#glad i saw ma friends lol..................
Cooking Crush Ep 6 Stray Thoughts
Last week, Ten's dad found out about the money Ten's been paying to Prem, and then he went to Prem's house, called him a scammer, and told him to take the money and fuck off. Meanwhile, that super chef has left his show and is helping the school select a trio to send into the competition. Super chef clearly likes Prem, and those shitty bullies are not happy about it. Still, Ten and Prem clearly like each other, and we saw them kiss, but we have to learn today how we got here. Dynamite and Fire also have a conversation in the car I'm hoping to get more of.
I really am such a sucker for a tippy toe kiss.
Poor Ten has no idea about his dad's intervention, nor how genuinely guilty Orem feels about this.
Dish 6: That 'Jub Chai Stew' Makes Me Spend More Time With You
Oh no. They left Samsi to get picked up by the cops. This is not okay.
Okay, Metha went back. I don't have to hate him.
I love Dynamite so much.
Okay, Pang and Metha are really coming through as sounding boards. Both of these boys need to face how they feel about each other, and Pang is correct that Prem should feel no shame about Tem walking into this eyes wide open.
This stew looks really good and now I want to make it.
Oh lord not chicken nuggets.
Welcome back, The Heart Knows.
I love them going on this not-date to extend their time together.
I like that because part of their relationship is Prem teaching Ten stuff, he was quick to correct Ten for saying something rude.
Off has really improved his smolder. This was a solid almost-kiss, and I applaud this show for letting me know they will kiss tonight. I don't feel denied, and appreciate the anticipation now.
Next scene?? Good job, BL.
Oh my goodness this is actually really cute. I love how cuddly and giggly they became after that kiss.
Okay, Ten, I respect you bringing up the kiss early.
LOL, the prof called Chang Ma right out on that crush.
Grandma ain't falling for it either!
I agree, cinematographer, Gun really is that pretty.
Okay, Ten! I like this energy.
Seeing Jane and Fire at the grocery has me thinking about a potential low stakes pregame run Cheum and Boston could have made it OF had more friend content.
Goddamn, first Metha and then Jane. Metha said you need a stern dicking, and Jane said you gotta hide from your mom? None of the friends in this show are gonna let anyone off the hook!
I never tire of the food fantasies. It makes me want to watch Food Wars again.
I absolutely love that this young prodigy is the leader of this group of gays.
I love Pang so much. She is down to clown. Reminds me of a story I cannot tell on the Internet about my own sister.
What is up with all the salt bae jokes this week??
We should keep the hat on Aungpao. I like the look.
I love that Dynamite takes the direct approach at all times.
Next week looks good!
I missed this show. So glad we're back on track. Neo is doing some interesting work as a closeted boy that feels different from his work in The Eclipse. He's about to give Gawin a run for his money now that this is his third time playing repressed.
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No Place Like Home
AN: based in my deduction skills the pictures were from the dame night lol. In addition this part 8, hope y'all enjoy this <3
Requested? No
Warnings: smut, angst (a certain sentence was said 👀 and someone freaked out), Jack putting Neelam in her place, brief talk about a bas relationship from high school, brief mention to grooming, and a happy smutty ending
Word count: 6.5k words
When Jack refreshed Instagram he was not expecting to see a picture of his girlfriend almost kissing her co-star, Isabela Gomez, but given the context of the post it made sense. He slid the next picture and it was one of her sitting on Evan Mock’s lap, who played her love interest. He rolled his eyes and saw the last slide was of her hugging Jeremy O’Harris. He scrolled a bit to read her long ass sappy caption. Miriam basically said that her movie finished filming last night and she was forever grateful for being part of the movie. And she thanked Jeremy for trusting her with Audie, her character’s name. She then went on thanking everyone else involved in the movie and their grandma.
Jack put his phone away, realizing that maybe he shouldn’t be on his girlfriend's profile in such a public setting where anyone can record him looking at it. He was out having dinner with his friends and brother. It was day three of his No Place Like Home mini tour. Miriam was supposed to fly out in the morning, but her flight was canceled and the closest she was able to get was for tomorrow.
“Hey, I gotta go do something real quick.” Clay leaned into Jack.
“We have to be at the venue in an hour,” he told his younger brother. “Where are you going?”
“I’ll meet you there. I’m picking up Monét because I have another errand to run.” he said.
“You can’t be serious.”
“You’ll thank me later.” Clay clapped his shoulder, getting up from his chair.
Jack watched his brother say goodbye to everyone as he walked out of the restaurant. Urban pulled him into conversation. Half an hour later they all toasted to Jack and his successes. He made a quick speech raising his glass of sparkling cider to them. He motioned the server for the check. He paid and left a generous tip for them.
The car ride to the venue was less than five minutes. The line outside was barely starting to move, allowing attendees to enter the venue. Security led Jack and his friends through the back. Jack went backstage to where Chris and Neelam were and checked in while his friends went to his dressing room. After he went to his dressing room.
He spotted his parents and went to greet them. Jack clapped his dad's shoulder, not wanting to interrupt the conversation he was having with a family friend.
“Hey, ma,” Jack said, wrapping his arms around Maggie. He pulled away and greeted his girlfriend. “Hey, Miriam.”
“Hi,” she said, sipping her drink.
He turned around then turned back to Miriam, to make sure she was actually standing there.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He pulled her back to his arms and gave her an even tighter hug. He cupped her face and kissed her. “How are you here? I thought your flight was canceled.”
“It was but a seat in economy opened up and I took it.” Miriam said. She pointed to Clay and his girlfriend. “Clay and Monét picked me up.”
“You’re welcome, big brother.” Clay yelled to him.
Jack flipped him off. He took Miriam’s and beelined to one of the free arm chairs near the door. He sat down and pulled her to his lap. Miriam removed her puffer coat over her legs in case Jack decided to get handsy.
The pair fell into conversation, ignoring everyone around them. Everyone in the room noticed how they were so caught up in their own little bubble giggling and whispering. Urban even managed to get a few pictures of Jack and Miriam smiling at each other.
“I’m glad you were able to make it.” Jack said, running his hand up and down her velour clad thigh.
“Me too.” Miriam smiled, leaning in to kiss him.
“Jack, you’re on in twenty minutes.”
Neelam said, entering the dressing room. She paused seeing Miriam sitting on Jack’s lap. “Miriam…you’re here?
She smiled sweetly at the older woman. “Surprise.”
*
One thing about Miriam is that she got cold easily and hated being outside if she was dressed to be indoors. And yet she found herself in a secluded corner behind some club parking lot with her boyfriend trying to get her naked.
“Dude, we were at your fucking hotel room. Why didn’t you fuck me then?” she said, straddling his lap.
After his show, he took her back to the 21C where he was staying to drop off her things. In his hotel suite, she changed out of the aubergine tracksuit she wore on her plane ride to the dress she planned on wearing to his show. It was a black ribbed mini YSL dress. It reached around mid thigh and it had a cut out in the middle of her chest, tastefully showing off some underboob.
“You singing to Rihanna gets me bricked up, Miriam.” Jack said as his hands wandered around to find the zipper.
Once he found it, he slowly dragged the zipper down, allowing her breasts to spill out when he helped her out of the top part of the dress. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her jaw. “And as Rihanna said it, ‘I want you now, I want you now, oh, woah, oh.’”
She snorted at his failed attempt to get the note in ‘Loveeeee Song.’ “I can’t stand you.” she murmured, unbulking Jack’s belt and unbuttoning his pants.
Jack slipped one of his hands in between her thighs. “Really? ‘Cause I haven’t even touched your pussy and your shit’s leaking.”
“Shut up,” she mumbled before grabbing his face.
They urgently kissed as Jack struggled to get his pants down. Miriam broke their kiss and awkwardly got off his lap, so he could remove his clothes. He lifted his hips and dragged his pants and boxer-briefs down. He pulled Miriam back to his lap. They resumed their kissing, hips rubbing against each other as their desperation grew.
He ran his thumb on her sensitive nipples. Miriam leaned back, giving him better access, and quietly moaned out as he gently nipped under her breasts. Both of his hands were on her nipples, twisting and rubbing them. His tongue traced the pert peaks.
“Jack, I'll let you motorboat me later. Right now I need your dick in me.” Miriam whined.
“I’ma hold you to that.” he murmured before nipping her breasts one last time.
They kissed once more before Jack lifted the front part of her dress’s skirt and pulled her thong to the side. She bit into his shoulder as Jack coated himself with her arousal before lowering her down his length. They moaned out in pleasure, not realizing how they needed their bodies connected. He placed her arms around his shoulders. He gripped her hips, controlled her hips at the pace he wanted her.
Their breathy moans and whimpers filled Jack’s car along with the sounds of their bodies meeting each other. Miriam reached down his seat, patting around until she found the lever that laid Jack’s seat down.
“Needed more room.” she murmured, splaying her hands on his chest.
“‘M not– fuck, just like that Miriam.” he cursed.
Jack gripped Miriam’s thighs, watching how she lost herself trying to get off. He was mesmerized by her. She wasn’t like other women he's been with. Most of them would let him do all the work and didn’t put in any effort. With Miriam it was equal. They both wanted the other to get off as badly they wanted themselves to. Their bodies moved in sync because they were made solely for one another.
After a few minutes, Jack’s hands wandered away from her hips. He lazily made figure eights on her clit with his thumb while his other hand held the back of Miriam’s head as they kissed. She pushed herself against his chest and quickened the pace she rode him. She dug her nails into his biceps as her climax neared.
“Ja–”
"I love you, Miriam."
She visibly recoiled hearing that three worded sentence. She pushed herself off his lap.
"You're joking right?" She laughed awkwardly, getting dressed. "Jack, we’re having sex. You don't know what you're saying."
"Are you fucking serious?" he scoffed in disbelief.
“Are you?” she snapped. “You can’t just say shit like.”
“That shit are my fucking feelings towards you, Miriam.” he retorted. He shook his head. “I expected you not to say it back. But you have no right to make me feel like shit.”
“You can’t.” She said, quietly.
“I can’t, what?”
“Love me! Get it through your head! You can’t!” she cried. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I can’t do this.”
She got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Jack cursed and quickly got dressed, not realizing he was pantless until he almost ran after her. He entered the club, scanning the place as he went to the VIP section.
He spotted Miriam with some of his female friends from high school by the bar. A bartender went up to them and slid a row of shots. They cheered and down them in one gulp. He went under the velvet rope to go up to them.
“Jack,” Neelam called him over.
“Neelam, not now,” he said.
“You have to greet some people c’mon.” she said, pulling his arm.
An hour later, Jack lost track of Miriam. Neelam kept making him greet people from club promoters to some potential record executives.
“Have you seen Miriam?” He asked Diana, a friend from high school, once he made his final round of greetings. She was in the group Miriam was with.
“No, last time I saw her she was talking to Clay because she couldn’t get in the VIP section.” she shrugged.
“Thanks,” he nodded.
He watched as Diana and her girlfriend made their way to the dancefloor where the other girls were. The safest bet was to call Miriam. He reached down for his pants pockets and cursed when he only felt his wallet. He checked his jacket pockets and came up empty. Then he remembered Miriam was using his phone to record herself singing to Rihanna.
He surveyed the club, until he saw the back of Neelam’s head. He decided to go and ask her if she’d seen Miriam. She was surrounded by a bunch of influencers laughing at whatever she was telling them.
“I know I should feel bad for telling security to not let her in, but I don’t. You all saw how drunk she got.” Neelam said, tossing back a shot. “I guess the princess can’t hold her alcohol.”
Jack frowned, wondering who she could be talking about. He’d never seen Neelam talk about someone with such bitterness. Like just talking about them, left a bad taste in her mouth.
“Did you see how she was following Jack’s friends? It was sad. She looked like a lost puppy.” some redhead with braids, but shouldn’t be wearing braids said.
Neelam nodded in agreement. “Which is why I had to make sure Jack was as far as possible from her. She holds him back from doing any work because he’s so focused on making sure she’s okay.”
"How long have they been together?" Another influencer asked.
"Surprisingly a few months. I thought they were only going to last at most a month. But I'm pretty sure Jack is only taking advantage of her daddy's money. Why else would he be with her?"
She was talking about Miriam. Jack felt his stomach drop. She didn't deserve to be talked about like she's an entitled brat when she'd the complete opposite of that. Even more so hearing it from someone he thought of as family. Miriam has never done anything to Neelam that he knows of, and if something happened, he would have found out and sorted it out.
Jack sighed. He needed a minute to cool off before confronting Neelam. He made a beeline to a small room when he was stopped by his younger brother.
"Dude, I've been calling your ass for the past hour!" Clay yelled at him.
"I forgot it in my car. Have you seen Miriam?" He asked his little brother, hoping he knew where she'd wandered off to.
"I took her home. I lost her when I went to look for you because she said she was taken off the VIP list. Then Monét and I found her outside crying. Mom was pissed when she saw us bring her home without you. But Miriam, in her drunk state, was able to convince her that she was just tired and wanted to get some rest and that you asked me to bring her home because you were busy. So expect a lecture tomorrow."
"Thanks man. I owe you." Jack said, handing him a hundred dollar bill. "For your troubles."
"Keep it," Clay said, pushing his hand away. “Monét and I are going to dance for a bit before we head back home.”
“Okay, let me know when you leave.”
Jack and Clay fist bumped then went in opposite directions. His eyes met Urban's and he motioned him to follow him. Urban leaned over to the girl that was on all fours shaking ass and let her know that he’ll be right back. He sauntered over to Jack and they made their way to a coat closet.
“If you’re looking for Miriam, Clay told me that he was taking her back to your parents’ place.” Urban said, lighting up a blunt.
“I know, he just told me.” Jack said. He leaned back into a small table and cracked his knuckles. “I’m gonna ask you something, and I need you to be honest with me.”
“Shoot.” his best friend said taking a hit.
“Have you heard Neelam talk shit about Miriam?” he asked.
“Did Miriam finally tell you what happened in Portland? I’m surprised it took her so long to say something.” Urban said, relieved.
Jack frowned, “What happened in Portland?”
“Shit,” he mumbled, “your girl made me pinky promise, but since you already know…so we were in your dressing room before you went on stage, getting my stuff when Neelam went off on her in front of Metta and that one chick you used to fuck. All for a slice of pizza. Miriam didn’t say shit, she just took money out and left it on the table but I gave it back to her.” he got quiet for a few seconds then pointed at Jack remembering another thing, “I also think something happened at Rolling Loud, but I’m not too sure.”
"Jack, what are you doing here? You're supposed to be outside mingling." Neelam said walking in the coat closet.
Urban gave Jack a knowing look and walked out.
"Why did you remove Miriam from the VIP list?" Jack asked Neelam.
"Is that what she told you?" She scoffed. "She probably–"
"I heard you tell your little group of friends."
"You must've heard me wrong."
"Neelam don't lie to me. I also know about the incident that happened in Portland, so save yourself the embarrassment.”
Neelam was quiet, unsure what to say. She’d been caught red handed.
Jack sighed defeatedly, “Why'd you do all that Neelam?”
“I had to! You didn’t know where your priorities were.”
“Are you fucking serious? I know where they are. I’ve been busting my ass doing everything you sign me up for so don't tell me that I’m not doing what I’m supposed to. If you can’t let me have a personal life outside of music, I'll have Chris find someone who does."
"Are you seriously threatening to fire me? Over some girl?" Neelam frowned.
"Miriam isn't some girl, she's my girlfriend." Jack snapped. "You don't have to like her but you should at least respect her."
