#i have things this weekend and probs next weekend as well but after that

[why-the-heck-not]

02.10.23, thursday

I feel like taking whole weekends off doesn’t work for me. Like if I take the days off, I’ll get stuck in that mood and I’m just now getting back to the groove of things, and it’s friday again tmrw. I think the ideal for me would be like 2 weeks on and then couple days off. Something I could actually do sometimes if I just schedule it. But couple last weekends I’ve had set plans so had to have actual weekends and my productivity has taken the hit

#basically I’m just so bad at starting things that I should never stop bc it takes too long to get back to it #i have things this weekend and probs next weekend as well but after that #(also side note; why do we have to stuff _everything_ to the end of the year?? like every celebration/event and then also the deadlines like #why don’t we have legit anything for january-april like those months suck) #aesthetic #books #studyblr #study #reading #read #bookblr #book #studyspo #dark academia #booklr #chaotic academia #november 2023 #2023

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Yay then!!!

Hmmmm…

So, for hurt-comfort, I had another idea, but I realized it's too big and would prob work as a one-shot better, so this is the scenario idea:

James finding his gf (the reader) crying after someone was bullying her for being muggleborn, (if u wanna make it more extreme maybe they also cast a spell that ruined all her hw, or drenched her in water, or something like that) and by the end she's just kinda asleep in his arms and he promises (to himself) to protect her

Also, I swear, for some reason the bad liar update never showed up on my page, so I'll be reading that tmr

always yes to protective Jamie 🥺🥰 Warnings: reader gets bullied for being a muggle-born Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter 😊 gifs aren’t mine 😁

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Bullied

"Hey, sweetheart, I was starting to think you forgot about me" you heard your boyfriend's voice coming from the bathroom, as soon as you stepped into his dorm. He walked out and his smile instantly dropped when he saw you. "Princess, what happened?"

You were an absolute mess. You looked completely drenched, covered in mud, your knees and hands were wounded, and your bag looked like it had been burned.

"I w-was coming b-back from the library" you said, between sobs as James walked closer to you and took your bag off your shoulder. "A-and they- they started yelling at m-me" you cried as James walked you over to his bed and sat you down.

"Who?" he asked, feeling his blood boiling.

"S-some kids from Slytherin" you said, trying to calm your breathing. "I'm not sure what their n-names are. They just started yelling 'm-mudblood'" you cried on James' shoulder. "A-and then they threw water a-at me with their wands a-and mud" you said, looking up at him before you grabbed your bag. "A-and they ruined m-my bag. I had all of my assignments here" you said, opening it but nothing more than ashes came out. "I worked on m-my Charms essay for t-two weeks" you said, crying harder and James pulled you closer to him.

James took a deep breath to try and calm himself down so he wouldn't run out to find the shitheads who did this to you because he knew you needed him here.

"Come on, love" he said, getting up and bringing you with him.

"But my things-"

"I'll take care of that, princess. I'm gonna draw you a bath, and we're gonna use Padfoot's fancy salts and soaps, just don't tell him, okay?" he said, kissing your forehead.

You smiled a little as James prepared the warm bath for you and as soon as you got in, you instantly felt at least ten times better.

"Where are you going?" you pouted when he walked towards the exit.

"I'm gonna get you some clean clothes, love" he said, giving you a peck on the lips before he walked out of the bathroom.

After you were clean and changed into James' pajama pants and your favorite sweater of his, you walked out to the dorm and saw James trying to salvage what was left of your bag.

"It's ruined, isn't it?" you asked, feeling a few tears in your eyes again, sitting down next to him.

"It's okay, princess. We're going to Hogsmeade this weekend and I will buy you any bag you like, okay?" he said, kissing your temple.

"Love, you don't have to do that" you insisted.

"I want to. I love spoiling you" he smiled, kissing your cheek.

"Still, I don't think I'll be able to go to Hogsmeade this week" you said, as James brushed his thumb against your cheek to wipe away your tears. "I have to redo my Charms essay" you explained. You noticed James tense a little before he took a deep breath. "What?"

"Alright, if I tell you something, do you promise not to get mad?"

"What did you do?" you asked, wiping your remaining tears with the sleeve of your sweater.

"W-well, sometimes when we're too busy with Quidditch or... well, pranks, Padfoot and I grab your homework and Moony's and... we kind of make copies of it" he said, going over to his nightstand and taking a few parchments out, handing them to you. You saw your Charms essay, the one that you had worked on for two weeks and had just finished at the library. It was just missing the last part, but everything else was there.

"How often do you do this?" you asked, going through the papers.

"We don't use them, we just, you know, make our own version of them. Only when we have Quidditch practice" he insisted but you looked up at him with an arched eyebrow. "Or when we forget there's homework" he admitted. "I'm sorry, love. I should have told you but-"

You cut James off by throwing your arms around his shoulders and kissing him on the lips. "I love you so much" you smiled.

"Y-you're not mad?"

"I'm not entirely happy about it and I doubt Remus will be either" you told him. "But you just saved me from having to re-write this entire essay" you smiled, bringing him closer for another kiss. "Thank you" you smiled.

"You're welcome, princess" he said, kissing you again. "Do you want to go down for dinner? You can point those kids to me so me and Padfoot can-"

"No" you said, hugging him. "Can we just stay here a little longer?" you asked, looking up at him, knowing he wouldn't be able to say no to you.

"Of course, princess" he said, lying down on his bed and bringing you with him. "Whatever you want" he said, kissing your temple as you rested your head on his chest. "I love you" he said, stroking your back, noticing you were almost asleep.

"I love you too" you said, closing your eyes and falling asleep in his arms while he mentally thought about letting Sirius in on this and plotting his revenge against the Slytherins.

The End

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A/N: hope you liked it, loves :)

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #james potter #james potter imagine #james potter x reader #james potter dialogue

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hello love 🖤

Can I request Pietro playing a game with tangerine and lemon? Maybe truth or dare, or cards and tangerine is losing his shit 🍊

Love you 💕

hehhe I love this sm!! I did this as my thoughts, just as I couldn’t figure out how I would write it. also I put your other ask on this post too, it’s at the bottom. love you!! 💌

also im sorry idk how I only just saw that it said pietro ?!? I wrote this a few days ago, and I quickly read this over before posting and did not see pietro until just now 😶 my bad, ive been a scatterbrain lately

monopoly has been tearing families apart for decades !! so it will definitely be the same when you play with the twins

im thinking that you like to have game nights when you all have time to spare, maybe on weekends and you'd all be sat at the dining table. def having a couple beers with crisps, pretzels, nuts

you're all really competitive and are ruthless when it comes to games, especially monopoly!!! lem always seems to do really well, landing on all the good properties and snatching them right up. definitely cackles when he counts his cash and looks over his cards

tan would be such a sore loser, and gets really pissy bc he always lands on the shit places and/ or on lem's houses and hotels. he'd throw the money, maybe make a point about how he has none left, "fuckin' hell man, ya robbin' me,"

maybe you gave up playing properly hours ago, sipping on your drink, far too entertained watching them bicker. maybe you roll casually and the number would be on the last card tan needs to complete his set. he'd ask you not to buy it, saying he'll give you all his other cards AND money, "I will give you my strand and my last 50 quid, just please don't buy it,"

you'll be nice and leave it until lem comes around and snatches it up, snickering as he sets his cash down to pay. he'll be like, "come on mate, it's just a game," only he's winning and dominating the board

it would end with you playing on your phone, tapped out the game as they continue fighting. new rules would be added after every turn and tan would be in heaps of debt - constantly borrowing money from the bank to give to lem when he lands on his properties

tan would still be convinced he can win, and lem would just be entertaining it.. until hours go by, and lem decides to call a truce, offering a rematch next week

maybe it ends in a game of uno at the coffee table to rewind - only it's the same story again, ruthlessly slapping +4 on top of +4. he'd end up with half the deck of cards. BUT he'd give you all a run for your money for casino games though

I think he'd be a great uncle while simultaneously being an awful brother !! he'd let his niece do things she wanted, knowing that lem wouldn't be happy. she wants to eat ice cream before dinner? two scoops won't hurt. she wants to go to the toy shop and get even more toys? no problem, uncle tan has his cards at the ready. she wants to watch tv before bed? one episode is okay surely

tho he won't always go over his brother's head, bc he respects him - but sometimes he just can't help it, he loves to spoil

he'd begrudgingly let her do his makeup. she'd be bossy, making him sit and be quiet as she brushes on purple eye shadow and crazy amounts of blush. she'd also want him to join in with her tea party, or play make-believe/ princesses with her, he'd have no choice but to play along and smile while wearing the tiara

like lem, I feel like she'd be very loud and quite full-on, so when there's finally a moment of silence, he savours it. she'd probably knock herself out from all playing and would just curl up at his side

towards the end of babysitting, tan would probs make her super hyper just to annoy lem tehe. maybe pump her full of sugar or spin her around for ages

#ask #tangerine #tangerine headcanon #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train

[annwrites]

exactly what he needs, pt. 4 ♡ ⋆｡˚ | other parts here

— pairing: nate jacob x fem!reader

— type: ficlet (multi-chapter)

— summary: nate & you have breakfast together, made by you. he then takes you grocery shopping, & later in the week, he finally asks you to be his!

— tags: cute lil domestic moments, you wearing nate's jersey, meeting the parents day 1, first kiss

— tw: dollification (mans isn't even trying to hide it anymore, he straight-up is tying bows in your hair now), eating, snooping, it being implied that nate has already thought about one day baby-trapping you if push-comes-to-shove, misogyny (he's so mean to cassie), threatening, f receiving oral, emotional manipulation, possessiveness

— word count: 11,661

— a/n: reader uses pads bc i use pads & we are all about self-inserts around here (i never learned how to use tampons, don't judge me). honestly, idk how nate would feel about pads. like, on the one hand, i can see him as seeing them as more "unsanitary", but also preferring it if reader is still a virgin. tbh, he prob just tries to pretend periods don't exist, & doesn't want to hear about it if you're on yours, apart from a slight heads-up & being informed once everything down there is back to normal.

i hope this doesn't seem like things are moving too fast in reader & nate already getting together, but tbf, nate & cassie had hung out for what? prob at most a couple hrs when fezco beat his ass, & then the boy is lying in the hospital thinking he's in love & wants to have babies with her. i say it's on-par for his character lol.

The next morning after your day together is the first time Nate ever shoots you a text. 

A simple Good morning, sweetheart.

You stare at it for around ten minutes, your fingers hovering over the keyboard. You type up a reply, then delete it. Then type up another and backspace the entirety of it as well.

Finally, you press send on a simple Good morning. (:

Nate: Any plans for today?

You: Might clean the house a bit, then go grocery shopping.

You watch as three little dots dance on your screen, then suddenly disappear. You then suppose you’ve not supplied an incredibly interesting answer.

You toss your phone down on the bed, deciding to finally get up for the day. It’s nearly fifteen minutes later when you check your texts again and see that Nate replied…ten minutes ago.

Nate: How do you get your groceries home?

You: There’s a store not too far from here. If I don’t have very many, I usually just carry them as I walk. If I have quite a few, sometimes I take the bus.

Speaking of which, you need to check the schedule for it today and plan accordingly. That is, until Nate replies. 

Nate: I can drive you there and back. I don’t mind.

You begin to type, telling him that’s completely unnecessary, but you’re not fast enough.

A text from him pops up: omw

You throw yourself back on your bed, groaning. You’ve just woken up.

You hadn’t planned to go to the store for perhaps a few more hours. You want to at least wake up first. Eat something, then clean. Even if the house is already essentially spotless, but you have a cleaning schedule you try to adhere to to keep it that way. And to give yourself something to do on the weekends in your spare time.

Which is, apart from tutoring, all you really have.

You decide to just stay in your PJs—a pair of soft blue shorts with clouds on them and a white t-shirt.

You’ve already washed your face and brushed your teeth, as well as your hair—which is now in a bun atop your head.

You make your bed, opening your curtains, letting the morning sunshine into your room before you go to the living room and flip the lock on the door to let Nate in.

You then head to the kitchen to decide on what to make for breakfast. You’re torn between eggs and bacon, or waffles, with perhaps a small side of French toast, when you hear a truck roar into your driveway.

You’re torn from your debating over breakfast by a knock on the door.

“It’s open!”

Nate enters the house, slipping off his shoes, closing the door behind him. 

“I’m in the kitchen,” you call softly.

He comes to stand in the entryway. “Want me to give you a few while you get ready?”

He surely hopes you’re not the type who goes to the store in her pajamas, at least.

You turn around to look at him, leaning back against the counter behind you, crossing your arms over your chest. “Actually, I was planning on going later this afternoon. After cleaning. And eating… I haven’t had breakfast yet,” you say sheepishly.

“Shit,” he hangs his head for a moment, then looks at you again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fuck up your plans for the day. I just didn’t have anything to do this morning, so I thought I’d run over and help you out.”

You shake your head. “It’s ok. I appreciate it. You don’t have to stay if you have somewhere else you need to be.”

“I don’t. Not until this evening, at least.”

His dipshit dad wants everyone to have a family dinner together, while Nate wants to do anything else.

Like be here with you.

“Have you eaten yet?”

He has—a breakfast burrito maybe an hour ago. “No, do you want to go somewhere and get breakfast?”

“I could make us something instead?” You turn back around, opening the fridge again. “Any requests?”

He’s quiet for a moment, just taking you and this moment both in. You, still in your pajamas, having just rolled out of bed a little while ago, standing in the kitchen in the early-morning light, offering to cook for him. It’s all so…domestic. And a warm feeling forms in his chest at it—imaging this as his home with you. Imagining you’re both married and your kids are still asleep in the other room. 

You glance back to him.

He shakes his head to clear it. “I’m sorry, I’ve just never done—had this before.”

“What?”

“My-” he stops himself before he can say ‘girlfriend’. “A girl cooking for me.”

Your brows furrow. “Really? Neither Cassie or Maddy ever did?”

He chuckles. “I honestly don’t think of either of them know how.”

“That’s sad,” you state simply, before turning back around. “So, do you want bacon and eggs, or waffles, pancakes…I can do French toast?”

“Whatever you want to do is fine with me.” He likes that you know how to make so many things. That you want to do so for him. He’d chosen right with you. 

You turn around yet again. “You’re my guest, so you get to pick.”

He smirks, shrugging. “Bacon and eggs is fine with me.”

“How do you like your eggs?”

“Scrambled works.”

You nod, then start pulling out cookware.

Nate had stood to the side, watching as you worked, occasionally sipping on a mug of black coffee—you’d put some on just after having gotten up. He’d asked more than once if you wanted help as he watched you flit about the kitchen, but you’d only smiled and shook your head.

Finally, once breakfast is ready, you make the both of you a plate and carry them into the dining room, sitting his plate on one side of the table and yours on the other.

You take your seat before he can bother pulling it out for you. He tries not to let it irk him. He tells himself it’s because it’s a habit, since you’re in your own home. You’re not used to being catered to. But neither is he.

Thankfully, Nate had gone for a run after eating earlier, so he’s able to clean his plate. He doesn’t want your feelings hurt—for you to feel insulted—by him not eating every last bite. And it had been rather good, actually.

“You’re a good cook.” 

You look up to him, beaming. “Thank you, I’m glad you liked it. Do you want anything else?”

He leans back, shaking his head. “I don’t think I can fit anymore.”

You nod, standing, taking both your plates into the kitchen, placing them in the dishwasher.

You return to the dining room and remain silent as Nate types a message out on his phone, looking up to you as he tucks it back into his pocket.

“I’ll get dressed and then we can head out.”

He stands. “It’s warm out.”

You smile. “Thanks for the forecast.”

He smirks. “You could—if you want to—wear the skirt and top I bought you.”

You’d hung everything up to dry last night and had truthfully forgotten about all of it until his just-now reminding you.

“Unless you don’t like them?”

You shake your head. “No, I do. I just…I wish you had asked me first.”

“Would you have let me get them for you if I had?”

You wrap your arms around yourself. “Probably not.”

“Then I made the right decision to make it a surprise.” 

He heads in the direction of your bedroom, then, and you trail after him. “I just don’t understand why.”

You feel stupid, speaking to the back of his head.

He comes to sit in the swing-chair in the corner of your room. “Why what?”

“Why you bought me everything you did. I looked up the necklace, how much it costs…”

He’s unphased by it, knowing he’d spent well over a grand on you yesterday. But in truth, it hadn’t been nearly the amount he’d wanted to spend.

He'd wanted—more than anything—to take you into a lingerie store and blow a ton of cash on you there, watching you try on everything he asked you to. But he knew better. For now, at least.

“So I wanted to get you a few nice things. You act like it’s some sort of terrible thing for me to have done.”

You sit on the corner of your bed, facing him. “I’m very grateful. For all of it. I just…I hope you don’t think you need to buy my friendship, Nate. I’m not going anywhere.”

It has nothing to do with friendship. But he can’t tell you just how much it turns him on: spoiling you, buying you expensive things, the idea of you being covered in him—from shoes, to clothes, to jewelry, to perfume and more. It gets him off—makes getting off easier, in truth. Until he has your body to do that with, that is, at least.

He leans forward. “I’m glad to hear that. But you don’t have to worry—I never thought I did.”

He glances to your closet. “Do you want to get dressed?”

“I should probably check to make sure everything is dry. I hung everything up last night.”

You leave your bedroom, heading in the direction of the laundry room. 

Meanwhile, Nate stands, finally having a moment alone in your room. He wrenches open the drawer on your bedside table and is met with a couple remotes, a book, a few hair ties, a charging cable…nothing of interest. So he closes it.

Heart pounding, he peeks out your bedroom door—you’re nowhere to be seen—and he then opens the top drawer of your dresser next. Ever-organized, your panties are all in individual cubbies—all cotton, some solid colors, others with patterns printed across them, like small flowers and stars. He picks up a bra. White, with a bit of lace, a small bow in the front, another sage-green. Everything utterly virginal. He digs, but finds not one sex toy.

