#imma have to get Disney+ for this shit y’all
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Squad Halloween Headcanons
Y’all. I FUCKING LOVE Halloween, and for me, (because of my Disney life) it starts in mid August…last year was the first time in 9 years I wasn’t in a Disney Park to celebrate with all their amazing entertainment and delicious snacks and I was SO SAD, I was planning to go back this year but #1: I’m not an idiot about to travel rn #2: our border is still closed #3: they cancelled MNSSHP this year.
Also this took so fcking long cause I got SUPER hyped up/distracted jamming out to MNSSHP JAMS.
Anyways….
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Imma start with the team going through a haunted house cause that’s what the anon asked for originally
The squad ends up going to some Halloween festival down at Coney Island as a way to brush off some steam and have some time together outside work
It’s definitely Rollins who suggests going through the haunted house, the kind with actual actors inside that jump out of you along with creepy/gruesome scenes and rooms along the way (I’m thinking Halloween Horror Nights type thing)
Kat’s the first to agree, grabbing Amanda’s hand while the two gleefully run towards the entrance (hopped up on sugar or alcohol you choose). They’re giggling and yelping the entire way through having the time of their lives
Carisi’s definitely the one screaming like a baby around every corner, actually terrified, which naturally Amanda is laughing at him for, making plans on how to prank him around the precinct more often
Amaro’s the one who nearly punches one of the actors out of pure fight or flight instinct
Barba thinks the entire thing is childlike and ridiculous, he’s only here because Olivia showed up at his apartment and dragged him down there herself.
Casey finds herself jumping more often than she’d thought, brushing it off with laughter
Olivia & Alex end up jumping together and don’t even realize they’re holding hands until they’re all the way out and someone else points it out which they both get super flustered about, blaming it on being scared
Fin definitely makes some comment about how this is “white people shit” and he’ll never understand why something like this is supposed to be fun.
Melinda is hands down going over every gruesome scene with a groan, complaining how inaccurate it is, wapping Carisi’s arm as he’s trembling over the gore being all “it’s not even real, calm down!”
Sonya’s the one with the flask in her pocket…duh…
Halloween in general:
Olivia wasn’t super big on the holiday originally, but once she adopts Noah it becomes more of a regular thing when he’s old enough to actually enjoy it. She always makes sure he has the cutest/best costume, and is sure to take him trick or treating with Lucy (so that if she has to leave he doesn’t have to stop getting candy). She lets him gorge on candy that night, but is sure to keep it limited over the next few weeks. They do all the cute family Halloween things, carve pumpkins, roast the seeds, watch things like It’s The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown, in the month leading up to the holiday
Rollins LOVES scary movies, and uses Sept/Oct as an excuse to bust them out, we’re talking all the Friday the 13ths, all the Halloween’s, all 4 Scream’s, Nightmare on Elm Street, the Strangers, the Purge collection, the Chucky movies, ALL of them. She drags Carisi into it despite the fact that he HATES them, especially the jump scares, laughing at how panicked he gets during the tense scenes. After having kids she softens up a little bit, obviously she can’t show a 4 year old those movies (she’ll wait til after bedtime for that). She’ll usually join Liv in trick or treating, making the night a little more enjoyable for both of them. She also is 100% guilty of eating at least half of the girls candy after they go to sleep for the night and DEFINITELY hits up the stores Nov 1st for all that sweet, sweet discounted chocolate. She definitely has a costume for Frannie, who puts up with her bullshit long enough to get a couple of pictures before tearing the thing to pieces.
Carisi loves doing all the cute fun fall things with his family. Like, he’ll be back in Staten Island raking the leaves in his parent’s yard just so the kids can dive bomb into the pile before filling those big jack’o’lantern garbage bags for decorations. He goes costume shopping with them, or spends hours going through pattern books at the fabric store because his Ma is clearly making all the costumes herself just like she did when he was a kid. He’ll spend hours carving pumpkins, chaperoning various relatives friends groups while they trick or treat, various parties of the kids, laughing along with them while they play games. Is definitely helping his sisters make witch finger cookies, or those tables where they turn the lights off and you touch peeled grapes pretending they’re eyeballs and the like. Seriously cannot wait to have his own family/kids to experience it with, cause, duh…it’s our soft sonshine bean.
Alex doesn’t care much for the holiday, this bitch comes from wealth and class and you simply cannot tell me otherwise. She’s much more a Christmas/New Years Eve type holiday celebrator. She’s glad she lives in an apartment where there aren’t many trick or treaters or kids in general, she MIGHT leave a bowl of candy outside her door if she knows there’s kids in the building, but catch this girl probably still at the office not even realizing it’s Oct 31st. As for fall in general, she prefers it, getting to spend more time snuggled up with her s/o, using the chilling weather as an excuse, especially if PDA’s involved. “I’m only holding your hand cause it’s cold” kinda thing
Rafael is 1000% still in his office the entire night, has no reason to celebrate and finds everything oh so childish, though he probably will bring Noah a little packet of candy (and probably a tooth brush, cause, no one likes cavities). He hates the whole “pumpkin obsession” that everyone goes through, ESPECIALLY with coffee, how anyone can drink that sugary sweet shit is far beyond him. Plus it brings hoards more people into the coffee shops and makes him late for work if he doesn’t start leaving the house earlier. He appreciates the cooling weather thanks to regularly being in 3 piece suits though, cause that’s no fun in the humid heat of summer.
Casey’s not super into it, she might throw up a decoration or two on her apartment door for the spirit of things, but she’s not going out or celebrating, and definitely not dressing up. She’s a girl that belongs in summer, warm air, outdoor sports, the ability to bike ride through the city rather than deal with rain/snow. I feel things like 4th of July are her jam, outdoors, a barbecue, the warm summer air, sports, obviously softball.
Melinda: (it’s canon she’s married and has a kid so I’m going with that here). She gets WAY too into it in terms of setting up her front yard into a horror zone, like, the MOST realistic decorations, organizing skeletons/organs/brains/etc into the most realistic & disgusting scenarios. Loves to freak out trick or treater’s with it while her kids younger, when the kid is older and hosting parties, she’ll have a long trail leading to the back yard, a little haunted house type display with all the medically accurate terrifying thing before the guests get to the door. She definitely takes notes of the most disturbing deaths she’s seen all year just for this moment. There is 100% fog machines and creepy soundtracks throughout the entire thing.
