memes after each chapter are golden, taking the phrase licking wounds literally, is that an eggplant or are you just happy to see me hehe, ahhh so inhibitors do exist here, vertical 69, here lays Bau fucked to death by Ran, WHY HE TOUCHING MY MAN, these chickens are dope, stomp on his dick, that’s what I call a happy meal, fucked right out the front door I’M DEAD, mpreg, i need a tiger+mountain god spin off (whoops dad/son my bad), slice of life, cute fluff 8/10

Room to room

Tags: completed, college setting, A+ dialogue, absurd size difference, unrequited love, sexsomina, dubcon, angst, death by a thousand cuts emotionally, insecurity, body envy, pining, friends to lovers, they were roommates!, homophobia, sexual assault, PTSD, gays in denial, the tattoo 🥺 ow my heart, truly this is 90% smut, “going from unrequited love to fwbs is shittier than I expected”, dowan *bad blood by t swift* when he sees garam, ch 22garam reminds me of my ex and that’s not a compliment, I’m not gay but my boyfriend is vibes, triflers need not apply, spanking, 😭😭😭😭😭 my heart hurts, is anyone getting a bit of a puppy play vibe? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vni9ZWmDXis, handcuffs, lots of head we stan, dowan’s gotta a touch of a foot thing or maybe body worship thing, asdlfgkjs ;dlkfgjsd;flkgj;sdflkgj;sdlfgjs;d/gkdf SO CUTEEEEEEEEEEE, roleplay. They broke the bed no use of crying over spilled milk ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), side stories delivering man in uniform and sex toys AND puppy, asdlkjaslfkasdjfl;askdfjasdf the shirt thing is so hot, watersports, I take it back this is 98% smut 9/10

Mistake Lover

Tags: completed, when ur bff is back on their BS, love triangle, coworkers, i swear all these ukes look the same to me at this point (which is very cute), GE!!!! (wangxian flashbacks), wait no smut?.... Paused

Yagi to ookami no hatsujou jijou

Tags: completed, quickie/short story, literally on my reading list because a comment said “nice cock 10/10”hahahaha, animal hybrids, scifi/aliens, me during chapter one: am I a furry? No. Am I? Relevant audio https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=noJNIqvDfoo, hotties when human GOD DAMN, bi king, okay I stan this girl changing gears take your opportunities honey!, does blondie have a tinder or how is this happening? (update: called it), feminization, dubcon/noncon, marking, heats, idk about 10/10 cock but not lightsabers, translation is ruff (get it?), a yankee hahaha, literal wound licking, googles chimera, *claps* yes king selfish call his ass out, tail holding caaaayoooot, not that isn’t usually copious amounts of cum but really this is a lot 8/10

Make Me Bark

Tags: completed, $250 a month rent?? *cries in Californian*, god damn it these grey haired 2D men are really hot fml, “next months rent is a looming concern but I hope it’ll get better” followed by apartment on fire is how I feel about reality, rare characters that smile way more than they frown, sex toys, kink, puppy play, owner/pet dynamic, sugar daddy/baby, college setting, harness, muzzle, leash, tail plug, shirt thing!!, soaked briefs, playing barbie IRL, omg meet cute at the adult store, intercrural sex, possessive/jealousy, ah fuck yes I saw this panel on IG but it didn’t have the source but now hehe, whipping, choking, spanking, *bookmarks*, simp city, childhood friends, side couple cute af, yeonsoo: sorry I’m an anti romantic, size queen, mens lingerie, domestic, mutual pining, these bestie pairings are *chefs kiss*, skinny but muscular bodies/no ridiculous size differences, “does he have a big dick?” “probably” “well tell him to come” GAGGED AJKSDHALSKDJHA this dialogue pure comedy, exhibitionism, human auction, maid costume, men in heels, topping in a dress, girl at the bus stop HAHAHA, ffs this is so cute, side stories: it’s a small world afterall, dynamic role reversal, pink haired boy is guru, SCREAMING AKDJA:SLDKJA:LKDJA:LSDKJLAKDJA:LDJAL:SKDJASLKDJA:SLKDJLAKSDJLASDJ:LASJD:ALSKDJASL:DJ:ASLJDPUTARINGONIT!!!! 11/10

Gurume no fukurami

Tags: completed, quickie/short story, food fetish, feeding fetish, age gap, throuple-eqsue? There’s 3 people involved, paused ch 1 pg 30