After a few moments of silence, Jack shook his head and walked out of the coat closet and made his way to his car. He got in and grabbed his phone from the cup holder. It was one in the morning. It was too late for him to go over to his parents’ house to check in on Miriam. So he headed back to the hotel, but he sent his brother and Urban a text before he drove off.
Back at his hotel room he laid awake trying to wrap it around his head why Miriam freaked out. He got that it could have been too soon for him to say it, but it kinda slipped out. Though he didn’t regret it because he truly did love her. As cheesy as it sounded when he pictured himself settling down years down the road with her. He sighed, rolling to his stomach, and let sleep take over.
*
The following morning, he woke up early and drove to his parents’ house. He stopped by Starbucks and got Miriam an iced creme brulee latte because she swore up and down that it tasted like Christmas. He quietly slipped inside the house and followed his mom and Miriam’s laughter, leading him to the kitchen. Miriam sat on the counter, freshly showered in leggings and a cream colored henley top. When she visited with him for the Fourth of July, she went shopping, but couldn't fit any of the stuff she bought in her luggage so Jack emptied out a drawer for her to store her things. As well as some room in his closet.
His mom was the first to notice his presence.
“Hi honey,” she said, turning her back to him to flip some pancakes. “You hungry?”
“Hey, mom.” he said, placing Miriam’s drink in front of her. “And no, I’m good.”
Maggie gave him a look and set a plate of pancakes in front of him. “Eat up.”
Jack knew better than to argue with his mom, so he took the pancakes. He quietly ate as his mom and Miriam cleaned up the kitchen. At some point his mom went upstairs to get ready for work, leaving the couple. When he finished eating, he washed his plate. He awkwardly leaned against the counter while Miriam was on her phone, ignoring him.
“Okay, I’m going to head out. I trust that you’re going to behave?” Maggie said, arching her eyebrow at Jack.
“It’s me mom.” he gestured to himself.
“My point exactly.” she said. She waved to Miriam, “bye darling.”
“Bye Mrs. Harlow.” Miriam said, looking up from her phone.
Maggie gave Jack a knowing look before she left them.
The house was silent, save for the heater’s quiet hums. Jack drummed his fingers against the marble counter waiting for Miriam to say something. Her eyebrows were furrowed together concentrated on her phone. She was probably playing candy crush, stuck on an easy level that really wasn’t easy. Without looking away she reached for her drink and took a long sip.
“Why didn’t you tell me about Portland?” he asked, breaking the silence.
Miriam choked on her drink and grumbled something under her breath, going back to her phone.
“Miriam trying to fucking talk to you.” he said irritably after a few minutes.
“Don’t talk to me like that.” she snapped.
“You always do this, you know. You fucking shut down and I’m the one that has to reach out.”
“I can’t do this.” she sighed.
“Of course you can’t.” he muttered under his breath.
Miriam sighed and went back to his bedroom. She knew she was acting irrationally, but she just couldn’t deal with Jack. Hearing Jack say that brought back memories of that night with him and she thought she had that suppressed.
Her whole body got tense. Her heartbeat was practically beating out of her chest. Her palms felt sweaty and clammy. She felt nauseous, Maggie’s delicious cranberry pancakes were coming back up. She rushed to the bathroom down the hall and dropped to her knees, vomiting everything she ate. She felt Jack’s hand wrap around her damp curls before she leaned forward and threw up again. He rubbed her back as she let out a choked sob.
“I’m so sorry.” she blubbered. “I…I…”
“It’s okay,” Jack said softly, continuing to rub her back.
After a few minutes, Miriam flushed the toilet. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and sat back, leaning against the small cabinet to catch her breath. She stood up and cleaned herself up, brushing her teeth once more. She inhaled deeply and let out a shaky breath.
“You okay?” Jack asked her.
“Yeah, I just had a panic attack.” she shrugged him off. “I just need to get out of the bathroom.”
“Do you want to go outside?”
“No,” she shook her head, “can we go to your room?”
Jack nodded. He led her to his room. His bed was freshly made and her things from the night before were neatly folded on his desk. Miriam took a seat on the edge of his bed, pulling the sleeves of her top over hands and hugged her knees. Jack sat across from her in his desk chair.
“I’m sorry for how I reacted.” Miriam mumbled. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have made you feel bad for saying that…I, um…just had a bad experience with it.” She took a deep breath. “Towards the end of my freshman year this junior started talking to me– we were in the same AP Calc class but no one talked to me because I was a freshman in a class full of seniors and a handful of juniors. But um yeah he started talking to me and I started to really like him. Kat told me to stay away from him and how he’s bad news. But I didn't listen, obviously. He asked me to the homecoming dance but I couldn’t go because I had a soccer tournament, but I was able to go for the winter formal.
I was excited since it was my first dance, but we didn’t make it one hour into the dance. He convinced me to go to some afterparty in Malibu with his football friends. One thing led to another and we had sex in one of the guest rooms. Thinking back, it was a shitty time, but in the moment I felt like I was in the movies. It felt perfect and after that we were cuddling. It felt like the most perfect moment of my life so I said it. He kinda shrugged it off and mumbled ‘yeah me too.’ Then he took me home.
I didn’t talk to him all winter break. Which I reasoned was because my family was in Aspen and his family doing whatever they did. But when school started again, he avoided me until AP Stats. And in front of the whole class he…he said that…”
She blubbered. “He said that he only started talking to me was because Kat rejected him and that fucking me is the closest he’d get to be with her.”
She buried her face into her knees and wept. Jack, not sure what to do, got up from his chair and sat next to her. He rubbed her back but pulled away as she climbed onto his lap and wrapped her arms around him.
Jack held her in his arms. He was pissed at the guy. Miriam doesn’t deserve that. He couldn’t imagine how she must’ve felt. He thought back to that night when she lashed out on him for what her sister sent him. ‘You’re just like everyone else. The lengths they go through to get with my sister.’ she had to have been talking about the guy.
“What’s his name?” Jack asked angrily once Miriam’s cries subsided.
“Conner Jennings, he was supposed to play at USC but they did drug tests and lost his spot.” she said, gently pushing Jack on his back so she could lay on him. She wiped her mocos then laid on his side. “His dad got sued for medical malpractice because he was the one administering his tests.”
“Shit.” he mumbled.
He rolled onto his side so he was facing Miriam. He gently caressed her cheek. “I just want you to know that when I said it, I truly meant it. And I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you know that’s how I feel about you. But I get it if you don’t want me to say it. I want you to be comfortable with me and–”
“No, if you really feel that, I’m not here to stop you from saying it. Just be patient with me. I really do like you and our relationship does mean a lot to me. I just don’t think I’m anywhere close to saying it. I’ve been in some not so great relationships, like there was a time where I accidentally broke up my professor’s marriage.”
“You what?”
“Yeah, but that’s a story for another day, the Conner stuff was a lot to share. My therapist is gonna have fun dissecting this with me after New Years.” she said nonchalantly while playing the cuff of his hoodie. “Anyways, I want you to know that I’m really grateful to have you in my life and I think you’re the best.”
Jack’s cheeks flushed. He lifted his head and leaned forward to give her a quick peck. He pulled Miriam to his chest. They laid in silence, basking in each other's presence.
“You know what I just realized.” Miriam said after a few minutes passed.
“What?” Jack hummed.
“We never had an actual date.”
“We haven’t?” he asked. “What about when we...wait, that was a group thing. There’s also...that was also a group hang out...damn how have we not gone on a date?”
“We’ve been working?” she shrugged.
“When do you fly to Aspen?”
“Tuesday morning, my dad is sending the jet to make sure I get there soon so that our flight crew can make it home to their families.”
“Okay, I’m taking you out before you go.”
“Are you finally taking me to Vincello's?”
Jack’s eyes widened. “VINCELLO’S?! Put some respect on Vincenzo’s.”
*
Saturday marked the last day Jack had his concerts, leaving Sunday and Monday free for the couple to do whatever before Miriam flew out to Aspen. They spent Sunday morning and afternoon with Jack's family and had very delicious dinner with them as well. They were going to go out, but Maggie insisted that Miriam deserved at least one home cooked dinner. After that they headed back to the hotel to get ready for the drive-in theater Jack had rented out for them and his friends to watch the latest Spider-Man movie.
"We have an hour before we have to be at the drive-in, can I show you something real quick?" Jack asked Miriam as he held the door open for her.
"Only if we stop for ice cream first."
"Miriam, it's the fucking middle of December."
"Which means the ice cream won't melt if we leave it in the car." She reasoned.
Jack rolled his eyes and drove into Main Street. He parked along the sidewalk and quickly got out of the car going towards the ice cream parlor while Miriam stayed behind. He came back five minutes later carrying a plastic bag and a milkshake.
“Got you that damn creme brulee cheesecake too.” he muttered, handing her the bag.
“Thanks,” she leaned over and kissed his cheek.
He gripped her headrest as he looked behind him and effortlessly back out of the spot. He rested his hand on Miriam’s thigh while he drove them to an undisclosed location. Fifteen minutes later, they pull up to a gated community. Jack pressed a code and the large gate opened.
The neighborhood reminded Miriam of the one where her parents lived and also the first time Jack dropped her off when she was rideless at Nobu. There were two rows of various gates and fences with no end. They passed four fences when Jack finally pulled up to a house. He got out and used a key to unlock the gate.
“Who’s place is it?” Miriam asked when Jack pulled into the front of the house. “I don’t think my quarter whiteness is gonna save my ass if we get caught trespassing…or is it breaking and entering?”
“We’re gonna be fine. I kinda bought the place.” He waved her off as he held the door open for her. He led her up to the steps and unlocked the front door. “I need a rich person’s opinion first.”
“I’m not rich, my parents are.” she said, following him inside.
“That’s what rich kids say” he deadpanned as he turned on the heater.
He reached for her hand and gave her a tour. The house was huge, almost as big as her parents’ house. In the bottom floor there was a large bedroom (with two walk-in closets, large waterfall shower and jacuzzi in the bathroom), two open areas that can be the dining room and the sitting room, a room the size of a small home office, the kitchen with a walk-in pantry, and a large space for the living room. Meanwhile upstairs there were two bedrooms with bathrooms, and one without, but there was another room connected to a small bathroom. It was also furnished with the basics, but there weren’t any decorations that made the house a home.
“So what do we think?” he asked when they made their way back to the kitchen.
“It’s not my taste but, like, it's cute.” she said with a forced smile.
“It’s aight, I’m thinking of getting everything covered in suede though.” he went on.
He wasn't, he planned on remodeling the whole place. He even had a room for Miriam’s clothes for when she came over and visited. He knew that she wouldn't move in with him, especially so soon. He just wanted to have a space for her to feel comfortable and for her things to be kept safe
"I don't know. A suede kitchen seems kinda like a safety hazard and in the bathrooms it's gonna ruin them." She pushed herself up on the counter kicking her feet up. "Personally I like suede covering my feet. Preferably some Manolo Blahnik over the knee boots."
Jack shook his head, trying to hide his smile. "You're not subtle."
"About?" She asked, innocently.
"You know damn well what."
He placed his hands on her knees and slowly spread her legs open. Jack took a step in between them and caged Miriam in with his arms. He then bent down and kissed her. He felt Miriam’s arms circle around his shoulders, keeping him in place, as their kiss deepened.
Miriam pulled away and unbuttoned the sherpa lined flannel jacket she 'borrowed' from Jack. She placed it on the counter and laid on it. Jack took the hint and followed suit, removing his hoodie. They haven't had sex since the incident in his car. The most they've done were chaste kisses before Jack went on stage to perform. They've been holding out mostly because Jack didn't seem like he was rushing Miriam into having sex. He wanted her to feel safe and comfortable with him, so he was going to take his time with her.
"Bet right now you wished the countertop was suede and not granite." He said, climbing on top of her.
"It's not granite." She said, running her hand against the countertop. "I originally thought it was quartz, but it's marble. Mira there's a few cracks.”
“You’re such a fucking nerd.” he smiled, clmibing over.
“I didn’t know my extensive knowledge of countertops turned you on.” Miriam looked down at the tent in his grey sweats.
“More than you’ll ever know.”
Jack cupped her face and kissed her. Within seconds their kiss got heated. He sat back and pulled off his shirt whilst Miriam did the same and also took off her bra and jeans. He gently pushed back on the flannel and got on top of her, resuming their makeout session. Miriam opened up her legs more so Jack could fit more comfortably.
“I can’t do this.” Jack murmured.
“Oh.” Miriam said quietly. She reached for her bra and top to cover herself. “I thought you wanted to…”
“I do!” he said a little too excitedly. He cleared his throat. “Why do it on the counter, when we have a whole– wait right here.”
Without giving her a chance to respond, Jack grabbed his hoodie and ran outside. A minute or so later, he came back with the blankets they were going to use in the trunk of his car so that they could stay warm and comfortable while they watched the movie. He set them down on the sectional couch and placed a large comforter on top of the dark blue shag rug in front of it. He then placed Miriam’s giant tiger blanket on top of it. Lastly, he turned on the chimney with some of the complimentary firewood he got when he got his keys.
“Is this okay?” Jack asked when finished setting up.
Miriam nodded. “It’s perfect.”
She hopped off the counter and joined him in the living room. They next to each other, both in just their underwear and nervous as fuck to make a move. Jack took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze before kissing her knuckles.
“I love you, Miriam,” He said.
“Te quiero mucho, Jack.” she said in response. “It’s the Spanish version, kind of, like, saying, but not really.”
“I know and I do too.”
Miriam climbed on top of his lap and grabbed his face, bringing it up to kiss him. Instantly, Jack rolled them over so that he was on top. He sat back and shrugged off his hoodie and shirt. He then kicked off his sweats and got on top of her once more, capturing her lips with his. He felt her arms pull him closer to her as they kissed. He used his other hand to pull one of her legs over his waist as he deepened their kiss. Miriam pulled away to catch her breath, giving Jack access to her neck. She whimpered his name when she felt his teeth gently biting her.
Having enough of him on her neck, she pulled him back to her lips. She loosened the grip around his waist and used her thighs to grind into him. Jack groaned in pleasure. What felt like an eternity later, Jack pulled away and kissed down her body. He pulled away from her lips and kissed down to her chest. He tweaked one of her nipples while he nipped and sucked her other breast. Satisfied with the lovebites on her chest, he captured her lips once more. Miriam desperately needed him inside of her. She yearned to have him inside of her.
“Jack.” she said breathlessly. “I need you.”
“On it.” he murmured, making her giggled as he saluted her.
He rolled off her and pushed down his boxers. He knelt in front of her and slowly dragged her panties down. He took her in for a second. He was in awe of her. He couldn’t believe he had the privilege to see her like this.
“You’re so beautiful, Miriam.” he said as he climbed over her. He kissed her shoulder. “You have no idea how much power you hold over me.”
Jack guided his cock over her core, rubbing it with her arousal. Miriam whimpered, quietly begging him to do something other than tease her. With one swift movement he entered her. They both sighed in pleasure.
“You fit me around me so perfectly, like I’m the only one meant for you.” he murmured into her neck.
“Jack please.” Miriam begged him. He did a few shallow thrusts, slowly pulling out and pushing himself back in so she could get used to the stretch. She felt so good around him. After a few minutes he picked up the pace and her moans filled the bedroom.
He tilted her head up so he could kiss her. He stopped his movements, saving her lips on his. He wrapped one of her legs around him, bringing them closer as he took her. Her breath hitched at how good it felt. Jack must have noticed, and continued thrusting in that spot. The familiar feeling came over her once more. Miriam was about to come, and Jack knew it. His thrusts got more precise, hitting where she needed him.
“I’m yours for as long as you want me, Miriam,” he said, pulling out of her then thrusting back in her. He leaned his forehead against hers. “I love you, Miriam. You know that right”
Tears rolled down her cheeks before she choked on a sob. “I know.” She barely managed to say. “I…I love you, Jack.”