#law and order#law and order svu#law and order special victims unit#halloween#olivia benson#casey novak#alex cabot#melinda warner#sonya paxton#rafael barba#amanda rollins#sonny carisi#svu
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I'm loving the zombie apocalypse shenanigans a lil too much 💀
This ask is totally unrelated to that tho-
I was wondering like if we had a scale of 1 to 10 on each love interest on how much they liked Reader so far what'd scores would it be? ( this feels oddly worded so imma just drop examples- )
Like this but like your scores for them obviously
Cuphead - 10/10, is a simp
Bendy - 7/10, great homies, would tap that (/j)
Panchito - 4/10, thinks Reader is pretty and nice, good friend so far but it doesn't run too deep past that
Cuphead- 12/10, most def a simp, would kidnap reader if he could 😋
Bendy- 8/10, stubborn as hell and won’t show it but wants to have the nerve to get mad when someone talks to the reader like dude make up your mind? 😒
Mugman- 5/10, lowkey too worried about the world ending and why tf he was pulled into all this and why tf he can’t just go back home, would def tap tho if he spends more than 10 seconds with the reader
Donald- 7/10, looks at reader as another one of his nephews, another spawn of satan, don’t y’all think the triplets and Y/n would destroy shit? 😜 I do
Oswald- 9/10, but is also too stubborn right now because of his past flame with Ortensia, wouldn’t even call it a flame, then mfs were married and he’s afraid to look at reader as Ortensia. Trust me, he would most tell reader 😋 this man his husband material he has his love like figured out better than everyone else combined in this mf
Felix- 7/10, 😏 he’s…odd
Panchito- 6/10, lowkey can pull mad bitches if he wanted to but he dosen’t notice
Meek- 7/10, it’s a Ruck 2.0 to him, 😋 he wants to be the second Uncle that takes everyone to disney world
Don-2/10, he’s just here at this point
Ruck- 10/10, won’t admit it. But he’s glad to see his niece
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A Twisted Halloween: Spectral Soiree: Book 3: Ghostly Plight
Everyone and everything’s split up.
Silver/Jamil
What the fuck
I mean…yeah this is how the Realm of Darkness is.
Silver honey…y’all are not staying here.
Ah the old days of Naruto and focusing your chakra into your feet to walk on just about an surface.
Ah, Mulan reference!
PERIODT JAMIL
COMMIT STEAL
Was…was “Zounds” supposed to be “Zoinks”?
This man learning quickly.
Gotta lie to Silver to get shit done
I mean…there was some magic…some Mushu magic lol
THERE HE GOES
MASK OFF JAMIL
Imma need these ghosts to chill
Also!
Silver…you are at the wrong school
Princess Aurora headass
Where we going?
Sparkles?
Nope.
Nope.
STAIRS?
Girl what is that one SCPs number?
The stair scp
JACK
ITS YOU
Oh…
Oh you’re possessed.
What the hell is this ghost talking about
Jack, you were possess—
OH WAIT
JACK WASN’T WITH THE PARTY WHO WENT IN
HE WAS STOLEN
Jack’s comin for ya!
Riddle/Ruggie/Ortho
This freaking disney twinkle
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
HALLOWEEN
HALLOWEEN
HALLOWEEN
HALLOWEEN
Ion read One Piece but
Chile I can't find the image
Oh well...
Is this a One Piece ref?
Can’t really think of any other treasure hunter manga…
Really hate that i’m on a reread, so I have to sit through all these fights…again
Y’all don’t bully Riddle
He had a strict upbringing
We gotta take Riddle to an escape room
GIRL WHAT
…why are y’all walking away from Riddle
And why is my dog standing at the end of the bed
What has a alarmed you my dear doggo
DAMN IT
RIDDLE THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A PRIVATE CONVERSATION
OH
NEVERMIND
HE’S HAPPY!
Yeah, don’t ever tell him, Ortho.
AW
RIDDLE, RUGGIE AND ORTHO ESCAPE ROOM ADVENTURE???
IF Y’ALL GHOSTS DON’T DIE INTO NOTHINGNESS
Oh hey they made it to the stairs!
What possessed person will they meet?
AY FUCK
ITS JADE
NOT IT SAYING “Floyd?
NOT Y’ALL NOT KNOWING THE DIFFERENCE
Oh wait nevermind that was Floyd dialect
Riddle ofc would know tho
I have no words at what the fuck Jade told Riddle
ASLDKSA;LDKSADL;
HE DIDN’T SAY THAT, JADE
Rook/Trey/Sebek
What the hell is going on with this group
Sebek sweetheart you are half human please chill
The face Rook is making after being caught
Y’all didn’t even get a fragment before leaving
Hate to see it
Sebek if you don’t put that magic away rn
Ooooo
Trey’s frowning~
NOOOOOOO
WE WERE ROBBED OUT OF ROOK LORE
I WANT TO KNOW
IS HE FAE/HUMAN
OOOO
TREY WAS THE ONE TO COMMIT STEAL?
Proud of him
…
Oh no
He’s like Tartaglia…
Was this man fucking Tarzan
Or Sora? Cuz that fuckin whatever the hell would come out the woodwork just to scarp
Bro I wanted him to touch his chest and feel nothing
Rook just stopped his heart to fuck with him
I FUCKEN KNEW IT
HE WAS FUCKING WITH HIS HEART
THE BITCH
They literally have like two why are they already at the stairs
Anyway
Who y’all fighting
OH
ITS DEUCE
I mean… he is a mama’s boy
And Trey just entered mom-friend mode
The face Rook is making now that he cannot wipe Deuce’s face Im—
He looks so serious good lord
WHERE IS HIS MAMA
Oh hey the ghost left
YUCK
Deuce
Throw hands
Ah shit there he go…
Tbh Trey
We should get carried away
Leona/Ace/Floyd
Alright my fav group
BEAT THEY ASS FLOYD
Oh
Leona my beloved has used his growl
Floyd, we stand down.
LEONA CHILL
WAIT
THERE’S A DOOR IN THE CAVE
ACE NOOOO
DON’T OPEN THAT DOOR
OR THE WORLDS WILL BE CONNECTED
TIED TO THE DARKNESS
And there goes Floyd to go touch something
FLOYD GIVING INTO THE INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS
Leona: Don’t touch anything
An intrusive thought: But what if you did? What would happen then?
THE INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS ARE WINNING
Also known as
Since you said not to do it
Imma fucking do it
Bomb
PERTFICATION BOMB???
Now tbh Ace
I feel like honey is in fact acting
ACE GET HIS ASS
:)
All according to plan
Alright,
Who’s gonna be with this group
EPEL????
Epel I’m so sorry
He’s gonna be PISSED when he comes to
ANGEL WHAT ARE YOU FEEDING YOUR CARDS
THAT ONLY TOOK ONE TURN
WHAT IN TARNATION
Nothing, because that’s it.
Twisted Ramblings
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This is the most Hawkeye photo I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s insufferable. I love it. 🏹💜
#this show just might be the best thing ever#imma have to get Disney+ for this shit y’all#hawkeye#hawk guy#clint barton#kate bishop#pizza dog#lucky#hawkeye tv show#Matt fraction’s Hawkeye#marvel comics#Hawkeye comics#marvel#jeremy renner
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Hey! I have a really loud and particular laugh that seems to carry quite literally throughout my house and there have been many times people have bought it up with me (I can’t help it my laugh is just loud & contagious!!). Could I request the bros reaction to MC who quite literally is unable to laugh quietly and ends up being heard through the whole of the house? Thank you!🥰
This is so sweet, geez imma get cavities. I also have a very loud laugh and I startle people a lot when I start laughing so I get what you mean!