Perhaps you have them elsewhere. 

He jumps when he hears a door close. He steps into the hall a moment and sees the bathroom door is now shut. 

He returns to your room, getting on the floor and looking under your bed, where there’s only a couple vacuum-sealed bags full of clothes. He then quietly opens your closet. On the top shelf are a few boxes. He pulls down a shoe box, which, unsurprisingly, has a pair of brand new tennis shoes inside. He puts it back, pulling down another.

And it’s full of old Polaroids. They’re all from when you were younger. You and your dad, another of the two of you, a photo of a butterfly, another of a dog looking up at the camera, and he nearly drops the box when he finds a picture of the two of you. The pair of you can’t be more than six or seven-years-old, both of you smiling toothy grins up at the camera.

He flips it over. Written in faded blue ink on the back, it reads “Nate + Y/N ‘05”. He pockets the picture, putting the lid back on the box and setting it back in your closet. 

He stops snooping and sits back in his previous seat, unable to remember the picture ever having been taken. He wonders if you do.

When you finally emerge from the bathroom, Nate is still sitting in the corner of your room, his head leaned back and eyes closed, hands folded in his lap.

You silently sit on the edge of your bed, folding your legs over one another, draping your new pink skirt over them. You don't want to wake him, so just as you begin to consider changing back, closing your door and cleaning the house while he rests, he slowly opens his eyes.

"If you'd like to take a nap, you can."

He shakes his head, looking you over. You look perfect. For the most part. "Don't want to wear your necklace today?"

You glance to the robin's-egg colored box on top of your dresser. In truth, you're a bit paranoid about wearing something so expensive. What if the chain breaks and by the time you realize, it's long-gone?

You then look back to him, watching as he stands, opens the small box, then removes the necklace inside.

He comes to sit down behind you, slipping the chain around your neck, fastening it into place.

He then begins to tug the hairband from your ponytail.

You half-turn your head back toward him. "What're you-"

"Do you mind if I do your hair for you?"

You're starting to wonder if Nate has some hidden interest in hair-styling.

"I...I guess not."

He slips your hairband free, it coming to rest on his wrist along with the one he'd taken from you yesterday.

You sit there silently, enjoying the feeling of someone else's fingers in your hair once again, your cheeks growing warm as you feel him pull one side of your hair into a pigtail—something you're not quite sure about, but you decide to only make a judgement once he's finished.

He then does the same with the other side, smoothing some hair down your back, before gripping both your upper arms. "Done."

You stand, walking over to the mirror set atop your dresser and expecting the half-up, half-down style. One pigtail on either side, the rest of your hair against your back.

"I think you look really pretty like that," he says from the bed behind you.

Who knew the star-quarterback had hidden hair-dressing talents.

You turn back around to him. "So when do I get to do your hair?"

He raises a brow.

"I could put clips and bows and ribbons-"

"Do you have ribbons?"

He...he can't seriously want you to put one in his hair...

"Yes."

He stands. "Where?"

"In the bathroom, the second drawer below the sink."

He leaves you standing there as he goes to rifle through them, returning a moment later with two that match the color of your skirt.

"Nate-"

"Turn around."

You're not sure that you appreciate his demanding tone, but do as he says nevertheless.

Once you have bows tied around either pigtail, Nate puts his hand against the small of your back. "Let's head out."

When the two of you arrive at the store, you go to get out, until Nate stops you by grabbing your left hand. "Wait for me to get it."

You sit back in your seat and wait for him to come around to your side. Once the door is open, you speak. "You don't have to come in with me if you'd rather wait here. I know grocery shopping, well, shopping in general, can be tedious."

He shrugs. "I don't mind."

He takes your hand, helping you down and shuts the door, leading you inside.

Nate stays close to your side as you toss various items into your cart—paying acute attention to each thing you do. You don't get a terrible amount of junk food, but he wishes you'd forgo the cereal. He'd already told you from here on out he'd be bringing you breakfast every morning.

He studies what kind of conditioner you use, what kind of lady razor, even your morning facial-wash. He briefly daydreams about getting you ready for the day—the detailed process he would go through to make you look like his own perfect living doll.

It's when you're in the frozen foods aisle that you briefly pause as he pretends to look over the frozen pizzas, when he's actually watching you. Watching you stare at a couple across the way, giggling and kissing each other, the girl's hand resting over her swollen belly, that is.

Hurt flashes across your features and he briefly grows angry, wondering if it's jealousy—if you know the man.

He steps over to you. "Do you know them?"

You jump in surprise at his presence, having been lost in your thoughts. You shake your head, throwing a bag of frozen vegetables in the cart. "No." You're quiet for a moment. "I was just thinking."

"About?"

You look at the happy pair again. "What that must feel like."

He places his palm against the small of your back, refusing to remove it for the rest of the shopping trip.

Nate of course takes it upon himself to not only load every single grocery bag into the bed of his truck, but also unloading and bringing every one into the kitchen once you're home. He simply watches from a kitchen island stool as you put them away.

He eventually excuses himself to your bathroom, deciding to finally cross the boundary of going through your medicine cabinet.

He locks the door, turning the faucet on as he first goes through the cabinet under your sink first. Some toilet paper, a box of pads, some pantiliners, cotton balls, cotton pads—basic bathroom paraphernalia.

He then starts pulling open drawers. One he's already familiar with, it's filled with small baskets which hold elastics, hair bands, bows, clips, headbands and the like. Another houses hot-tools: a curling iron, which looks barely-used, a straightener, which has clearly been well-loved—the company name all but rubbed off of it, even an old crimping iron, and a blow-dryer.

He moves onto the last drawer, which just has extra toothpaste, toothbrushes, some lotion, triple antibiotic, extra shaving gel, and some other odds-and-ends.

Finally, he opens the medicine cabinet, curious if you're on birth control. If so, that will be coming to a stop immediately. Not only does he hate the horrid list of side effects that come with it, but once the two of you start fucking, he wants to be in complete control of your reproductive options.

Needs to be if... Well, if he eventually decides he can't live without you and has to resort to drastic options to keep the two of you permanently connected for the rest of your lives, he'll have that option.

But all he finds is some Tylenol, Advil, expired allergy pills, an old prescription bottle with your dad's name on it, a bottle of mouthwash, a small cup of bobby pins, some q-tips, and a couple—of course—clean makeup brushes, a few other items here and there.

He quickly searches the shower and just finds a few bottles of various kinds of soap.

Finally, he flushes the toilet, turns the water off, and comes to join you in the kitchen.

Nate had left not longer after you'd finished cleaning the house, him offering to help, but you telling him you could never ask a guest to do such a thing, so he'd instead sat on the couch, idly watching football, fantasizing once again about you being his perfect little housewife. Cooking and cleaning and grocery shopping for him, allowing him to dress you up and show you off.

It's in the moment as he watches you humming to yourself as you dust off the mantle that he decides this Thursday you'll finally be his.

Nate continues on with the studying ruse to continue spending one-on-one time with you.

Monday, you'd done exactly as he'd asked: you'd worn the white dress, a pair of flats with it even, your new necklace, a hint of blush, and you'd even curled your hair, which had made him hard near-instantly.

It had taken everything in him not to hold your hand as the two of you walked into school. As soon as he spotted Lexi—the ridiculous look on her face as she watched the two of you—he pulled you in the other direction before you could see her yourself, seating you with him and his friends. When you had brought up going to find Lexi, he'd merely told you he thought it might be nice for you to meet some new people that morning.

He knew by their expressions that his friends had wanted to say something—anything about you—perhaps throw around some vulgar jokes, but the death-glare he greeted them with instead kept them talking about football and some party that had gone on this last weekend, which he'd been unaware of, too concerned with filling his time with you.

As the week went on, the two of you began to text more and more. You woke up everyday to him and went to sleep to messages from him. He'd even called you once, and the two of you chatted for almost an hour about everything and nothing. He would've been content to stay up all night listening to your voice, until you had gotten off the phone, telling him you were going to sleep and you would see him in the morning.

You had no idea he was outside of your house that night, watching your bedside lamp flicker off.

Thursday after school, once the two of you are finished studying, Nate finally takes the plunge, praying to fucking God he gets what he's been dying to have for the last two weeks.

He pulls out his extra jersey from his bookbag, handing it to you.

You look up to him, confused.

"I thought you could wear it tomorrow to school, and the game that night."

You look down at it, the metallic number '18' on the front, then back up to him once more. "Isn't...isn't wearing a player's jersey to school something girlfriends usually do?"

He scoots the least bit closer to you, his legs on either side of your chair. He reaches up, gently gripping the back of your neck, light enough that it seems just a sweet gesture, but he knows what he means it as: him touching what is about to belong to him.

"Would that be such a bad thing?"

You blink once, twice. "What?"

He takes one of your hands in his free one. "Listen, the last few weeks," even if he knows it's only been two, but so little time together sounds...not the best out loud, "spending time with you has been a welcome change in my life. I know it started out as just tutoring, and we can keep doing that, of course. But, Y/N, I really, really like you. Being around you is just...so fucking easy. You're easy to talk to, to hang out with, to text with. And you're incredibly beautiful. And kind. And smart. Honestly, I could go on for the next hour, if not longer, about all your admirable qualities. Suffice to say that I'm very-much interested in being with you. And if you feel the same way that I do, then maybe we can give this a shot."

A strange, uneasy feeling comes over you. You tell yourself it's because you've never been asked out before. Never had someone show such blatant interest in you before like this. You're used to being alone, so of course the idea of being with someone—anyone—but especially Nate Jacobs, star football player, his dad's name being a household name in East Highland, and the guy every girl at school seems to want—seems unthinkable.

"I...I didn't think I was your type."

So does that mean you have thought about it? Being with him?

He runs his thumb over your knuckles. "I didn't think so either. But that's precisely why I think you're so good for me. You're not attention-seeking. Dating girls like that in the past has caused me nothing but trouble. You're not superficial. You care about shit—see things—in ways others just don't. Not at our age, at least. Not at our school. You're mature, responsible, know how to take care of yourself..."

He trails off, wanting you to reply. To just say yes. To give yourself to him.

"I don't know about this..."

His grip on your hand tightens just the smallest bit. "What's your concern?"

"How do I know you're not rebounding, from Cassie or Maddy?"

He shakes his head. "I'm not. I should've been done with Maddy a long time ago for the way she treated me. What she did at McKay's...I can never forgive that. And Cassie was a mistake from the first moment. We had both been drinking. And I just...I wasn't thinking clearly. But I am now. And I know what I want."

You look down to your lap. "And what if I screw things up? I've never dated someone before. I'd have no idea what to even do."

"Nothing here has to change. Not really. Us being together just means spending more time together." He fights back a smirk. "And me finally getting to kiss you."

Your head jerks up.

"Once you're ready," he adds on, knowing you'll be ready when he deems you so.

"And what if I'm just one more person to hurt or let you down?"

He feels like with that one question alone—you being so concerned for his wellbeing—he falls in love with you.

He releases your neck, now cupping your cheek. "You won't be. Do you think I haven't thought the same thing? You were abandoned by your mom. Your dad, too, essentially. The last thing I want is to be one more person to leave you. So I don't plan to.

"Listen, I'm not saying everything is going to be like a picture-perfect fairytale all the time, but I think so long as we're both happy, give each other our all, and consistently work at what we have, then we'll both be happy.

"Just in the time we've spent together, I've already opened up more to you alone than I have to anyone else in I can't tell you how long. I trust you."

He brushes the pad of his thumb over your lower lip and you want to cry from how gentle and sweet he's being—has been—with you.

Finally, you resign yourself to the likely fate of your first heartbreak.

"Okay."

His brows raise. "Yeah?"

You nod, a small smile on your face, your eyes filling with tears of joy. "Yes."

He stands, picking you up, wrapping your legs around his middle and your arms around his neck before spinning you around. "Oh, baby, I am going to make you so fucking happy."

You look down at him, and you believe it.

When you wake the next morning, you only get so far as brushing your teeth and washing your face when you hear a truck outside.

Still half-asleep, you wander to the front door and look through the peephole to see Nate coming up to it, one of his arms behind his back. You briefly wonder if you'd overslept as you flip the lock and open the door.

He comes in, pressing a kiss to your warm forehead. "Morning, angel."

You look up to him with sleepy eyes. "Am I running late?"

He smirks, thinking of the things he'd love to do with you while you're still half-asleep like this. It'd be too all easy to take control in bed.

He shakes his head. "No, I'm early," he says, pulling a bouquet of a dozen white roses out from behind his back.

You gasp lightly, taking them from him. "They're beautiful." You look up to him. "You didn't have to bring me flowers now that we're together."

It feels oddly strange to say.

He presses another kiss to your forehead. "I wanted to. It's something I want to do for you, bring my girlfriend flowers, take her on dates," he shuts the door behind him, backing you up against the wall, the flowers clutched against your chest as he places his palms on either side of you. "I hope you know I intend to spoil you fucking rotten."

Your eyes widen. "Oh."

He smirks. "C'mon, let's go get you ready."

Once you've put your flowers in a glass vase near a window in the kitchen, Nate takes your hand, leading you into the bathroom.

"Sit," he says before stopping himself, nearly opening the drawer to your straightener. He doesn't need you knowing he'd been snooping. "Straightener?"

"Uh...top drawer," you reply, seating yourself on the toilet lid

He retrieves the device, plugging it in.

As it heats up, he grabs your hairbrush from atop the sink and comes to stand behind you, running the bristles through your hair.

"You...you don't have to do my hair."

"I want to."

In truth, he wants to shave and moisturize your legs as well, then dress you in his jersey—picking out a bra and panties, too, before doing your makeup.

"Did you do this for Maddy and Cassie as well?"

He'd bought Maddy clothes, but she would've never let him dress her. Would've most-likely mocked him had he so much as given her a ponytail. Cassie was obviously a different story. "No. And we don't have to talk about them anymore. They're in the past now."

You fidget nervously with your hands. "Isn't that important—addressing our pasts to get to know one another better?"

Once your hair is free of tangles, he sets the brush down on top of the toilet tank. He then comes to stand in front of you, kneeling down to make the two of you level. "It is, but I don't want you to worry about either of them. You're the best thing for me now."

He sprays some heat-protectant on your hair before beginning to straighten it.

Nate gives you some privacy as you go over your legs with a razor one more time before getting dressed, even if you'd shaved the night previous. When you're finished, you come to stand in front of the mirror, and you simply stare.

Your hair is like it was the other day when you went grocery shopping, only, instead of ribbons on either side, he'd used hair bands that have two small balls on them that match the color of the numbering on his jersey. He'd actually done surprisingly well in doing your hair.

When you step out of the bathroom, he's waiting for you in your bedroom, his extra jersey, which you'd had hung up in your closet, now resting on your bed.

You nearly want to pinch yourself, everything seems so unreal in this moment.

He picks up the blush he'd gotten you, along with a makeup brush from your hardly-ever-used vanity and he dips it into the fine powder before gripping your chin, swiping the brush over the apples of both of your cheeks once, then twice.

You giggle nervously. "I'm starting to feel like a living-doll or something."

He smirks, snapping the compact shut, setting the materials back where they go. "I just like taking care of you."

He picks up your diamond Tiffany necklace, one more sign of his ownership over you, and clasps it around your neck.

He nods down to the jersey. "I'll let you get dressed."

Nate fights back a raging erection every mile to school. Here you sit, completely fucking covered in him, in the passenger seat of his truck. He'd done your hair, your makeup, bought the piece of jewelry you're now wearing, and his jersey hangs from your frame like a dress—he'd also picked out the white pair of tennis shoes from your closet that you're now wearing. Even eating a muffin he'd stopped to pick up for you.

He wants to pull over in a secluded spot somewhere and claim your virginity—one more part of you that will now belong to him—but he tells himself that will come soon enough.

If his plan works, you'll be in his bed, a whimpering, crying, whining, begging mess under him, sooner rather than later.

Your pussy will be his to fuck whenever and however he pleases.

He'll finally be back to no longer having to use his hand.

His fucked-up sexual fantasies of the two of you will finally get to come true

When Nate pulls into the lot, he 'accidentally' steps on one of your shoelaces after you've gotten out of the truck. He lifts you back up into your seat, setting your foot atop his knee—just like at the bowling alley—and people watch from their cars as he ties your shoe for you.

Finally, he takes your hand, firmly twining your fingers together, before locking his vehicle behind the two of you, as you walk into school together.

And you feel yourself begin to sweat nervously with every pair of eyes that turn your way, some people clearly not thinking much of it—bless those few—while others react with shocked expressions, whispering amongst themselves, eyeing you up and down, making you want to crawl inside a hole.

You look up to Nate and he looks nothing short of confident and unbothered.

You then glance over to Lexi's table and Lexi's expression somehow looks...sad? Disappointed, maybe?

Cassie, however, is shaking she's so enraged.

You quickly balk and look away from her before sitting down beside Nate, thankful you had worn a pair of black bicycle shorts under his jersey.

You drown out Nate's football friends chatting with him about tonight's game as he places his hand on your knee, then slowly moves it higher, then higher, until it's on the middle of your thigh.

You can feel your face growing warm out of mortification. What if someone sees? Thinks that the two of you are...well, already doing that.

You're torn from worrisome thoughts, thinking perhaps you'd made a mistake—you're not sure exactly what choice to consider as much—by Nate squeezing your leg.

You blink up at him. "What?"

He nods toward his friend. "He asked you a question."

You look at the young man across the table, who's maybe a year younger than the both of you, with black hair and hazel eyes, braces still on his teeth.

"I'm sorry, I guess I didn't hear you."

"I asked if you were going to be at the game tonight, since you're Nate's new girl."

"Of course she is," Nate replies for you. "She'll be in the stands cheering us onto victory. Right, baby?"