*
Ater two more rounds, Jack and Miriam laid in each other's arms watching the chimney.
"I have a confession to make." Jack said, breaking their comfortable silence.
Miriam stiffened. Her heart began to beat quickly and she felt a bit nauseous. Oh no no no no, this can't be happening again. They had just had sex. She told him she loved him. She couldn't relive what happened sophomore year of high school.
"That kinda sounded ominous, didn't it?" He commented, noticing how distant she got.
"A little." She chuckled nervously. She sat up and covered her chest with the large blanket they were sharing.
"My fault." He said, sitting up. He cleared his throat and met her gaze. "I kinda knew who you were when you rolled the stairs at the Chelsea game."
"What do you mean?" she furrowed her eyebrows.
Miriam remembered the first time they met and how embarrassed she was when she missed the last step and fell, and did not roll down the stairs like Jack claimed. She had probably seen him on her twitter timeline a few times, but she never registered that he was that guy.
"I've been following your dad on IG since I was in high school. Every three posts are about you and something you do. And I sorta developed an online crush on you."
"Oh god!" Miriam grimaced. "My dad was literally a Facebook mom when it came to posting about me or my siblings. That’s why my mom hired someone to make his posts.”
“I know he used to make those collages with like eight pictures and a picture in the middle.” he grinned.
“Now he uses all ten slides on instagram to talk about us.” she sighed. She was quiet for a few seconds and placed her head on his shoulder. “How come you never followed me?”
“Knowing you, you would have blocked me.” he said bluntly, earning a snort.
“True, I would have been like ‘ew, why is this dude from Kentucky asking to follow me? Blocked.’” she said.
“You would have blocked me?” Jack gasped, feigning offense.
“Yes, you were some white guy from Kentucky. What did you expect?”
“Not getting blocked.”
“Well good thing that didn’t happen or else I wouldn’t be doing this…” she trailed off. She draped the blanket over her shoulders and kissed down his body, making her way down to his cock. She stroked him a few times then slipped him in her mouth.
Jack slid his hand in the blanket, patting around until he found her hair. “You’re unbelievable. What did I do to deserve you?”
“Not requested to follow me when my dad would post about me.”
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Also shorter ones today… mostly related to our previous replies and posts!
Anonymous asked:
After seeing Eel Floyd with Riddle
AND THOSE BITE MARKS 👀👀👀👀
I gotta know -
Did Floyd slip and slide in Riddle?
Or
Also
Did Riddle magically goldfish form and the two had merman sex???
Honestly I wasn’t thinking about Riddle also becoming a merman, but they absolutely have to have merman sex at some point, otherwise it just isn’t fair (to me) lol
And to answer your first question, yes, there might have been some slipping and sliding in Riddle involved~
Anonymous asked:
re: the gaslighting Jade ask. I randomly stumbled on your blog from other ones, and I literally blocked you because shroudcest triggers me. Ultimately, we are responsible for our own safety. As long as it’s properly marked for (which yours clearly is since I blocked you the second I made a tumblr), really all we can do is filter the things that hurt us out.
(im agreeing with you btw. draw what you want i cant stop you. just feel like i in particular make a point worth mentioning from seeing that. you can answer this or not bc obviously i probably wont see it anyway)
Anon! Whether you see this reply or not, thank you very much for writing this despite having us blocked lol
You really are making a good point, and I am glad that you are taking care of yourself and avoiding uncomfortable stuff. I really encourage it. Thank you for understanding and for approaching this issue with respect.
Have a good day.
Anonymous asked:
Gaslighting IS Jade’s love language. Also mushrooms.
Facts, Anon <3 He doesn’t waste his gaslighting and mushrooms on those he doesn’t find entertaining love!
Anonymous asked:
Honestly I can totally see Cater as the kind of guy that now and then buys a random manga just because the cover looks aesthetically pleasing, although if they are BL they are probably more oriented towards shonen-ai than explicit content. But also he wouldn't really read them because he finds the stories and characters a bit ridiculous (is he a bitter anti-romantic? or maybe his sisters used to collect shojo manga and he associates the love story genre with them?). I bet when he had roommates he had fun leaving one of his manga lying around, just to see people's reaction and go "aw, shoot, you saw it? that's sooo embarassing..." or something like that
To be honest, I can see that too. Cater seems like someone who isn’t all that into anime and manga, but is aware of it enough to recognise that the cover is pretty and that there is something gay inside (he might figure out the latter thing later as he looks inside the book lol). His sisters really could be into it though, so I can see him having certain associations.
lol Cater’s roommates “finding” his manga though… Don’t act so coy, Cater 😭
Anonymous asked:
Goddammit! Idia, you cannot escape me for long, one way or another, your chest will be licked! *shakes fist at the sky*
I love how this is turning into a Looney Tunes cartoon…
Anonymous asked:
Idia doesn’t have nipples. He accidentally shaved them off. Tragic 😔 L in the chat for his nipples.
Damn. I’m afraid I have bad news for the previous Anon.
Anonymous asked:
Do you have any HCs for Neige and/or Chenya?
We do have HCs about Neige/Vil and Chenya/Riddle (1,2)!
Anonymous asked:
It is I, 🐩 anon,
So I got a friend into twst and tell me why her favorite character is goddamn Crowley? I'm currently trying to convert her to Divus supremacy. Enough about this. Let me ask my silly little question.
Is there anything about TWST's story plot that you dislike or wished it was worked on more? Or character you wish were more fleshed out?
Your friend has quite the taste… She is probably a genius of sorts 😔🙏
I feel like I was pretty vocal about it, so I am sorry for talking about it again, but I really didn’t enjoy how Ch2 was handled and Leona in general, to be honest. I wrote a post about my grievances a whole year ago, but my stance didn’t really change. We’ve rewatched the majority of the main story since then, and I thought that maybe with fresh minds and fresh eyes we would enjoy Leona at least to some degree, but unfortunately it didn’t really help. The events don’t really help either…
There might be some other things, but this is the one I think about every time when we talk about the flaws of TWST writing.
Anonymous asked:
what is your notp?
A bunch of Leona ships come to mind, i.e. Leona/Malleus, Leona/Vil, Leona/Idia 🤔 But also a bunch of Trey ships, like Trey/Jade or Rook/Trey…
Anonymous asked:
if you had to go on a date with one of the twst boys who are you picking? i'm picking idia
Idia is a great option, Anon; he would be so uncomfortable and awkward, getting nervous about the smallest inconveniences and whispering “thank god” every time you don’t force him to do something… I would pick him to, but my second option would be Jamil. I think he’s pretty chill.
Katsu would've picked Jade because of course, this is the best pick.
Anonymous asked:
any old fandoms that you feel out of love with?
Can’t think of any, Anon… I feel like we never fall completely out of love with anything, just move on, but there is always an opportunity that we’ll come back at some point. Things like Homestuck are still on our minds constantly lol
There are some titles that we kind of started watching, but then stopped because it wasn’t fully out yet, and since then we kind of lost interest for this thing. And with some of these titles it’s very unlikely that we’ll ever go back, but it’s never 1000% impossible. But then again, it’s not like we loved these titles…
Anonymous asked:
Funfact: The crowley that crowley is named after used to perform sex based magic with men
Damn I hope this is what our Crowley also does. This is his dark secret that is very poorly hidden
Anonymous asked:
I think Riddle would be a really good teacher's pet
Oh he would <3 He is a teacher’s pet.
Ironically, I feel like this makes him a bit boring for Crewel…although it depends…🤔
Anonymous asked:
What is a ship you rarely draw but you love
I don’t draw any of them enough, I love them all! Waaaaah :(
I feel like I don’t draw Sebek/Silver nearly enough for how much we love them, Rook/Epel is also a rare one but we love it, Sebek/Idia could use more love, anything with Jamil too…
Anonymous asked:
Please share with us a full list of the preference of the TWST boys? Top or bottom? I typed up a list for you to use!
Anon, we have a list in our pinned post! But since you’ve typed up a list, I’ll go through the list again :) We also have a post in which we explain our reasoning for each choice, so you can read it too if you’re interested.
Oh! And if you meant some other types of preferences, please let me know. In that case though, we have a list of the boys’ kinks, which isn’t the same thing, but pretty close; so you can read this one too if you want <3
Riddle – bottom
Ace – top
Deuce – bottom
Trey – top
Cater – top
Leona – bottom
Ruggie – top
Jack - top
Azul – top
Floyd – top
Jade – top
Kalim – top
Jamil – bottom
Vil – bottom
Rook – top
Epel – bottom
Idia – bottom
Ortho – top
Malleus– bottom
Sebek – top
Lilia – top
Silver– bottom
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I just wish I was never a fan of her 😭 like the way I got pulled in was, I was attempting to take my English learning journey to a more vocal level yk? Because just grammar rules and spellings aren't gonna help you if you don't listen to spoken English.
And apparantly my friend made a whole playlist of Taylor's song because she listened to English music a lot, and I was blown away by her mediocre writing because again, I was young and a beginner in English.
That led me in a rabbit hole of her lore and when things got bad at home i wasn't allowed internet access so I only had my keypad phone with these downloaded songs so my exposure was limited to the western music world, you know?
And upon googling everyone was talking about how she is and it's Cute that she stalks fans for years and years (!! WTFFF) and invites them to her house if they are "devoted and true" to her (the biggest red flag what the hell).
And you know, i used to also think that everyone who hates her is just because she's a woman and the world doesn't like to see a successful woman. Now apparantly my brain has developed well enough to make judgements on my own and not take everything at face value, I can See everything is just fake about her.
"nobody calls out Ed Sheeran and Burno Mars when they write abt their exes" it's cause they don't revolve everything about themselves around their exes
And a dozen other things can be debunked just in a click if one sits down with their mind open.
It's scary how wide the fandom is and how far they'll go to defend her, remember them romanticising Ma*ty ??? Ewww
I guess depraved "idols" attract depraved people
i saw a post where swifties were dragging Brittany Mahomes or whatever her name is, for doing a campaign with kim kardashian because it goes against swiftie culture. But before that, they were defending her of being a sexual assault apologist saying "it was just an aggressive kiss" like can you imagine how toxic that cult is? I've seen the lines they crossed to defend matty healy and most of them were whites which tell alot itself. I'm so glad for people like you and i and other anons out here who has come out of that web. at least we have our own morals and judgemental process to define what is right and wrong instead of believing everything she potrays with her terrible acting and pr schemes.
and about the ed sheeran and bruno mars topic, can you tell me one name of their exes? At least i can't tell a name, let alone say which song is about whom. it's because they don't make their relationship a public circus like her. the problem with taylor swift is we can exactly tell who she was dating at what point and who the song is about. her own fans jump into this first so why won't media feed into it? it's not her fans' fault either because she has created this marketing strategy of having a parasocial relationship with her fans, so they think they have rights to do so, because they have to defend their pop princess from her villain exes because they hurt her. it's all so ridiculous lol
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I fucking love Versailles no Bara
I make my comeback on tumblr just to say how fucking much I love this anime. It actually belongs to my childhood but only recently I’ve made a serious rewatch/first watch and I was left shocked because it’s so.freaking.deep. I’m just gonna talk and maybe meta (kinda?) randomly. [I didn’t read the manga besides some final chapters]
I fell in love with Oscar x André: childhood friends to lovers, a love story that was born in tragedy and could only end in tragedy.
It blows up my mind that these two have been together but not really together for a whole lifetime. They rely on each other, they trust each other, the bond they share is way too deep to just fall apart even if their hearts and lives just run differently: she’s a noble and he’s not, she was raised as a boy, he has always loved her and she fell in love with Fersen, blindness and tuberculosis as the cherry on top. It took French to start the Revolution for them to be finally together, lmao, and it makes sense! Oscar and André are the embodiment of the French Revolution to me. He goes up against her father, his master, she says fuck off to nobility and her rank in order to follow her ideals... they overcome all of it, always together, just as it all started.
About the Fersen thing, I’d like to add that I do strongly believe Oscar fell in love with Fersen’s way of loving Marie Antoinette, she didn’t really love ‘count Fersen’... like, yes but also not. Fersen saw a human in Marie Antoniette, not a queen, not a royal: he loved her for who she is... Marie Antoinette, the girl he loves. I got the feeling this is exactly what Oscar liked about Fersen. Not a man, not a woman, not a mademoiselle and not a commander: maybe she was just looking for this for herself, not knowing that her most trusted person in the world, her bestfriend, was exactly doing that. It’s the beauty of it all, even if tragic. Actually tragedy hit me so hard that I still need time to process, lol. This anime seriously has a lot of dramatic scenes, not talking about Oscar and Andre’s deaths only obviously...
Marie Antoinette is a good character too, althought I got a lil bit bored when she was the focus; history is history, but she’s written in a way you cannot help but emphatise with her at some point, at the very start especially.
I love the way the parallelism between MA and Oscar was developed through the whole story.
Such a good watch overall. I’d like to rewatch it in japanese sometimes but I’m way too attached to the italian voices of my childhood... anyway I’m so glad I finally found a new anime and characters to love after so much time.
Cannot wait to start coloring some manga panels from VnB!
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Okay so, Saitama. 🧵 And Why I Think He's Still a Lost Character Despite Having This Profound Effect On Other Heroes.
😮💨 Long title, I know. Sorry
I’ve had some nibbling thoughts about him ever since I posted this analysis on how Saitama will be the one to break Tatsumaki’s ‘curse’ in her heart
You can read it here and enjoy my little wall of text regarding possibilities. I enjoyed it a lot and super glad it came into fruition!
BUT I still have doubts when it comes to his character even after the whole recent Manga Chapters.
Up until Chapter 82, I still couldn’t make or break what Saitama’s ordeal was? It seems like he’s impetuous (King’s words) and it honestly seems like he’s coasting through life without any rhyme nor reason (throwback to Chapter 77).
The primary reason he is depressed (according to King and I guess this resonates true to him) is because he thinks that the only goal to be had is to be strong.
You can also see in the whole ordeal at the beginning of Monster Association that he punches problems in the face to solve them. Nothing more nothing less. He isn’t even fucking concerned that the monsters are causing so much havoc to which Fubuki called him out on.
I kinda got annoyed a bit because Saitama brushed off a lot of Fubuki’s concerns regarding the MA rampage. He only acted when he suddenly thought that Garou hasn’t hunted him at ALL. (LOL this was funny though ngl Never change Saitama)
Is this really a hero? Or so I thought.
I read the webcomic and saw the conversation between Garou and Saitama which wasn't in the manga? And I believe here lies the crux of Saitama’s problem. When asked this question, he froze. Why is he a hero?
And when called out that you cannot call Saitama a hero, of course he froze again.
Naturally he plays it off.
Godamnit, he’s a hero FOR FUN. But to be honest, I feel like this affected him to the point that in Chapter 105 (Every Saitatsu’s favorite chapter) Saitama asked Tatsumaki why is she a hero.
He saw himself in her: Bad at making friends, just wanted to connect with others, and doing this hero stuff not for income. But why is she a hero?
Tragically the conversation was cut short (ONE will probably revisit this maybe? Idk)
But to be honest, after this I don't think we ever touched upon this again no?