These HCs are probably written a lot better because suddenly I’m full energy and motivation-
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The Brothers with an MC who has a loud and particular laugh:
Lucifer:
-He’ll never admit it but whenever you start laughing or even smiling, he can’t really stop himself from doing it too
-Like, he looks at you as you start cackling about a funny meme Levi just showed you and he’s holding back a smile-
-Because, even though you have such a loud and some would say ‘obnoxious’ laugh, he thinks you just sound so precious
-He really struggles to show that he’s not affected by you as much as he actually is
-Even if you start laughing at an inappropriate time, he’d likely not even tell you off properly
- Would never say anything of the sort to your face, but he low-key admires you
-He thinks it’s amazing that a simple human like you that has experienced so many horrible things every since they arrived in literal hell, can have the ability to laugh so heartily even now
-If you’re in public and start doing your boisterous laugh, he will keep a stoic expression on his face
-There’s a hint of a blush on his cheeks if you look close enough, though I doubt anyone is crazy enough to point it out
-In private though? Appreciate these moments y’all, because it’s one of the few rare times you’ll see him laugh freely
-Even when he’s around his brothers and trying to keep a straight face, you can see his lips threatening to curve upwards
-Basically, he thinks you’re baby and your laugh makes him feel at ease
Mammon:
-I head canon that he also has a very particular laugh because he gives off those kind of vibes
-He probably doesn’t even notice how loud you are when you start wheezing
-Normally, he’d join in and start laughing with you as the rest of the brothers take out their sound blocking ear muffs for the third time that day
-You two are loud ok?
-Poor Lucifer who not only has insomnia and is a workaholic, he also has two idiots giggling to themselves in the middle of the night
-When I said Mammon is trying to get a laugh out of you any hour of the day
-I mean any hour
-He will wake you up to just hear your voice and then proceed to run out as you start yelling at him
-Even if he were to notice it, the worst reaction you’re gonna get out of him is a bit of teasing
-“Ya sound like you’re dyin’ over there human. You alright?”
-When in reality, he’s even more smitten with you because your laugh is just another one of your amazing qualities
-Mammon does the stupidest shit in front of you to make you and hear you laugh because it warms his heart
-Even if he wouldn’t admit it, to you or to himself
-The only time he ‘doesn’t like’ it when you laugh is if you’re poking fun at him with his brothers
-That gets him all huffy puffy and sad
-For a minute, before he’s thrown himself onto you again
-Greedy for money and greedy for affection of course
Levi:
-ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap
-“YOU SOUND JUST LIKE THE MAIN CHARACATER’S LOVE INTEREST FROM THIS NEW ANIME I’M WATCHING! IT’S CALLED: PEOPLE KEEP TELLING ME I’M IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND BUT I’M ACTUALLY NOT, THOUGH WHOA THEY HAVE SUCH A PRETTY LAUGH!”
-Catch him rambling about it for five minutes straight
-Before stopping abruptly, flushing from head to toe and starting to stutter like he forgot how to speak
-This usually has you laughing again, in a more sympathetic and encouraging way and he just...dies
-He doesn’t like his laugh, at all
-He thinks it sounds really awkward and tense
-So he’s low-key jealous about your rather impulsive laugh because it’s so sweet??? And amazing and cute??? Just like you???
-But at the same time, it’s hard for him to be jealous of it when he loves it so much
-Why do you think he keeps coming to you whenever he finds funny memes or compilations online???
-“I don’t expect a normie like you to understand but look at this.”
-He gets a stupidly cute kick out of knowing that he is the one making you laugh
-I suggest trying not to laugh too much while he’s playing video games because your laugh distracts him so much
-And he will throw his headset at you
-Affectionately of course
Satan:
-He doesn’t give much of a reaction besides a quirked eyebrow and a quiet ‘Oh?’
-Sure, he doesn’t really like it when his brothers are being noisy either because they’re laughing too loudly or because they are fighting gladiator style outside his room
-But you’re the exception
-The only person in that household that could get away with interrupting his reading/work is you
-May come as a surprise to some, but sometimes Satan does get worried for you
-If he hasn’t seen you in a while he might start thinking that something is wrong
-But then he’d hear you laughing from downstairs and he’d smile and think “Eh they’re alright.”
-He thinks your laugh sounds so much more endearing than his own psychotic laugh 🥰🥰🥰
-Will throw one of his precious books at any of his brothers if they make fun of the way you laugh
-Basically, he has the biggest heart eyes for you but he’s too good at hiding it
-Laugh with him whenever something embarrassing happens to Lucifer and he will be so pleased and happy for the rest of the day
Asmo:
-“MC my dear, has anyone mentioned what a wonderfully charming laugh you have? And that says something coming from me.”
-Asmo also has a very noticeable laugh
-Not exactly loud but it could be considered obnoxious (to his brothers) and he giggles all the time when he’s very excited
-Having Asmodeous as your partner is basically the same thing as dating your best friend
-Despite being the Avatar of Lust, your relationship with him is super healthy and even he takes comfort in that
-You’d both be chuckling to yourselves in Majolish or something because this bïtch is hilarious if he wants to be
-“Oh my Lord Diavolo! MC, look! I found the perfect outfit for Mammon!!”
-And it’s a Disney princess dress the size of a fuckn toddler
-You guys laughed so hard you got kicked out >:(
-But you ended up buying that dress for Mammon anyway lmaoo
-Spending too much time with Asmo is similar to the whole “I’m trying to be quiet in class but me and my friend keep laughing every time we look at each other”
-The way both of you have to strain yourselves from full on cackling when Lucifer has a go at either of you 😌
-Except you seriously can’t laugh because you will be ✨murdered✨
-“What do you mEAN YOU DON’T LIKE YOUR LAUGH, YOUR LAUGH IS GORGEOUS! NOT AS GORGEOUS AS MINE OBVIOUSLY BUT IT EASILY COMES IN SECOND!”
-That’s the kind of hype he gives you all day every day
Beel:
-The first time he properly heard you laugh was when you started making puns and you were laughing like crazy at your own jokes (samesies)
-And he just loves seeing you this happy because he gets happy and then he doesn’t even want to eat anymore, he just wants to hug you
-“I like your laugh. Do it again for me?”
-Your heart went doki doki
-It’s common for Beel to make you all flustered without meaning to and then you nervously start laughing again because you feel so awkward
-BUT your face brightens up so much when you start laughing or even smiling and he can’t help himself from complimenting you
-Your joyous and loud chuckles always cheer him up
-To the point where he completely forgets how hungry he is
-Took you a while to figure this one out but his mood sort of changes with yours??