You give him a nervous smile, then nod.

He's pleased with your agreeable response.

When you get into second period, Cassie is already there, in her seat, which is just behind and diagonal to yours. You don't look at her as you lie your books on your desk, afraid to meet her eyes.

Then you hear her whisper "bitch" as you take your seat.

You slowly turn back to look at her, filled with hurt at the cruel name.

She gives you a nasty look. "What are you looking at?" She asks in a snide tone.

You turn back around without another word, fighting back tears for the rest of class, unable to think of anything else but how she'd always been so nice to you, and now despises you.

Once class is over, you go out to your locker, so distracted that you don't see Nate leaning against the one next to it with a smile meant only for you.

A smile that immediately disappears when he sees the sullen look on your face, and your bloodshot eyes.

You fumble with your lock twice before finally getting your locker open.

"What's wrong?"

You nearly jump at the sound of his voice.

You shake your head, setting your books back on their shelves with shaking hands. "N-nothing."

He leans down closer to you and speaks gently, quietly. "Something happened. Tell me."

He isn't going to take no for an answer.

You shake your head and he feels his fuse growing shorter. "Did someone say something to you?"

You look up to him. "I don't want to cause any trouble."

He delicately laces his fingers through your hair. "You won't. Just tell me what happened, sweetheart."

You shift from one foot to the other, clutching one of your textbooks to your chest. "Cassie. She-"

His tone grows hard. "What did she do?"

"When I got into class she called me a bitch. I wasn't...I wasn't sure if I heard her correctly. I turned around to look at her and she just...she had such a mean look on her face and asked me what I was looking at, so I just turned around."

He clenches his jaw so hard he's sure it will break. If that stupid whore ruins what he'd just gotten to finally happen with you—making you his—he'll fucking kill her. Actually kill her.

He wants to make a scene right in the middle of the hallway, wants to show you just how far he's willing to go protect you, even just your feelings, but he knows it will only frighten you away. Showing his devotion to you in extreme measures is something that will have to come in time.

He presses a firm kiss to your forehead, staring down Cassie across the way, who's watching the both of you with a devastated look on her face. He then looks down at you, lifting your chin until your eyes are looking into his own. "Just ignore her. She's jealous. That's all it is. Eventually she'll get over it and move onto her next flavor-of-the-month."

You nod, grabbing the rest of your things for third period.

He smiles down at you, brushing his knuckles against your cheek. "I'll be there in a minute. I'm going to run to the restroom first."

You nod, heading to class.

Once you're out of sight, he makes a b-line for Cassie.

And the dumb bitch is stupid enough to actually smile at him.

When he reaches her, he slams her locker shut with one hand—causing her to jump—keeping it firmly in place against it as he stares her down. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

She shakes some hair off of her shoulder, looking up to him, back straight, eyes pensive. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"That's complete fucking bull. Y/N told me what happened in second period." He lowers his voice so only she can hear. "Let's get one thing straight, you desperate whore, if you screw this up for me, you won't like what happens to you. You have no idea the things I'm capable of—the lengths I'm willing to go to—when someone tries to destroy my life or take someone I love away from me."

She flinches at that—him admitting it—his feelings for you. And after such a short time...

"We had our fun, now I'm done with you, just like the other half of the male student population here. The fuck did you really think was going to happen with us? Did you think we'd...what? Get married, have kids, and live in a cul-de-sac in some fantasy where you're actually a good person that any man would deem worthy of marriage? I got exactly what I wanted and threw your ass to the curb when I got bored and you started acting fucking psychotic."

He points his finger at her face and she shrinks back against a locker, tears stinging her eyes. "Stay the fuck away from me, and even further away from Y/N. If I find out you've said another word—so much as come near her... Just try me, Cass."

With that, he steps away, heading to third period.

After school, Nate drops you off, promising he'll be back that evening to pick you up before the game, and you give him a soft kiss on the cheek before he leaves.

Once you're alone, for some reason, you feel like you can finally breathe. Like some weight had been bearing down on your chest all day and has suddenly lifted.

You blame it on the crowded halls and your noisy classmates.

You leave your hair the way it is, but change into something more comfortable before finding something to eat and sitting down to do homework.

In the middle of finishing your math homework, you begin to think of what had happened with Cassie. It had hurt your feelings, but you aren't angry. If anything, you feel sad on her behalf. While she was, of course, partly to blame, she'd still lost her best friend and boyfriend both, as well as earning herself an even worse reputation around school. You tell yourself the anger isn't necessarily directed at you. That's she's just lashing out in general due to being hurt and alone, and you're an easy target.

You're not sure trying to make nice with her is a good idea, however.

Your phone buzzes, ripping you away from your worries about Maddy trying to come after you next, even if she seems to have far less interest in you and Nate—minus that day in the parking lot—when you check it. You see that it's from Nate.

Nate: Be by around 6 to pick you up.

You: See you then. (:

Nate: Make sure to wear my jersey. 🏈

You grin at his finally using emojis.

You: I will. ❤️

You're left with a little over two hours to yourself before he'll be there to pick you up again. So you take another shower, knowing you sweated a bit more than usual today, then lie back on your bed and try to distract yourself with a movie.

Shortly before six, you dress in Nate's jersey again, and a fresh pair of panties and bicycle shorts before going out to sit on the swing in front of your house to wait for him.

You can't help but smile when he pulls up, butterflies in your stomach.

He comes around, opening the passenger door to the truck. Once you're seated, before you can buckle yourself, he does so for you.

You don't manage to say anything, such as telling him that him doing that really isn't necessary, before he shuts the door.

Nate rolls down the windows, blasting upbeat rap music on the way back to the school. You smile, thinking he looks cute when he's excited. He doesn't seem to exhibit that emotion a lot.

Then again, apart from winning at bowling, neither do you.

Perhaps the both of you are too serious for your age.

You lean back, a smile on your face, and he rests his hand on your upper thigh. You tell yourself you're fine with him touching you there.

That it doesn't make you uncomfortable.

That he's just trying to be a sweet boyfriend.

Once the two of you pull in, the parking lot is only sparingly filled. But the game also doesn't start until after seven.

Once Nate has helped you out of the truck, disliking that you'd already unbuckled yourself before he got a chance to, he takes your hand in his—his duffle bag slung over his other shoulder—as he heads in the direction of the field house. One you're around the backside of the school, he drops his bag on the ground, turning back to you.

He cups your cheek in his large palm. "Can I get a kiss for good luck?"

You hesitate for a moment. Then, "Yes," you say with a shy smile.

He smiles down at you in return before pressing you up against the brick building, then lowering his lips to yours.

He fights back a moan at finally getting to be this: your first kiss. The first one to taste you. The only person to ever have this intimate moment with you.

He opens your mouth with his, gently flicking his tongue against your own and he feels your body stiffen, until he does it again and you relax.

He stays like that for a good few minutes, his tongue tasting you, the sun beating down on his back as his form shadows your own, both your eyes closed as you, after seventeen years, finally find out what it's like to be kissed.

And it's slow and gentle and passionate. And you feel heat pool between your thighs.

You whimper against his lips and his cock hardens at the sound.

He pulls back just the least bit, his lips hovering over your own, which are now red, a bit swollen. "What was that?"

"I dunno," you say, gripping his t-shirt, pulling him back down to you.

He grows impossibly harder at the fact you want more.

He easily obliges.

He wants to move his lips down to your neck, wants to give you a hicky before you go sit on the bleachers for the game, but doesn't.

Finally, he pulls away, both your breathing labored. "Alright, I have to go get ready, my little good-luck charm."

You laugh at that.

He presses one more soft kiss to your lips before reaching down and grabbing his bag.

"Oh," he says, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. "This is for your ticket." He hands you a five dollar bill. "And this is incase you want anything from the concessions."

He hands you a fifty and your eyes widen.

"I don't think a pretzel costs that much, Nate."

He shrugs. "Maybe you'll want a souvenir of your first game."

You stand on your tiptoes and he smirks, leaning down again as you wrap your arms around his neck. You press a soft kiss to his cheek, before whispering in his ear. "Good luck. And thank you."

He kisses your lips again before stepping away. "I'll look for you in the bleachers."

He begins to walk backwards toward the field house.

"I'll be there cheering you on."

He smiles at the image of that. "Maybe we can do something after."

You nod. "Good luck!"

Surprisingly, when you go to sit on the bleachers, Cassie, who's gathered with the rest of the cheerleaders, doesn't look back at you but once, shortly after you first sit down. It'd only been a glance, and then her completely ignoring you, which you're beyond okay with.

You'd bought yourself a water before finding a seat, the day still hot with the sun out, even if it's beginning to slowly set.

A sense of thrill fills you when the players run onto the field, your eyes immediately honing in on number eighteen.

You feel your cheeks grow impossibly warmer when you remember your kiss from earlier.

You watch as the players gather around their coach, Nate removing his helmet as they—you assume—strategize. He glances up to you and gives you a wink and you smile in return, blowing him a kiss.

Once they break, Nate pretends to catch it, pressing it to his chest before putting his helmet back on.

You can't help but admire him in his uniform.

You've never liked sports before tonight. But with Nate now being your boyfriend and out there on the field, you're completely engrossed. You sit on the edge of your seat the entire game, just watching him running this way and that across the field, blushing when you think about the two of you wearing matching jerseys.

And every time he scores a touchdown, which turns out to be a lot, you hop up from your seat, clapping and smiling, feeling proud of him.

In all honesty, seeing him plowing through the other players and tackling and just...playing the game...actually turns you on a little. Okay, perhaps a bit more than a little. It just makes him look so strong.

You wonder what he would think of that fact.

Once the game is over, the Blackhawks having unsurprisingly won, Nate removes his helmet, yelling and laughing in victory with the rest of his teammates. You smile, glad to see him happy.

He looks into the stands, searching for you and finds you in the same spot you've been in all night.

He waves his hand for you to come down and you do, coming to stand on the other side of the fence from him.

He rests his forearms atop it. "So, what did you think?"

You grip a few of his fingers. "I had fun, which I didn't expect." You giggle to yourself.

"What?" He asks with a smirk.

You shake your head.

"Well, now you have to tell me."

You look up at him from under your lashes and he can already tell he's going to fucking love whatever is about to come out of that pretty little mouth.

"You look really good in your uniform."

He leans forward. "Oh, yeah?"

You nod. "Mhm."

He reaches forward, gripping the one you're wearing, bringing you a bit closer to him. "So do you."

You kiss then, the taste of him now mixed with sweat and grass and fresh air.

He pulls away. "Climb over here."

Watch me fall or hurt myself, you think as you wedge your tennis shoe in the chain-link fence. Once you're halfway up, Nate lifts you the rest of the way over, and you wrap your legs around his middle, running your fingers through his slick hair.

"Sorry, I'm all sweaty."

You shake your head. "I don't mind," you say before kissing him.

You wait for Nate outside of the field house, leaned back against the red brick stones, staring up in the millions of stars littering the night sky, feeling so completely happy for the first time in you're not sure how long.

Once players begin to file out, you watch for Nate to be among them. When he exits, he glances in your direction, coming over to stand in front of you, offering you his hand. "Ready?"

You nod.

Once you're in his truck, he stands in the passenger side doorway, one of his arms resting against the top of the truck, his other hand against your left calf.

"I've had a really great night, and I don't really want to just drop you off at home, and then it ends."

You just look at him, waiting for him to continue.

"If I ask you to stay the night at my place, will you?"

You shift in your seat. "Doing...doing what?"

"Just sleeping," he states. "Maybe we can watch a movie in bed or something."

You think about it for a moment, not sure you're comfortable with moving this quickly.

"What about your parents?"

"What about 'em?"

"They won't mind you bringing a girl home late at night?"

He shakes his head. "I mind my business and they mind theirs. If I want to invite someone over, they're not going to tell me no."

You think that's a very unconventional way to parent, especially when it comes to him having a girl in his room—in his bed.

"You don't think it's a little early for me to be spending the night?" You ask gently, using a kind tone to try and prevent hurting his feelings.

He's quiet for a moment, now looking away from you. "I'm sorry. I guess I got too excited to spend more time with you tonight. It was a stupid idea. I shouldn't have asked in the first place. Just forget I did."

He goes to pull away and you suddenly feel bad. You'd hurt his feeling anyway. Something you had told him you didn't want to do just yesterday.

You quickly grab his hand. "No, I'm sorry. I just...I don't-" you scramble for some excuse that isn't 'this makes me uncomfortable'. "I don't want you to get the wrong impression about me."

He softens, stepping closer to you again, his hand sliding up your thigh. "Like what?"

You relax at the tension quickly dissipating. "Like..." you bite your lip. "Like I'm easy. Or...or a slut. Or-"

That same hand comes up to caress your cheek. "Baby, you'd never even had your first kiss before tonight. I could never think that about you. You're probably the most innocent girl—person, even—at this school. And like I said, we'll only be sleeping."

You look at him for a moment. "I don't have a change of clothes. Or a toothbrush or-"

"You can just wear something of mine. And we have extras, I'll just give you one."

Finally, you cave. "Ok."

He gives you a gentle smile. "Ok."

When you and Nate pull up to his house, you suddenly feel inadequate at the large home that looms before you. Two stories tall and very, very expensive looking.

You're so busy studying the extravagance of it that you don't notice Nate unbuckling you.

"Your house is-"

"Obnoxious, I know."

He helps you down, taking your hand in his before grabbing his bag and heading inside.

You glance around the foyer, but not for long before Nate begins pulling you toward the stairs. And then you hear his name being called from down the hall.

He stops in his tracks, rolling his eyes.

"Is that your mom?" You whisper.

He drops his duffel bag, which thumps against the floor. "Yeah."

"Nate, come in here, I want to tell you how great you were tonight!"

You take one of his hands in both of yours. "Can I meet her?"

He pulls his hand away without answering. Only, instead, giving you a 'wait here' before walking away.

You stand there, unsure about the sudden shift in his mood. It was like it had happened gradually on the way over and only became more extreme the moment her voice called to him.

Does he really hate being here that much?

When Nate enters the kitchen, his mom is making a salad at the island, his dad grabbing a beer from the fridge.

Marsha walks around it, gesturing for Nate to lean down to give her a hug, which he does, and she plants a quick kiss to his cheek. "You were so great tonight, honey. Your momma is very proud of you."

He nods. "Thanks."

He glances back down the hall, and then his dad speaks. "You left yourself open too much in the first quarter. I've said it before and I will again, you need to work on that, son."

Nate's fists tighten at his side.

He glances back down the hall again and immediately regrets it.

"Do we have company?" His mom asks.

"No. I do." He takes a step away.

"Wait, hold on. Who is it?"

He rolls his eyes. "Does it fucking matter? I need to get back to her-"

He lets out a low swear. He just had to say 'her'.

His mom crosses her arms, now interested. "Her? Did you bring a girl home?"

"I think your mother means 'another girl' home."

Nate glares at his father as he takes a swig of his beer. Finally, he looks back to his mom. "Yes."

Her brows raise. "Well, do I get to meet her?"

Nate sighs. He steps out of the kitchen, and you look up at him, now full of nerves. He jerks his head in the direction of the kitchen.

You walk up to him. "Is everything ok?" you whisper as he takes your hand.

"It's fine." Is all the reply he gives you before pulling you into the kitchen with him.

Your eyes look this way at that, taking in the lovely décor and the beautiful island and appliances, then looking to his mom, then his dad, who seems to be watching the two of you with no more than idle amusement.

"Mom, dad, this is Y/N. Y/N, these are my parents."

His mom steps forward first, pulling you into an unexpected hug, but you quickly embrace her in return. You don't want to admit how nice it feels to be held by a mother, even if she isn't your own.

Finally, she pulls back, holding you in place by your upper-arms as she looks you over. "Well, don't you just look adorable in Nate's old jersey."

You flush a shade of crimson. "Thank you."

She releases you, placing her hand over her chest. "I'm Marsha, the mom. And this is-"

"Cal," His father finishes, stepping up to the island, reaching across it to shake your hand.

You nearly tell him you already know his name, but refrain, knowing doing so will only make this moment more awkward.

Once introductions are through, you step back to Nate's side.

"It's nice to meet the both of you."

"Oh, she's polite!" His mom chimes in. "I already like her a lot better than Maddy. Not that that's hard to achieve." She takes a bite of her salad, swallowing. "She was a truly awful girl."

Nate wraps his arm around your waist, but before he can pull you away and get you upstairs and locked away inside his room with him, Cal speaks. "Going through 'em awful fast, aren't you, Nate? That's what, three girls now, in almost as many months?"

You feel nothing short of embarrassed, perhaps even a little ashamed, at his comment.

Nate's grip on your hip tightens painfully for a moment, and you're sure it'll leave a bruise, but you don't speak, instead just bearing witness to the now-taut silence enveloping the room.

Nate steps away from you, going over to the fridge.

Nate grabs a beer, Cal going to grab himself another, until Nate speaks so low only he can hear. "Not nearly as fast as you, though, am I?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're such a fucking asshole. Leave me," he glances to you, then back to his dad, "And her alone. Stay out of my way, and I'll stay out of yours like we usually do."

With that, Nate comes over, firmly gripping your hand, and leading you upstairs.

Once Nate has shut the door behind the two of you, locking it, he throws his duffle bag down, then grabs a pair of boxers and sweatpants from his dresser before going into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

You seat yourself on his bed, wondering what, exactly, had been said between he and his dad to make him so upset. Unless it was the comment about him going through girls? On the one hand, it was kind of a shitty thing to say. On the other, parents sometimes give their kids a hard time. It comes with the territory.

A few moments later, Nate emerges from the bathroom, shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his hair damp and tousled.

You feel that same heat from earlier when he'd kissed you settling between your legs again. Then you tell yourself now is not the time—he's upset.

He walks over to his closet.

"Are you ok?" You ask softly.