Under the Green Light

Tags: ongoing, thank you IG for rec’ing this, brunette supremacy, neurodivergent?, lmao @hag, this statue is everything I wonder if it’s based on a real piece?, we went from talking art to being pinned to the ground REAL quick, translations rough but not as rough as my mans here, draw me like one of your french girls vibe, sass master, these dicks are ridiculously huge which is saying something for this genre, i love a verse/switch, “first time he’s asked someone to stop so his self-esteem is hurt” HAHAHAHA, stealing bae’s shirt, facials galore, car sex/public sex, jin not into praise kink clearly, sort of slut shaming jealousy, marking

Walk on Water

Tags: completed, for being about porn it’s not that smutty (i take it back), “don’t even think about running away” got me like https://giphy.com/gifs/VABbCpX94WCfS, actual dicks (lightsabers later must be the cleaners not the OG), muscular bodies, blonde seme, brunette uke, k mcqueen is everything, honestly haven’t loved a couple this much since chanwoo x MD and I LOVE THEM, jealousy, orgasm denial, the angles/frames of the art in this are insane (11/10), emotional intimacy CUTENESS HASIHDLASKDHJLAKSJDH, i wanna lick lick lick you from your head to your toes, dirty talk A+, bestie you turned out to be Judas you judgy fuck how dare you touch my man, Ryan is 50 shades of fucked up bb needs therapy, Chang and yeowoons sexual tension is *chefs kiss*, I ship it/all my ships sailing, woof non con but expected tbh, YEAH BABY YEAH *Austin powers voice*, fml I don’t want this story to end, meeting the Hets ™ would make me nervous too, spiderman kith, mirror sex sjkadfhasldjkfh, 34+35, JOI but with a partner? Not D/s, promises are made to broken hehe, that feeling when you understand the title, omg the fan art is so cool!! 15/10 would re-read seriously I can’t explain how well the artist used angles/how she portrayed the scenes was fucking MASTERFUL

Woof Wolf

Tags: that's my best friend (saweetie), red heads, werewolf au, college setting, students, shoot a shot in your mouth while I'm riding, facials, marking

Sexual Awakening of an Ex Delinquent

Tags: completed, quickie/short story, sexual coercion/non con/dub con, tiddies, bondage, nipple play, edging/orgasm denial, candy in ass wow, food kink, kink in general, rich seme working class uke, lightsabers, big dick Jesus fuck, exhibitionism, public sex, men's lingerie, Blondie is a sweet baby angel, self hatred/homophobia, sexual narrating that has me like oof 😣 that's not how this works but okay, the sweet spots thing is a great line, man is a slave to the sweets, lmao at the meme at the end of ch 9 fucking facts, kidnapping plot, rapey guys all around this story, tattoo/back story reveal has me like *nods head yes*, my throats broken has me gagged, crazy amount of sfx noises that distract from the art (I really appreciate cleaners I realize), first times, rushed ending feels, would rate 6/10 not terrible but probably won't read again.

With Your Tail Yes

Tags: ongoing, IG rec, quickie/short story, on man brunette looks EXACTLY like a different character by another artist like for real duplicate, home boy pulled Elle Wood’s Bend n Snap and we are HERE FOR IT, lingerie/cross dressing, okay compilation of short stories, great artwork but wtf these are far too short (maybe uploaded wrong..?), *immediately makes deal with the devil because yum*, ah okay previews THEN stories, human animal hybrid situation, lightsabers, fucking imagine your crush delivery the sex toy you ordered online HAHA *dies*, buys toys because men ain’t shit is a VIBE, you know he’s always wearing matching sets because he’s 100% that bitch, dub con/non con, knotting (unexpected), exhibitionism, public sex, good ol’ fashion blackmail to get your lover to stay with you trope, sexual assault/attempted rape, victim blaming, shibari, leashes, D/brat dynamic sort of, copious amounts of cum, lube? What lube?, marathon sex, first time, 75 hours?? Immediately no meme, 7/10 mostly for art/concepts but not execution