-If you’re visibly sadder than usual, he his morale is also surprisingly low and he starts eating more than usual
-In comparison to when you’re all bubbly and doing that beautiful laugh of yours and he gets like these butterflies in his stomach instead of the usual pangs of pain and hunger
-So now he just wants to hear your voice in general on repeat for the rest of eternity
-Im not crying you are
Belphie:
-“You’re too loud dumbass, I’m tryin’ to nap here.”
-Will deadass throw a pillow at your face if you wake him up
-Like hes so rude and for what?
-He loves you and your annoying as fuck laugh, he really does I promise
-It’s a special, unique part of you and all that sappy crap
-But keep it up and you will have a very cranky boyfriend to deal with for the rest of the month
-He can be such an ass at times if he’s in a bad mood
-“I should tape your mouth shut.”
-“Kinky-“
-“Shut up.”
-But as much as he hates being woken up by somebody else, he would much prefer waking up to your voice rather anyone else’s
-You usually wake him up in the mornings to get ready for RAD and you start giggling every time he pulls a face at you and complains that he doesn’t wanna
-“What are you? An alarm clock?”
-And then he just sort of pulls you to him and goes with a completely straight face:
-“You’re annoying but you can be my alarm clock if you want to.”
-He’s either flirting or is so sleepy he’s being unusually soft hELP
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Thank you for reading! And for all the reblogs and follows. You guys don’t even know how much I appreciate your support. Especially at times when I’m not as motivated to write and now that the fandom has fizzled out a bit.
Also imma have to make a master list soon or something
Al~
#obey me#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me imagines#obey me leviathan#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me satan#obey me mc#🌸 comfort#⭐️ requests#☂️ demon brothers#💞 protective bois
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EPISODE👏 REVIEW👏 hsmtmts season 2 episode 10: get ready for some enthusiastic writing and a little too much looking into details
first off seb doing the intro made my heart happy i love him
ok i know everyone has been saying it but there is no way in hell they’re winning the menkies. unless the writers just go with the main character favoritism route, there’s just no way. however for the sake of comedy, watching ashlyn give us everything in the transformation scene and ricky being an absolute disaster is SO funny to me. like shout out to joshua because that scene made me laugh so hard. also a trio i need more of is kourt, red and ej. i just feel like they would be dramatic gossipy bitches and i love that for them.
normally i think ms. jenn’s reactions are over the top but after seeing the shit show that just occurred 2 mins before... i think her reaction is very valid because oh god.
continuing with the theme of friendship dynamics we haven’t seen a lot of but we absolutely need more of, ashlyn and ricky!! that scene was so sweet and wholesome. i’m so so so glad the writers didn’t fall into the trap of making characters take sides after a break up. i just feel like it’s been done a million times before. but seeing ashlyn being so genuine when checking up in ricky made me so happy. the caswells remain being the superior characters (including gina obvs)
ms. jenn and mr. mazzarra are cute don’t get me wrong but they should’ve spent more time developing that relationship instead giving ms. jenn like 3 random love interests and that’s all i’ll say on that.
i love imagining what characters are saying when they’re just ad libbing. like what could ej, gina, ricky and red be talking about before carlos shows up to start the scene?? my guess is they’re all gushing about how amazing ash is and no i don’t take criticisms on that.
alright i’ll say it. the seblos drama is weak at best. they didn’t spend enough time developing it and kind of pushed it to the background so when it was one of the main focuses of the episode it was kind of like ok?? HOWEVER i did love the resolution to it and the deeper look into their individual characters. (i’ll talk more about this later)
carlos calling ms. jenn mother and everyone immediately knowing who he was talking about sent me omfg. but also who the fuck let these high schoolers try to figure out this transformation scene by themselves?? they collectively have 2 brain cells and they just bounce around between the 9 of them depending on the scene. but playful sleepover competition!! also gina nudging ej when he goes a little too ej 1.0 was everything.
i hate lily and i love sassy red. that’s all.
(im going to talk about the boys/girls sleepovers like they’re each one continuous scene respectively because it’s way easier than switching back and forth)
fun new friendship dynamics!! the boys!! sebbie and the girls! iconic. i know that the show is meant to be in a mockumentary style so we only see parts of the characters lives but i would give my left arm to see the boys getting closer and becoming friends. this is also the first scene where i really noticed ricky’s shirt. ricky is queer disney are just cowards. i’m not a big ricky/ ej shipper but the pretty boy had me feeling some type of way. carlos being worried about seb and their relationship and then red being like well this is why. bc he’s got a spy on the inside was peak friendship. but seriously disney?? just say gay. it’s not a bad word. now imma freak out about PORTWELL OMFG I WAS ALREADY FREAKING OUT DURING THIS SCENE SO YOU CAN IMAGINE HOW WELL I WAS DOING LATER ON. but ej just being like im not ready to put myself out there because of nini i don’t wanna get rejected... again. my heart went out to him. you can really see how much he’s grown as a person. but sure ej y’all are “buddies” also him saying the one thing i’m proud of from my time with nini was letting her go and ricky’s reaction to that hurt me to my core.
alright let’s talk about the girls and seb. first off i love that they’re actually working and the boys are doing fuck all LOL. seb actually talking about how he feels?? good for him. i hate that he thinks that carlos is only with him because there’s limited options but at least he’s talking about it. a moment of silence for ash’s scissor bucket (i won’t make a gay joke. i won’t make a gay joke. i won’t-) anyways... i really thought that maybe ash would know about portwell but it’s fucking EVERYONE. like y’all are that perceptive about other peoples relationships but not your own?? that’s why all y’all have relationship drama. gina not wanting to put herself out there because she’s afraid of getting hurt?? ouch. gina thinking ej is just being nice?? ouch but also gina, sis?? what. also nini reacting that way to the chocolates is so out of pocket. like 1) y’all aren’t dating anymore so what’s got you so pressed? 2) gina made it clear that they weren’t actually from ricky 3) nini you know they had some sort of chemistry before you and ricky got back together so this really shouldn’t be that surprising.
anyways the scene with ricky and carlos broke me. the decision for ricky to not show nini the song was so mature. despite wanting to get her back, he KNOWS that that would only drag her back and that’s not fair to her and he knows it. but his awareness of seblos’s relationship and wanting to help carlos work things out with seb was so wholesome and so sweet and is kind of a big moment of character development for him this season. like he was generally very selfish this season (again i’m a ricky apologist til the day i die but he was so selfish) and seeing him take the focus away from his problems to help carlos out was so sweet. also i need more ricky/carlos friendship moments.