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hi, re: your post abt how ppl seem to think straight women and bi women want to peg their bfs for the same reasons and other ways that bi women desire men in "non traditional hetero ways", let's say - i literally just saw a vid of a gay guy who was talking to a straight (?) woman going "you don't like it when a guy does gay shit like showing off his nipples or pits, right?" and she nodded in agreement and as a bi woman i was like… mhm can't relate. mind you i only discovered this abt myself fairly recently while thinking about how bi women and gay men's attraction to men might crossover, but anyways!!! good post, thank u for talking about bisexuality in general <3
LMAOOO YEAH! For another example my ma is straight (as in like, has told me multiple times how she wishes she could marry her friends but she's just not attracted to women) and I'm bi, and she thinks seeing cyclists' hairy asscracks is disgusting while I think it's hot. A lot of stuff that I think is hot she disregards as "clearly for gay guys, ew". It's smth I noticed from waaay before I transed my gender lol I just really do think that a lot of bi people, especially bi people who are like More Involved In The Community(tm), will have different-gender attraction more in line with "gay attraction" than "straight attraction", including a bigger interest in stuff like body hair, pits, etc. and a bigger interest in gender non-conformity. Obviously not all bi people are into body hair or into gender non-conformity, but neither are all gay guys or lesbians! I think abt this stuff a lot, it's rlly smth I've noticed that I think gets looked over or outright mocked a lot so I'm glad it also resonated with u lol
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hi izzy!!!!! how was kcon?????? im sad i couldnt go in person this year but i can't wait to watch the replay some time!!
for the ask game: 🎵 + 🎧 + 🌟 for skz please!! <3
omg hi siyuan!! I hope you’re doing alright! 💜🫂 kcon was A-MA-ZING!!! I had the best time this weekend all three concerts were great and I got to see so many ppl and I was happy bc I got to see some acts I wanted to but hadn’t seen yet (wayv, everglow, g-idle) :D
I lost my mind over taemin and cried hahaha but I was also happy to see the boyz again and see the new sub unit omg omg I can’t believe how sexy their song is 😭😭😭 (I also thought of you when I saw jacob and his cute fluffy bucket hat haha) AND itzyyyy I love them so so much I know I HAVE to see them whenever they come on tour again I also enjoyed some of the opening pre-show groups too (I’m so happy I got to see verivery again 🥹🥹🥹 it’s been so long <3333) seeing ateez and skz again tho was also my highlight!! I finally got to see pirate king which made me so happy bc I’ve been an atiny with my mom since debut so it meant a lot! AND I MANIFESTED SUPER BOWL FOR SKZ!! it was all I asked for (my mom and some friends are my witnesses lololol) this kcon I just wanted to see super bowl live and I got it hehehehe 🙈🙈 but I’m so glad I got to see the new title tracks for skz and ateez (s-class and bouncy)
overall I had a lot of fun even tho my mom and I got hit with rain since day 3 concert was in the middle of a storm lololol (eric and chris both told us thank you for coming in the storm and to be safe 🥹) I really had fun this kcon I was sad it was over but I met some nice ppl and had good seats all 3 days down on the first floor it was so cool to be so close on all days 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 I’ll def post some pictures soon once I’ve gone through my videos
I’ll do the game underneath the cut bc I rambled a bit 😂😂 hope you’ve been well siyuan sending you love and hugs
🎵 recommend a song based on your vibe/blog
I think I’ll recommend make me happy by wheein, 19 by skz, and connected by bang chan (I feel like those match my really chills vibes for my blog and also my love for chris LOL)
(also bonus bc I know this isn’t kpop but I think this song goes with the vibe of my blog too but it isn’t kpop so it just gets an honorable mention lol)
🎧 put one of my kpop playlists on shuffle and share the first song that plays
so I don’t have like a big multi kpop playlist anymore (it got too big for my liking 😂) I just assign them to groups (I am trying to make a gg playlist soon tho bc I think it’ll all be better in one playlist) so since you picked skz for the other one I just went to my skz playlist and shuffled it. it gave me circus - kr version hahaha 😂👏🏼 I love circus tbh the mischievous/video game vibes are immaculate for me (the sound in the beginning reminds me a lot of splatoon lol)
🌟 send w/ a group, and I’ll talk about my favorite era, concept, and/or album
thank you for sending skz siyuan!! <3333 so I think my favorite era was god’s menu and maybe maniac era now too. reasons being 2020 skz is one of my favorite years for them, and also they helped me a lot to get through the start of the pandemic. maniac era is my other favorite bc it was the start of my love with the maniac tour (I ended up going to the maniac tour 7 times through 2022-23 and each time it was magical and I’m so happy and blessed I got to see them so many times 🥰)
favorite concept for them I believe is a mix between the apocalyptic stuff they’ve done like side effects and scars (and now social path) and I also love the chill and/or cozy vibes they’ve had in things like fnf, the view, blueprint and tmt and things like that. I like when they do mvs like that a lot
favorite album is hard—and you may know that already—for me but I think again GO LIVE is still my favorite album of theirs and also I’ll mention I Am Who?, ODDINARY, and 5 STAR now
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Note: I've linked StoryGraph summaries of every book to each title. Also, this round-up contains spoilers.
I'm going to take this opportunity to scream about some of my favorite Grace Callaway books:
Her Wanton Wager
(TW: References prior child sexual abuse)
This book immediately proceeds Her Husband's Harlot (my review can be found here). Are you looking for your next bit o' rough gambling hell hero? Grace has got you covered. Persephone (Percy) Fines enters a wager with notorious Gavin Hunt that she will not be seduced during a period of time in exchange for saving her brother from being hunted by Gavin because of his debts. What I wager Hunt doesn't count on is that Percy has basically no sense of self-preservation and (among other things) gets turned on after nearly getting killed lol. Regardless, he's into it. She's into it. We love Percy for it.
The Duke Who Knew Too Much
Never has there been a truer title— Alaric does know too much (sex. He knows sex), and lucky for him, Emma is deeply into that.
There were hints of it in the Mayham in Mayfair series, but this is the series where Grace clearly ventures into kink. This one features a CNC (consensual non-consent) scene between the hero Alaric and another woman that the heroine, Emma, unwittingly walks in on, and then when said woman is found dead later, Emma basically tells the cops what she saw without understanding it was consensual. And the hero's response to prove his innocence... is to kidnap the heroine and take her to a brothel to make her watch a BDSM scene. Also, I think Emma almost accidentally auctions off her virginity at some point?
Anyway if you vibe with this kinda of batshit energy, this is the book for you.
The Lady Who Came in from the Cold
I feel like there needs to be more HR about married couples going Through it, and this one does not disappoint. Marcus and Pandora have happily been married for like 12 years and are *that* Hot Couple, but then Pandora's secret spy past comes back to haunt her, and when Marcus finds out, he's pissed. Cue marital discord and misplaced jealousy/mild slut-shaming. Honestly, I'm glad Pandora took the drastic action (kidnapping) she did to get Marcus back on track. He deserved that. But yeah, this is a good one.
The Viscount Always Knocks Twice
Were you looking for a book that fed your desire for a Lillian Bowman-esque heroine and a Westcliff-esque hero? Look no further than this book. Violet's inauspicious first meeting with the stuffy Lord Carlisle involves her shoving him into a blood-red champagne fountain after he taunted her about her inability to spell. There really isn't much more to spell out: Violet will not be tamed and *hates* Carlisle, Carlisle is a stern stern man who is also deeply repressing his boner for Vi, there's a murder to be solved, so.... it works out great. Obviously.
Olivia and the Masked Duke
(TW: This is an age-gap relationship and Ben knew Livvy since she was a kid and he was older. Nothing inappropriate happened but I know it isn't for everyone)
It's Emma and Alaric's daughter! How full-circle we've come. Livvy is secretly works for a private detective agency called Charlie's Angels Lady Charlotte's Society of Angels. She's also wanted Ben, her older, widowed friend, ever since she saw him spanking another woman in the stables and decided that yes, she wants that. Obviously Ben is running for his life from her (at first) but Livvy will not be deterred, even as she worries marriage will stop her detective work. And her friends (and future heroines) are only encouraging of her pursual and honestly? This is the kind of girl gang shenanigans I live for.
Convergence of Desire by Felicity Niven
(TW: Attempted SA)
I can't say enough about how well-written this book was. The heroine, Harry, is neurodivergent, and while I am not qualified to speak from personal experience, I thought the rep was thoughtfully portrayed. Harry proposes a marriage of convenance to one Lord Drake, so she can continue her mathematical work unhindered (did I get very invested in understanding Fermat's Theorem? yes). Drake is a slutty slutty man who's basically been given carte blanche to have sex with whoever he wants by Harry as long as he doesn't disturb her, but obviously man cracks and starts falling for her pretty fast. There's this funny part in the book where he slowly introduces her to sex, and when she discovers the joys of masturbation, she's like "it's okay I don't need you anymore" and he's SO SAD it's comical. Speaking of sex, this is definitely a slow-burn in terms of that (and love tbh), but honestly? the pay-off is worth it.
Never Seduce a Duke by Vivienne Lorret
This book brought me so much joy (literally, I was laughing and screaming all the while- I could never read it in public), all while being very very romantic. The actual plot borders on ludicrous in the best way, particularly the first half that's a combination of a heist story, road trip, and mistaken identity. The funniest thing is Lucien being convinced Meg is some notorious seductress thief and every time Meg does something relatively innocent he's like "AH HA there she goes trying to SEDUCE ME with her FEMININE WILES". As for Lucien himself, Meg is hopelessly into his scientific approach to seduction which I love for her. The banter and flirting in this book are perfection, and I strongly recommend this book to like, everyone.
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Maroon x Blue Sunday Lovin'
Side Note: This was penned right after the game and debrief with second dad. So yes, late post, yet again.
Was talking to my second dad after getting home as he can still outrun millennials on a full court basketball game. LOL. He even joked that during their time, height is not an advantage. Also, those hey days were spent in no less than Katipunan. He pushed the envelope further saying that he used to watch games live but traffic is just so bad; and he's glad that he didn't get a cardiac arrest live via satellite, too. There goes today's game debriefing. Later, I slid a note about how maroon mixes so well with blue. Ang ganda. Parang kumikinang siya sa mata ko.
Meanwhile, a friend who is a legit UAAP fan slid a DM asking since when I became a fan. This is a really funny story, sobrang babaw to be precise. Back in college I sighed over the thought of going to a game to represent your school in UAAP basketball. It's like a euphoric pill I can not swallow because I am but an outsider. One of the reasons why I commute from Las Pinas to Diliman is because I wanted to watch a game live and to cheer for my school. HAHAHAHAHHA. Never mind that I'm but a graduate school student with 36 units down and a thesis that's left to rot. Never mind that I still feel like an outsider. There's something about this little dream turned reality that makes me really giddy.
Going back to second dad... I found an opening to say that blue looks more and more tempting. Of course, he whacked back saying that I already have blue in my blood, only from Leon Guinto. UGH. And that, my LS dream will just turn my heart black. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. He reminded me that he gave it a try himself and that I just need to focus on my digital game. LOL. Eto na naman po kami ng second dad ko. Nagde-debate na naman na akala mo totoong anak niya ako. JUSQ. I knew what he means naman. But, I didn't back down saying that since I'm dabbling with AI, I'm wondering if using it in LS will make things better and faster.
One of the things I shared to him was that I'd most likely fail the exam. He said: Panigurado papasa ka. I was taken aback since I feel like I'm so clunky and can be labelled as sakto lang in all things I do. Ang bitbit ko lang is my intention, thus being intentional. (Redundancy is the key to me. CHZ.)
So, what's my take on today's game?
Hindi ako pikon. Start pa lang, I said sana matawid ng UP pero I have a hunch this would either be a close and tough fight OR we'll go home without the bacon.
Also, ang ganda ng galaw ng Katips. Pero, and weird lang din ng mga tawag. Unli freethrow Sunday po tayo, ladies and chemenemen. In fairness, may certain certainty bawat bitaw ng Blue Eagles. 'Yung tipong humihinga muna, sisipat, saka babato. Dagdagan mo pa ng dasal na may Jesuit vibe 'yan. I even saw a few female lolas na nag-antanda bago mag-game. HAHAHAHA. Heswita pong tunay. Tabi na agad Maroons. LOL.
UP naman today parang more of instincts and tactics. LOLOLLOLLOLLOLL. Sorry but true. This is only the second live game I watched. The first is the UP-Ateneo final game a few years back. I don't follow UAAP in general unlike my college days. Wala lang. Gusto ko lang talaga salpukan ng maroon and blue. Ganda. Visual appeal: 1000000. The stark contrast is such a vibe. The cool blues and the heated maroons.
Lemme add that the school hymns and cheers actually show that legit stark contrast. 'Yung Maroons, very high horse na emotionally packed. Medyo bordering na ng you can't sit with us. Ganun din naman Blue Eagles kaso mas subtle and mas brainy and poetic. LOL. Gets ba? Same alley but different store fronts and merchs. EMS. Me to myself: UP pa U-U-U pa kayo, U-WI tuloy tayo neto. Hahahaha. Also me: Buti na lang nanalo Katips para choosing the school won't need a spoonful of sugar that night. Also me ulit: Win or lose, it's maroon I CHZ. Tabi.
I won't go down the commentary route because that's not my cup of tea. My voice is raspy because it's just so nice to let loose after so much work and personal stuff that's happening. I just need a distraction. Watching games live is an experience on its own. Parang may pasavogue and of course, seeing the asses of players who perform is cute; walang pagnanasa. Saka, true pa rin, napapansin ko lang players kapag may silbi sila sa game like my super crush LA Tenorio. Mula noon, hanggang ngayon. Masipag. Maangas. Grounded. Magaling mag-English and Tagalog. Simple pero bumabaon. Ganern. 'Di ko sure if perky ba ass niya kasi ilong niya nakikita kong nauuna e. LOL.
BTW, I saw the shushing up close. In fairness to the Atenistas, unbothered. ALAVEETTTT. 'Yan ang isang strength nila. Tahimik lang pero 'pag may magandang play, they babble. CHZ. And it's so fun to be near the side of Ateneo, too. Nag-sorry pa 'yung girl sa unahan ko nung natalo. I replied naman that deserving sa win and that it's just a game. She smiled back. Hihihihihihihi.
I wanna see UP and Ateneo in the finals!!!
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About me?