Heat and Run

Tags: ongoing, IG rec, omegaverse, friends to enemies to lovers, multiple couples as main to sides then sides to mains, my heart dropped because I thought the first sex scene was incest but then realized I’m mixing up all the characters derp, dense gays, this is america (the shooting comment WOOF reality feels bad man), blondes have more fun, real dicks, dubcon/CNC dealers choice, mutual pining, idiots in love, big alpha energy BDE, there are moments I feel Hayoung on a spiritual level and not sure that’s a compliment hahaha, orgasm denial/edging, istg if he bonded without Hayoung permission *jenna marbles BOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII YOU BETTAH NOT*, also I was hoping the idol was him but realizing it’s probs his sis, *deep sigh*, BDIRL, wow racism, oh no oh no no no no no meme audio, listen everyone needs to get into therapy to break that generational trauma is all I’m saying (not excusing abuse at all, trauma isn’t a free pass), NO ONE WANTS TO PLAY A GAME WITHOUT KNOWING THE RULES :ALKSDHJALKSDJA:SLKDJTRUE, matthew singing bo burnham: I’m problematic *background singers ‘he’s a problem!’*, i ship it yolo, JAEHO STAN (no means no!), mpreg, god damn it I am so worried about him getting roofie and the party scene hasn’t even started ABO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TOO ME, OH THANK JAEHO, dayummmm that clapback was real fuck him UP, me clapping: MARK HIM MARK HIM, GOD DAMN IT WITH THESE ONGOING FUCKING CLIFF HANGERS FML, marked via knotting? Okay that’s new, but also like normal marking I think, fucking til bottom pees trope

Heaven Officials Blessing

Animated series season 1 complete. Live action currently filming (same director as Untamed too UGH SO HAPPY)

Tags: ongoing, same author as my fav ever MDZS, just finished season 1 animated on netflix and can no longer avoid this because I LOVE THEM, all the memes on IG make sense now, Prince voice: Dearly Beloved (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXJhDltzYVQ) we are gathered here today to dive deeper into a fandom I will never escape, ART IS AMAZING (https://tenor.com/view/incredible-talented-lady-brilliant-gaga-gif-14857187), group chats are always chaotic tbh, wait a minute meme audio: bride = bottom? How tf did I not get that the first time round *sigh* always hoping for a verse couple, the asst. Boys I ship hard, the sass, fuck this is going to just be pure angst isn’t it *straps in, has fluffy manga queued*, even if no smut 11/10 gege porn, not subtle, god FUCK this ART IS SO FUCKING GOOD THE TALENT skjas;ldkfja;, 🥺, traumatic cliff moment *mdzs flashbacks*, HC smirk is my new favorite thing, no fucking but lots of touching, size difference, horror, gore, wuxia, great side characters, my ear feels tingly too lmao, SOMEONE BETTER GET THESE MF SNAKES ON THIS MF PLANE (cliff), umbrella moments got me uwu, gimme at least didi pleaseandthankyou, FUCK I LOVE THIS ARTIST she keeping us WELL fed with these extras DAYUM, wind/earth master ship please sail, CALL ME DADDY IM DEAD, HC has LWJ energy like you are not qualified to talk to me LOL, WAIT this totally counts as there was only one bed trope, also I’m already excited about omegaverse ff (send me recs please please please)

4 week lovers

Tags: ongoing because apparently I want to torture myself, mutual pining/”unrequited love”, college life, friends to lovers, blackmail ur crush into sex trope, public sex, I was going to tag possessive body language but possessive in a general sense apparently (starting strong yessss), sure jan @unrequited love dialogue, THEY WERE ROOMMATES *cackles*, sus haha, rough translation, pure comedy, shirt thing!, casual abuse :( (back story, traumatic childhood), I’m getting TharnType vibes (but not quite…), that note is precious, cry during/after sex, great angles, dialogue A+

Burlesque Night

Tags: completed, quickie/short story, stripper/body guard, coworkers, lust at first sight, magic mike vibes, fridays = getting fucked on stage O-O, well that was traumatizing af, took a bullet, real dicks, LDR, CUTE, I’m not in love with you… sure jan, OH WOW MASTER dlksaj;alsdkja;lsdkja;sld, gay awakening/first time, the art detail is *chefs kiss*, disappointed but not surprised :( :( :(, we stan a yes and lover, shirt thing, still not sure wtf the vertical anus thing is but full circle moment haha, you know what fuck it I’d re-read this 9/10

My one and only cat

Tags: ongoing, cat hybrids, god damn it I’m totally in furrydom ffs, ah well here we go, idol hot = loneliness wahhh /s, so hot he literally transforms other beings, omg a cat cafe CUTE, fuck that cat is cute *so fluffy*, stalker status, comedy, real dicks, I think the uncle would be supportive/jealous even I hope they talk about it I’m dying to know his thoughts, big tiddies, if this ain’t the cutest shit FLUFF/SMUT, copious amounts of cum, ate it with the panties on, CAKE, xmas, his milkshakes bring all the boy(cats) to the yard, trifling bitch

Imitation Mate

Tags: completed, omegaverse, alpha x alpha. Class rivals YAS, childhood frans, enemies to lovers omg this is all the shit I want, manipulation 1000 but yolo I ship it