kourt talking about howie learning her love language?? bitch you mean espionage?? i mean me too but that’s so fucking funny
ALRIGHT THIS IS THE PARAGRAPH WHERE I SCREAM ABOUT PORTWELL!!! i am so so so so happy right now about this. the fact that ej asked about risotto but for real was so satisfying and was blatantly like him saying i know we faked being in a relationship but what about it not being fake and omfg that’s so amazing. also gina being skeptical and asking if ash put him up to it and him saying not that i know of?? THE PARALLELS?? also gina this whole season has been talking about signs and finding reasons to stay, finding signs to know if someone is right for her and you can literally see the moment she realizes she said the same thing about the duke sweatshirt to jack. SHE KNOWS THIS IS HER SIGN and that’s so special to me. also ej’s nervous laugh after she says yes?? omfg. let’s look at ej’s character. historically he’s confident, cocky and generally puts on this facade of having his shit together but gina makes him nervous (in a good way). he doesn’t feel like he has to pretend to be confident around her. he’s showing her that he’s just as nervous as she is about this and that is just *chefs kiss* honestly not to be an andi mack stan but ej’s little nervous chuckle and ok after she says yes sounds like he’s letting out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding which seriously parallels tj after the tyrus confession. i’m just saying. ALSO GINA’S LITTLE EXCITED WALK BACK TO THE GROUP AHHHHHH
the seblos song?? i have no notes. it was incredible. frankie killed that shit. it was such a good song. so sweet. so wholesome. also ricky and carlos’s hug was so fucking meaningful to both of them and you can tell. ricky was absolutely beaming because he helped the two of them and it feels like a little bit of season 1 ricky shining through.
WHO THE FUCK LET A BUNCH OF HIGH SCHOOLERS RIG A KID IN THE AIR COMPLETELY UNSUPERVISED?? of course ricky fucking fell. that group shares 2 brain cells. obviously some dumb shit was going to happen
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BIRTHDAY CAKE — RAPPER!JAKE HEADCANONS 🎂 🎁
anonymous asked: what do you think rapper!jake would get you for your birthday? warnings: mentions of sexual content & curse words. notes: i listened to the solo version of birthday cake by rihanna so join in if you want to <3 thank you anon for asking this okay ilysm whoever you are you’re so perfect! i wanted to post it when i was born but i couldn’t wait any longer! ps: the gifs are not mine, but i couldn’t find who made them since they were reposted on pinterest. i hope y’all enjoy the chain (and this too)!
why would rapper!jake get his birthday bitch, huh?
everything she ever dreamed of, of course.
birthdays would start at midnight and end at the same hour the next day, no excuses.
he would wake you up with gentle kisses along your shoulder. “good morning, angel, it’s your special day”. when was it not when you’re one of the biggest hip hop artists’ girlfriend?
you would protest, grabbing on his arms that were around you tighter so he would not move. but he did. he pulled the blankets of your naked body and helped you turn so you were laying on your back.
no matter how many years the two of you have shared together, you were always excited for what was coming next.
(pun intented)
jake would leave kisses down your entire body, making his way down to your core by leaving light hickeys.
your legs would slowly open up for him, and you would wrap them around his head when he finally reached the right spot.
he brags about your head game all the time, but boy got some sweet skills too. he has you mewling, whimpering, shaking and he’s only a few licks and gentle bites in.
by the time you’re close to the edge, he stops. “count down for me, baby.” so you count down from your your age to 0. i pity you if you’re like 35. rip @ your pussy. he doesn’t make it easy for you. he nibbles on your thighs, he leaves kisses absolutely everywhere. he dips his tongue in your wetness, teasing your hole (or both of them because why not? it’s your birthday, girl, be wild!). and when you FINALLY reach 0, you’re absolutely exploding.
you’re screaming his name. you almost forgot that what? five minutes ago? you were having sweet fantasy dreams of jake as a knight and you as the princess of the candy kingdom.
jake’s face emerges from your pussy, covered in juices as he gives you a playful smirk. “you’re just like wine, you taste better with age.”
and he’s got you laughing and trying to gently kick him.
he will deny you any attempts of paying him back. he’s got other things on his mind.
he sets you back under the blankets nicely and reach out for your nightstand, handing you your favourite plushie that you leave here at all times as he presses a kiss on your forehead. “just had my fave breakfast but i’m ,’bout to make some more.” he would wink. “whataya want?”
pancakes, waffles, froot loops, spaghetti, brownies, listen, you could have whatever you wanted.
you opted for waffles this year. and jake, who happened to be quite the talented chef, and before you could fall asleep again, he brought you a large platter of waffles, cut fruits and maple syrup with a hot chocolate.
you turned on the television and found some crappy reality television to watch. at midnight, it was either that or a marathon of pawn stars. on the screen, there were some old episodes of say yes to the dress. jake paid attention to your reactions in front of the dresses and the brides. he made mental notes of your preferences.
once you were done eating, you turned one of your favourite movies on. it was some disney film jake actually loved although he would never admit it out loud.
eventually, the sun started to rise outside.
and the fun was really starting.
jake listed what the two of you would do today: he would take you to the mall early so no one would bother you as you went from store to store, trying everything from prada, chanel, gucci and whatever you felt like it. and then, you would go for brunch. and then he would take you for a walk around the park. just the two of you.
and you did all that, while jake carried all of your shopping bags and helped you bring them back inside the mansion when it was time for a power nap.
the thing was: you weren’t sleepy.
and neither was jake.
he noticed that little sparkle in your eyes. he knew it so well.
you were needy. and even if, most of the time it would annoy him when he had better plans in mind, he let it slide this time.
he placed his hand on your head and helped you lean down on your knees.
you palmed at his growing bulge. you freed it from his pants and he went to sit on the couch. he let you entertain yourself, lazily sucking and licking his length when his other, much more important present, was being prepared outside without you noticing.
you cockwarmed him in your throat for a while.
“why you bein’ so generous to me? it’s your day, we gotta do what makes you happy.”
“you make me happy”.
HE COULD HAVE PUT A RING ON YOUR HAND RIGHT THERE (but after he came in your mouth, he had better priorities than marriage).
FINALLY you heard noise outside. you swallowed his load and licked your lips clean, crawling towards the large windows to take a peak of what was going on.
there was a lamborghini.
of your favourite colour.
bouquets and balloons were overflowing from the open doors and top.
your jaw dropped.
“i don’t even know how to drive?”
jake stood behind you and gently went to pet your hair.
“i’ll teach you.”
and you ran outside like an excited child, smelling roses and kicking helium balloons on your way. you sat behind the wheel and imitated the noises of the engine.
jake was so fucking in love with you.
he went to sit on the passenger seat and fixed the brakes, instructing you to press the pedal to rinse the engine safely.
he couldn’t even hear the vroom vroom over your happy giggles.