Honestly idk why i suddenly thought about writing all this here but ig maybe??? i could find the root causes of my mental health? idk
Sooo umm It all started when i was 11, back in 2011 when my Mom's father kicked us out basically. I dont really have a father, i mean i do but hes not really there. My mother married him out of family pressure and that didnt end well. He had severe anger issues and was always jealous that my mom earned more than him. male ego ew. He wanted mom to leave her job and be a houswife with a lot of restrictions but thankfully my mom stood up for herself and they were living seperately. They never lived together tbh. my father was from another city and my mom didnt move there due to obvious reasons. so anyway yeah back to the story. So when we were basically homeless, we rented a house . glad my house had a good gov job so we could afford it. It was during summer holidays right after my 6th grade when everything started affecting me mentally. I would stay home alone all day, no tv , no phone , no colony friends it was very lonely. Weird thoughts kept coming in my mind it was a devils house lmaoo. Plus the family fights and stuff were taking a huge toll on me. I didnt share this with my school friends back then prolly because i was embarrassed or because i didn't find the need to? I did'nt know how to behave with people. i started getting aggressive about a lot of things and my friends left me for that. Later i realised and apologized for my behavior and got them back.
anyway so back when i was in my grandfathers house, we were a joint family0. my grandmother, granfather, mother and her brother and sister and i. There were fights almost everyday but later when my aunt and mama got married the fights got more intense. i used to run up to the terrace to avoid all the shouting. I think thats one of the reaons why i get so worked up when i hear people yelling. trauma?.
anywayyyy so everything started effecting my studies and my acadmeics went to hell. i love my mom but back then she'd say all these mean things to me like "Why were you even born" "you're so useless" honestly i dont remember now but yeah that also affected me a lot mentally that i started self harming. It was out of curiosity at first but then i got addicted. The physical pain made the mental pain feel less. I self harmed almost everyday. it was like a drug to me. When my friends found out about it because i used to cut my hand like the whole hand, i started cutting my leg, It hurt a lot, sometimes i couldnt even walk. i just wish id bleed to death or something. Family and bad academics made everything worse. and as a cherry on top, something happened in school. Everyone thought i was a liar and it was like everywhere i went, people spoke bad about me that i dreaded going to school. Anyway this self harming continued till 2016 November ig? (i started in 2013) i self harmed in the hostel as well lol until.. until my ex best friend cum my roommate tried to end her life. It was scary. She left school but i kept thinking about it. Somehow that made me stop trying to kill myself for a while and completely stop self harming. I used to have a lot of anxiety attacks without knowing they were anxiety attacks.
anyway this even worsened during my bachelors. My depression and anxiety got very severe. Not just mentally but also physically. The chest pains, the body pains, the nausea and fatigue, the constant tiredness and fear. I completely failed academics which in return increased my anxiety. I felt so hopeless and useless beacuse i was good at nothing. It took me 5 years to graduate a 4-year bachelors degree with 34 backlogs and numerous failed suicide attempts. i wasnt even that brave to hang myself or jump off but but it was mostly over doing my anti-depressants. oh yeah i went tp therapy, that guy saw my self hard scars and told my mom. fuck. anyway mom was worried. also i'm glad she never told me anything about my academics she never made me feel like a failure im very glad. Shes always encouraging. I feel selfish that i tried to end myself when im the only one left for mom but i couldnt and cant help it. Im sorry mom you obviously deserve a better kid. A much better kid. So ummm yeah after graduating and leaving therapy because the meds werent working i started feeling a bit better? the anxiety and depression went down or maybe i just learned how to live with it. it was already 2022 which means 11 years of depression. i think anxiety came along in 2016? honestly idk but ik i started treating it as a part of me, i accepted it and it did help me. It doesnt effect my daily routine because ive learnt to live with it.
anyway so about my father, he kept visiting from time to time. at first it was every month, then it became once in 2 , 3 ,4 ,5 . Its not like he cared. He never helped us emotionally or financially, Even when my mom was hospitalised and had a surgery in 2013, he didnt come to see. He only visited when he wanted to. My mom went througha lot because society talks yk? she basically a single mom and its hard to live in this stupid country like that. People talk shit about you. Anyway it took me 16 years to realise that my "father" never really cared. I started despising him and even his presence (once in a year) gave me the icks. His family also always spoke bad about my mother including himself ig. I didnt know how to asnwer people when they asked about him. okay so anyway he came home last year (2022) and i had to kick him out because it was becoming suffocating for me and mom. mostly mom so i did it for her. I said some rude things to him so that he wont come again and trust me i feel shit but yeah he deserved. And he came home on my bday early this year (jan). I still remember the way my heart dropped seeing him.I hate birthdsys because of this. I had to kick him out again. Again people talk. No one sees his mistakes , how he never called or gave a fuck about us. they only see how we kicked him out. I hate him . and then later i got to know that he also tried to ummm hchoke my mom back in 2003? when we went to visit him. I was there. i have a vivid image in my head that i can never forget. Theres also some secret that my mom and grandfather are keeping from me. idk if ill ever know about it . He prolly has another family maybe? idk p maybe its something worse. anyway thanks to him i cant look at any other man without thinking of him now.
yeah so now back to me. I ruined my life. idk if it can repaired. I'm trying to do my masters. I have applied to some collges in australia and one of them rejected me. my cgpa is 6.2 and i have 34 backlogs with no work exp so its hard, All i want to do is die because i cannot take this anymore. I dont try to kill myself anymore but i wish i could.
All of my friends have jobs or are doing their masters. what am i doing? i know i ahouldnt compare myself but do you think its easy? Everyone out there is indepedant already and im nothing? Its very embarassing and hard. The time is ticking like a time bomb and im terrified.
i need to get away from this place. I need to heal and i just need anothee chance from life where i could repair myself and move forward. I will never be able to move on if im here. There's a lot of pain and trauma here. ISTG if it doesnt work out, i might really do something to myself, i will shut myslef comepletely and just wait till i die.
ill add more things if i remember, now i have cramps on my fingers bye
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I'm agreeing with you so much on CM S16. From Garvez to needing more episodes. I honestly just assumed Garvez was more BFFs like she was with Morgan. I don't really know if the show would change up the group dynamic anyway and have couples in the core team??
yeah exactly! and I'm only mentioning it so often (a bit too often tbh haha) because before I got to evolution, I tried to avoid spoilers, but I still saw some things and most of what I saw were people talking about Garvez and complained about them not being together, and about Reid's absence lol
Penelope's dynamic with Luke is so different from Morgan, but both are soooo good - Morgan and Garcia are still ma absolute fave duo - and romance would just ruin it (I was so happy about her and Morgan being just friends, it was so refreshing to see haha)
yeah, the group dynamics are so good, they really shouldn't ever change it - like I keep saying: this show is built on platonic and almost familial relationships, there's no need for romance between core team - like, legit, this is probably the only show where I don't even have any romantic ships between the main characters 😂
(I also absolutely hated the little subplot they tried to pull with Reid and JJ in s14/15 it was such bullshit and it made one of the best friendships and dynamics a bit awkward for a minute there haha so I'm kinda scared they'd try to pull that bullshit again 😂)
as for more episodes, for real, there's so much more tension and it feels more... earned? I guess, idk lol, when the "big" bad guy's plot is more spread out in between other cases, and not packed into 10 consecutive episodes haha
Thanks for the ask, so glad I'm not alone thinking this haha
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✨💜Happy Birthday Taehyung-ah!!!!! And Happy New Year Bangtan and ARMY💜✨
Hahaha this is the last letter of the year. And let’s go out well, right? Yeah! I will be waiting for y’all in 2023. I am wishing the best for our HOBI as well. I will be rooting for him from afar! Let’s end the year well with Hobi kicking the new year off for us. Yeah! Get it HOBI. LEAD US INTO A PROSPEROUS YEAR. 🤟🤟🤟🤟But, first 🎉HAPPY 27/28th BIRTHDAY TO OUR KIM TAEHYUNG!!🐻🎉 We made it to the end of another year with you. I am happy that you are in good health but also that you were born. Thank you for your presence. You did well. 💪🔥🔥🔥🔥 Let’s party party yeah! Lol Well at least here we will haha But, how has your day been? I cleared out my space and let go of many things. Both physically and mentally. I spent a couple of days concentrating and focusing on what I did this year and what I want to work on and I feel at peace. But I’m ready to kick some serious butt!😈 I feel soft but with a fire that is less uncontrollable and more driven towards one target lol I smell something cooking and it smells delicious. Hehe 😉 lol this is figurative but yeah. The theme of this 2023 year is finally seeing what I am, who I am, and what I can do, but walking in silence in a different sense. There is power in no one seeing me but just me seeing me. My passion is for me and I just want me to see it lol I feel like I always got too excited to share what I did and what I wanted to do and I wanted to understand that feeling and I noticed I want to keep it to myself now and at the end of the year I will speak about it. I don’t even want to show my progress I just want to keep going and going. Lol it’s a solitude and peaceful type of year but with a lot of work in the background and I like that thought. 😊 But, I hope everyone can find their vibe for the year. 😎 But, let’s carry on the festivities or your birthday, si. Lol
Let me get to your gifts Tae Tae!!!! Ahhhh!!! For this year I was inspired by your Paris pictures in the past and through the years and I then went into French pop music and looked into what my sister was into and my friend Ana because they learned French in high school but my sister doesn’t speak it as much these days but Ana knew how to speak it lol I looked at French artists and different types of vinyl and a light shined brightly on Françoise Hardy and her album Ma Jeunesse Fout Le Camp. I went down this hole and I love her music so much!!! I got the vinyl for her album and her pictures lit up something in me and I did some photos with edits that looked like that out of a vinyl cover. I added this vintage grainy overlay on some photos to give it that look and ahhh!!! Thank you for inspiring me. 😭✨ I hope everyone can enjoy those photos haha I tried to give as many visuals as possible and face cards lol in honor of your visuals. The Capricorn rising in me rose up and took over lmaoo I was like, “Channel vintage Kim Tae Tae Jenn” I was focusing hard.😂😂😂 the term “face card” is like a slang term for a face that is giving visuals, and never slips. Lol I slip but tried not to that day for these photos. Haha Capricorn club, UNITE!!!✊🔥 Let’s go Taehyung lol GOATS 4 LIFE. Lol 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 But, the theme was RETRO and vintage vinyl cover. 🙂
Oh and Taehyung-ah I saw and listened to your IT’S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS cover and TANNNNNIEEEEEE😭 I’m out like knocked out from the cuteness. My heart. But, I am glad to have seen an update on the cutie.😭😭😭😭 ahhhhhh! The cover is beautiful and you are sounding just like Bing Crosby lol It’s lovely. 🙌 Thank you for the gift and also to Jimin for his drawing.🥰 Y’all cute. 💕95 line is out here snatching hearts lol
For the origami portion, yes it is also a surprise but I think if you guess you will have already guessed right about what I folded for you lol it’s so cute but I only did one origami because I wanted to be even more intuitive with it and keep it simple and my heart just said “go for that one” and so I did and I love it.🤎I hope you can make a wish with it and that it can come true. ✨
Before I get into the playlist hehe I wish to take this moment in the letter to speak about quotes from your current weverse interview. Taehyung-ah LET’S JUMP IN lol:
-“If you like something for a long time, that feeling sort of intensifies, and whenever I like something, I end up doing something about it.” This is a very bold statement. I dig it. For me, I have to love something to do something about it lol I go on by what lights me up the most and I have to have that feeling of love that it’s almost euphoric and I have to chase it down and go for it. It’s not that it intensifies for me but that intensity is already there at first listen touch or encounter. That’s how I have been about most things in my life at least the things that have stayed as long as now. Music was like that for me because I loved the way it made me feel and it made me move and sing and speak. As a kid, I didn’t know why I felt like moving a certain way or just why I felt the need to sing a specific tune. I just keep doing it more and more and I enjoy it even now. I’m impulsive by nature so it hits differently. You have more of a slow simmer that is passionate over time. You enjoy devouring the moment while I gulp it down. both have a satisfying ending but they hit differently lol I think everyone has their vibe and I enjoy hearing others' perspectives.
-“I can show off my personal flair on that account. I don’t think I need to worry what other people think about it.” I love this for you. 😇👏👏👏👏👏 That last part was hot. Lol Yeah, at the end of the day we are tiny specks living on a floating rock at least that is what Keanu Reeves taught me lol so what you post is yours to enjoy and what other people have to say doesn’t really matter when we are just all out here living trying to be ourselves and learning through that process.
-“It all depends on who I am that day. Whatever I’m doing, it’s up to whoever I am that day to make the judgment call.” This is the most Aries moon thing you have ever said lol 😂 It just depends on how the world and people try you that day that they will get the same energy back because we reciprocate what is given back to us lol It’s the Ram way 🔥 This is why Ram people are also mysterious. You will never know who we really are or how we feel unless we feel it right and trust the occasion or people to say so and we just go each day by matching energy and nothing more or less unless there is more or less given to us. Like we can know so much more than we lead on but make you feel like we know nothing lol it just depends on how you move around us and make us feel haha I feel seen with what you said here Taehyung. Lol I can’t with the judgment call part because yessssss.👏👏👏👏
-“And I don’t edit them, either. Because if I did, they wouldn’t be me anymore. I tend to leave the photos just as they are with an unpolished feel.” I think it’s really nice to have this being said by someone whose line of work is in the public eye and being looked at visually almost 24/7 by many. I love that you stood up and said you are fine not editing your body because you don’t want to and you like letting the unpolished sides shine. It’s ironic when I say that but I think that you don’t have to have light to always shine. It is the actions no one sees or notices that shine the most. This is one of those actions. You are stepping up and normalizing self-love in this form. 💜 Props. I agreed with the lighting part too lol I only ever edit the saturation and lights on photos but no photoshop or any of that. I think photoshop is complicated and I said this before but I’m too lazy to figure that out I only know how to crop the background and that’s because Canva has a tool that does it for you automatically lol also I would like to sleep comfortably at night knowing that if I ever met people they get me from my photos and not someone else. If y’all can be as open in photos with us I want to be with y’all too. 😇
-“I don’t really put too much thought into it.” Yes. One thing at a time and one minute at a time lol 😂 I know you meant this about your posts and photos but this is a generally relatable thought for me. I don’t put much thought into my every day. Like I have a blueprint in my mind of something I can follow but I end up getting it done in the most obscure ways lol but things get done. 👍 I learned I’m not a planner. I’m sure as hell an organizer but not a planner and they are two different things. I work best by going what calls to me and I get it done well and not because I planned specific times to do them lol I can’t follow specific timings unless it’s something like an appointment or flight. Lol I stopped using planners because of that too I could never finish a planner because they don’t work for me. I got my mind, my sticky notes, and a chalkboard and that’s how I tackle everything in my day lol I color coordinate my important tasks and tackle them one at a time by how I feel to do them.
-“I tend to jump on things as soon as I am hooked.” Hehe this contradicts your first statement lol but it makes sense. I noticed a lot through the years that you engaged in many different interests and you enjoyed them because you went into them because you felt like it at those times. Like with your saxophone, then your trumpet, then drawing, golfing, photography, and even painting. You love life by going to what calls to you and I can see how that ties up with your last statement of wanting to be someone who can engage in anything and do well at it. 😌
-“I love the freedom that allows one person to get one thing from what I do while someone else gets a different feeling. I find it interesting to see other people make different images of me in their imagination based on the way I express myself.” This is beautifully said.✨You remind me of Leonardo da Vinci. He is also a Ram homie born on April 15 hehe Aries alumni is straight fire but people know him because of the painting he did, Mona Lisa. However what people don’t know so much is that he explored many subjects and was also an engineer, sculptor, architect, botanist, and scientist. He contributed to all those fields with his curiosity and studies and has a lot to show for it. Does anyone really know who he was beyond just being a painter? Not really. His findings in all those fields he studied contributed to a lot for this day and age but he never gave himself fully away. You make me think of that sentiment. They do say that great minds think alike. Hehe You are on to something here, honey. 😉
-“Everyone has a different idea about what it means to be free, but I think my idea of freedom is a little more free than—compared to other people’s. I would want my movie to be one that conveys that sense of freedom all at once.” What is your idea of freedom in all its capacity? I wonder. I feel like these days it’s hard to really add meaning to it because there is such a thing as finding freedom but it is still constricted within people because of the environment and people they are influenced by. A person can have everything, the freedom to live the way they want, to live anywhere, to love who they want, and even do what they love but will they fully embrace it even if the world sees and doesn’t agree? If you can’t I don’t think that’s freedom. You are still bound by something if you can’t embrace it without a care. To be fully free to me is to embrace what you love, who you love, what you hope, what you really think, what you value, and what you do, and allow it to be out there so far into the depths of the world that when anyone wants to make it the subject of a discussion you have no fear but to speak of it in bravery because you know it’s your life and you honor it as such to not run from defending it all costs. It’s not about making someone understand but for them to get that no opinion can taint the beauty of what you created to be yours and yours only. I like that sentiment. 🥰You brought up a lovely point Taehyung. Thank you.