Mr. 100% Perfect

Tags: ongoing, so relatable, OCD?, hoarder, when I read the title I thought mental illness and I was right, masks ugh RELATABLE, getting back together w ex, woof sibling drama/manipulation, suicide attempt, omg their communication regarding the psycho is REFRESHING, OMG JEJU ISLAND I see it in every fucking kdrama ever but this is the first time I’ve seen it mentioned in a manga *hm* interesting, furry furry everywhere, eye contact, finished reading season 1 pause for an omergaverse cause, okay I’m back and season 2 starting STRONG #1 men are gross #2 mans just went right to a blowie while mf was trying to pee lmao i can NOT the germs barf, fuckboi extraordinaire stressing over a textback is *great*, that istg face is perfect, HYUNGGGG, hand on his heart OW MY HEART, vibe check LOL, here for this plot dev, END OF SEASON2 NOOOOOOOimnotready. Head bonks CUTE

The origin of species

Tags: ongoing, omegaverse, sex tape, blackmail, i already don’t like this teacher, size difference, ‘JUST DIE’ hahahahahaha, I’m in love with noona, wait Ahjussi means uncle/mister? Dangerous convenience store has a new meaning to me now, DECEASED @they won’t, copious amounts of cum, alcohol to have intimacy *sighs in early 20s*, also WTF THEY ARE FUCKING AND THERE’S NO PHERMONE STUFF! What’s the point of being ABO without smell *swaggy p meme???*, wait okay ch 11 it begins, stockholm syndrome but since childhood I’m fairly certain *looking at you teacher I don’t trust these mfs*, dubcon obviously, also the can’t be knotted thing has me *cardi b meme that’s weird that’s sus* obvs poor bb about to get preg af, five word horror story: I won’t hurt you again *why tf you lyinggggg why u always lyinggg meme*, white collar crime, what’s the point of a contract when there’s no actual choice

How to Chase an Alpha

Tags: ongoing, lowkey been avoiding this one not because I think it’ll be bad I just..idk the brain is a weird thing, page 2 and I love mains attitude fucking gagged sass me bb, starting with rough translation but it be that way sometimes, GROUNDS HIMSELF BY TOUCHING HIS BLACK CARD I CANTTT, pheromone city fuck it UP, MC is a MOOD, mutual pining, when u and bae both hire PI’s to get info on each other, R-E-S-P-E-C-T, shirt thing, fucking chuffed about the rival fucking bring it, funny art, cheated on ugh mah heart I saw it coming and it still hurt, pure comedy this airport scene is so funny to me wtf, LDR, good ol murica fuckboi, LOVE HIM RIDE FOR UR MAN/MORALS, liams a little rapey rapist hm? No one’s ever said no… well being flooded with pheromones isn’t consent my dude, istg liam = I love it when they struggle, obvs jealousy/possessive tag but such is ABO, cat suit, BUNNY suit, sexy costumes, god damn it I love them that proposal/mpreg so cute, imprinting AW, ugh baes fam is so cute I needed that bc I wanna strangle wooyoungs dad, THE SECETARY is my fucking fav never stops being A+, SEC+LIAM?? Here for it *i ship it*, FUCK SO CUTE 12/10 re-read, fluff n smut, excited for how to chase an omegaside story hyung needs love!, JINI is mood, sales king I’m dying, that collar is ~hot~ btw

Egoism

Tags: completed (because jesus I can’t with ongoing, theheartbreakTM), UPDATE FML THE HEART BREAK IS REAL also no smut, omegaverse, hey stepbro, starts with rape, possessive/jealousy (isn’t all ABO?), age difference (6years, alpha is younger *can I get hyung plz lord*), HYUNG, woof this dad SUCKS, child abuse, rape culture *sigh*, I wanna get jacked like rick and summer and beat tf out of the dad, me n my cat, TELL EM HONEY I love this MC, traitor indeed, beta x omega btw, fated pair, coercive sex, didi going to be his own demise, BREAKUP/TIME SKIP NO this is BL hell, the rona is mentioned in this, ALL I WANT IS TO HEAR YOUR STORY WAHHHHHHHHHH also YES MY SHIP IS GOING TO SAIL I CAN FEEL IT, okay honestly frustrating a bit but also liked it yah 7-8/10, won’t re-read unless I’m looking for hurt though cause the comfort is BRIEF