“it’s not over yet.”
jake got out of the car and went to your side, kissing you lovingly, his chain tickling your chest when he leaned forward. “follow me, angel.”
and you did. you arrived just in time, some friends had made it to the backyard where a gigantic cake and even bigger teddy bear were waiting for you. the teddy bear was holding a present bag with your favourite disney characters printed all over it.
everybody melted at the sweet thought.
jake suddenly switched in his attitude.
he grabbed something from behind the cake, a large jewelry box. he presented it to you.
you opened it.
there was a chain, similar to his, shining under the golden hour sun.
he put it on you as you let out a happy tear.
you shared the cake with your close friends. you were taking photos. posting them all over instagram. and fans were going crazy at the sight of jake looking so happy and relaxed.
people left.
you both started to run out of energy.
so you went to bed, it was almost midnight again.
and you made love. it was passionate, it was loving, it was sweet and it was incredible. it could not be compared to anything else jake has ever done to you. it felt as though your hearts were beating on the same rhythm. your eyes were locked the entire time as you both reached your high in this slow, but deep pace.
and when you finally closed your eyes to relax, jake managed to stretch his arm out and grab something from the night stand drawer.
you thought he was grabbing some bullet vibrator.
no.
it was an even smaller box than this afternoon.
“i bought this shit a long ass time ago,”
jake’s voice was cracking under the stress.
you encouraged with a gentle caress on his bearded chin.
“don’t fuckin’ cry or imma cry too.”
too late, you were both crying rivers. and chuckling. and shaking.
he did not even finish asking the question. he forgot the speech he prepared when he was eating you out earlier, thinking of romantic shit to say.
you said yes.
jake couldn’t see straight.
but he managed to put the ring on. it was the prettiest ring you have ever seen in your entire life.
after a ton of i love yous.
he found his phone somewhere on the bed and took a photo.
you looked awful and tried to cover your face with your hand.
“my bitch forever and ever happily ever after”.
he captioned the photo.
truth be told, he was so skillful that he did all of this without pulling out of you.
and he went at it again.
with more vigor. but with just as much passion.
“y’makin’ me feel so good wifey”.
perhaps wifey was the new bitch.
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NO REALLYYYYY THEY ARE 💀 “okay so do your mom got a bracelet she doesn’t use anymore?” “I’m not selling my mom’s shit baji” “okay what about your cousins?” “wait baji, my cousin have this nice chain we can steal” “SAY LESS” now mitsuya how long thinkin how long they’re gonna keep up this booster shit till they sayin “FREE ME ‼️‼️”
BYE KEITH, imma be UPSET if my true love is in that dry city cause imma feel like I’m in a Disney movie 🙄 not even the fairytale kind mmcht. my cousin lives there so I’m moving in with her + my entire family is moving up there so I def won’t be alone 🦧
THERE ARE KAZU ANTIS???? WHERE???? WHY YALL SLANDERING KAZU??? FOR WHY??? oh hell nah, lemme get kiyomasa bat on y’all. BUT THE PREVIEW VIDEO- HIM AND BAJI- BYE. AND WE GET TO SEE MIKEY BROTHER ANIMATED TOO 😩
also are you simpin for h*saki keith 🤨???? cause I saw that-
ooooo that must suck, I really do hope you get some sleep in, can’t be overworking yourself :/
mitsuya’s gonna let them rot a lil in jail before he hires an attorney 🙄 mf’s like “did u learn ur listen” “yes let us out” and they go right back to hunting for a high end bag . . its a cycle mitsuya wishes to break !
NOT THE FAIRYTALE KIND STAWP DNWJWJWJQIIQ think of it as small intimiate town that has ur one and true love but what if its thag one soulmate thing where yea u r soulmates but the world just isnt aligned w ur fates perfectly and u cant be together </3
SHINICHIRO ANIMAGED ? THE PERSON I WILL BE WHEN HE SPEAKS ??2??2? DUCJFJJEJEJEJEJW IM GONNA CRY ? HELLO ? me ? simping for k*saki t*tta really nerdy kid who did cram school ? tiny and pocket sized during tenjiku arc ?? ofc not 😵💫
im gonna get some sleep rn cause my ass gotta work at 5:30 …:. 5:30 bruh …
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Title: Arranged {1}
Yahya Abdul Mateen II x OFC Nyorie Kane
Warning: Plot
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Summary: Yahya is thirty-three, and his friends and family all seem to believe that it is long overdue for him to have a wife. He’s been set up more times than he can count and with his busy schedule and rising Hollywood star, it is becoming even more difficult to meet people, well people who aren’t looking for a come up. In the beginning, he said he didn’t want anything serious; his motto was “I’m was here for a good time not a long time.” Then it became he didn’t want anything that would distract him from where he wanted to go and what he wanted to accomplish. Now that his fame is rising and he’s approaching a sweet spot in his career he decides what the hell the time might be right.
In comes “A Match”, an exclusive matchmaking company run by his best friend Ramel’s wife Tamika. He gives Tamika and Ramel free rein and all his trust to find him, someone, he’d mesh well with. Instead of going through her clientele Tamika has just the right woman in mind, her best friend, Nyorie. Things are done a little unorthodox at “A Match” though. This unconventional route is credited for a near-perfect success rate.
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Chapter One
“Man, you not getting any younger. Plus we all know how important family is to you the rate you’re going you not even gonna have one till you fifty,” Ramel said as he came back into the living room with his hands full of food. Ramel stopped in front of the U-shaped sectional and handed out bags to their owners. He stood up and took the cream-colored plastic bag Ramel held out for him.
“I don’t know how many times you’re going to keep saying this.”
“As many times as need be. I mean really, is uncle Ya good enough bruh?”
He pulled out the containers of food and thought about Ramel’s words for a few moments. He loved being uncle Ya, loved picking his niece Havea and nephew Rami up for their biweekly ice-cream and bowling night. He loved showing up to their school functions and trips to Disney and tagging along to kid movie premiers. He wouldn’t change anything about it.
“Look man, I know you love my kids. What’s not to love? I also know you want kids of your own. You can’t have that continuing on the way you are,” Ramel drilled home.
He knew it. Truthfully, he’d been mulling the pros and cons over for months. Ramel wasn’t the only one in his life badgering him like this. His mother, sisters, and brother were all on his case too. His mother liked to pile on the guilt asking him when she’d get a grandchild and when she’d get to see him walk down the aisle and made it no secret she was praying for it before she died. What the hell was he to say to that?
“Not everybody wanna be married Mel, you got half the squad on that ball and chain shit leave him alone,” Rashawn blurted out. The four of them laughed loudly. Normally they’d be keeping it down because of the kids but they were at a sleepover, so they were free to be as loud as they wanted.
“Man, shut up. He the last one. Your ass bout to be on that ball and chain shit too. One-week fool,” Ramel added.
“You don’t have to remind me. Torri has the house filled with everything wedding related. Man, this week needs to hurry up so we can get back to real life.”
He leaned back and focused on his food. He was the last one in the group still single. The last one of the four musketeers, the lone wolf. It didn’t bother him before; it was just the way it was. Now—he wouldn’t focus on it, not now.
They continued to watch the basketball game and talk like they always did when they got together. They’d been friends for a long time, and he valued their friendship and advice. He trusted them with everything and would always have their backs as he knew the same was true for them.