-“I’m not sure what people think of my songs because I can’t be there with them.” 😭 I’m so glad I do videos now. Because when your music comes out whenever you choose to let it out you will know and feel how I feel about them. 😭It will be like you are there with me. Lol But, it’s understandable if you mean in a real sense that it isn’t fully possible to grasp that feeling and thought of how people really feel about your music because it hits differently for everyone. It would be awesome if people created technology where people can actually feel each other through emotions lol I think people would cry because it would be like someone seeing themselves through their loved one like the POV would be insane to feel through someone. Lol that’s some deep stuff to work with but an interesting experience. I also feel that most people really don’t know how much they are dear and loved by certain people and that type of experience would make people's bonds stronger. 😭
-“I feel like I want to be as objective as I can be with myself when it comes to the songs I make.” This is really the “Unwanted and unnecessary opinions don’t matter” era and I am digging it lol YES, KIM TAEHYUNG I think you are channeling the fire in you more these days lol let’s goooooo! Isn’t it nice to be part fire element lol Fire is nice because people think we fear chaos when we have been born into it since day 1 lmaoo we handle chaos lol Fire doesn’t burn fire lol it just makes more 😂 So an opinion here and there doesn’t burn, it just stings and goes away if it doesn’t help lol It’s just a matter of if you can’t handle the fire stay out of our kitchens lol because something is cooking each time in our kitchens. You either cook with us or you can’t sit with us. Lol And by this I mean, ride the chaos with us or sit it out. You don’t have to understand it but I have mad respect for those who still come with me for the ride. I mean it.😂 But, I love that you are protective of what you are cooking in your kitchen Tae and I mean your music. Do you. I will have fun enjoying and going on this ride with you and ARMY let’s freaking go!🔥🔥🔥🔥
-“… I hope you can tell both my voice and the entire atmosphere of the songs are taking on a deeper emotional power. It’s one of the most important goals I’ve ever tried to achieve.” Compared to your cover of Adele’s Someone Like You to your cover of Hug Me to Stigma to Singularity to 4 O’CLOCK to Scenery to Winter Bear it is insane how you kept that depth but managed to change it in emotion each time for all the tracks you covered and even created. Your voice is soulful not only because it gives that sound but because of the emotion you evoke with those pipes you have. 😭👍 And by pipes I mean your vocals. For something to move me as a listener of music, something has to give me that engagement of chills for me to want to sing it. The lyrics are one thing and the sound and melody are another but I need to feel that passion and that story coming from that voice like it is something they have been wanting to say but no one is listening. Something that I feel that I am not just hearing but is also making me listen for the first time. Your voice is like that. You are giving me a story, not just a sound. I can feel the frustrations and effort in your tone and feeling even if it doesn’t come out that way as a general thought. That’s emotional power. I feel that in a lot of artists I listen to and that’s why I also listen to their tracks. It’s not just a nice ballad, track, or pop song it’s like their story being in that tone in that emotion coming out of their voice. I feel it and I love it. I think you have achieved it. 👍
-“…my idea of a spring day was sort of like the sky clearing up after overcoming a chilly, melancholy feeling? It was a feeling like we’re going to have good days ahead, somehow.” When you brought up Namjoon’s image of winter still in the air and the image of a sky before it’s cleared up it really adds up well with yours because Spring Day is not thee Queen for no reason. It is dubbed in high regard amongst all of us ARMY because it's that song that adds both those elements you both brought up into one single track. Spring Day is the freaking standard and more lol You get the sentiment of dreading a dry and cold winter as if it will never pass and you long for better and clearer days but the end makes you feel that the better days are ahead. It's a track that is a safe space to validate your sadness and frustrations but also reminds you that you need to get up and keep moving because staying in a winter painting won’t create or bring the spring day you are meant to see and feel outside of that still life canvas. It always told me that it’s okay to be still but you also need to get up and walk on your own. It’s cold now but you are a human and you naturally carry warmth. You will always attract warmth and light no matter what and you have to trust that. That hopefulness is there. I think that is conveyed in the track and vocals of it and that’s why it is loved so dearly and your vision with Namjoon’s really did that justice. 🙏
-“So, while I could become something that can be explained, I don’t really think I absolutely need to.” This one is my favorite quote from all of these. I think this is individuality at its purest. When you just are undefined and not trying so hard to be undefined. It’s not about uniqueness but that no one can ever put a word or definition to you no matter what you do. You just are. You are being. You are living as you naturally are because you are choosing to live as you are. This one is one for my quote books. 🤓📝 Also, when you talked about being a tree it reminded me of Namjoon’s quote about being a tree with many branches through our life experiences and how when we get to our 30s and 40s maybe we can be a giant tree with many leaves. I love it.
-“So I think I shouldn’t get hung up on things I need to get rid of and just get rid of them, get the things I need to get, and make sure I make the things I need to make.” This is like a little reminder I think we all need for the end of this year and for the next year. Get rid of what no longer serves you physically, mentally, and emotionally and make space spiritually for what you know you deserve and are worthy of. Keeping what no longer deserves you or helps you are impeding what is meant to come towards you. It’s okay to let go. You are not a bad person for doing so. It’s time to get all our pollitos in order 🐥 lol if one baby pollito is out of line then the whole line messes up and your pollitos will get lost. Lol think of it that way. Jimin would be proud of you if you kept all your Pollito’s together and he will be even more proud if you are taking care of yourself properly. 😭 I love you too, Jimin. 😘Remember, If one thing is amiss in your life, call it out and figure out why and adjust it. It only takes one domino to fall for the rest to do so too. Don’t fumble all the areas in your life that need attention. Lol
-“I want to create so many different personas that there’s thousands of versions of myself out there and I can become the kind of person who has a new me good enough to do something different every day.” Your interview ended on a lovely note here Tae Tae. I support your ultimate dream. I hope that this year as well, Bangtan and ARMY, and you too can add a little more to your lives so you can be one step closer to your own ultimate goals and dreams. 🥳 I use to think that I wanted to know about everything because when I got anxious I literally made it my mission to know about many different things just in case I ever had a scenario where I would need to know certain information. Lol But, I like that because of my anxiety at least one good thing came out of it and that is that I opened my world to many different things and I know random things because of that. I am not the best at just one thing, I can just be good at a lot of things and I like that. I am not aiming to be the best. I am aiming at knowing how to do a lot of things at least somewhat well enough for it to aid me if I ever need it. You know I once bought a ton of books on herbal and plant medicine because I feared scarcity of food and the apocalypse lol I wanted to know holistic means to survive and I ended up learning a lot about different teas and ways they aid the body and even bloating. I learned a lot about mint and ginger. But long story short this is an example of what I mean lol but I grew to respect holistic medicine because of it. But I still have the books and I have more to read lol I have to say that anxiety can be scary at times but when you can get to a place of it not controlling you, you kind of become thankful for the new skills it brings to light in you especially survival. A person who is anxious has a different mind than one who hasn’t been or isn’t so the perspectives are different and I love that I can think differently because of it. I have grown to love that part of me after a while. I hope you can also love that you have the capability to pick something up and enjoy it and learn something new in the process. I think it’s awesome. 💜Learning is truly a gift.
To end this last letter of the year let me finish with the playlist. I created the photos with lyrics and the cover for your playlist based on Sara Bareilles's album LITTLE VOICE and it was awesome to recreate in my own way. Lol I got to use a label maker for once haha with a portable radio and I hope y’all can enjoy that. I was stoked and always wanted to try it out. The theme for the tracks is less of what I heard this month and more of what I learned to enjoy with your influence and that is with jazz and slight Bossanova music lol I listened to different artists and albums again and some new and this playlist is a reflection of spending an evening with me and my jazz picks and just chilling, ignoring the world, sipping on wine or whatever drink comforts you after a long day, and laying down, taking a bath, stargazing, sitting by a nice fire, and even just taking a nice walk at night. This playlist is all mostly jazz and Bossanova inspired hehe I love it. There is Spanish jazz in there as well with some French and Korean too and it is lovely. I wanted to give y’all some comfort in honor of the comfort you have given us all Taehyung. ✨ especially with your presence and music. Your parents brought a lovely cinnamon bun into this world and I’m glad you are here. Lol I will say that hands down I fell so hard for BETTY CARTER. 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I wanted to add more tracks of hers in here but it would overflow lol I dig her music and ahhh it was hard to pick even just two to add here but I did. Lol BEWARE MY HEART is one of my favorites and it made me feel some type of way.😭 I felt like I was alone in a bar just in my feelings sipping on my cranberry on the rocks lol 😂 I hope you can feel my imagery too. Haha it’s just lovely and it hits so well. I love it. Melody Gardot is also just precious and I love the heck out of FROM PARIS WITH LOVE. Just beautiful. 👏😌 IF YOU LOVE ME is also top tier. Haha these lyrics tho: “If you love me, let me know/ tell my heart which way to go/ come in close but come in slowly, now/ if you love me let me know/ other hearts may fly away but my hope is that you’ll stay we’re two weary hearts aglow now.” So cute. 🥰 it set the mood while I was winding down at night. Harry Connick, Jr. is also in here too I dig his music and have for a while and I got to listen to his older albums and I found two I loved so much. I love the lyrics to I’VE GOT S GREAT IDEA. Hehe I love these lyrics:”Ideas are few and far between/ And good ideas are rarer still/ so listen and be wise/ just forget the other guys/ ‘cause my idea’s no good for three/ my idea is you and me.” 😁 cute. Magos Herrera is also a gem. I found out about her music and I love her track NECESITO UN SOL it translates to I need the sun or I need a sun. Lol I love these lyrics: “Toma mi nombre, mi silencio y mi cuerpo al revés/Dame un signo, una palabra que me deje ver/ Si pudiera construir/ con mis miedos/ un ramo de flores/ Lo pondría a tus pies/ pa'convertirlo en un jardín de amores/ Necesita luz, no no
Necesito un sol, no no/ Toma mi nombre, mi silencio y mi cuerpo al revés/ Dame un signo, una palabra que me deje ver/ Oh Beautiful, could you be me/ Oh Beautiful, could I be me/ Oh Beautiful, could the world be/ Be me..” it’s just beautiful. The first verses translates to: “take my name, my silence, and my body backward. Give me a sign, one word that lets me see…If I could construct a bouquet of roses out of my fears I would lay it at your feet/ to convert them into a garden of love they need light, no no they need a sun, no no” 😭✨ I have to bring up Françoise Hardy again because I fell so hard for her music too. She is a French artist and she is a vibe. You can play her albums with no skips and just relish your alone time with them and she just makes you feel like you are fine wine. Lol 😂 I love it. I added three different tracks of hers. Ahhhh. I also love Veronica Swift like damn her voice is just chef’s kiss. GETTING TO KNOW YOU is one of my favorites from her. These lyrics are nice: “Getting to know you/ getting to know all about you/ getting to like you/ getting to hope you like me/ getting to know you/ putting it my way/ but nicely/ you are precisely my cup of tea…haven’t you noticed/ suddenly I’m bright and breezy?/ because of all the beautiful and new/ things I’m learning about you.” This song is for you. 💜🫶 The last track I wanted to bring up is the last one by Sarah Vaughan because she is just GOLD. And this song is just for you too. It’s called DEEP PURPLE and when I heard it and saw the name I felt it was meant for you and I wanted to end it in the sentiment of borahae because you created that new world for us all and I wanted to honor that. SHOUT OUT TO another RAM QUEEN, SARAH VAUGHAN. 🙌These lyrics are love: “When the deep purple falls/ over sleepy garden walls/ and the stars begin twinkle/ in the night/ in the mist of a memory/ you wander all back to me/ breathing my name with a sigh/ in the still of the night/ once again I hold you tight/ tho’ you’re gone your love lives on when the moonlight beams/ and as long as my heart will beat/ sweet lover, we’ll always meet/ here in my deep purple dreams.” 💜😭 I kind of had this imagery of even if we can’t see each other we can still see each other in our dreams. That deep purple dreams line got me lol I love it. I hope everyone can enjoy some of these tracks. They were picked in honor of you Tae and happy listening. Hehe 🎶💝
This is the last goodbye of 2022. Haha 😂 I will see y’all in 2023. FIGHTING HOBI! I made a video telling you this too. Lol but, also FIGHTING BTS, ARMY, AND BTS CREW. let’s go. Remember to be gentle with yourself and get your POLLITOS in order. You got this! You are capable of what you want but start with baby steps and keep going. Don’t rush what is meant for you. Enjoy it. Please have a lovely 🎉TAEHYUNG DAY, V DAY, TAE TAE DAY, TAEHYUNG-AH DAY, CGV DAY LOL, WINTER BEAR DAY, AND KIM TAEHYUNG DAY. 🎉I had to add one with your full name Tae. Lol but, please eat deliciously 🎂🤤and I hope y’all get to enjoy the end of the year as well. 🎊Take care. And thank you once again FOR BEING HERE WITH US TAEHYUNG. During the winter, you are the warmth that reminds us that our spring day is also near. 🌸 WE ALL LOVE YOU. 💜I PURPLE U.💜I just wanted to also say to everyone, thank you for being a part of my life and for being with me this year. I want to take a moment to appreciate you too, my loves. I hope that even my presence and words have given you something to laugh at or had made you feel loved or even seen this year even for a bit. I really love you. *I am blushing cutely* lol bye bye!🤗
With mucho amor,
Your Jennifer ✨💜❄️🌸✌️🐰✌️🌸❄️💜✨
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boys ain't shit. oscar diaz
word count: 2.2k
warnings: swearing, lots of just angst and angry feminist energy and if this doesn't align with your beliefs, feel free to leave!
requested: 'Hey!! First I want to say that you are an amazing writer so talented! So I was wondering if I could request and imagine with spookyxreader and she overhears Oscar speaking about her or something like maybe she is to clingy or anything you think will fit and then she sort of starts to leave him alone does t opposite of what she heard he doesn't like drifts a little he sees the change questions her and she tells him why- and so angst to fluff If you hate please disregard And thanks anyway ❤️'
a/n: thank you for this lovely request, i only apologise that it took me so long to write! but i'm also glad it did because i kept re-writing this over and over again and it never came out right, but i really love this version! i changed it slightly from the request lol i was listening to 'your power' by billie eilish on a loop while writing this and a lot of anger and preaching came out-- oop-- but also not mad about it. i really like this and hope you do too! enjoy 🤍
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anger bubbled in your chest but your cheeks were flushed pink with embarrassment. your stomach lurched, a mixture of emotions swirling through you. you were angry at him for being such an asshole, but mostly you were embarrassed that you'd found yourself in this position and hurt that he would think to treat you like this. he was an asshole, he always had been, you knew it before you started dating but, somehow, he still managed to worm his way in. mainly because when you were alone he was careful, and sweet, and kind. he cared about you, he told you any chance he got, and you believed him. you were always convinced he meant everything he said, which is why this stung all the more.
"nah, it ain't even like that— she's everywhere man, how you s'posed to shake a hyna like that?" their laughter rang through your ears as you stood, feet frozen in place, out of sight to them. "shit's ridiculous. she's always on top of me."