Yarichin bitch bu

Tags: ongoing, reading because I watched this anime after seeing it mentioned in the comment section of -im-being-harassed-by-the-sexiest-man-of-the-year, anime was 2 eps a fucking wild the way this is uploaded SUCKS, no reality porn what plot rape-y ridiculous and now I need to read the source apparently haha, I need to know much more about yuri and blue hair guy ASAP (they have the spin off*adds to list*), high school setting, smut, studentsxstudents/teachers, photography club my ass, sex toys, kinky, crossdressing, gay awakening, unrequited love, jealousy, fake relationship, two faced people, OCD, COMEDY, rich people problems, hoarder, inferiority complex, one bed, toono is a dumbass in this love triangle or denial might be a better word, they are cousins my dude stop shipping it (I say to both toono and myself LOL), I wanna see Yuri’s face laksdjf;aldskf, vibrator #18 line is fucking iconic, yaguchi is about to get real interesting (BPD?), lies/manipulation, oh toono you sweet summer child, YURI i can’t wit chu, wait did he just punch the student because he won’t kiss him or???, dubcon/noncon obvs, finally my verse couple but they’re not a couple (yuri/tamu), they all care about each other is a weird way awwww, love confessions to pet vibrator scene are ICONIC MY DUDES I CAN NOTTT, lowkey living for Yuri’s drooling at this point, Jimi gives me such bad second hand embarrassment, Yuri the switch verse bb I’ve been looking for need more!, internalized homophobia, blackmail, MIDDLE FINGER IN THE AIR YAS KING, the heartbreak of ongoing/hasn’t been updated in years

Yarichin bitch bu dj wa

Tags: not completed I think, years old though, see above you know what it is, so cute omg, FIRST KISS AW, degradation kink?, MY VERSE COUPLE I’ve finally found you, biting, choking, rough sex, sex toys, they had fun together for another two hours DECEASED

Fucked by my Best Friend

Tags: ongoing, friends to lovers, body swap, Porn what plot, cannon threesomes in past maybe??(MFF for sure but MMF??), beach life, revenge, he became a HOT woman so honestly get over it, sloppy seconds, first off you’re both sluts second lmao this is going to be wild hm?, fellas is it gay if you kiss the homies, classic did you cum guy jfc, that’s how you get preg dumbass, ah the joys of being a woman /s assault in der clrub, *DEEP SIGH* @ you almost being raped turns me on, YES TURNING BACK DYING, gender has nothing to do with this LOL but true. Also yes cannon threesomes/orgies, googles frotting, mans like narrating playtime, intecurial sex public sex, lingerie, this is the closest thing to straight manga I’ve read hahaha, THE SCIENCE OMG FUCKING RIDIC :you need a mass amount of semen within you SURE JAN, possessive. Objectification, she trying to fuck without Shion LMAO, 34+35, do you think he’s on r/nofap, dry orgasm honestly impressed with mans rn ngl, spit as lube, anal fingering, just helping the homies find their prostate, bottom shaming (disappointed but not surprised), bis/gays in denial smh, question if he has a wet dream will he turn into a woman?, shirt thing, lol at female orgasm =anal in switcharoos mind, paging doc perv, shion is enjoying dressing up hm? Same dude, biggest reality gap is believing shion got admitted to a college HAHA, bad anatomy all over the place dude, rui is a dedicated exhibitionist, HE SO TIGHT BECAUSE THERES NO LUBE team no lube over here apparently not even a courtesy spit, yandere territory sort of?, Mayu with the dick wet comment is *chefs kiss*, THE HEARTBREAK OF ONGOING WAHHH I can’t believe I read all this but I can? 8/10 problematic possessive porn

#yaoi #manga #enemies to lovers #friends to lovers #gay #lgbt #pornwhatplot #recs #book recs #manga recs #yaoi recs #ships #yandere #uke #seme

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akuutaguava · 2 years

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FUCKI I CANT POST ANYMORE SHIT ANYWAYS I LOVE YOU TIMBLR AND THE PEOPLE ON TUMBLR HAVE A GOOD REST OF UR DAY

SHIT IM ACTUALLY NOT GOING TO SURVIVE WITHOUT WRITING WEIRD THOUGHTS

Ahahahahaha im gonna have to rant on insta i hate life good bye

Better idea: type on this post and this post alone lets see how chaotic this gets

I am queercoding rn

IVE BEEN FEELING HUNGRY THE WHOLE DAY TODAY AND THE MOMENT I CAN EAT I DONT WANT TO WHAT KINDA FUCKERY IS THIS

actually sobs ive seen so much i want to reblog

I hate this godamn limit whatthefuck

Now people will go back to this random post and can’t see my posts popping up every two minutes

FUCK YEAH CASAVA CHIPS :D

My thoughts need to be documented even when i cant post on here

This used to be a post abt me talking abt killjng peoples dogs but who knows anymore