Rashawn desperately stayed away from all and any talk about his wedding to Torri. He acted like he’d been caroused into the wedding when everyone knew damn well he was stupid in love and cried through the proposal. Ramel assumed the role of loudmouth big brother pretending like he knew everything; it was a role he’d played for most of their friendship. Tyrell didn’t pretend to not be the hopelessly devoted husband he was to Dacia; he was the one who was always caught texting her and secretly face-timing her during guys night out. When they got together, a lot of fun and a lot of shit-talking always happened and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
By the time the game ended, the food finished, and Tamika came home it was close to two in the morning. Ramel wasted no time kicking everyone out when he saw how inebriated Tamika was.
“Y’all don’t have to go home, but you got to get the hell up outta here. My woman is drunk, we got no kids for the night, some freaky shit bout to go down!”
They all rolled their eyes and quickly began gathering their things.
“How freaky?” He looked back to see Tamika crook her pointer and wiggle it to Ramel who smiled but pushed her hand down trying to hide her finger. He knew they were into some freaky shit and he did not need the details or the visuals.
“Imma head out. I have an early day later anyway. Stay up man,” he said and went around the group giving each of them their handshake.
“Think about what I said burh. We here for you,” Ramel finished. He nodded and walked over to Tamika and gave her a kiss on the cheek before he walked out the door to his car in the rounded driveway.
The drive back to his house was a quick and quiet one. When he got home he showered and used the rest of his awake time to prep for the coming day. He knew it would be a long one.
-The Next Day-
Just as expected the day stretched on and on. He got maybe two hours of sleep before he was out of the house and on a set for a photoshoot. That shoot went on for eight hours, then he was off to a string of interviews then two meetings and yet another photoshoot.
It was now close to one in the morning and they were just getting their last shots. He was exhausted. he knew this came with the territory. If he wanted to act he had to be okay with photoshoots, interviews, paparazzi, and everything else that came with fame. Some days it was a tough pill to swallow and he wondered what it would have been to continue on in architecture, and others he took it in stride and piled more onto his plate. Today was a mix of both.
“All right Yahya, thank you that’s a wrap,” the photographer called out. He nodded and went around shaking hands with everyone who worked the shoot. A woman with dirty blond hair approached him with a wide smile.
“I am such a fan, Yahya. I loved you in Aquaman.” He graciously smiled and thanked her. She bit her bottom lip and gave him a look he knew wasn’t strictly friendly. “Can I have a picture?”
“Sure. No problem,” he cautiously responded as he stepped beside her and waited for her to angle her phone just right.
“Say Black Manta.” He smiled at her request and held up his peace fingers. Once the photo was taken she turned to him again and thanked him.
“Look, I know this is forward and normally I wouldn’t do this but it’s 2020, I’m gonna shoot my shot.” She held out a piece of paper to him and he could see a phone number scribbled across it.
“This is my number. No pressure to use it, just—if you want to use it, I’d answer, and we could hang out.”
She was attractive, he wasn’t going to deny that. Her skin reminded him of smooth chestnut. Coupled with the color of her hair she was a beautiful woman. He was just leery of her motives. Ninety percent of the women he’d met since his breakout roles all had ulterior motives. Most just wanted to be seen out with him so the rumor mill could start circulating and give them their fifteen minutes. He wasn’t with that. That was the one thing about his newfound fame. He never knew what anyone wanted from him anymore.
“Uh--.” He was speechless. He didn’t want to embarrass her by rejecting her, so he took the paper and nodded. “Thank—you.”
She smiled and again bite her bottom lip. “Okay, great. See you around.” She walked off leaving him to look down at the paper with her name and number. “Thalia-954-389-3048.” She’d dotted her I with a star. It bothered him and he didn’t know why. He stuffed the paper in his pocket resolved in his decision not to take it there. He didn’t have the time or energy to sift through the sea of clout chasers.
He quickly finished up, got his things and left. He’d missed his workout for the day and needed to get one in. every little bit helped especially with him trying to get into Matrix shape.
Luckily his trainer was up and was able to meet him at the gym to train. A few reps on the treadmill, another couple sets of weights, then some time on the bar and finally a brutal boxing session rounded out the hour and fifteen-minute rotation. By the end of it, he was dripping sweat and ready to just drop in bed which is just what he did.
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Just a buttload of questions
I was tagged by the lovely @jessiohhh. Thank you chickadee. Took me forever to finish, but I got there. :D
Apparently this is to help you get to know your tumblr peeps better.
Gonna put most of these under a cut to save y’alls dashes.
1. Do you prefer writing with a black pen or blue pen? I guess if I had to choose it would be black. I don’t know why. A good black ballpoint is a lovely thing to have.
2. Would you prefer to live in the country or city? Depends what stage of my life I am in. I want to retire to the country but otherwise wanna live in the city.
3. If you could learn a new skill what would it be? To sew and make clothes. Gosh how different my life (and my wardrobe) would be if I could fix clothes, alter clothes, MAKE clothes. I want this skill so much!
4. Do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? Don’t drink coffee. My tea has half a sugar. I worked my way all the way down from two sugars and I’m proud. :)
5. What was your favourite book as a child? My Dad used to read me Enid Blyton books when I was little. My favourite series was probably The Naughtiest Girl in the School series.
6. Do you prefer baths or showers? Definitely showers. I want to like baths, but whenever I take one I just feel sweaty and gross.
7. If you could be a mythical creature, which one would it be? A fairy. I’ve been obsessed with fairies since I was little.
8. Paper or electronic books? Probably electronic books. Easier to read and travel.
9. What is your favourite item of clothing? Gosh I don’t know. I literally sat here thinking about it for a couple of minutes and I can’t pick a favourite. I guess by default it falls to the item that I wear the MOST which would be my black combat boots. I wear them almost constantly.
10. Do you like your name or would you like to change it? Nah I tend to think Laura is a bit boring. I like my middle name Eileen though.
11. Who is a mentor to you? I’m kind of without one at the moment. Thats just the situation my current life is in right now.
12. Would you like to be famous and if so, what for? I would like to be “Author Famous”. Like have soooooo much money, and dedicated fans who like my work. But nobody recognises me in the street.
13. Are you a restless sleeper? Yes.
14. Do you consider yourself a romantic person? No, not in the conventional sense.
15. Which element best represents you? I wish I was earth but I would say probably water. Can be dangerous or calm. Flexible.
16. Who do you want to be closer to? Hmmm I feel bad that I’m not closer to my godson. But ya see, he’s an annoying lil shit. At least the stage he’s going through right now is really obnoxious. So spending time with him is just... not fun.
17. Do you miss someone at the moment? All my Canada friends.
18. Tell us about an early childhood memory. I’ve talked about early childhood memories on here a lot. I don’t want to repeat a story so lemme think a moment..... I remember being obsessed with pressing buttons when I was younger. I mean, most kids are. But you see my family lived on a dairy farm, and in the dairy where we milked the cows and stored the milk there was like... a WALL OF BUTTONS. And levers, and switches and other doo-dads. And like... I just wanted to press them all. But I wasn’t allowed. Obviously. Only at certain times during the day would my father call me over and lift me up so I could press one particular button. So yeah, I remember that. “Helping” my Dad in the dairy and being excited whenever I got to press the buttons. I never even got old enough to learn what the buttons did before we moved off our farm. :(
19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten? Hmmm, probably escargot. Snails. They were delicious.