"man— if i had a hyna that fine on top o' me all the time—"
"the things i'd do—"
you shook your head, blocking out their vulgar comments and trying to rid of oscar's shrewd laughter filling your ears. you were sick to your stomach hearing him talk about you like that, to hear him encouraging his friends crude jokes about you.
you couldn't stop yourself as the small scoff left your lips, catching one of the boys' attention. sad eyes, his smile faltering when he spotted you tucked around the side of the house, listening to every word. "shit," you heard him mumble, nudging oscar whose back was facing you.
oscar always had a thing about keeping up his reputation, which you understood, to some extent, but this had nothing to do with that. this was his friends, talking about you as if you were an object to satisfy their needs. and he was encouraging them. this was you they were talking about, when he claimed to love you.
this wasn't a side to oscar you ever wanted to see, or believe existed. you knew how his friends could be, but to hear him condoning the shit coming out of his friends mouths, made you feel unbelievably uncomfortable.
not to even mention that he was being downright mean, and sleazy in talking about you. you could feel your anger growing the longer you stood there. oscar glanced over his shoulder, his face falling when his eyes met yours. your hands clenched into fists, biting down on the inside of your cheek.
you shook your head, finally knocked out of your state of shock, turning and stomping away from the group of santos. your breathing grew heavier, sweat dripping off you as the sweltering heat started to get to you. you were so angry you could cry. you trusted oscar with everything, it took you a long time to get to that point, and this is how he treated you.
you could hear his muffled calls from behind you getting louder as you continued to march away from the house. you yanked your wrist away when you felt his hand latch onto you, and carried on your walk home.
he sped up, jogging so he stopped dead in front of you, holding out his hands when you tried to manoeuvre around him. "i don't wanna talk to you right now," you spoke calmly, trying again to move past him, his hands latching onto your shoulders to keep you still.
"just— hang on will you—"
you shook your head repeatedly. "no—"
"i don't know what you heard but—" his grip tightened when you tried to wriggle free.
"no," you repeated harsher.
"y/n— c'mon— that was nothing—"
"oscar," you raised your voice, cutting off his ramblings. his eyes never left your face, his eyebrows unknitting when your frown deepened. he scrunched his eyes shut for a second, frustrated he'd upset you. he was annoyed with himself for being so stupid. "no," you repeated once more. his hands slowly released their grip on you, letting you walk passed him. you heard his curse under his breath, walking away from him.
you felt your lip quiver, a lump now growing in your throat as your anger turned into heartache. you weren't sure you wanted to forgive him. but, for now at least, you were going to give him exactly what he wanted. space.
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hours later and you were stood in the middle of a crowded party, your teeth clenched around the rim of a red solo cup, biting nervously. you hadn't wanted to come, you would much rather have been at home with a pint of ice cream. but your friend convinced you that getting out of the house tonight would be better for you than wasting away your life thinking about boys and eating ice cream. so far, you weren't so sure she was right.
you'd lost count the amount of times you'd heard loosen up and, you should smile more, thrown at you tonight. you weren't in the right headspace to be surrounded by people who were drunk out of their mind, constantly telling you to cheer up. you wanted to shout out to the entire party, fuck off, so everyone would know to just leave you alone.
so when you spotted his familiar face across the room, having just entered the party, you almost lost it. "no," you muttered to yourself. "not happening," you shook your head. he had been exactly what you came here to get away from. you let out frustrated sigh, shoving your cup into your friends hand and pushing yourself out of the crowd of people.
you hoped to god that oscar hadn't spotted you. you could not hash this out with him right now, that pint of ice cream in your freezer at home was calling your name, and you were ready to claim it.
"fuck me," you felt a hand graze the small of your back. you shivered away from the unwanted touch, turning with a deep-set frown on your face, towards the stranger who'd touched you. "you're hot when you're angry like that—"
"i'm also a fucking psycho when i'm angry so back off," you spat harshly, pushing away the hand he held lingering on your skin. "and don't touch me again," the man backed up, his hands held up in front of him. you huffed, continuing to the exit.
you wrapped your arms around yourself as the cool night air hit your bare skin. you'd left your jacket inside, turning to retrieve it, you saw oscar walking right at you. deciding it wasn't worth the effort, you left, you'd rather freeze than have a conversation with him right now.
"i know you hate me," you heard him call from behind you, his pace quickening as he tried to catch up with you. "but you can't walk home by yourself."
you ignored him, hastening your walk so you didn't have to do this with him. you knew he was right, you knew how incautious you were being walking home late at night alone. but you also desperately wanted nothing to do with him right now.
"ma," you shook your head, trying not to lose it on him in the middle of the street. "c'mon—"
"no— you c'mon oscar," you halted your stride, not able to ignore him any longer. you might as well get it out of your system if he was going to keep persisting. "i have had it with men today. i never wanted to have to include you in that."
he ducked his head, a crease forming between his eyebrows you noticed now you'd stopped to look over him. his eyes rolled, letting out a heavy sigh he'd clearly been holding in for a while.
"c'mon," he tilted his gaze away from yours for a second, trying not to cave under your stare. "you know what the santos are like— it's not my job to keep 'em in check."
"it is when it's me they're talking about," you gritted your teeth, looking at him in disbelief. you'd expected that this was how the conversation was going to go down. which is exactly why you tried to avoid it, you simply didn't have the energy to stand here and explain basic human decency to him. "not to mention— it is literally your job. you run the santos."
"it's not that simple," he ran his hand over his face, taking a small step closer to you. his eyes meeting with yours, begging you not to run off again as he held out a cautious hand towards you. "they didn't mean anythin' by what they said— you think if they did i'd let them 'in an inch of you?"
"you're perpetuating a violent cycle of sexism and objectification by letting your friends talk about any girl like that," you felt your throat tighten, tears had, at some point, welled in your eyes. "and that's not even mentioning what you said about me."
he closed his eyes for a second, his hand dropping back to his side. he turned away from you for a moment, releasing a deep breath he'd been holding. "i didn't mean it," he shook his head, swinging round to face you again. his brown eyes, that you'd always been a sucker for, were literally boring into you. if you hadn't been so angry you would've done anything for him. "i wasn't thinking and i never thought you'd ever hear—"
"that makes it ok then?" you frowned, eyes narrowing at him. "god knows what else you've said about me when i haven't been around to hear it," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to keep up your appearance despite the tears threatening to fall.
"s'not what i meant," he threw is arms up in frustration. he had, in all honesty, been talking without thinking about what he was saying. he was tired and stressed about how stretched out his time was at the moment. he was taking on more and more work, and therefore, more and more stress and he wasn't dealing with it well. he clenched his jaw when you sniffled, wiping under your nose with the back of your hand. his eyelids drooped. "nena.."
"i just, don't get it," you let out a shaky breath, holding out your hands to stop him moving any closer to you. "if i was being too much, all you had to do was say."
his chest tightened hearing you talk about yourself like that. he shook his head, trying again to reach out to you but you only stepped further away. "you're not too much," he spoke quieter this time. oscar loved you, more than he'd ever loved a girl before, that much was true. he might be bad at showing it sometimes, maybe he let his frustration get the better of him a lot, and maybe he didn't simply tell you enough how much you meant to him. but he loved you, much more than you were aware of.
"then why would you say it?" your voice was soft, breaking when you spoke again. exhaustion was starting to get the better of the both of you. you didn't want to fight with him, you just couldn't get his words out of your head. why would he say it if he didn't mean it?
"it's not you," he reiterated, his lips pursed. he used his forefinger and thumb to unknit the crease between his brows. "it's everything else. with cesar fucking around, shit with the prophets, cuchillos— and then you," he ducked his head, pressing the palm of his hand into his forehead. "i don't know how to manage everything and make time for you."
"why didn't you just tell me?" your features softened, eyes watching him move under your stare. "it's what i'm here for."
he scrunched up his nose, shrugging. "i don't want you involved in santos business," you understood more than you did five minutes ago, but you were still holding yourself back.
"i'm already involved, oscar, it's too late for that," this caught his attention, his brown eyes focused on yours again. you weakened a little. "but if you would just talk to me instead of keeping everything to yourself, maybe we wouldn't be in this situation right now."
he nodded faintly, almost uncertain of where you were taking this conversation. last thing he wanted was to lose you because of something so stupid on his end. he reached out, you letting him come close enough now so he could take hold of your hands in his. he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, tugging you closer.
"you know, i love you," you mumbled now he was only inches away from you. "i don't wanna do this again so talk to me, please."
he nodded again, giving your hand another squeeze of reassurance. "i'll try," the way his brown eyes stuck to you made you believe he meant what he said. "i'll do better. promise. i'll keep the santos in check, too. you don't need to worry."
you sunk into his chest, letting him engulf you in a tight hug. you released a shaky breath of relief. his arms wrapped around you, your face squashed against his chest and your arms tightened around his torso. "love you, too, by the way," he mumbled, his mouth pressed into your head of hair. "so much."
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Invisible String (15/15)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female reader (Modern AU)
Word Count: 3.2k words
Warning : fluff, smut, Steve being nice for once, mention of assault, healthy communication, drinking, Bec is Bucky’s sister - Rebecca, talk about therapy, fucking on a dressing table, I added the link for the dressing table so it could be easier to imagine lol
Both of you were far from okay, Bucky knew that. You needed time and energy to put in this relationship, and Bucky would patiently wait and giddily put in the work required.
Just like last time all those months ago, Bucky prepared a plate of fruits with juice for you. If you'd let him in your life, then one thing was sure — you were never having that damn coffee for breakfast. How did you even survive? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and Bucky was baffled when he found out you functioned on nothing but caffeine.
“Good Morning!” he greeted, you were awake and seated on the couch. “I got you breakfast that isn't caffeine.”
You didn't meet his eyes, but smiled timidly nevertheless. You cringed at your immaturity. Getting drunk instead of having a proper conversation like adults was not your wisest decision. Your last conversation was horrid. What was worse was that he was still being so nice to you when all you wanted was for the ground to open and swallow you whole. It was embarrassing.
You avoided his gaze, and Bucky didn't press the matter any further.
You exhaled loudly and requested, “We need to talk.”
Here it was, Bucky thought. He hoped you both could at least have breakfast blissfully, ignoring the elephant in the room. But he assumed the sooner, the better. Bucky took a seat beside you on the office couch.
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry.”
Both of you apologized at the same time. Bucky continued, “What I did was a fucked up thing to do. I had no right to decide for you. I'm sorry for hurting you.”
“I’m sorry for handling the situation immaturely. It was dumb to get drunk and act like that.”
Bucky nodded, he didn't need your apology. He was the one who was at fault here. Although, he would never acknowledge this, but he was glad you got drunk and came to him. He wasn’t smart enough to realize his mistake and if he continued with his stubbornness, then he would have lost you.
Instinctively, he took your palm in his, lacing your fingers with his and placing the entwined hands on his lap. “I — The incident with Rumlow and the kidnapping affected me a lot. More than I would like to admit,” you acknowledged, “And I don't think I’m dealing with everything healthily.”
“What do you need me to do?”
You sighed and propped your head on his shoulder. “Just be there for me.”
Bucky raised your intertwined hands, pressing a kiss on your knuckles, “Always.”
“I don't want our bakery to be just a dream,” he sounded so unsure that you raised your head to look at him. “I want to get out of this life — of the club.”
“Can you even do that?” You weren’t very knowledgeable about his business, but from what you've gathered getting out wasn't an option.
“I talked with Sam and Steve, and it would take a while, but it's not impossible. I’d have to put in a lot of money, and it will take time, maybe even years, but it can be done.”
For the millionth time, Bucky left you speechless. You didn't want him to change his entire life because of you. You loved Bucky and you would take him just the way he was. With his good and bad, albeit there wasn't anything bad. “Do you want that?”
He looked at you in offense. To him, you sounded insane. Of course, he wanted that. All he ever wanted was a serene life, and now he could have that life with you in it, you were double guessing your worth. Maybe he didn't think this through, but there was no need to question his choice. Bucky was sure of one thing in his life. “I want you. I want you in my life and I want my ma and Bec. And I can't have the most important people in my life if I don’t leave this behind. So yes, this is what I want.”
You smiled at him, and he would kill to make that smile a permanent residence on your face, you didn’t want him to make this crucial decision in his life because of you.
“Plus, maybe some chocolate essence would finally break you out of your writer's block,” Bucky teased, quoting the words you said to him all those days ago and you giggled.
The rest of the morning was spent in comfortable silence as you both ate breakfast.
Bucky wanted to tell his friends about his decision, and he wanted you there beside him. You were terrified, you finally made friends with someone, and now they were going to hate you because you were taking their friend away from him. And Steve already hated you, that wasn't the impression you were planning on forming on his best friend.
To your dismay, everyone looked pleased with the verdict. Turns out, all of them hated hiding their families too. You should have known — worrying every second about your loved ones could make one very restless.
It was finally decided that the club would just be that — a club. No more side businesses or illegal deals or enemies like Rumlow — it would just be a normal club. The club would go to Sam and Steve, and Wanda would take Clint’s place as the manager. It was also collectively decided that Peter had to go. He was just a kid who wanted to make money for his college tuition. Which now would be paid fully by Bucky. Peter could still work at the club as a part-time job, but he had to go to college too.
It was satisfying to see all of them so content with this decision. You expected at least Steve to interject, but he looked pleased too. What you did not expect was for Steve to approach you and start a conversation with you. You were just standing on the balcony while everyone was celebrating. You told Bucky you needed some air when he asked you what was wrong.
“He really likes you, you know.”
“I hope so,” you joked, and you saw a smile forming on Steve's lips. Progress, you thought to yourself.
“I haven't been the nicest person to you and I’m sorry for that.”
You looked at Steve in disbelief. Okay, you weren't expecting that. “I don’t know why you hate me. I mean, we barely know each other,” you replied, honestly.
Steve inhaled sharply as he said, “I knew Buck since we were kids. He never hid anything from me until a few months ago.”
What has that to do with you? You looked at him puzzled and he continued, “He attacked Rumlow. Around 3 months ago, he attacked him and we never attack first — always retaliate. That's why Rumlow came after you because Bucky started the fight. I knew it had something to do with you, but he just wouldn't tell me.”
And just like that, you knew exactly what he was talking about. The timing matched with Rumlow’s attempt to inappropriately touch you without consent.
“I — Rumlow came here during my shift,” you stammered, you didn't know how to tell him. You wanted to heal, you wanted people to know on your accord with your permission. And you wanted Steve to know. “I told him no - several times, but he just wouldn’t stop touching.”
You wanted to be able to talk about this without breaking down every time. And that was a good enough start, you knew Bucky would be proud of you.
Steve's expression morphed into one of guilt immediately. He was smart enough to join the dots, and he felt like an idiot for blaming you and Bucky. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don't be,” you smiled at him, “You didn't know.”
Steve didn’t know how to react. He felt like a dick — he was a dick for not even considering your point of view. Bucky kept saying that he couldn't tell and Steve should have understood or taken the hint, but he was so mad at you that it blinded his judgement.
The conversation turned uneasy, so you quickly changed the topic and retorted to a joke. “Did you know that Bucky owns a customized t-shirt that says ‘I heart Y/N’?”
Steve chortled a laugh and said, “Now that I do, I’m never gonna stop teasing him about it.”
“It was cute, okay?” you defended.
“Sure it was,” he huffed, “Would you and Bucky like to come for dinner this weekend? Sarah misses her Uncle Bucky and to date Bucky for real you would definitely need her approval.”
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You examined yourself in the mirror as you straightened the outfit you decided to wear for dinner. You wondered whether it would impress a four-year-old.
Bucky stood behind you, fixing the collar of his shirt.
“I’m kinda nervous,” you confessed.
He furrowed his brows in bewilderment, snaking his arms around you from behind, pulling you against his chest. He whispered in your ears, sending a chill down your spine. “You look gorgeous, doll.”
You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. He gently rubbed his thumbs along your clothed stomach, and you felt calmer. His touch had that effect on you. His touch and presence was enough to make you feel content and for the first time in your life, you weren’t scared. You weren't running away from your vulnerabilities — no, you were swimming into it. And you weren't scared of drowning because you knew Bucky was holding you.
“I love you,” you breathed, “I love you so much, Buck.”
Bucky extended one of his hands towards your face and gently held your chin between his fingers. Lightly, he rubbed his thumb across your lower lip before lifting your face sideways, claiming your lips with his in a tender and slow kiss. “I love you so much, doll. More than humanly possible.”