He hands you a plain black t-shirt. "Here, you can wear this to bed after you've showered."

So he's not ready to talk about it just yet. "What about bottoms?"

He lies back on the bed, one of his arms slung over his eyes. "Nothing I have will fit you. The t-shirt is fine."

You accept that, padding into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

When you emerge, it's in Nate's shirt, a fluffy towel wrapped around your wet hair.

He's still lying on the bed in the same position from earlier.

You rub the towel against your hair a few times, then drop it in his hamper before coming to sit with your legs crossed beside him. You're silent for a moment, trying to think of the right thing to say. Finally, you just make a simple offer.

"Do you want me to leave?"

He shakes his head, his other arm coming to rub up and down your spine. "No."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He lowers the arm from over his eyes, which are now open, staring up at the ceiling. "There's nothing to talk about. I told you: he's an asshole."

You shrug. "He's your dad. Picking on you is kind of part of his job."

"That's not why he said it. It's not why he does any of the shit that he does. It has nothing to do with him being my dad."

"Maybe he just-"

He looks at you then. "Can we just not talk about my dad while we're in bed together?"

You withdraw into yourself a little at his sudden irritation. And how he had worded it. Like you're doing something other than just talking.

"Ok, I'm sorry."

He notes that your tone now sounds slightly frightened. He sits up, leaning on his arm, his free hand coming to grip your waist. "No, I am. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just him. It's always fucking him."

"Have the two of you ever considered sitting down and just having a heart-to-heart?"

He snorts, then looks at you like that's the stupidest idea anyone has ever come up with.

"Lie down with me," he says, pulling back the covers, which you then crawl beneath.

He pulls you against him, his arm under your neck, fingertips lightly tracing the tip of your shoulder. "Thank you for being here."

"You're welcome. I'm very proud of you tonight. It sounds like your mom is too."

He bends the arm that's not holding you behind his head.

"I'm glad you stayed."

"Of course I did," you say, resting your hand over his chest. "I thought I hated sports until tonight. I had a fun time watching you."

He looks at you. "Good."

He then slips his arm out from under you, your head falling back against a pillow which smells of cologne and him. He hovers over top of you, scooting you lower before he presses a kiss to your forehead.

You panic. "Nate..."

He looks down, but you grab his chin, which he doesn't expect.

"Don't look."

His brows furrow.

"The t-shirt sort of rode up."

He bites back a smirk. So you're half-naked underneath him, then.

He lowers his body onto your own. "There, now I can't see."

You remain staring up at him.

He plants a soft kiss to your cheek. "Is this ok?"

You're quiet for a moment. Longer than he'd like. Until, finally, "I guess so."

That's all the permission he needs before he starts kissing you. He teases you with his tongue again like earlier, since you had seemed to like that so much, before he eventually moves lower, pressing hot, wet kisses to your neck.

He moves from one side, and when he gets to the other, you jerk underneath him and whimper.

So he kisses that same spot again and your breathing quickens.

His cock fills with blood, knowing he's found a sweet spot.

And so he kisses and sucks at the sensitive skin, until your hips have risen up against him, your arms around his neck and you're panting. He flicks his tongue and you moan in the back of your throat, your control slipping more and more with each kiss. He doesn't stop until he's sure you're soaked and he sees that he's left a purple bruise in his wake.

When he looks down at you, your face is flushed, your lips slightly parted, your hair a mess. It'd be so fucking easy to have his way with you right now. But it would ruin everything to do it this soon.

"Did you like that?" he asks, smoothing some hair from your face.

You nod.

He wonders just how far you'll let him go tonight, short of him breaking your hymen with his cock.

He grips your hip in one of his hands, then moves it higher, to the curve of your side, then higher, until you reach down, firmly grabbing his wrist, his hand now underneath his t-shirt that's barely even covering you now.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"I-" you shut your mouth.

In truth, all you want is to touch yourself. Or maybe let him. No. You can't do that. Not this soon. God, what are you doing? In his bed, nearly naked—nothing covering your bottom half, which is now so wet your thighs are slick from it—and wanting nothing more than to tell him to keep going.

You've never felt like this before. But you've also never had any form of intimacy with another person before.

Only ever yourself.

He gives you a look of understanding. "I don't give a shit what society expects of you. What you think you're supposed to do. I want to know what you want, right now, in this moment."

Finally, after a beat of silence, you release his wrist.

He slowly pushes up the t-shirt higher, then higher, until he can see the bottom swell of your breasts, then he pulls it over your head, tossing it on the floor.

And he just marvels at you. Your naked body lying back against his dark sheets. He still has his lower half covering your own, but knows he'll get to see every inch of you before the night is through.

He leans down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and you throw your head back.

He grips your hips, trailing his tongue over to your other breast, now sucking on it. He looks up to you. Your eyes are now closed, head thrown back, mouth slightly parted.

He rolls a nipple between his teeth and your hips lift, which he pushes back down into the mattress.

He moves back to your other breast, doing the same, willing a whimper or a cry from your lips. Even his fucking name. Instead, you're so damn quiet. Maddy and Cassie had both been vocal—sometimes overly so. This he's not used to.

Finally, he lifts his head and your eyes pop open, wondering why he's stopped.

"Are you not enjoying it?"

Your brows furrow. "What?"

"You're not really making any noise. Are you this quiet when you touch yourself?"

You wait a moment, then nod. He just tells himself that he won't stop until he's changed that fact, then.

He dives back down, devouring your breasts again, then kissing between them, gradually moving lower and lower, until he's right below your belly button.

You suddenly sit half-up, leaning back on your forearms.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asks.

Your heart is pounding, and there's an incredibly strong pulse going between your thighs. A million thoughts race through your head. The most prominent one: is this why he'd given you attention in the first place? To make you another notch in his belt?

"This...this isn't all you wanted me for-"

"No. I want you. All of you. Being intimate with you is just one part of it. I don't plan on having sex with you tonight. When I take your virginity, I want it to be perfect. For your sake. There's just something I want to try."

He releases one of your hips, twining his fingers between yours for reassurance. While he understands your hesitancy, he wishes you'd lie the fuck back down and spread your legs for him.

Until, finally, you do.

He kisses down your stomach, then is pleased to see that you'd recently shaven your pubic area.

He makes a mental note to start setting you up appointments, which he'll be paying for, so you can get waxed regularly. At least he won't have to worry about stubble or ingrown hairs at that point.

When he's finally eye-level with your pussy, his throbbing erection grows impossibly harder. You truly are fucking perfect in every way.

He lowers his mouth onto you and, finally, you cry out at the unexpected feeling.

He quickly throws both of your legs over his shoulders, spearing his tongue, burying it in the heat between your thighs. He flicks your clit and your fingers tighten around his.

God, you're already so fucking wet. He blames it on your being a virgin—not that he doesn't absolutely fucking love it.

So he does it again. And again. He then swirls his tongue this way and that, sliding up your soaked folds—God, you taste fucking amazing—then back down again. Finally, he pulls back the least bit and he hears you whine in response as he begins to kiss your inner thighs.

At least he'll have this to use against you when the time comes: a bit of oral sex, leading you right up to the edge, and then denying you an orgasm unless you do what he wants will be a perfect weapon against you.

Finally, after wiggling your hips more than once, clearly wanting his mouth back on your pussy, he gives you what you've silently asked him for.

He kisses, licks, sucks, bites—lightly—until he focuses solely on your clit.

He hopes you scream when you fucking cum just so his dad has to hear it.

Instead, that fantasy is broken when you release his hand, pulling one of his pillows over your face as you finish against his mouth, your hips lifting, which he once again pulls back down as he continues eating you out.

He only hears your muffled cries—he can swear he hears you say his name—until you finally drop the pillow on the floor, trying to catch your breath as he presses a few kisses to your now-pulsating pussy.

He rests his chin against your pubic area, watching as you slowly begin to calm, your legs still over his shoulders.

"How was that?"

You feel dazed, your legs like jelly, even a bit sweaty. "Good."

He raises a brow. "Just good?"

You tangle your fingers in your hair, the pulse of your pussy just now beginning to calm. "Really, really good."

"You liked it that much, huh?"

You nod.

"How much?"

You sit up, your muscles now feeling weak. "I loved it, Nate. T-thank you."

He studies you for a moment, considering. "Do you want me to do it again?"

"Really?"

He notes just how eager and excited you sound. Almost desperate for it—for him.

And in that moment, he knows he finally has you exactly where he fucking wants you.

#fic: euphoria (nate jacobs x reader) #nate jacobs x y/n #nate jacobs x you #nate jacobs imagine #nate jacobs x reader #euphoria x you #euphoria x reader

[amiscreations]

Meeting All of Def Leppard in Sheffield!!!!

Yes, really! and no this wasn't part of a meet and greet or anything, I just happened to be incredibly blessed that weekend🥰 so sit back, relax, get your snacks, and lemme give you a comprehensive timeline of how I met the guys!

So you guys all know my interaction with Sav at the album signing, if not read about it here, but that was my only interaction with Sav. 

other than that, my friends happened to be staying at the same hotel that the Leppards and their crew were! 

the only one of the Leppard crew who wasn't staying there was Sav, because he was staying at his house (he lives in Sheffield so ig it makes sense) but yeah that was why we didn't see him at all after the signing.

also the man is illusive af so even if he was staying at the hotel we prob wouldn't have seen much of him😅

Right, now time for the others!

The next Leppard I met (and I still genuinely cannot believe this) was Joe!

We got back to the hotel after the concert and he was just… there? In the lobby/restaurant area? WHAT?

I will admit that I did feel a little bad going up to him as he seemed like he just wanted to hang out with his friends who were all there, but at this point I didn’t know that they were staying at the hotel so I didn’t know if I’d ever get this opportunity again.

He was sO NICE and sO TIPSY LMAO

We didn’t say much to each other apart from the usual “the show was amazing!” And “Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it” kinda routine bUT STILL I WAS TALKING TO JOSEPH ELLIOTT HIMSELF ANYTHING WAS MORE THAN AMAZING 

he is also vERY tall in person

Like I knew he was like 6′3 or something like that but my short ass just did not expect him to be that tall for some reason

But yeah that was that

Another fun thing was that we stayed in the lobby for a little while and we could just hEAR him laughing and talking 

Something I learned about Joe Elliott on this trip is that tHE MAN IS LOUD WHEN TIPSY

Just as we were about to retire for the night, in walks The Thundergod himself, Mr Rick Allen!

Of course we got a picture with him and he was very intent on taking it himself in selfie mode LMAO

(my friends were in this too but I decided to crop them out bc I wasn't sure if they wanted to be on Tumblr or not)

HE IS SO LOVELY AAAAAAA

Cut to the next day, I meet my friends in Starbucks, and we weren’t in there more than 10 mins, and Rick walks in! 

My friend apparently had always wanted to buy him coffee, so the went up and paid for his order aWWW

he then proceeded to come and sit at our table and we just... talked?

as if we were old friends?

WHAT?

HE IS SO NICE AND SO CHARMING AND SO FUNNY I JUST AWWW

we ended up running into him a lot that day and the next, and he genuinely seemed happy to see us!

at one point he said “greetings earthlings” to us and did the Star Trek salute

long story short for about 48 hours we became best friends with Rick Allen and I miss him every day

Next up: Phil

our first interaction was very generic (well as generic as you can get when you're literally meeting one of your favourite people on the entire planet)

we ran into him in the lobby of the hotel and we talked about the concert for a bit

he said he was super excited for the rest of the tour AWW

we saw him a couple of other times  that day but other than a “hello” and a smile  we didn't bother him at all

we would have done the same whenever we saw Rick but I cannot stress enough that HE was the one coming up to US when ever he saw us

later that day we also saw Joe again but we didn't go up to him as he was with Jess and Mike and seemed busy ( he was honestly probably going out to film something👀)

Ok this next part might be a lil sad

But we also went to visit Steve🥺

I didn’t expect to cry, but as soon as the three of us laid eyes on his gravestone we just all broke down into tears.

There was a lot of lil bits of memorabilia there that looked like they had been there for a long time, mostly guitar picks and lil notes.

But the part that got us? There was a picture of him and Phil there which you can just about see in the first photo

Not me crying again rn

But we have him some flowers (which we all wrote a note on) and I also gave him a guitar pick. 

I’d actually found this guitar pick on the floor in Brighton a few weeks ago, and it was from a music touring company. I’d completely forgotten I’d left it in my bag, but I think it was absolutely a sign when I found it on the floor.

Everything felt so heartbreakingly perfect 

We got to share this little moment with him💜

Ok sad stuff over 

Cut to the next day, we’re back at Starbucks again getting breakfast. surely nothing else out of the ordinary could happen, right?

well that was proven wrong when VIVIAN CAMPBELL WALKED IN HKSFBKFJS

seriously we weren’t even planning to stay in there wE WERE IN THERE FOR LIKE FIVE MINUTES TO GET BREAKFAST AND THEN GO

anyways I got to give him one of my art prints 

I actually forgot to say I gave one to Rick as well as Sav

well I gave one to Scott (sav’s son who I saw at the OAC pop up) and he said he would give it to Sav AWW

the only one I didn't give a print to was Joe and im sO MAD bc I made a bunch of Joe prints to give out to the fans at the concert and over the weekend bUT I FORGOT TO SAVE ONE FOR THE MAN HIMSELF AAAAAH IM SORRY JOE

I can just imagine all the guys showing each other their prints and Joe being like 🥺why didn't I get one?

I WILL GET A PRINT TO JOE IF IT KILLS ME DW THIS IS NOW MY MISSION 

ANYWAYS Viv was super cool but super shy aww so it didn't seem right to ask him for a picture

[EDIT] idk how I forgot this part but Viv actually recognised me from the signing???!!!! He said “aw I recognise you, you were the one with Sav’s jacket😃” I kept my cool somehow but I was fREAKING OUT

esp in the cafe where I don’t think he wanted attention drawn to him😅

also side note I can confirm that Viv is absolutely ripped irl like bRUUUH👁👄👁

everyone talks about how buff phil is but nO ONE TALKS ABOUT VIV

soz but that just needed to be said.

we decided to stay in the lobby and ofc we saw the leppards a bunch again

literally it was so surreal 

just as they were getting ready to check out Joe came out of the elevator and said “good morning ladies” to us 

we all just collectively internally screamed

we said some other things to him and vice versa but my brain was going 100 miles an hour (BC THAT’S JOE ELLIOTT RIGHT THERE TALKING TO US?) so I honestly dont remember what exactly we were saying😅

another fun thing was that my friend had gifted him a shirt at the signing aND THE MAN WAS WEARING IT AS HE WAS CHECKING OUT

IT WAS SO SWEET AND WE ALL JUST CRIED 

and then as he walked out he said “ladies I bid you adieu”

*more internal feral screaming*

Viv also went to check out and Caitlin (his wife) was with him and I stg she gave me a death glare LMAO

I honestly don’t think she meant to lol but it was still funny

like don’t worry I'm not gonna steal your man calm down

I managed to stop Phil just in time to give him one of my art prints!

one of my friends also had a programme from the Pyro days that had a double page pic of the guys and everyone had their signature (yes this even had Steve’s signature) apart from Phil

and she finally got to complete it by asking him to sign it! 

the best part about this was that he seemed so genuinely happy to see Steve’s signature

he then gAVE ME AND HER HUGS WTF FHDHDHSH

we both then cried 😃

like literally we were both so overwhelmed (in a good way) that we just had to let it all out

and just like that, they were on their way to the airport 

when I left for Sheffield four days prior I had no idea that when I left, I could say I'd had conversations with all five of my favourite people in the world. 

hopefully this was the first time of many I’ll see them!

#I tried my best to recount this in chronological order lmao #but I'm also aware that a lot of this is all over the place #esp bc I saw Rick a BUNCH so it was kinda hard to document every interaction lmao #also Jess and Mike definitely recognised us LMAO #I think the person we saw the most was actually Ryan tho #he was genuinely everywhere #I hope I'm in a slog btw #but yeah I genuinely cannot believe how incredibly lucky I was to meet everyone #and the fact that we got to talk to them properly #everything fell so miraculously into place that weekend #lots of 'right place right time' ofc #but also I just feel incredibly blessed #and I truly wish that every leppard fan reading this gets to meet the guys at some point #bc they are all genuinely such lovely and down to earth people #the weekend honestly still feel like a dream #an amazing dream come true #Def Leppard #Joe Elliott #Rick Savage #Rick Allen #Phil Collen #Vivian Campbell #Steve Clark #Sheffield #the stadium tour #Also how this became so much longer than my stadium tour post I have no idea #ig it spans several days but still

[nobedofroses]

December 7

pairing: Marcus Moreno x reader

warnings: 13yo mocking, ice skating, horny for husband!Marcus

words: 1.6k

a/n: this one is a little disjointed probs but cute and fun Marcus and Missy (and Missy’s friend lol)

Last, Full List, Next, More Marcus

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Missy had begged you and Marcus for a trip to the city so she and her friend, Rosa, could go ice skating at Rockefeller Center. She approached you each separately, convincing you because you could make a weekend of it and see a show and have a fancy dinner and go shopping. Then the two of you went to Marcus and he was helpless to resist.

That weekend, you arrived at a vacation rental in Manhattan, chosen instead of a hotel so that the two of you could ensure that the girls wouldn’t try to sneak off (they were still young, but you’d rather be over safe than sorry) while maintaining privacy for you and Marcus. Just in case. 

The first afternoon was spent settling in and going to a couple pizza places nearby to find the favorite of the group, something Missy and Rosa took very seriously. 

In the morning, you went to a deli and a bakery right next to each other so you could have bagels and donuts. Marcus then suggested that if you wanted to do shopping, it should be now so that you could go skating around noon, hopefully when everyone else was having lunch. 