SOMEONE HMSSAVE ME AH

I HAVE A LOT OF ACCOUNTS THAT I NEED TO POST ON WHATTHEFUCK

SHIT THESE CASAVE CHIPS ARE SO GOOD

Bussing bussin frfr

I hate the people who made me not be able to type anything here today shie, apollo, ghoul im talking to you guys /j okay dw

Tempted to go bald and really embrace the mental illness

My mandarin caused havoc on like seven people today lmao

It got everywhere holy shit

Actually about to fucjing cry i hate nkt being able to post shit whathefuck its only been a day but WHY

Found out one of shed eerans songs is like the most famous song in the world and i actually want to end my life oml

Im going to play bsd mayoi to distract myself from this sad fate

AXTUALLY SOBBING TUMBLR CAN YOU STOP PLAYING AND JUST LET ME POST SHIT

FUCK YOU TUMBLE

just kidding haha only joking ily bbgorl

Phobic? You think im scared

Parents will be like don’t do drugs and then make you want to do them

Boutta die im talking abt liking hot evil dilfs what has my life gone to without tumblr

Physically pained

Mentally drained

JESUS CHRIST I NEED TO SNEEZE BUT I CANT I ACTUALLY HATE THIS

Gender? Isn’t that a spice?

ACTUALLY FML MY COMPUTER IS 12% IM GOING TO CRY AL MY CLASEES REQUIRE A COMPUTER TODSAY FUYCKM

yet another day with a substitute who hates my guts for no reason (she has a reason)

im probably going to go home i feel actually so sick rn

WHATTHEFUCK I JUST SAW A MEME MY TEACHER SHOWED US IN IT WAS SHAKESPEAR GOING “i put the lit in literature” THATS IT IM JUMOING OUT THE WINDOW

art = are

dost = do

doth = does

'ere = before

hast = have

'tis = it is

'twas = it was

wast = were

whence = from where

wherefore = why

nay = no

twas over yonder

LMAO FUCK TOU SCHOOL I’M LEAVING

OUT OF THAT HELL HOLE :D

Actually so happy i don’t need to do science now fuck yeah

GAH I FEEL LIKE SHIT LMAO

Im pretty sure everyone thinks im skipping fuck you guys im not

THE CICADAS ARE STILL HERE FUCK

I hate the invention of long hair we should all just cut off our hair my ling hair sucks

Stopped to say hi to the ants :D

What a great lifw we would have if we were all just… orbs floating through space

Now is not a good time to be walking on a bridge over a highway

We made it off the bridge without commiting ded :D

I hate walking slow holy shit

Time to go die in my bed because i can’t really post on here anymore and that makes me sad and want to die

IHATEYOUIHATEYOU GO DIE IN A HOLE

AHIT AHIT SHIT AHIT SHIR MMY PARENTS WANT TO WATCH BUNGOU STRAY DOGS HOLU SHIT THEY WILL ACTUALLY HATE IT AND ME AND EVERYTHING AND MAKE ME SELL ALL MY MERCH HOMY SHIT IM ACTUALLY GOING TO DIE WHATTHEFUCK SOMEONE HELP

I need another post for that but tumblr is a bitch

ACTUALLY FUCK I SLEPT FOR LIKE FOUR HOURS I WAS SUPPOSED TO FUCKING STUDY FOR TEO TESTS HOLY SHIT AHHHHHH WHATTHEFUCK SOMEENE AHHH NI U HATE NOT BEING ABLE TO POST HERE WHATTEHECUKDS

I WOKE UP AND I ACTUALLY FEEL SO SHIT LIKE I FEEL LIKE NOTHING MATTERS AND THERES NO POINT IN LIVING SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF THIS HEADSPACE

BRO THE ONLY THING THATS BEEN KEEPING ME GOING TODAY IS WAITING TILL 12 AM SO I CAN FUCKING POST SHIT I JAT THIS APP

I ALSO CANT EVEN FUCKING MAKE DRAFTS AND THAT MAKES ME WANT TO UNALIVE

dont mind those last posts, anyways three more hours until you guys get mass chaos :D goodbye for now and i’ll see you when i can actually fuckin post