Your eyes brimmed with tears and you kissed him again reverently, “Do we have time to spare?”
“We always have time,” Bucky mumbled against your lips, turning you in his arms to face him.
Both of you were so eager to feel each other that you didn't even get rid of your clothes completely — just enough to feel the other. He held your hips and lifted you on the dressing table, and you facilitated by spreading your legs open.
Bucky didn't waste a second before diving his tongue inside your mouth, making you feel dizzy with just the intensity of the kiss. One hand in your hair, the other running up your back to hold your neck, craning your skull to give him better access to your mouth. He devoured you like you were a delicious meal that he was starving to taste.
The hand in your hair hastened towards your breast, squeezing your covered nipple enough to make you gasp into his mouth and get your core wet. He did the same with the other before his hand continued its journey towards your cunt.
Bucky didn't waste any time — quickly, he pushed your dripped panties out of his way and his fingers teased your slit before one digit made its way inside you. His mouth left yours, and he nibbled your jaw and reached the lobe of your ear before whispering, “I’ve barely touched you and you're already so wet for me, pretty girl.”
Before you could react to his lewd words, another finger entered your willing cunt and you clenched around him. “Bucky,” you breathed, your voice barely audible with the intensity of your oncoming orgasm. “Want you now, baby.”
Suddenly, his digits retreated, leaving you empty, whimpering and clenching around nothing. He gave a few quick strokes to his already hard cock before plunging inside you and muffling your cries by crashing his lips with yours.
He gave you time to adjust to his length and when you nodded, he started thrusting in an enticing speed that had you grasping him around your cunt. Every push of his cock had you seeing stars. All that pent-up anticipation and sexual frustration had you coming in no time, but Bucky didn't relent. “Give me one more, sweet girl.”
His hand reached in between your bodies, instantly locating your clit, and you moaned loudly against his shoulder. Bucky toyed with your ear lobe, gently biting then moving downwards to the spot between your neck and clavicle. He licked before sucking harshly and then licking again to soothe the pain. You held his back so tightly that you were sure it must be hurting him, but he didn't complain, instead he growled in your ear as you tried to hold him inside you — tighter than before.
His hand was running calculated circles on your clit combined with his ruthless pace, and you were reaching your second orgasm faster than you imagined. “Bucky, I’m gonna —”
“I know, baby,” he groaned in your ear, increasing his pace, and a moment ago you didn't think that was possible.
You both reached your high together as he released his seed inside you, and that solely had you nearing your third orgasm. Bucky noticed and smirked before his still hand started running circles on your bundle of nerves again and gave you a few languid thrusts that made you reach the euphoria where you hadn't been before.
He held you, brushing your hair off your face, rubbing his thumb across your forehead to rid you of the sweat, praising you for being such a good girl for him. Once you were back from the land of bliss, he cleaned you both up before straightening your dress out — making you appear like he didn't fuck your brains out on a dressing table.
***
“Traffic,” you lied while Bucky smirked as he placed his hand on the small of your back.
Sam looked at you - both of you with a playful look in his eyes and Steve bought your lie without a second question.
As you entered the living room, you were met with a kid that reminded you a lot of Alec and Izzy. “Uncle Bucky,” she squealed before jumping in the arms of a bent down Bucky.
She stretched a hand towards you and said, “Sarah.”
You smiled at her and took her hand in yours before giving her your name. She looked at you with so much delight in her eyes that had you melting in a second. Oh, that reminded you, “Babe, the cake.”
“Oh, right,” Bucky scrambled to his feet and made his way towards the car to bring the gift you two brought for the family.
“Did you make it, Uncle Bucky,” Sarah asked as Bucky handed her the cake. She grinned when he nodded, “I’m gonna eat all of this myself.”
Bucky smiled, “It's all for you, sweetie.”
She held the cake in one hand and your hand in another before rushing into the kitchen with you.
Sam handed Bucky a glass of a drink that he didn't even notice because his gaze was fixed on you helping Steve and Sarah. You said something to Steve and he laughed loudly. When did you and Steve become friends? He wondered.
“Traffic, huh?” Sam teased Bucky once his daughter was out of their hearing range. Bucky nearly choked on the drink and coughed in embarrassment.
Sam eyed Bucky mischievously and told him to take a seat on the table. Bucky didn't listen and if he did then he pretended to ignore Sam’s words and made his way to the kitchen - to you.
You yelped when you felt two strong hands engulf you from behind, calming down only when Bucky chuckled and whispered in your ear, “Hey, it's only me, doll.”
Eventually, everyone made their way to the dinner table. The food was amazing, some of it was made by Sam - some of it by Steve. Sam’s cooking was clearly better, but Bucky told you not to tell him that because then Sam would get all smug about it. Bucky’s hand rested on your upper thigh for the entirety of the meal.
It brought you back to the time when you both were at your parents’ place and even then the gesture was so welcomed by your body and you. Although you always told him about how inappropriate a relationship with him would be, you secretly hoped that he would call you out on your bullshit. Anyone with eyes could see that you wanted him since the very beginning. Well, anyone except Bucky.
After dinner, Sarah went to bed and it was just you, Bucky, Sam and Steve situated in their living room with a drink in everyone’s hand.
“The cake was amazing,” you told Bucky when he took a seat beside you on the sofa. Bucky wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer and held your outer thighs with his other before placing you on his lap. You wrapped your hands around his shoulder and awkwardly looked around at Sam and Steve, exhaling in relief when you found them busy in their own conversation, oblivious to their friend’s antics.
“I can make cakes forever for you, doll.”
“Well, you'd have to make cakes forever if you wanna open a bakery,” you sassed and he laughed before pressing a kiss to your cheek.
You beamed at him, placing your head against his shoulder, “I’ve been thinking. With everything that has happened with Rumlow and my family. I think I’ve not dealt with all of it and it still bothers me.”
Nervously, you looked at him and found him already gazing at you with a look so patient and intense. You could see his adoration for you swirl around his eyes and you hoped he could see that same emotion reflecting in your eyes.
“And I don’t want to burden you with my shit, I think I’m gonna start therapy.”
He cupped your face in his palms and you looked at him anxiously. It was a big step - your relationship with him - finally acknowledging that you carried trauma that is affecting your life in more ways that you would like to admit. “Whatever you need, honey. I will be there for you.”
You leaned into his touch, craning your neck before pressing a kiss on his palm. “Did you think you'd be crazy for me when I walked in for the bartender's job?”
He laughed at your teasing words, holding your chin between his fingers and dipped his head down to kiss you. “I love you,” he mumbled against your lips, “And I have a feeling that we’ll be alright.”
“We’ll be alright,” you repeated his words. It was a promise of a happy and hopeful future - a future you were going to have with him. ”I love you.” You sealed the promise with your lips on his.
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The Bet Pt. 4
Catch Up
Part 0
Part 1
Part 2
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A/N: I am super persistent about writing/finishing this, lol. Super sorry about the big break between chapters, but please enjoy! I will be more active on this blog for October so please feel free to send suggestions!
Word Count: 1,749
Ratings/Warnings: MA. Explicit sex.
Taylour has never been to the dark shows. Dasha usually covered them so Taylour didn’t see a need to go.
But, alas, Dasha got a case of the stomach flu and Cody called to “ask” if she could cover.
Taylour really didn’t want to, but there’s no debating with Cody when he really wants something. He’s annoyingly persistent.
‘Fucking Cody,’ she cursed under her breath as she watched the show backstage.
No one but the people who had to be there are usually at the dark shows. Most of the roster was more preoccupied using the extra day to prepare for Dynamite or doing god knows what.
So it surprised Taylour when she saw Wardlow, donning a burgundy suit with a black shirt, walking towards her during the main event.
“Maxwell wants to talk to you,” He said.
Taylour didn’t respond, pretending to fix her mic as she waited to interview Big Swole after her match with The Bunny.
Letting a beat pass, Wardlow repeated himself. The second time was louder and more pronounced. Assertive. This caused Taylour to stop.
“Why?” She asked, trying to hide the annoyance in her voice.
Taylour generally got along with the whole roster, but she never saw it for MJF.
He was a lot of things.
But above all, he was a douchebag.
“Come with me and find out.”
Taylour rolled her eyes, “And if I don’t?”
“It’s simply a request. You are free to do whatever you want,” He replied and looked into her eyes, unphased.
Taylour looked back. Before she could think of a witty comeback, the bell rang and their eyes turned to the nearest monitor. Big Swole stood over The Bunny as her entrance music played.
Taylour clanked her heel and steadily made her way to the ring entrance to meet Swole. She could feel Wardlow’s eyes divert back to her and burn a hole in her back as she walked away.
Taylour made an effort to not turn and look back at him.
She turned the corner, out of his view, and saw Swole. Taylour didn’t realize, but she felt her body relax once she knew she was outside Wardlow’s reach.
“You look happy to see me,” Swole teased as she got closer.
When Taylour first started working for the broadcast team, Swole was one of the first people she interviewed and they became fast friends. Whenever they’re on the same night Swole would find Taylour and keep her up to speed on locker room gossip. She was more than glad to see her.
Taylour chuckled, “Girl, you have no idea.”
✦ ✦ ✦
Taylour decided to stay close to Cody the next night. She thought if there was anyone Wardlow wouldn’t walk up to, it would be her brother-in-law.
“I don’t need a shadow,” Cody declared as they walked towards the men’s locker room. He was facing Sean Spears and was a bit on edge.
“I just thought as your favorite sister-in-law, you would want to spend some quality time before your big match,” Taylour teased, struggling to keep up with his accelerated speed in heels.
Cody laughed, “Even worse!”
They reached the entrance to the locker room and stopped. “Now, I think it’s pretty clear this is where our bonding time ends, baby sis.”
As they stood in front of the door it became evident she couldn’t cling to Cody for the entire night.
“When you’re ready to tell me what the fuck is up, you know where to find me,” He patted her head like an older brother kicking his baby sister out of his room then walked into the locker room.
Taylour exhaled and looked stared at the closed door, feeling slightly dejected. She looked up to the monitors. Kenny and Adam were facing SCU for the first round of the AEW tag team tournament. Adam pinned Scorpio Sky as Audrey counted to three. Kenny jumped into the ring and Audrey lifted both of the men’s hands. Taylour stared at the screen, watching the two stand in post-victory bliss. The men started to climb out the ring and up the ramp. Right before they walked backstage, the camera caught Kenny’s face and he gave a straight look with a glimmer in his eye.
Taylour questioned herself, but she wondered if the glimmer was for her. She chewed the inside of her cheek and exhaled.
‘Only one more hour’, She exhaled to herself and made her way to the media room to hide.
✦ ✦ ✦
Even though Taylour was hip-to-hip with him in her hotel room, she still felt like a world away from Kenny.
He was starting to feel as if he did something wrong. Was it something he said? He tried to keep his anxieties at bay, but she was acting...different. She wasn’t laughing at his jokes and when he asked if she wanted to play video games, she shrugged him off.
Kenny took a deep breath, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“No, I want to. I’m sorry,” She replied, turning to him.
“I’m just...I don’t even know. Worried? Wardlow approached me at the dark show.”
Kenny instantly shot up, “What did he want? Did he hurt you!?”
Taylour shook her head, “He told me MJF wants to talk to me.”
In a fury, Kenny started to head for the door, but Taylour quickly went around him and stood in front of it. How could he? How dare he!? Taylour wasn’t something he could just send Wardlow off to acquire.
She was so much more than that.
“Don’t!” She exclaimed, trying to keep her voice at bay.
They were doing their best to be careful. Taylour started to book her hotel rooms at a distance from Kenny. Never on the same floor. Further away from other people on the roster, if possible. But one could never be 100% sure.
It was supposed to be a secret, wasn’t it?
“I haven’t told anyone about this,” Taylour said.
“Why?” Kenny exhaled, as he felt the adrenaline running through his body. Kenny wanted to bash Maxwell’s head in.
“I don’t want to make a big deal of things. I’m sure he’ll move on,” She countered.
“And if he doesn’t?”
“He will.”
Taylour gently placed her hands on Kenny’s shoulders and looked up at him. After a moment, Kenny exhaled and relaxed.
“I can fight my own battles,” Taylour said, leaning into him.
“I know, but you don’t have to,” He returned.
“Just trust me on this? If he doesn’t quit, I’ll let you know,” She almost pleaded.
Taylour wanted the conversation to be over. Wardlow approaching her shook Taylour more than she expected. What does MJF want with her and why couldn’t he just say it himself?
Luckily, Kenny appeared to be calming down.
“Fine,” He finally said, “Just say the word and I’ll bash the creeper's head in.”
Taylour giggled, surprised by Kenny’s proclamation. She touched the hem of his t-shirt, turned on that he wanted to protect her.
“This isn’t about me,” she said, her voice lowered to a sensual whisper.
‘It’s always about you,’ Kenny thought.
Taylour firmed her grasp on his shirt and began to roll it up. Kenny obliged, lifting his arms as she took the shirt off of him. Kenny did the same to her and unclasped her bra.
Without thinking, Kenny grabbed Taylour by her waist and picked her up. She gasped in surprise but wrapped her legs around him. Kenny used it as an opportunity to hold her by her ass, holding firmly. Kenny walked towards the bed and gently dropped Taylour down. On his knees, he placed himself between her legs as she unbuttoned her jeans and began to slide them off. He helped her pull them off in a seamless motion, allowing them to drop on the floor.
Kenny couldn’t help but marvel at her. The curve of her lips, the upturn of her beautiful brown eyes that complimented her brown skin. Everything about her had Kenny in awe.
Taylour smiled at him and placed her hands behind his neck, urging him to meet her up on the bed. Kenny obliged and Taylour kissed him. Slowly. Wantingly. He could feel her move her hands from behind his neck to his hand and she guided him inside her panties.
She was very wet, causing him to get an instant hard-on. He put one finger inside her and placed his thumb on her clit, causing her to moan and straighten up. He played with her clit as they kissed, pumping his finger every so often, feeling her become wetter with each periodic pump.
Taylour opened her legs and pushed herself towards Kenny’s groin.
“Not yet,” He cooed, quickening his pace inside her and then inserting another finger. Taylour’s moans became breathy and she bit her lip.
“Please,” she begged.
Kenny smiled to himself, he enjoyed pleasing her.
“Not yet, baby girl, I wanna make you come first.”
Still fingering her, Kenny placed his legs between Taylour’s legs and sucked on her sweetness. Taylour rocked her hips to his tongue, riding his wave.
“Fuck Kenny,” Taylour panted, grabbing a clump of his curls as she rode through her orgasm.
Satisfied, Kenny slowly parted from Taylour, savoring her orgasm. Taylour looped her hands around Kenny’s jeans.
“Please,” she begged again.
This time, Kenny obliged. He got off the bed and took his jeans and boxers off, exposing his manhood dripping in precum. Taylour adjusted herself to the edge of the bed, on her hands and knees, eagerly waiting for him. Kenny slid inside her and cursed under his breath.
“Is this what you wanted?” he moaned, going deeper with each stroke.
Taylour crooned out a yes between strokes. She wasn’t sure if anyone in a neighboring room could hear them, and honestly, she didn’t care.
All she wanted at that moment was Kenny.
And he felt so good.
Kenny’s motion began to pick up and he tighten his stance. He reveled inside her until he could no longer contain himself. He let out an audible groan and his pace steadily slowed. Taylour quickly followed behind him and rode the rush of her second orgasm until she could no longer support herself and fell onto the bed. Kenny lost his balance and landed on top of her.
Kenny rolled over onto his back and pulled Taylour close to him, breathing in lover’s bliss.
Taylour’s worry about MJF was long gone.
At least for now.
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