A couple hours later, you were back at the vacation rental to layer up and drop off the bags and bags full of things you had bought. With each new purchase, you had seen Marcus wince a little bit more, but you had made a budget and were still well within its confines. And tonight you would get him out of his miserly mood the way only you knew how. 

When the four of you got to the skating rink, it turned out you were not the only ones who had the plan to come during lunch. While it was probably less busy than normal, there was still a wait time, but it was relatively easy to stay patient once you all had a cup of steaming hot cocoa. 

In half an hour, you were in line to get the girls skates, but when you got to the front, Marcus told them all four of your sizes. 

“No honey, I’m not gonna skate, I’ll just watch,” you told him, scrunching your nose. 

“C’mon babe, I’ll get them and you can try it and if you hate it we’ll just sit on the side, but we can take it slow, okay?” he asked you with pleading eyes and you were helpless to resist. 

“Okay, I’ll try,” you told him and then got out of the way of the line while he grabbed your two sets of skates and the girls grabbed theirs. 

Once you had all put on the skates and dropped your shoes off at the little locker Marcus had gotten the key for, you headed to the ice. Missy and Rosa, of course, were far ahead and skating before you had even wobbled over to the entrance. Then Marcus started picking up speed, moving from your side where you had been counting on him to catch you if you fell. 

“Wait up, Marcus! I’m not sure I can make it to the ice!” you called after him pleadingly. 

He just told you over his shoulder, “Just a second, sweetie, I’m just picking something up for when we’re on the ice.” 

You had absolutely no idea what he was talking about and were getting grumpy that he had left you behind. Especially when you got to the entrance and were going to either stand there and wait like an idiot or try and get on the ice on your own. And while the first was embarrassing, it would be a lot less dangerous. So you stood there, impatient and stubborn, waiting for Marcus to deign come back to you and help. 

But before you could get too too annoyed, he skated up from the ice, very unexpectedly, toting something that made your stomach drop out when you realized what it was. 

“Marcus, I am not going to use the penguin,” you downright whined, feeling heat come to your cheeks and you ducked your head, not wanting to attract any attention to yourself. 

“Sweetheart, come here, please. I promise you don’t have to use the penguin,” Marcus entreated you, holding a hand out to help you over the threshold. Only because you trusted him to take care of you did you take it and let him. 

You stumbled, but when Marcus moved his hand to your waist and you held his upper arm, you were able to stand straight. Taking a quick breath, you smiled up at Marcus, proud at the little achievement of actually being on the ice. But when you took a step forward, which meant Marcus had to take a step back, he’s the one that stumbled. 

Marcus let go of you immediately so that if he fell he didn’t take you down with him. He only managed to keep his balance when he grabbed onto the penguin with both hands. 

“As you can see, I am also not very good at ice skating. The penguin is for me,” he told you, panting a little from the exertion it took not to fall. 

You smiled because he was ridiculously cute slightly embarrassed, but then asked, “If you’re using the penguin, how the hell am I going to make it around the rink?” 

Marcus blushed a little and slowly turned so he was three quarters of the way facing away from you, “I was thinking I could be your penguin.” 

How absolutely adorable he was distracted you for a second as you thought about how you were totally going to rail him tonight. But then you remembered where you were and made a happy sound, rushing forward. However, you forgot you were on ice, and accidentally moved too fast, crashing into Marcus back and sending the two of you sliding forward, nearly out of control. 

The penguin, of course, was your savior, keeping the two of you on your feet and letting you coast to an only slightly shaky stop. The two of you stayed frozen for a few seconds, not wanting to jinx anything and fall. Especially because you were now fully away from the wall surrounding the edge. 

In a sudden flurry of movement, you were circled by flashes of pink and blue. When they stopped moving at what seemed like the speed of light, they were Missy and Rosa, respectively. 

They were laughing before they were even standing still. Likely, they had been laughing for a while. 

“You two are so lame,” Missy half-complained, half-laughed. “Those things are for babies.” 

“No, they’re cute, total couple goals!” Rosa giggled and you had to chuckle too, remembering what it was like to be a 13 year old girl. 

“Ew, Rosa, they’re old,” Missy told her and Rosa shrugged. So Missy switched topics, “How are you guys gonna skate if you’re too scared to move?” 

“I don’t know, mija, are you gonna push us?” Marcus asked, a little sassy because he already knew the issue at hand. 

Missy shrugged, “Rosa, you push, I’ll pull.” 

Before either you or Marcus could process what Missy said, the two girls had moved to either end and started moving you. Rosa put her hands on the middle of your back and started skating, so you braced yourself better against Marcus so her force would push him too. Missy went in front of the penguin and grabbed onto one of the handles on top of its head. 

You were very impressed that the two of them were strong enough to get all four of you moving, but then Rosa nudged your back to get your attention, “Hey, you gotta skate too, we can’t do all the work.” 

Feeling thoroughly chastised by a teenager, you started moving your feet, trying to mimic the girls’ movements. Marcus must have gotten a similar treatment from Missy, because he was skating now too. 

The girls took you just under halfway around the rink and then let you go, cutting across the rink back to the entrance and the hot chocolate after saying that they needed a break after lugging you two around.

 Once they were gone, you and Marcus moved at a much slower pace. But it was still nice, with your hands on Marcus’ waist, warm and strong. Soon enough, you were less using him for balance and more just wrapping your arms around him. You kept things PG, but were getting to feel like maybe you should head out soon and “take a nap.” 

The two of you were just reaching the entrance when the girls got back on the rink, and they agreed to fifteen more minutes of skating and then you would leave. They were easy to convince with the promise of pizza. 

You and Marcus stumbled back outside of the rink and to the benches to take off the skates. As you did, you whispered to Marcus about your plan. 

“We should get them lots of pizza and soda so that they have a sugar and carb crash and fall asleep watching whatever movie they choose and then while they do that, we can have sex, what do you think?” 

“I think that’s a perfect plan, sweetheart, with maybe one tiny problem. Mmm, two tiny problems,” Marcus told you and you frowned. 

“Do tell.” 

“One, we might be too sore to have sex by then.” 

“Hmph.” 

“And two, what’s gonna keep us from falling asleep after we eat pizza?” 

“Damn, those are problems,” you fell silent as you wracked your brain for solutions. Then your face lit up, “I’ve got it.” 

“Yeah?”     “Yeah. We take a hot shower so we don’t get sore, and we have sex before we eat and then we can nap all we want!”

Marcus grinned, you were so cute and hot when you had good ideas, “Honey, you are a genius.” 

He leaned in for a kiss and you let him. It lasted longer than it probably should have in public, but by the time Missy and Rosa found you, you were totally PDA free and proper. Anything to avoid more mocking from 13 year olds.

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#marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #fluff #fic #nobedofroses #snowy fics 22 #stephsdecemberwritingchallenge

[russellius]

i just know next season will be different for george, he just needs a fresh slate. it was probs very difficult mentally to face everything weekend after weekend, singapore to japan to qatar to austin to mexico to brazil to vegas omg. like something went wrong or there just wasn't any pace almost every one of those races. ad23 was a good ending thank god but yikes he's a stronger person than me i would have parked the car and gone home in brazil.

we will probably see a very different george racing wise next year because he has something to prove now more than ever.

mercedes better deliver the car, strategies and pitstops though

but see the thing is, he had shown that he has the pace even in some of the "difficult" races. in brazil he got a quali dub, his sprint race was very good, and in the main race he had the same pace as hamilton until his engine decided to give up. he was faster in vegas too, and was on course for a podium. austin wasn't the best weekend with all the penalties, plus he had fuel problems in the main race, so his hard stint was rubbish, but even there, on the mediums at the end he was once again back on the pace. and he qualied within 2 tenths of his teammate for the gp iirc. and it was the first race after the upgrades. singapore and qatar he was fast as fuck too. japan wasn't anything spectacular, but his pace was close enough to ham's and... who knows what could have been. then he was pushed off the track and he was put on a different strategy rip and mexico, well. mexico had no redeeming qualities lmao... plus he had some brake issues too to top it off. these races happen.

but honestly, as painful as it was, i am super encouraged by the second half of his season. exactly because of this. like, a lot of things went wrong, with bad luck, mechanical problems, mistakes, but he got back up after every single disappointing weekend, and he showed incredible resilience in what was a very difficult situation. i don't know how the hell he did it, i can't imagine how tough it must've been for him. but i've honestly never been prouder of him and i have also never been more excited for him!

so he isn't chatting shit when he says that he isn't lacking pace etc. i can't remember his exact words now, but he's made this point several times; it's not about pace. it's just about things working out, ironing out any potential mistakes, just tying everything together. and it'll come.

so yeah, i'm emo about racer george, i miss him and i truly can't wait to see him back on the race track, because i know he will only get better and better. i just hope he has a great winter break, similar to the one in the summer :)...

#answered

[destinyc1020]

I feel like it’s really funny when people don’t believe these weekend sightings. We know it’s more than likely not lies anymore at this point lol when they have legit been together every weekend in either city as predicted and are spending as much time as they can together making this work. This whole relationship level they are at is completely different animal. Especially after Zendaya’s birthday post and how they been moving for so long now, it’s a serious deal. It bugs me so much when I still see the ‘hope they last or blah blah’ juvenile comments like nahhh ya’ll gotta be young or naive to not see the massive shifts at play here. Nothing really seems impossible or like out of the realm of possibility anymore for them. From what Luca just said in an interview too, Z finishes in Boston this week or next week (?) so I’d guess shes sticking around New York for a bit longer (her bodyguard posted that he left with bags packed so he gone already) OR perhaps she’s going to get things sorted & organized before the move over to Europe for a few months. And at this point I think it’s a given Tom will fly back to LDN in Sept when TCR wraps and then -> straight to her eventually. The sightings are gonna be all over the place come fall and end of year. Tom’s probably so looking forward to taking the time off too after doing a tough role and just chilling/being a crew member/background extra on DP2 LOL. I joke I joke but…probs true. That boy will just golf, sleep and spend time with his wifey I’m calling it now.

Yea I agree Anon. 💯 At this point, whether one particular sighting is real or fake (these recent ones seem legit to me) doesn't even matter anymore, because if they didn't see each other one weekend, we KNOW they're gonna see each other on another weekend lol 😆 😆

Like, I honestly don't know what some fans think at this point. "Oooo if they haven't seen each other in 5 weeks that means they've broken up!" 🙄🙄

No, silly.... It just means that they're busy right now and have already planned their next time to meet and see each other lol.

I keep saying that THEY know their schedules better than we do. So, what may look crazy to us, makes perfect sense for THEM. 😏

And like you said, someone would have to almost be a FOOL not to see the major shift in the relationship during this Tomdaya 2.0 era that we're in now. Tomdaya 2.0 is in a whole different ballgame from Tomdaya 1.0. They are in their "grown" era. The signs are so glaringly obvious that things are getting really serious for them in their relationship. We almost don't even NEED sightings anymore because we already know that they're dating, duh lol 😂

Back in the Tomdaya 1.0 era, the sightings were a HUGE deal because it was just one more "hint" and piece of the puzzle for us to confirm what we already knew, which was that they were secretly dating each other for years.

Now days, we almost don't even need sightings anymore (although we love them lol 🥰) because we don't have to prove anything anymore. We already know they're dating lol. 😅

Sightings are just the icing on an already well-made, beautiful and tasty cake. 🎂 🥰

So yea, idk what their schedules are going to allow with regards to the fall, but what I do know is that they are going to definitely try to make time for each other with their busy schedules, like they HAVE been doing for almost over a year now. 😃👍🏾😊

#tom holland #zendaya #tomdaya #vent

[ao3gobi17]

I need to know more about Matthew. Did he start his own family? It would be great if Spider had half-siblings! Quaritch probably felt even more threatened by this LOL. What does he think about Spider being named after Quaritch? If Paz hadn't died and he would found out about her decision, would he have wanted to share care at some point and take Spider, for example on weekends? If so, what would Quaritch think about it then? Did he regret his absence from his son's life at any point?

These are great questions and I don't know the answer to all of them yet, but I reckon the next chapter will have to answer them so I better get thinking!

If Paz had told him she wasn't going through with the abortion, I think he'd have been pretty miffed. He wasn't planning to start a family (at least at that point in his life) and certainly not with his one night stand. Judging by the fact that he readily offered to pay his part for the abortion I could see him reluctantly saying he'll send her money for the kid, but that it was on her to do the raising part since she wanted to have him. I don't think he would have wanted him on weekends or anything like that. I do think if he'd accidentally bumped into Paz and met Spider then he might have wrestled with himself on that - as Q said, Spider was a very sunny child and there's clearly a resemblance to Matthew, so both those factors might have made him waver if he'd actually met him. But probably he'd have still ended up not pursuing it - after all, he hardly gave Paz a follow up call to check the abortion went ok/that she was ok!

I'm pretty sure he didn't find out Spider existed till Paz died and even then it was probably more of a guess. Like Spider's age would be there in the news and Matthew could do the maths... but he might also be hoping he's wrong somehow. He didn't go looking for him then and I think he was afraid to find out definitively that he had a son, so he stayed well clear. (If he'd accidentally met Spider before then he would know for sure and the guilt would be more intense so there might have been a chance in that case that he'd try to get him).

I don't think he has a single issue with Spider being called Miles. I'm sure when he heard about the murder he thought how tragic it was that the guy she'd trusted so much (hence the name thing) had been the killer. But he prob thinks its not his problem/not his business.

I'm sure he has had some moments of light guilt over the last nine years given that he strongly suspected Spider is his.. but not enough to do anything about it. Until perhaps now... but also he may just be in it for the money/fame as Spider has concluded, so we shall see on that count.

I don't know if he has his own family now.. will need to think about that. I also don't know if he's going to survive Quaritch lol, so that's something to think about too.

And hopping back but if he had joint custody with Paz or visitation or something, I do think Q would loathe it, but assuming Matthew was a good dad he wouldn't fight it. He'd just offer to take Spider at any given opportunity - like if Matthew was due to have him one weekend Q would be saying 'hey, you should go to that ball game with your partner on Sunday, I'll take Spider, no problem, you guys go have fun, actually, I could take him on Sat night, why don't you go catch a movie and chill out' kinda vibes. I don't think Matthew would be keen on Quaritch at all! But also I do see him allowing himself to be persuaded a lot! <3

#gobibside #custody

[runfast-runfar]

Some recent happies ☺️

10/7/23

✨ my friend brought me back some super cute pens (they’re erasable!?? I didn’t realize that until a few days of using them lol) from a recent trip she went on and it is sometimes the most simple, small things that mean the most. I LOVE the cat and dinosaur! The elephant and shark are amazing too! I have a soft spot for cats and Dino’s though haha

✨ picked up a new journal this past week too as I just finished my old journal I had throughout treatment!

✨ spent this past week decorating my work office for Halloween!! Howie the skeleton is a fan fave (I love him too!!) and so I got 15 mini little Howie skeletons and hid them around the office lol!

✨ getting back into running after almost a year off has been humbling.. but also so so great! I am doing a training plan atm and so today was a 5 mile run, and it was so nice! It’s still hot af.. but at least it’s looking like fall with the leaves changing 🤷🏻‍♀️

✨ came home and did 30 minutes of vinyasa yoga, then journaled for a while, and then lit my new candle I got from my friend for a gift a few weeks ago and omg it smells AMAZING!! Had that burning while friends was playing in the background while I did a big bedroom cleanup! Felt so so productive today!

✨ in an hour and a half I will leave to dog sit from 5:30- midnight. And that will be my day today!

✨ tomorrow I’m going to go on a short 2 mile shakeout, followed by some strength training and prob a peloton class. Then chill for the day before the week begins again 🙃

✨ super excited though bc next weekend i am reliving the eras tour at the movies lol! I’m going with my friend who I went to the concert with back in July so we are reliving the best concert ever haha! So stoked!