#this is a threat #feel threatened #stellas gone mental

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mikeshanlon · 3 years

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i really enjoy the way young royals explores the theme of legacy and how detrimental it can be to have to live up to a legacy or be obsessed with reputation. (analysis and thoughts under the cut)

i think wilhelm resents the fact that he has to live up to the role of being in the royal family and yet is very afraid of ruining that legacy bc of all the pressure. before he was sent off to hillerska he went to a normal school and wanted normal people around him and was content with erik having to take on the responsibilities of crown prince. and when he does have to assume that role he says he can never be erik, that he’s always had to be compared to him and obviously doesn’t like that. but even before erik passed and he had to take on those duties he was afraid of fucking up the legacy of the crown, when he sees that sign in the hallway that says you are in charge of your own legacy after he holds hands with simon, his anxiety worsens. you can tell it’s been instilled in him for a long time that what is most important is the crown’s reputation rather than his own wants. in the scene where him and simon fight about alexander being caught, he obviously wants simon to stay, but he focuses on how him doing drugs will fuck up his family’s reputation if it gets leaked. as much as he cares for simon, his legacy and his duties are like this oppressive cloud hanging over him.

i do think that wille cares for his family of course but to me it’s different that the sort of loyal unconditional care with simon and his sister/mom. erik and wille had unconditional love, erik understood how difficult being a prince in the public eye was, and wille obviously cared for him deeply and felt like he could to talk to him about issues. his relationship with the queen is much more strained, she wants a tailored, doctored representation of him in the media, he cannot be anxious and bite his nails, she makes all the decisions for him. family is important to wille partially because it has to be bc of how special his family is. he helps his family, he helps august pay his tuition, and then makes a point of disowning august after his betrayal as his new “brother”. but again, because of the royal status and expectations upon the family, that supersedes and colors all of their relationships with each other. it seems to be more a sense of “duty” than unconditional love. especially after erik’s death, wille always has to consider how the crown’s image will be impacted, even though he never wanted to have this responsibility, or even the responsibility of being the “regular” prince under erik. being a family unit that is under constant public scrutiny is going to strain relationships. the queen knows that the anxiety of fucking up his legacy will get to him, and she uses that to get wilhelm to back out of admitting it was him in the video and coming out. wilhelm has to choose between his own happiness and their reputation, is forced to think that denying it’s him in the video is the only way. he loves simon and wanted to live freely, but that pressure of legacy won out.

i don’t know if i think wille necessarily values the crown over his own personal happiness and relationships, like in the way maybe the queen does--i don’t think it comes from a place of “i’m lucky to be prince and owe my duty to the crown, so i do what i have to do to stay that way” (like how the queen said the crown is a privilege not a punishment), but from fear of destroying the legacy and his family. afterall, he still wanted to pursue a secret relationship with simon, i think if he fully valued the crown and uplifting legacy and fulfilling his duties he wouldn’t have tried that. he wouldn’t have made a point to tell simon he loves him. hopefully we get another season because i think with the iconic ending revolution rendition and him looking in the camera, which also parallels the shot of him being forced to apologize/go to hillerska, he is realizing that focusing on legacy is taking away what’s important to him, and he’s going to shake shit up.

august is definitely the most obsessed with legacy, wanting to carry on his father’s business, being persistent on befriending wilhelm and trying to social climb, wanting power and perfection with being prefect, rowing captain etcetera. he is so obsessed with perfection and reputation he gets addicted to drugs, he fucks with simon and makes him get stuff for parties he can’t afford because good parties will make him look better, he manipulates sara multiple times, he mostly wanted felice because of her nobility, he fucking films wilhelm and simon and OUTS him, his own cousin. he hates that wille has everything he wants but isn’t as interested in preserving and more importantly improving the legacy he’s inheriting. meanwhile august’s familial legacy is dwindling, and he holds on to the last bit of assets and names that he can.... v much sick and a weirdo that shows how harmful being obsessed with legacy is

the queen is of course v focused on legacy and it really breaks my heart and makes me angry that she doesn’t care about wilhelm’s happiness more than their reputation, and moreso doesn’t get august in trouble for literally leaking child p*rn of her kid for the sake of appearances?!?!?! like how is he even remotely trustworthy she is wrong for that! like i said earlier the obsession with legacy puts a strain on their mother/son relationship. she doesn’t even really say anything about wille’s sexuality or his relationship, and barely comforts him, mostly goes in with a plan she’s already concocted without him to fix everything.

erik seemed to understand and accept his role as crown prince but obviously had issues with it as well, like when he makes the plan for him and wilhelm to run from the press, or when he tells wilhelm to enjoy himself while there aren’t so many eyes on him that care. erik shows someone who has more unconditional love and empathy but still has to focus on legacy and is much more inclined to continue his legacy, but we do see those glimpses over how even the most “ideal” attitude of preserving legacy causes issues.