✨ I hope you’re all doing well! Happy Saturday! 🫶🏻

#me #life #personal #running #recovery #mental health #health #runblr #pets #ed recovery #work #friends #candles #self care #stress recovery

[ch1bii]

took me until 4am to finish BUT I FUCKIN DID IT Y’ALL

okay but this gameplay was honestly wild like it was just all over the place 😭 so first i set up a schedule of frequently going shopping and answering his emails on the weekends and having a mix of hanging out with natsumi or doing handicraft club activities during the week. but then later on i realized being at :D with natsumi was going to affect my requirements for chiharu and worried that i’d eventually fulfill hers instead of his so then i just started ignoring her completely 💀 and i would also hang out with arisawa only to study for testing periods but even that made her go up to :D so i started ignoring her as well 😭 yea i was a pretty bitchy friend this gameplay only for the sole purpose to win at it; plus i’ve ended up with both of their endings more than once so it’s just 50/50 now 😒 anywho at one point i struggled with getting chiharu’s cg of him using his laptop at the park in autumn even when i followed the requirements of getting it 👹 but ig i must’ve missed something or just witnessed a slight misinfo. i’ve already gotten the cg in another gameplay anyways so it really wasn’t such a big deal 😦 also one time when i hanged out with arisawa on a sunday chiharu was in the background??? but it says he only does that when you fully fulfill his requirements to get his ending and at that time i was barely halfway through his emails 😭 but sadly when i tried saving it i instead load back to a previous slot 💀 so i’m not sure if it was a glitch or that maybe instead it has to do with him being at :) with you??? and if that’s also the case with the cg incident??? idk we can’t really check that so i’m still not sure 😭 anywho after all that i was already near 3rd year and had finished all of chiharu’s emails. so i was just left with trying to lower other ppls stats and dealing with hazuki being a little bitch for “ignoring” him when all he does is avoid me 👹 and so i was kinda feeling miserable cause i wasn’t sure if i was even going to be able to manage getting chiharu’s next cg on time and having to end up with wasting my time over nothing, leading to another long hiatus of avoiding and hating this game 💀

that was until i stepped upon a lil something…

more like someone 🤭

YUP THATS RIGHT. FUCKIN MORIMURA SAKUYA AKA MORI-RIN CAME AND SAVED THE GAME. And when I tell y’all that i didn’t even do this on purpose I MEAN IT. LIKE HE LITERALLY JUST APPEARED WITHOUT ANY KNOWING OF MY ACTIONS. to be fair i DID use the studying by urself command BUT IT WAS DURING THE END OF 2ND YEAR in which i assumed he’d only appear this way in 1ST year 😭😭😭 so yea i was just fuckin 🤭🤭🤭 the whole time, like any tear i felt like shedding before just completely evaporated i am dead serious. WITH HIM TSUKUSHI FINALLY GOT OFF MY ASS ABOUT ENDING UP AN OLD MAID AND ACTUALLY HAD SOMEONE I COULD SPEND NEW YEARS WITH 💀 no cause i swear bro is too underrated when he is literally the sweetest (and the best) guy in this game I SAID WHAT I SAID 🙄 anywho yea life was good i even started having more hope in getting what i want i was even near finishing 3rd year 🤭 so now i’m near new years where tons of stuff happens in like one week 😦 so first i get club master in handcraft club!!! and i even get this thing where mori-rin comes after the like award thing and congratulates me, even sharing how his mother did handicrafting and gets emotional 🙁 (such a nice add in) then later on in the week i get offered to work at my flower shop job full time??? and there was somthin else but i forgot 💀 anywho there i was nervous for january cause that’s supposedly when the important chiharu cg is. and just when i knew, THERE IT WAS 🤭 and i’m ngl that it’s honestly such a cute cg and probs one of my favs like agh what chiharu says is so meaningful… maybe i just have a weakness 💀 anywho right there and then i felt COMPLETE 🙏🙏🙏 i even FINALLY got chiharu’s emote in the saving section 👏👏👏 even tho it’s kinda disappointing (or i should say rather CREEPY 😨) by how it’s just him spying at ur character thru bushes 😦 istg they could’ve done anything but THAT like maybe ur character and him using their laptops side by side then they look at each other OR OR ur character using it’s laptop then chiharu somehow pops up in the back 😭 idk but ANYTHING could’ve worked better 💀 moving on WE’RE FINALLY OFF TO GRADUATION DAY!!! after taking the entrance exam in which i applied for a first rate university and here i am STILL hoping i don’t get absolutely played and that all goes well 😰 we get to the church, chiharu appears, says his lovely dovey stuff, share a kiss, then the rest is history 🤭 ngl like the cg the confession was pretty cute and genuine, although compared to others why was the mc completely DRY in replying like bro expresses his feelings and we’re just like “okay” or “…” 💀💀💀 but ig it’s understandable when in reality we kinda don’t know much about the guy and was ghosted by him for idk how long then he just comes and confesses💀 it’s why i kinda just like to imagine side emails we’re definitely a thing between em so that it wouldn’t be so bland in what we know abt each other but yea 🤷🏻‍♀️ to finish off this idk how long blog it was unexpectedly a satisfying gameplay and i had some fun with it even if i rushed thru most of it bc of how i just wanted to go to bed 💀 but it was worth it at the end 🤭

#tmgs #tmsg1 #aoki chiharu #chiharu aoki #morimura sakuya #sakuya morimura #tokimeki memorial girl's side 1st love

[bulletnotestudies]

I’d love to hear your lgbtq+ book recs!!

I hope you have a lovely weekend as well!

well now you've opened pandora sabrina's box asgdbhjq

okay firstly, lemme just link u to some recs we've previously compiled in the studyblr w/knives server: top 2021 books, lgbtq+ main character, trans main character (more recs incoming next month ;))

and now, to single out some recent(ish) faves: (cut bc this is long)

exciting times (n. dolan) - contemporary fiction they say this is the closest it gets to sally rooney but i haven't read any of her books so i wouldn't know about that. i would, however, know that i absolutely love the writing in this one - barely anything happens and i rarely like plotless books and yet here i am, tabbing the hell out of this book

gideon the ninth (t. muir) - sci-fi horror fantasy it took a little for me to get used to the writing but oh. my. god. it destroyed me in the best way possible and i already have the sequel on my shelves, waiting till after finals to dig in (very much recommend it - feel free to dm me and i can tell u more)

the charm offensive (a. cochrun)* - contemporary rom-com this had the lovely vibes red, white & royal blue has; i read it in a day and had a blast, it also has a main character of color and neurodiverse rep!

the six of crows duology (l. bardugo) - ya fantasy you surely already know abt it, but it's among my all time absolute faves so of course i have to mention it

the raven cycle (m. stiefvater) - ya urban fantasy same reason as with soc lol

things have gotten worse since we last spoke (e. larocca)* - conteporary epistolary horror horror indeed. chilling, gripping, delightfully horrifying and fucking disgusting - i probs won't ever be rereading but man, it was a ride

damaged like us (b.&k. ritchie)* - contemporary romance is this the height of literature? certainly not. but did i enjoy it and read it at lightning speed? i did. i really did.

the house in the cerulean sea (t.j. klune) - urban fantasy a hug in book form. reading this feels like being bundled up in ur fave blanket, sipping your fave hot beverage and Vibing™

hepdale rain trilogy (c. paul)* - ya urban fantasy i don't like werewolf stories. these books tho? had me in a chokehold. the characters are amazing, the writing is lovely af, and each book is better than the last.

the atlas six (o. blake)* - urban fantasy some ppl hated this but me? it made me go absolutely insane. i was making inhumane noises as this took my heart and twisted it in like 5 diff dimensions, 5 stars, immediate new fave.

top secret (e. kennedy, s. bowen)* - contemporary romance kinda a frat house you've got mail au. shameless smut ngl. a great pick if u just want sth quick, super non-demanding to read while getting over a book that ruined u lol

him (e. kennedy, s. bowen)* - contemporary sports romance same as the previous, just with the hockey gays flavor this time.

cemetery boys (a. thomas) - ya urban fantasy this. book. asdfsdghfjkl. my poor heart. just sweet and so soft, but at the same time amazing at tackling themes like your identity and belonging and culture and

simon vs. the homo sapiens agenda (b. albertalli) - ya contemporary romance a classic by this point, but i read it in 2018 and def wanna reread :')

heartstopper (a. oseman) - ya contemporary romance the graphic novel that stole our hearts <3 also go watch it on netflix everyone (if u want to Emote be consumed by warmth)

the magic between (s. hoyt) - magical realism romance this wasn't exactly a fave, but the dedication reads "for all the bisexuals out there - this one's for you." and yes. the bisexual rep this world deserves

*contains (varying degrees of) graphic sexual content

okay i'll stop with that for now, feel free to ask for more literally any time. but bc i cannoT shut up and you have been warned, here are some fantastic lgbtq+ books i have on my tbr (recs courtesy of my friends with superb reading tastes):

the darkness outside us (e. schrefer) - ya sci-fi romance my preordered paperback is on its way as we speak

in the dream house (c. m. machado) - non fiction a memoir that apparently doesn't read as non fiction and tackles multiple incredibly important topics

if we were villains (m. l. rio) - contemporary mystery i won't even say anything, this has been on my tbr for 6 years and that's that.

summer sons (l. mandelo) - urban fantasy (magical realism?idk) this was pitched to me as "the raven cycle but darker and more unhinged". sold immediately lmao

heated rivalry (r. reid) - contemporary sports romance hockey gays with a lot of angst

crush (r. siken) - poetry

iron widow (x. j. zhao) - sci-fi

the starless sea (e. morgenstern) - urban fantasy

19 days (o. xian) - manga

the gilded wolves trilogy (r. chokshi) - historical fantasy

if you have any recs for me (any genre), definitely do drop them in my asks or dms and if you ever run out of books of a specific genre to read or just wanna scream about a book, you know where to find me ✨

#(most of the books i recced in the previous ask are also lgbtq+) #right now i'm most excited to read the darkness outside us and heated rivalry #books #lgbtq #lgbtq+ #book recs #bookblr #sabrinas posts #sabrinas mail #sabrinas other

[1d1195]

SAM MY LOVE PLEASE DONT FEEL LIKE YOUR RESPONSE WAS NOT GOOD ENOUGH!! I honestly don’t care how long they may be, like the fact that you’re even acknowledging my asks is already so special to me! So if you ever don’t have the energy to answer, you really don’t have too! I won’t be hurt because you’re well being is far more important ❤️I’m sorry you were feeling a bit off :( I hope you felt better or are feeling better! Hopefully you don’t get sick right before your break!

Also side note when you mentioned sneakers with a wedding dress TELL ME WHY WHEN I THINK OF MILLENNIALS I THINK OF THIS! Like you mentioned side part and I didn’t even think to associate them with that up until this whole GenZ vs Millennial comparisons started to become a thing lol

ANWAYS now let me express my LOVE for toothpaste part 2! Once again you wrote such a good part! And omg this MC is BOLD bc I would actually EXPLODE from the embarrassment if I said that my dentist😭 but honestly I don’t blame her because if my dentist was Harry I would be so down bad it’s not a joke 😭 I loved how we got to read Harry’s pov from reading her file and seeing her for the first time! Ugh it was so cute like you know I love how obsessed each of your Harry’s are with their pairs! AND I LOVE WHEN HARRY GETS FLUSTERED!! It just does something to me that I love when the MC’s do that to him 🤭 AND THAT LAST LINE SAM I CRACKLED AHAH

So good bestie! Hope you are treating yourself well! -💜

NO BUT I LOVE SENDING YOU THOUGHTFUL MESSAGES.

I'm feeling fine! I have semi-chronic stomach issues. I think I (knowingly) ate something that I shouldn't have. It really didn't sit well with me. BUT I feel fine now 😂 BUT REALLY I ALWAYS GET SICK ON OR BEFORE VACATIONS. Ever since I was little. Fortunately I will only get my period during break this year. Lucky me 🙄 Pollen season is upon us though which will be stellar too ☠

I try not to do a whole lot of millennial/gen-z comparisons if I can help it but I will probably be buried in skinny jeans and I would rather be bald than do a middle part 😂 That's so interesting about the wedding dress and sneakers thing! I didn't really think of it as a millennial thing. I meant it as a me thing hahahahaha mainly because I used to DESPISE heels. I had some structural damage to my ankles due to sports and anything with a heel terrified me because I was scared of snapping my ankle again hahahaha but like I said last time, I'm such a wedge girl now so I would probs wear heels at my wedding.

SO glad you liked Toothpaste! I tried to write a version of myself I wish I could be (just slightly bolder than my current self I think--she was still a whiny baby last time about her toothache which was so me). I would never flirt with my dentist either--maybe if he was Harry, that I agree 💕 I have great ammo for my next part after my own trip to the dentist. I know it's part of his job but this man really stuck his whole finger in my mouth and massaged my cheeks and lips around my gum line. It's hard to explain but I either don't remember him doing it the other recent times I've been to the dentist or if I was paying closer attention since I was thinking about Toothpaste the whole time. Honestly it was hilarious when he did it, I was lucky I didn't laugh. Too bad I'll be making it sexual for Toothpaste and probably make it harder on myself when I have my next appointment in six months 😂 I love to make men flustered in general. Always keep them guessing, ya know? 🤭😉

Speaking of men, how is our hot TA?

I am def going to be treating myself to a shopping trip that I cannot afford but I don't care. I am in the mindset (for this weekend) that I am here for a short time and I need to enjoy myself while I can and the money will come back eventually.

Hope you have an amazing weekend and you get to do something fun again! 💕💕

xoxo

#💜

[payservewomen]

Yesterday was a painful one….I’m off work Sun-Mon(todays tuesday) and was gonna go 2the $ store, and check goodwill for a shoe rack…But then I opened twitter😔

Goddess Aurora James tweeted something, and ofc that did it! Was around 12noon, maybe late as 2pm, and I began playing with my “Mr Winky”(Ex fiancée, Emma used to call it that; painful breakup, good 2remind myself 2b humiliated) and next thing I know, it’s damn near 8pm!

I’m broke af right now…last i checked, had $15 in the bank, so that means I can’t get any interaction with anyone who matters(dommes/women in general, even Hung Alphas) And that really got me desperate…..I crave attention soooo much….and when you’re a pathetic failure, a beta loser, well, only logical attention is negative ofc.

Oh! But the “wall of shame” girl DMed me, telling me it was time for her weekly wall of shame that she posts on twitter….I’ve been in a few of them, but it’s not too humiliating tbh, she edits the photos, and doesn’t show cocknballs…but my face is showing! I do wish that i’d stop tempting fate to expose myself as the perverted loser freak that I am! I sent her a link to a shared folder on google photos, and loaded that folder with tons n tons of very humiliating pics…dunno if she used any, but then i went to a different twitter account, same one I’d posted to last week, when I went to the store in running shorts(tiny ones with slits up the sides! But i’m glad i found these; they’re actually men’s legit running shorts! even tho I’m only ever gonna wear them cuz i’m a perv, desperate to show off my gross body n be laughed at, it’s better cuz I can act like i’m normal, and just exercising)

But this time….SMH, i posted the link to the folder…..the cover photo of it was from when Natti Banks made me crack eggs all over my dirty bedroom floor…then slurp them up, spit it back into my hands, and rub it all over my face. Then humped my hand for a couple hours while the egg dried, oh and this was AFTER i’d taken a shower!

I tried cleaning it all off, but even the next day, kept finding crusty bits of egg on my face etc

I can’t believe how many beyond embarrassing photos i put in that folder! I’ve exposed myself before of course, but many of these pics had my FACE! And plenty of them….so any kind of lies or explanation to someone who knows me….wouldn’t even be slightly believable.

Reminds me of…last year at some point, when I’d occasionally talk to “Riya Payel” To this day, still THEE goddess I worship above all others….Well, tough to say really, I prob do worship Aurora more…..and hopefully gonna see her this weekend! Omfg i cannot wait!

She’d tweeted about how she “still wanna jump a sub with my friends” 🥵🥵

Fuck I hope they do that! Maybe tell her where I’ll be at a certain time(or she tells me where imma be) and not a particular time and place, so that it’s more of a legit “getting jumped” kinda thing!🥵

Anyway! Back to Riya….the only one who’s absolutely, definitely without question, sadistic. When texting with her, I could actually tell when she’d orgasm! Could even sense a teeny tiny lil bit of guilt, which, if you’d seen what she’s said and done, you’d find hard to believe!

She was always very clear- “I want to destroy you. I want to leave you with nothing, broken, no self esteem, no self worth, no money…I genuinely hope to make you homeless and ruin your life”

Isn’t an exact quote, but she’s def said all that!

Many many findommes on twitter will say this shit, but their actions don’t match their words. But riya? If anything, her actions are somehow worse than her words!

I still cannot truly comprehend how any human could have such venom and hatred in them….(well tbh, i’m almost positive she’s been abused; sexually or otherwise) and whew, ngl, it’s not easy to think about my experiences with God Riya😔

Reminds me just how fucked up I am, mentally/emotionally and ofc sexually. When Riya blackmailed me, she did it 100% without my consent. She knew how much money I had, but since cash app allows you to keep sending, she made me send $18 to her, over and over and over and over…..At a certain point, we both knew that every single send would cost me the $18 PLUS $31 overdraft fee!

She loved that…that’s why it was only the low $18 send!

Last I saw, Riya’s bank account was close to $500k…yes, half a million!

She was also always very clear about the fact that any amount of money that my broke ass could send, wouldn’t even be noticeable to her……Most dommes say that, but with many, it’s quite clear that’s not true…..But riya? Genuine sadism. She’s every pathetic beta loser jerkoff/findom/humiliation addicts dream!

She broke me so badly….I prob sent her a hundred different voice memos…at a certain point, i got serious like “Hey, I understand that maybe i’ve implied that i’m ok with noncon blackmail, but please know, at this point, I’m not ok with what’s happening. I say this with all due respect. Please understand that I sincerely mean every word i’m saying. This has gone way too far….I’m not blaming you, and ofc will not report you or any shit like that….It’s just that well, I’m in serious financial and mental/emotional trouble right now….I’ve said “I’m gonna kill myself” many many times since seeing those photos on my employers FB and IG…I understand that you get off on causing me pain, and I promise that I’ll always be a punching bag for you…but please, I’m scaring myself rn, i’ve never felt like this and I truly terrified of what may happen…I’m coming to you, as one human being to another….I’m reaching out to you, asking, from the bottom of my heart, please help me”

Is essentially what I’d said, many times in various ways…..at this point, there was no longer any reference to anything sexual on my part….This was far beyond that….she took me to another level of self hatred, and my god, I can’t even describe the feeling of such loathing one’s self.

I even began talking to her about the idea of quenching her thirst for sadism in person!

She seemed receptive to it, which ugh, ngl, was exciting to me! She’d never seemed open to it in the past, probably cuz she’s had sooooo many twitter, sextpanther, etc accounts banned…I think eventually every site decided to permanently ban her, considering they must’ve gotten so many complaints from ruined losers. They’d contact her thinking of “blackmail fetish” or even just findom….since sooooo many dommes on twitter say all the same shit that she says, they figured they were safe🙄

Not only does Riya love inflicting real pain, but she’s even said that she’s addicted to it!

Imho, after following her for so long….she definitely means that…I’d imagine it’s even been problematic for her life!

It’s gotta be one hell of a rush! I know it was on my side of things, having myself posted, naked, on my employers social media accounts….being told the pics will be taken down….after i pay $100 for each one….Ofc she knew i not only had no money, but was already very negative!

So, she demanded I open up accounts on apps like Dave, Bridget etc..I began to make one and she got impatient…then simply asked for the info she needed to do it herself….I might’ve hesitated once(or prob just didn’t see her message) and she wasn’t having it, and posted more on my employers IG, along with asking “is this an employee of yours?” With my full legal name. I can’t remember the exact order of things, but suffice it to say, she taught me real quick that she’s in charge, and I’d better comply…So I kept getting text messages from the various creditors, and she expected the pin numbers IMMEDIATELY, which ofc she got…..Also she ofc had all my debit card info, and then i began seeing transactions come through my account somehow! When it had no money whatsoever! How’s that even possible?! site was something like “transact”🤷‍♂️

I was shocked that i was able to get her some more money on Dave or something, but only like $80…she did much better, getting another couple hundred somehow….

Ugh, my dick was rock hard a minute ago….point is- this bullshit still turns me on far more than anything else ever will😔

Now that i’ve leaned into it so much, and turned it into a legitimate addiction, I can’t see how i’ll ever have normal sex, ever again😔 Or hell, ANY sex really! It’d be one thing if i knew a dominant woman irl….but no domme wants to try and actually date a sub, lol, can you imagine?!

I always tell myself “all i’ve gotta do is not jerk off so much…take just a week off, and I’ll def get nice and hard!” Maybe that’s true….but first off, I can’t go 2 days without fucking my hand, usually for hours n hours n hours….Edging ofc…the few times i have tried to cum in a normal amount of time? It’s not even a legit orgasm! Even my body knows i’m a pathetic loser who doesn’t deserve pleasure.

I’m trying to step back for a moment right now, and really take this all in….I need to fully comprehend what i’ve turned my life into…..I read tweets everyday from many dommes saying “this isn’t a phase. You’re a pathetic loser; your brain is too fucked up, you’ll never recover….” and i’m starting to think it’s true😔

I know that many dommes really don’t have such evil agendas….they’re just saying what they need to say to make tons of cash…I respect that, but my god, I often wonder if they know the damage they’re doing!

Many of them definitely do…you could debate whether or not that makes them a sadist or evil, but ehhh, they’re simply doing what many of us freaks beg them to do!

Many subs get the post nut clarity and get angry, start insulting dommes etc…so they’re familiar with how shitty most men are….

Ooops i didn’t mean to make this sooo long…..oh well

[punkscowardschampions]

Jali Pt.2

Ali: [I’m dying at the parallel but also how completely different it is because of course, this girl doesn’t know all of that obviously but we’re buzzing because we want to be with you so this is everything we wanted and probably did not expect ‘let me be yours’]

Johnny: [I HAD to because that’s EVERYTHING and who am I if I don’t do these things, likewise soz Ali cos you probs will pass out but he is gonna have to hook up with you again rn immediately because it’s the only acceptable response, and struggle even harder to pull out than he did the first time because !!]

Ali: [you 1000% will have to which I’m sure has not happened to you yet so there’s another first but there’s no way in which you would not because you’re already so far gone]

Johnny: [keep her from falling off this bike and injuring herself more than she already has with these antics thank you, boy, we’re being too kind to y’all saying you aren’t being discovered by anyone but Ali deserves to lead a charmed life in that respect when we’ve surrounded her by death, let a bitch live]

Ali: [imagine, we’re already dazed enough without actually waking up on the cold hard ground about it, just looking at him when we come ‘round like you’re still here, looking down because he would have had to cum on you if he had to hold you whilst pulling out, playing with that between your fingers before tasting it]

Johnny: [when you’re just looking at her and stroking her hair softly like you would if she was casually asleep and didn’t know about it, not this boy caught being soft haha, have to just immediately pretend that didn’t happen and watch her other antics]

Ali: [we know how soft you are boy but we’re never going to tease you for it because it isn’t something you should be ashamed of in our opinion obvs, you are welcome for the distraction in how accidentally feral we’re being when we just wanted to see what it feels and tastes like here, also because I’m sure we were so near saying we loved you or something wild before so now we’re keeping quiet in the slightly sobered post-orgasm haze of it all lol, still giving you a little smile that’s basically like ‘you okay?’ without saying it, as if he was the one who KO’d]

Johnny: [‘we need to move ourselves’ cos again aware now that you were lucky not to get caught wilding and you should get slightly away from the scene of, getting up to re-dress himself only when he’s literally manoeuvred her hands so he knows they are holding onto something and she’s steady because also well aware she can’t move for a minute here, hence finding her clothes and putting them on her like she’s a baby, not that he’d know how to dress one, but you know, picking her up and everything, doing all the work here]

Ali: [nodding even if you then are just hugging onto this seat like you were him until he comes back to dress you because you don’t want to go but you also know you must and soon enough it’ll surely be an AM when the morning people start to show so you really do have to ‘you don’t have work, do you?’ because have not specified but hope this was done with a weekend the next day for y’all, fixing his hair for him, again, just to do it and so you don’t go full heart eyes mess at how he’s treating you right now]

Johnny: [tempted as I am to be evil and say you do have work it was likely at least thought about enough so none of you had to because Ronan would as well and nobody wants that the day after their bday when they’ve partied hard, it’s one of the few things you lads would care about so far as party planning goes, I’m sure, so shaking his head no in answer and then smiling because it makes his hair she just fixed go everywhere and that was not even his intention, sitting her properly on this bike now as fully dressed as she can be and starting it up again ‘hold proper tight to me’ cos he could feel how shaky she still was when he was dressing her and if she fell off wearing only this she’d have no skin left on her body]

Ali: [just smiling back and messing it up some more ‘I like it like this anyway’ just true, messy hair supremacy always, putting your arms tightly around his waist how you’re meant to ‘I’ll behave’ said like bants always but of course we actually mean it this time, can’t be falling off or stopping again immediately]

Johnny: [when you don’t fix your hair before driving off and just leave it because she said that, he’s in love, I’ve said it before, have a nice lil drive in silence for a while to try and process all the WILD shit that just happened]

Ali: [y’all deserve and need to chill like that or god knows we ain’t even gonna make it to this club lol, who’d’a thought you’d end up here tonight, not y’all, not us but here we are]

Johnny: [we ate and left no crumbs but he is gonna have to take her home eventually so it might as well be now, don’t mind him outing himself as having found out where she lives during the bad times when they weren’t speaking just so he could drive by there sometimes like an angsty bitch]

Ali: [I like to think this occurs to you when you’re halfway towards your house and definitely going in the right direction, you would just assume he had asked Ronan like he said he would when you were talking about your bike but that still means he really did that so you’re just like heheh, just squishing him a bit harder]

Johnny: [speaking of her bike, I think he should come back and get it later without her knowing when he inevitably can’t sleep because of everything that has occurred, and then he can work through the night/day swagging it up including new paint because what a mood, what a moment]

Ali: [LOVE that and I insist because got to continue being highkey in ways we can’t even think of because we’ve got home and you’re going to leave and we’re gutted this night has to be over]

Johnny: [again, not what I was planning going into this convo but it tracks, me here like soz your oversharing sister is dead cos you really could’ve returned the favour and had someone to tell all about this, girl Ro the absolute nun won’t wanna hear it]

Ali: [my boo says how typical of you to be dead, sweaty, god bless, you’re going to have to write about this in some way because you will be going insane if you don’t get it out somehow, for now, get off this bike and go stand in front of it so he can’t leave ‘I’d invite you in’ the but you would obviously not come in not needing to be said because you’re not that boy]

Johnny: [you could talk to her ghost if you want but unlike Ro you’ve probably outgrown that shit now, especially tonight lol, likewise if you wanna do a cali convo about it we can because even if Carly’s not still up you could vent and then either delete it before she is or let her reply when she is, but anyway, this boy here nodding his head in the direction of her front door ‘get yourself in’ like she’s just messing around out here and it isn’t valid]

Ali: [I feel like we probably wouldn’t come at you with this right now, it would seem a bit insensitive given the night you have had hun, maybe if you were drunker but by this point I’m feeling not, for now, coming back ‘round to the side to give this boy a goodnight kiss that’s obviously not quite as chaste as that sounds but is trying to be just a kiss]

Johnny: [because this boy is a contradiction, pushing her away like go inside you fool but at the same time kissing her back and making this into more of a kiss than she started]

Ali: [pulling at him like you’ll drag him in your house if he’s not careful]

Johnny: [gotta end up having the cliche makeout where she’s literally pushed up against her front door, I don’t make the rules]

Ali: [me like you’re lucky your parents are grieving/have a three year old so this is not waking them because you look like the messiest mess and this boy would have to run and we are having too much fun playing with fire to have to stop immediately at a real cockblock soz]

Johnny: [^^ that, the way has been no time but also would feel like such a long time to you already since all that happened, mcvickers would have to be canon heavy sleepers for how exhausted they’ve been lowkey their whole lives, thank god, cos yeah this is fun and games rn Alison but would NOT be if your mother saw the state of you, she literally would still have his jizz on her somewhere cos they didn’t have anything to wipe that off with]

Ali: [mhmm, like there is no explanation to be given here, we know what this is huns, still here whispering ‘come in’ between kisses like we think he will]

Johnny: [just kissing her harder like shh shh because he can’t/won’t]

Ali: [‘I’ll miss you’ putting your thumbs under the waistband of his trousers like you could honestly hookup here, kissing him more frantically ‘cos you know the clock is ticking for real]

Johnny: [it’s the way he’s going with it because he really has no self control around her ever, and hence his only tactic was to hardcore avoid her for however long haha, like they REALLY are gonna hookup here rn immediately]

Ali: [we really are putting our hands down your pants right now because have to be as shameless as we can be and have not done that yet ‘you’ll make me too loud’ ‘cos we know ourself and how we’d feel if you started banging us here]

Johnny: [we love a self-aware queen because too many characters be deluding themselves about what they are capable of on this subject lol, this boy though cannot resist putting his hand over her mouth while he LOOKS at her like true but I could keep you quiet]

Ali: [when all you’re gonna be able to see is our WIDE af eyes that are lowkey about to roll to the back of our head with how much we want this, basically falling to our knees like you could ALSO keep me quiet like this]

Johnny: [SUCH an intake of breath because for whatever reason doing this hadn’t occurred to him, my reasoning is that sir you like to be the one in control so you can stop whenever you decide it’s enough and not give girls (especially the girls you didn’t care about) power over you like that, but he’s not psychoanalysing himself that hard ever nevermind on this night and in this moment, but because she’s put the thought in his head and because it’s her he now WANTS it so much]

Ali: [just watching his face this entire time, trying to read this all, slowly helping him out of his clothes as much as he needs to be for this to happen ‘you can pin my head to the door with it’ just letting you know you can have all the control you want here]

Johnny: [‘Christ’ so quietly but with so much feeling because the girl is unbelievable, no notes]

Ali: [the way the turn-on of this setting has you being so bold for your first attempt here, truly not being quiet at all with how you’re getting even messier but in the grand scheme of things these sloppy choking sounds aren’t waking anyone]

Johnny: [me like please try and not be loud af yourself sir, I don’t feel like you are, not saying you’re Buster or Teddy levels of feral but you’re absolutely not Fraze levels of quiet, especially about this because for you it’s not the setting it’s that this almost feels like a first thanks to how he’s actually just letting her do what she wants to do and not forcing her to do things the way he would’ve in the past if he did these antics with other girls]

Ali: [we are making that hard for you without even registering because we’re here casually hypnotized with how much we’re loving doing this to you, trying to go as hard and as far as we can in every sense whilst we’re shamelessly touching ourself about it here on the cold hard ground]

Johnny: [when he doesn’t know it’s her first time doing this and she doesn’t know it’s his first time doing it like this, oh lads I love you, you can be rewarded for your efforts girl with the fact he fully and dangerously moans her name right here and now the way he has never before done yet, dying that this is the moment you chose boy when you both need to shh]

Ali: [moaning around him which is honestly nearer screaming which is thankfully entirely muffled but we are that !! and the EYE CONTACT we are making which could look like we’re saying shut up with our eyes but truly we’re like please never stop]

Johnny: [accidentally making this door loud because he has to brace himself against it because of how !! he is by her everything, soz everyone, it was just the wind or something excuse us, can’t even notice because soz but we’re too here in this moment]

Ali: [the way we’re speeding up here like if we do get caught our priority is to make you cum before we do, not stop and get in a less compromising position, no no, and the way we’re fucking ourselves fully at this point to match says it all]

Johnny: [another swear word that isn’t even coherent because it’s just a moan fully about this, breaking the insane eye contact to watch how hard she’s fucking herself because simply must]

Ali: [every reaction he has just fully making us lose it somehow more than the last, our entire face of makeup would be beyond wrecked and we can’t get you any further into our mouth, nor can we get our fingers deeper]

Johnny: [this is why Carly basically doesn’t wear any makeup she’s too busy hoeing and not trying to look insane to boys who wouldn’t give her any grace about it, this boy is LOSING IT too, thank god for travellers having their own language and how little she knows of it cos the extra shit he’d be saying rn that she has no business knowing, no thought to the fact Carly knows loads from living on this site her whole life and you could ask her and therefore find out, that’s just something in jemily’s back pocket if we want you to know]

Ali: [we had a look to serve but we’re never opposed to said looking getting destroyed lol, especially not for this, very handy but for now just enjoy that anyone talking another language is attractive basically, especially when you know why he has to rn]

Johnny: [mhmm, it’s not subtle when someone does a language switch especially in a moment like this when they sound INDECENT and are clearly dying, but we get it, boy, you gotta do what you gotta do when you can’t kiss her to stfu like you normally do]

Ali: [could not be more into you having so much to say, even if we can’t understand it, we’re reacting as if we can and it was all encouragement for her to go harder and finish, like he did earlier, looking at him again for the like this? Of it all when you know you’re killing him]

Johnny: [literally this is the most he has ever said to her, it’s so amusing, until he can’t speak anymore even because he’s being killed that hard and all he can do is breathe insanely and pull her hair frantically, at least until she looks at him and then he’s gotta force out her name again and hold her face because it’s the most encouragement]

Ali: [when you don’t even care or think to care that you might puke because you gotta have him in your throat and cumming right now immediately you love him so much, excuse us everyone for the unholy sounds that none of y’all better hear]

Johnny: [it’s so awkward that mcvickers and Rocky are the bedrooms downstairs but it’s your saving grace atm lads cos heavy sleepers like we said, realistically Rocky might wake up as a toddler but we’ll spare him that trauma because we can opt for the realism of her actually puking instead as it’s her first time and there’s no need for it to be traced back to y’all when this fam lives in a rough area and random drunk people have surely done that on your doorstep etc before, we will let you cum first though sir or that’s very rude]

Ali: [I have faith in you you have time to aim it at the shrubbery that’s by the door or whatever, you’re okay, also we’re not hiding the fact we’re messy from our parents because that sort of rebellious acting out, not this messy though, they don’t need to be finding out like this lmao; just be here trying to catch your breath about this like oh wow, okay]

Johnny: [there’s not much re-dressing to do as per so yet again picking this girl up off the ground, literally dusting her knees off with his hand because god knows what type of surface you were on, just lowkey caring things again]

Ali: [me like it was probably paving of some kind because right outside the door and you usually have something not just grass, soz your knees will be fucked, not for your sake because you don’t care but this boy will ‘I’ll wash them’ like you need to assure him you’re going to take care of it, obviously we’re whispering whenever we talk here]

Johnny: [using his fingers and his spit to try and clean this as best he can while she’s saying it because such a boy move, we won’t talk about how he picked her up so now she’s standing and he’s crouching doing this and it’s the perfect role reversal]

Ali: [mhmm, tis not lost on us, putting our hand on his shoulder like come back here because we have to hug you lest we say something extra]

Johnny: [soz that he’s stopping and looking up at her in exactly the type of way that would make you wanna say something extra]

Ali: [biting your lip as you’re LOOKING at him like that ‘thank you’ which could not sound more sincere especially as you’re having to whisper, doubt that’s what you were originally going to say but you mean it nonetheless]

Johnny: [shrugging it off literally as he gets back up ‘get yourself inside’ an almost exact repetition of what he said before but we can all tell he means it more this time]

Ali: [‘goodnight’ putting your hand back on his shoulder briefly before taking it away like okay, it’s real this time, we are of course not going in the front door and are hopping the fence to go get in our window that we always leave open because just that sort of bitch, excuse us]

Johnny: [you get on your bike and go, sir, again I hope it’s not loud af when you drive off so you’re waking peeps up but at least if you do then you haven’t been caught being feral, absolutely love that he’s gonna get all the way home only to end up coming back to get her bike when he can’t sleep or do anything else]

Ali: [there is nothing sneaky about a motorbike but you live in an area where people shouldn’t be curtain twitching for every vehicle they hear, if they are, you already got a show when we got here so goodbye lmao, we love it, ‘cos clearly not sleeping either but are writing songs that are just the most indecent]

Johnny: [he will sneak when he comes back, I imagine bringing a car with some kind of trailer on the back he can throw this bike on or a truck he can throw it into, because he clearly doesn’t trust it to get him home even if it’s in perfect condition cos it’s not his and he’s never ridden it before so, will look like you’re stealing it cos you are, again look away neighbours because I’m sure it’s the AM by then and probably light cos barely summer still]

Ali: [at least no one likes this fam so no one would tell them if their shit was getting stolen lmao, accidental perks, just gonna send you a goodnight text vibe because she would]

Ali: [send him a picture of your knees with 🩹s on]

Ali: Remember to sort your own, boy

Johnny: [especially if that girl roali tried to kill is one of their neighbours like she was in the OG, speaking of the devil, so glad Ro has been banished to her own room and is also starving herself to death so she physically can’t have the energy to wait up for Ali or else she would and nobody needs that]

Johnny: [re this goodnight text though imma say he doesn’t reply but there’s progress in the fact she can see he’s read it and he isn’t ignoring her like he did before]

Ali: [where to next, that’s the question baby]

Johnny: [we should do him giving her the bike back because realistically I feel like if he doesn’t sleep and just works through on it he could have it done the next time she appears on site if she’s showing up some time the next day/evening/night after getting some sleep and whatever herself cos he’s only making it better we’re not saying it was dogshit, Ali would’ve done a lot to it already I’m sure]

Ali: [that makes sense girly pops, we would be swinging by not just for the shameless excuse to maybe see you but because we also need to check on Carly and Ronan respectively so we’ll do that]

Johnny: [my thoughts exactly, they do need checking on at whatever o clock she brings herself and she would because she cares about them both, you’re gonna have to let her and hope you can catch her after or grab her before, boy, and I don’t know which is better, maybe before so Carly and Ronan mind their business?]