felice is expected to live up to her mother’s legacy, of being an equestrian, of being the lucia, but she doesn’t want either of those things. her mother wants her to be thinner and straighten her hair, and find someone of nobility to be with. obviously she does find wilhelm attractive lol but i think the main reason she pursued him and definitely why she pursued august was because she was expected to social climb and have royal kids. felice feels the need to portray a false narrative of herself on social media to uphold a certain image of herself. it’s very fucked up that her mom wants those values instilled in her but i love that felice was putting up boundaries and pushing back against her mother and the narrative she’s supposed to live up to. her giving sara the role of lucia and focusing on supporting her friends more in the latter half of the season shows growth and i’m excited to see where her story goes.

sara is interesting because she seems to want to reject the legacy of her family and being working class and to fit in with the elite of hillerska. sara hates micke, hates that simon contacted him because it’s bringing in this “shameful” and painful part of their past (which i mean is def fair). other than sara’s betrayal in 1.06, i think the scene where she tells her family that she wants to reside at hillerska really exemplifies where she’s at in her relation to legacy/class. after dining at hillerska and living amongst the elite she gets annoyed at eating around the TV, she blames her mother for not leaving micke sooner, she gets angry with simon for caring for her. she wants to lead her own life, be popular and wanted because people want her, not for pity (even though i think simon of course truly cares abt his sister she feels annoyed with his protection and care). felice says early on that she thinks sara doesn’t care what other’s think or having friends, and sara says she still wants friends though. i think sara’s biggest thing is she wants to belong, her and simon moved schools after she was bullied for being autistic so i think that definitely affected her even though she tries to act nonchalant about hillerska at first. we see sara’s longing to fit in in smaller ways at first, like her asking her mom for a better piece of her uniform because hers are “cheap” and already worn out. she gets annoyed at simon for chewing loudly, or her mother sitting casually at the table. as she gets closer to felice and madison and all the other students, the allure of the upper class and their lifestyle draws her in more. so much to the point where she gets very anxious and upset at the idea of her and simon leaving hillerska because he’s having his own crisis and doesn’t consider his pov. so much so that she effectively betrays simon and felice, the people she’s closest to, to make a deal (and make out lol) with august to room there and “be just like him”. personally i think sara’s attraction to august is mostly that allure of the elite and that he seemed to “desire” her when he kissed her because he was being a manipulative dickhead--again that want to fit in and be wanted. and i think there is a really interesting angle of jealousy and competition in female friendships, even if it is really subtle or not intentionally insidious or anything, sara does slowly start to trying to assume all the roles/fashions/mannerisms of felice to live that life she wants. i do think felice and sara’s care for each other is genuine and one of my fave parts of the show, but i think a lot of people who experienced being a teen girl know how we are always pitted against each other even in our subconscious because of how society treats and values women.

simon seems to be the character that is least interested in upholding legacy and tradition or giving a fuck what anyone thinks (as omar said here lmao) and that makes him a really interesting foil to wilhelm. there could be something said about micke fearing that simon is following in his footsteps, but to me that plot more so reveals how the upper class (august) continually exploit the working class for their benefit, and the trappings of generational oppression. the other thing that can be said is simon signing up for private tutoring and rowing, but again i think that serves to further show that he is forced to “play” by the game of the elites because the school/society is corrupt, and also, that simon has further ambitions outside of where he’s at. he wants to get good grades because he wants to explore new places and avenues. to me simon’s biggest motivations are his passions, the things and people he loves--music, his family, wilhelm. he isn’t loyal to others just because he’s expected to be, or uphold a certain image but because he really cares. he doesn’t watch out for sara because that’s his expected role as her brother to do so, but because he cares. he wasn’t interested in knowing wilhelm because he’s a prince like everyone else, he makes it clear he thinks the royal family are privileged and exploitative, but he is interested because he saw the real wilhelm. he’s out and proud even though his elite classmates are more conservative, he doesn’t care about voicing his unpopular opinions, he has no problem walking away from august’s dickhead behavior or calling him out on his shit. simon doesn’t care if people don’t think of him in the best light. (the only exceptions ig are the drugs conflict and the video, though literally anyone would have a problem with that because it’s much deeper that public opinion and has ramifications and is deeply traumatic--but just adding that before someone is like “well actually!”) i also think it’s interesting that most of the songs simon sings has themes of pushing back against the societal norms, and being remembered in history, plus of course the revolution song motif, and how much those songs affect wilhelm, he seems to connect deeply, like he wishes he could do those things but simon is the one who gets to sing them and actually live them.

#young royals #the way this is 2k words lmfao #i do not expect ppl read to this but when the analytical worm starts gnawing on my rottin brain i must oblige

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