Ali: [we’ll do before, why not]

Johnny: [you’re lucky Ali be knowing things and is gonna know it’s you instead of screaming the place down and fighting for her life thinking she’s getting snatched cos he will literally be grabbing her before she reaches whoever she was intending to visit first and dragging her to wherever he’s been working on this bike]

Ali: [lmao imagine, falling at the first hurdle there by letting everyone know, not saying we were expecting exactly this scenario but we were assuming we’d get to see you so it’s okay, can keep our chill in that way, even if we’re shooketh over this and asking you all the questions like when you came back and how did you take it because we were still up obviously, just here inspecting all your work in the way you’d only know how if you also knew how to fix things up]

Johnny: [when you’re just hardcore downplaying the fact you have not slept and worked all night/day on this like yeah I didn’t sleep nbd I’ll bury that and the whys and all my feelings in answering all your questions and being a nerd about mechanics and showing off everything I did though, we need to take a sec to appreciate, even though Ali hasn’t yet because she’s busy admiring this bike, that he’d be all dirty and covered in oil and the like, so he’s looking hot rn despite or also because of the lack of sleep]

Ali: [we’re trying not to check you out because we know we have to be on our best behaviour when we’re anywhere near the site or anyone else but you know it has not escaped our notice, how’d we get here in the first place huns ‘it even matches my push bike’ whether we mean the same colour or complimenting, saying it because I can and she’d always be biking over here so you would know ‘I owe you like, SO many hours work’ with a cheeky smile ‘cos we know you’re going to be like I don’t want a girl’s help but you’d also never take cash so what are you gonna do]

Johnny: [‘I know’ cos of course he’s watched her biking about everywhere on that push bike, said in a tone that’s like and I also know that’s the kind of shit girls care about, cos we LOVE to acknowledge she’s a girl especially in moments like this where we feel like she’s trying to be one of the lads, cos obvs he also knew she was gonna say what she said next, looking her over head to toe though she’s bound to be wearing slightly more clothes than last night who’s to say which scrapes etc are covered and which aren’t, your knees in particular could deffo still be out cos it’s still summer hols for a few more days, but even if they are not, staring at where he knows the plasters are from the pics, like, she’s gotta heal up first before she’s kneeling on the ground again, didn’t just wanna remind her of it all cos he’s been thinking of it non-stop, nope]

Ali: [‘that I have excellent taste’ with a grin because we’re not going to deny that we love to rock a look in all areas of our life, this included, just tell him how you’re going to respray and modify the helmet you have to match too, part because of course you are and also to be like see, I know about safety lol lol, whilst we’re also staring at our knees and going red from the reminder you also didn’t need because it hasn’t left your head either ‘put me to work when you want, yeah?’ like it’s completely casual]

Johnny: [shaking your head at her, partly about the good taste comment and partly because you’ve never worn a helmet a day in your life so it wouldn’t have even crossed your mind she would have one, pushing your own hair out of your face with a big breath as if you’re going hmmm as you say ‘what about your hair?’ taking the piss like she’s that girl haha, but really you just want an excuse to touch her when you then come over and totally mess her hair up, again like she did to you last night cos the reminders gotta keep coming, love that you’re then standing close enough you can more or less whisper ‘I’ll put you to work how I want’ and nobody else will hear how indecent it is]

Ali: [giving him a little shove like how dare you question my taste/deny its existence, which has you falling back closer for him to mess up your hair which obviously you have to return the favour, even though he’s already a hot mess so you’re just PULLING his hair about all this tbh ‘do it’ like you’re just challenging him to further this playfight and it’s all very platonic and you’re not !! and covering the mini shiver you just did over this]

Johnny: [when you stop her pulling your hair by GRABBING both her wrists in just the hottest move ever, it’s so casual and nbd and platonic, we’re not LOOKING at each other and breathing insanely and being !!, there’s nothing to see here]

Ali: [the effort it is taking not to try and kiss him is the realest and cannot be overstated how plain that would be to him when he’s THAT in your grill right now ‘Johnny’ like the slight whine to your voice is maybe because this is hurting and no other reason]

Johnny: [in my head this is like a patch of scrubby wasteland next to where his caravan is and on it there’s like an old one that needs to be either done up or junked as well as like old cars and bikes he’s working on, you know the vibe, so do let her go but push her towards it like get in, a dangerous game because I’m sure lots of your brothers and cousins help you fix stuff and also the younger ones play in all the junk but we’re doing it anyway because as I’ve said many a time there is no chill or self control around this gal]

Ali: [I can see it and is v much what I was picturing also so go us being on the same page there, obviously we are doing this because clearly no one is right here right now witnessing this blatant vibe and you can foolishly believe if you get to be in private you might deal with this tension some and be able to go back out and chill, of course we’re doing the thing where you walk backwards so you don’t take your eyes off this boy, for the vulnerability and also because you simply do not want to]

Johnny: [we’re in sync about this cos it tracks, as does him being on the end/edge of this site because he’s antisocial and as the oldest boy he’d want space from all the annoying younger kids that are always running about everywhere, likewise don’t take your eyes off this gal and don’t say a word til you’re both inside and have at least the illusion of privacy, then he says ‘this is our place’ in the same way he said you’re with me, no discussion, just like, this is our designated meeting spot now, whether that’s because they NEED to hook up on site or because she needs to talk to him about something IRL and can therefore wait for him here]

Ali: [nodding as you’re allowing yourself to look around for this moment because that is a good idea and you need somewhere like that and you love the fact he’s the one that suggested it, taking the few steps I’m sure there is between you towards him, putting your hands on either side of his face again, wiping at a bit of oil/dirt with no real intention to actually remove it ‘I love it’ whether you mean the spot or the bike or, as we know, all of the above and then some]

Johnny: [kiss her very dramatically, we can pretend it’s purely because you’re shutting her up how you do but really you just want to and in this boy’s head because he hasn’t been to sleep this all counts as the same day so he doesn’t have to start feeling bad about any of this or trying to stop yet so making the most of that]

Ali: [kissing you in what can only be described as a passionate way because it isn’t the feral of the night before but it’s still very intense and hard, just not as frantic, still losing our hands in your hair, scratching lightly down your neck with our nails, only allowing ourself to make the tiniest noises along with our slightly breathless vibe]

Johnny: [that’s exactly right my boo, you’ve nailed it, the entire vibe I was picturing, we’re so twin and big brained today, his hands are at her waist but then travelling up under whatever top she is blessing him with, exposing her stomach as he touches it, but there’s no feral bruising manner to this for once]

Ali: [finding a seat of some kind instinctively, even if it’s slightly busted or not a proper seat so you can gently pull him down with you because you wanna be curled up into him right now, tickling him with the lightest kisses you’re putting all over his face and neck ‘I missed you’]

Johnny: [the kind of get away vibes you do when you’re being tickled, not like a full playfight, just swatting her away quite softly, not even enough that y’all are gonna fall from this precarious perch because don’t really want her to stop ‘you said you’d’ because she did say she would miss him last night and that lives in his head rent free along with everything else]

Ali: [just doing some more fast and furious like you gotta before he actually gets you off of him, doing a little lol, at least there’d be no makeup today so you aren’t going to be a state from that, either of y’all ‘I didn’t wanna shower’ making a face like I know, you’re glad I did, don’t need to say it lol ‘made you feel further away though’ pulling up one of his arms so you can sneak under it and be that close and covered by him]

Johnny: [when she’s got snuggled under his arm and after a minute is being too adorable for this boy to bear, doing a kind of playfighty move to really trap her and squish her head into his armpit because this boy has not showered and is SO gross, except he’s not we all LOVE it]

Ali: [you know she’s gotta lick it because if you’re trying to gross us out you are gonna fail and we gotta let you know in the cheekiest way possible lol]

Johnny: [please lol so you don’t say or do something very extra about it, you’re sleep deprived to the point of feeling drunk again we can’t trust you sir]

Ali: [free yourself hun, at least vaguely, so it’s less blatant how 😍 you are unrepentantly ‘you think I’m weird’ half a statement half a question really, as you’re running your hands under whatever top he has on]

Johnny: [‘you’re not like no other girls ‘round here or nowhere we’ve been, I don’t know what I think’ btw my brain can’t not picture a cliche white vest absolutely covered in oil and scut, it’s been conditioned by the media]

Ali: [the hardest of sames lmao, soz not soz, you probably are and it’s definitely a vibe ‘it’s the trauma’ like it’s all bants and that isn’t slightly true but also the only thing you can think to say ‘I like you too’ and kissing him before he can to shut you up about it]

Johnny: [managing to get out before her shut up kiss ‘they’ve all got themselves some of that’ like it’s bants that every girl y’all’s age is traumatised by something and not just sad and true, but then just going with kissing her back, still not frantic af like last night but with some urgency because of these emotions]

Ali: [just lose yourself again in making out and the fact you can and no one is looking for y’all or bothering you because it’s the weekend and you didn’t announce your arrival like hi welfare check time ‘I can’t stop thinking about it’ between said kisses with no intention of stopping]

Johnny: [really losing himself in this makeout sesh too, to the point they’re now lying somewhere whether that’s the floor or on their makeshift seat from before or whatever ‘it’s for thinking about’ in the same way he said that it should be between 2 people, this boy is the anti-Moses and he thinks this stuff matters] 

Ali: [making a noise like oh good against his lips because we’re amused but also think you are so cute ‘you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to’ because we can feel it isn’t always going to be this easy to see you but thinking about it is something that can’t be taken away]

Johnny: [tutting into her mouth like he’s done before as though he massively disapproves of this, but the ensuing lil on the floor playfight is the softest it has ever been and he’s smiling through it]

Ali: [you know we’re letting you pin us so quick because we shamelessly want it right now, reaching out and running a finger across his smiley lips]

Johnny: [‘god, you’re so small, but there’s that much of you’ small has the same energy as little girl, because of course, and the way he’s looking at her when he literally is saying she’s big in all the important ways, like smart and sassy and saucy and we could go on and write an essay, it’s fine]

Ali: [when biting your lip isn’t completely stopping the little moan you have to make as you’re here squirming underneath his body and his gaze because what a line, we’re not okay]

Johnny: [‘what are we to do?’ cos yesterday when they were having their convo before any IRL shit happened she was like we can try and you can hate me after and he was like what are we to do if I like you instead and he likes her SO much rn, as well as everything she’s doing, deliberately doing the most himself with how he’s moving because her answer then was we do it again til we can’t and it’s the answer now too]

Ali: [nodding like exactly, you remember, failing to act like you’re not !! at that basic confirmation that he does like you too, the silent gasp as you’re shifting to meet him leaving your mouth open ‘this is our place’ repeating this like this is all we need is this because really, there isn’t much more to it, just avoiding people and being a bit more careful than Moses could bother to be]

Johnny: [the temptation to be evil and have one of these little kids kick a ball at the window or something and kick start his paranoia is too real though, but I won’t do it literally just as she’s said that because it’s very on the nose and I do want y’all to think this is your safe space and get more in your feels than you already are before I’m rude and introduce a realistic cockblock, so for now boy start taking off her clothes, taking a sec to be !! when you take off her top and see all of last night’s damage revealed vividly again, so obvs he has to be kissing and touching all of it, rougher than could be called caring or kissing better lol]

Ali: [that is a realistic cockblock and we must let it happen but we’ll let you have your moment and get more into this before we do it for more impact, for now we’re here loving life and enjoying exactly how rough you’re being ‘more’ whether we mean more lovebites or do more than just touch and kiss us, unclear but both, lbr]

Johnny: [taking it as both because he’s giving her an extra af lovebite, probably where she gave him the lowkey row of his, but at the same time he’s also dry humping her as hard as he ever has and his hand is going under her clothes to touch her again with all the same !! as when he was last night, all the foreplay ever happening]

Ali: [being in his ear telling him everything you can’t stop thinking about in all the vivid detail you’ve still got going ‘round your head]

Johnny: [do a NOISE into her skin about how vividly she’s recalling all these deets because we love that, then decide that in the spirit of last night he’s gonna do some oral action, because I doubt that’s something you have when your whole vibe before has been meh gals I don’t like you that much, just do what I want and then go away, so give her some more lovebites on your way, like on her hip and thighs because gotta, but let’s say when he REALLY starts getting into it is when this cockblock occurs and he stops SO abruptly, because I like being mean]

Ali: [My boo says here on this day we’re choosing violence and I love her nasty ways, be here pulling your clothes back up with lightning speed girl, keeping your ABSOLUTE frustration and 😒 internal, hugging your knees to your chest and trying to take a moment ‘you go out, distract them if it weren’t just a stray ball, I’ll leave when the coast is clear’ ‘cos you just KNOW he ain’t going to entertain staying never mind trying to continue]

Johnny: [mhmm, speaking of violence, literally pushing/pulling her out of sight of the door he’s about to charge out of to shout at these feral children, with the kind of roughness that isn’t fun or sexy, because despite everything he thinks and almost said earlier, in the moment, he doesn’t trust her not to be another stupid Carly-esque girl, then doing his diva storm out obvs, not acknowledging she spoke or her at all other than moving her like a piece of furniture, which is nice]

Ali: [oh huns, just be here sulking in this caravan until you’re certain you can get out and look like you’re merrily on your way to Carly’s or Ronan nbd, at least you can use this hiding time to try and calm down about it and figure out what you’re going to say to him]

Johnny: [the way he’s gonna be ignoring her so hard again now, at least you can go to bed though, boy, it’ll take you ages to fall asleep with all this in your head no doubt but you’d be exhausted so you eventually will]

Ali: [we know it’s coming but we’re at least going to feel justified in trying harder to make you talk to us this time so it can’t drag on for another month or whatever lol but as you have shit to do here today, you can leave him alone now ‘cos you also know nothing productive will be achieved atm]

Johnny: [mhmm, he’s got sleeping to do and then work in the AM to keep himself busy, moreso than usual because the others are gonna have to do Moses’ share for a minute because it cannot be overstated how hardcore Johnny beat him up for Ronan’s sake]

Ali: [I say I’m sorry you’re not deserving of a welfare check sir but you did that all yourself]

Johnny: [do you wanna post this and go on to who Ali is welfare checking?]

Ali: [That probably makes sense, yep]

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Hi sillies, just wanted to give a quick update on some things >:3 This is gonna be long, you don't have to read it ofc, but there's some important stuff!

I'm gonna finally set up the lil Legion Q&A sometime next week on one of my days off! Doodling has been v nice and I think this'll be a lot of fun to do, cause it allows me to both doodle and answer some silly questions about my Legion interpretation ! I'm just gonna have it stay on this blog just for my sake (having a separate blog would stress me out a bit lmao, and I don't like having my work in separate spaces aside from Insta), so you'll have to clarify stuff in your Asks, but I think it'll be a lot of fun!

Also I've really enjoyed reading all your Asks n whatnot! Due to work, answering em is gonna be a lot slower than usual unfortunately, since I prefer to type on my laptop which I v much cannot have at work, which you've probably already noticed. I'm slowly but surely catchin up tho, and would still love for you guys to talk about your silly things! I also hope you guys know that even if I don't agree with your headcanons/theories n whatnot, I still enjoy reading em and they always get me thinkin as well, allowing me to give my own personal take on em, so please don't ever hesitate to talk about whatever! This is a safe space to share your ideas and I love that you even wanna bring em up to me in the first place <3

Something that I'm gonna clarify now that even when the comic comes out, my *personal* interpretation will stay the same except for whatever I pick and chose from the comic's canon! I'm v excited for it, esp after reading the quick blurbs and seeing a page from it, and can't wait to see what they do with these funky lil guys, BUT I still really enjoy my version of em, so I'm gonna stick to what I'm doing now :3 I doubt anyone really cares about this, but yknow dslkfjlfkdsj its something I'm a wee bit insecure about so I just wanted to point that out now. Also I dunno if I'll ever draw the comic designs? They've grown on me the more I've seen em, but I've grown too attached to my own lmfao, maybe in a lil drawing challenge I will tho idk :3

Speaking of the comic, I will most definitely be reviewing it !!! I'm gonna post live reactions on Twitter (spoiled, ofc), and then save my final thoughts for Tumblr since I can go more in depth here ! I also would love to redraw some of the panels with my designs as well since I think that'd be funny! I'm also gonna review the Legion Mystery Box that dropped yesterday, cause I bought that thing IMMEDIETLY so I wouldn't miss out on it !!!

I also really wanna start writing some fanfics! I've been talking about this for a while, but I'm hopefully gonna start sometime over the weekend inbetween my shifts! Dunno if they'll be good, but at this point I just gotta stop worrying about that and remember that my work is for me first, and then for some reason a few of you dorks like it as well! They'll probs just be oneshots to start out since I'm v out of practice and wanna figure out how I wanna write these guys, but maybe I could start a fic in the future idk!

Art is gonna become a lot slower unfortunately, I'm workin 40-50 hour weeks now, but I'm still gonna try and get somethin out for y'all at least once a week, since I really do love drawing! I have so many ideas that I'm just itching to draw and share with you folk! I'm still always up for art or doodle ideas/requests as well, though they might take a hot while to finally get to!

Just wanna mention that I'm a lot more active on Twitter, where I just talk about whatever, share game clips, and interact with folks the most! Feel free to check it out if you'd like :3

Just wanted to thank you guys for all your support on my work, I really appreciate it! It helps motivate me a lot to keep at it on top of my desire to show my love to my favorite characters and franchises, and I love that I can share my ideas and artwork with you all! <3