20. What are you most thankful for? My newborn nephew.
21. Do you like spicy food? Yes. But spicy food does not like me.
22. Have you ever met someone famous? Yeah last year I was working on a feature film that had a Disney starlet working on it.
23. Do you keep a diary or journal? No way. Too hard. The only time I keep journals is for really important stuff that needs documentation. Like a medical journal when I’m sick. Or an anxiety journal when my GAD gets real bad.
24. Do you prefer to use a pen or a pencil? Pen I guess.
25. What is your star sign? Libra
26. Do you like your cereal soggy or crunchy? Bit of both. If you can get a mouthful with both then thats like... bliss.
27. What would you want your legacy to be? Do I need to want it to be anything? Cause I don’t. Like I don’t really care all that much. Maybe I will later in life.
28. Do you like reading, what was the last book you read? I dont think its accurate to say I like reading when I literally never do it anymore. Except for fanfic. I listen to audiobooks a bit. I just finished listening to The Stand by Stephen King.
29. How do you show someone you love them? Cuddles, I’m a cuddler.
30. Do you like ice in your drinks? Yes.
31. What are you afraid of? Wasted potential and never really getting where I want to get.
32. What is your favourite scent? That smell after a sun shower. Everything is wet and the sun is making it evaporate into the atmosphere. Love that smell.
33. Do you address older people by their name or surname? Not to be cheeky but like, context is a thing. Depends on the context.
34. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life? Not terribly different. I would still work. I guess I would travel a lot more. Since that is something that I would love to do but can’t because I don’t have the funds.
35. Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? Theyre both the same level of scary to me. Yes, I suffer from an irrational fear of pool sharks. So I guess I would go ocean because at least with the ocean you have the surf waves to make it fun.
36. What would you do if you found £50 on the ground? Look around to see if someone had dropped it, then if there was no one, pocket it.
37. Have you ever seen a shooting star? Yes. Last time I went camping there was a meteor shower. Wait, do they count as shooting stars? If not then no.
38. What is the one thing you would want to teach your children? Compassion.
39. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? I want to get a bunch of babies-breath flowers tattooed in the middle of my back. Its so specific because I plan my tattoos for a long time before I get them.
40. What can you hear now? The fish tank filter at my brothers house.
41. Where do you feel the safest? In my bedroom. In my bed. Laptop and phone and kitty nearby.
42. What is the one thing you want to overcome/conquer? My fear of relationships and emotional intimacy.
43. If you could travel back to any era, what would it be? I honestly don’t know. There are a lot of cool places (but like, usually only if youre in the upperclass). Ancient Greece maybe? Jane Austen era? Woodstock? I can’t decide.
44. What is your most used emoji? This lil dude. 🙃 I prefer it to the regular smiley face.
45. Describe yourself using one word. eclectic
46. What do you regret the most? Not having my mental health issues diagnosed at an earlier age.
47. Last movie you saw? In the cinemas? A Beautiful Day in the Neighbourhood back in January (actually got my wallet out and looked at my ticket stubs). Just in general - I watched The Florida Project last night with my bro.
48. Last tv show you watched? My Little Pony. Been watching episodes to help me fall asleep.
49. Invent a word and it’s meaning. Derp-a-derp. My bro and I have been saying that over the last few days when we can’t remember the word we are trying to say. Like “go get me the derp-a-derp” or “what was I saying about the derp-a-derp”. Its a good placeholder.
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Annnnnd imma taaaaaaag.... like I said, this is a long one so no pressure (it took me like a week to get through all the questions).... anyway I tag @hichie, @thepragmaticrebel, @heavensdick and @serendipitous-magic.
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Will the Bell Ring? Pt. 6
[Erik Killmonger x Black!OC]
Word Count: 6.7K
A/N: I am now inspired to write again because a tweet said that Disney+ had hella issues on the date it dropped and 10 million people still stuck around to watch it. I’m taking that same energy with me.
“Mara, I won’t ask you again.” Erik says sternly. Kimara looks around casually, glad that they are at least located in a public place...though he still doesn’t seem to care.
“MARA!” Erik barks.
“Don’t cause a scene! Damn, you have absolutely no common sense!” She hisses as an elderly white couple looks away and walks faster down the path. A breeze starts to pick up in the air, causing the treetops to dance in the distance.
“Really? All I got is common sense when I hear you tryna pull a fast one on me. And to bring someone I respect in on this, that’s fuckin low!”
Kimara adjusts her seating on the bench as the metal digs into you thigh meat. “Respect?? Oh please, you were just knocking him on some petty shit last week! And I didn’t mean to! Ok? I’m sorry!”
“For what? I need specifics, lay out the entire situation for all the other nosy white folks walkin round the park today. They wanna see someone act a fool, I’ll give it to them if you keep pussy footin around.” Erik leans back on the bench, spreading his chest wide with pride as he stares her down. She can’t stand him.
Kimara lets out a sigh, laying one hand on his inner thigh for extra focus. “I am sorry...for putting you through so much pain and agony. I know how much the relationship means to and I shouldn’t have put it in danger by getting myself involved without talking to you first. And even then, I should’ve known better. I couldn’t even enjoy it without thinking about you and what you would think. So...never again. I promise.”
Erik scratches his chin, bouncing his leg before dipping his head down to look at Kimara over his fake gold rimmed eyeglasses with matronly contempt. “Long as you learnt never to watch Euphoria without me, we good.”
Kimara squeezes his leg, letting out a huge sigh of relief. “Thank God. You really bout to cut me over Fez and Rue huh?”
Erik sits up, clapping his hands together. “They are the true OTP if I ever seen one. They ain’t even gotta be intimate or whatever, just the fact that someone been through her journey and is now doing everything to help clean her up while the forces of small white town bullshit enable her is...poetry dawg.” Erik leans back shaking his head in awe.
“Babe, you are sappier than a maple tree in the summertime.” Kimara shakes her head, the loveliness of their conversation filling her head like a delicious fog she didn’t want to ever see the end of, but Erik’s lunch break was almost up.
Erik kisses her softly, making Kimara wipe the transfer of her gloss off his lips.
“Uh uh! Don’t worry bout all that baby. If that shit makes your lips as good as I like, I could use some too.”
“You so stupid!” Kimara cackles as they both get off their bench and walk side by side: his hand on her hip, her arms locked around his waist with one ear to his chest.
“This was nice.” Erik says distantly, more to himself than to her.
Kimara cranes her face toward his. “Yeah?”
He nods. “Yeah, just to not think about any of the bullshit we’ve had to deal with, enjoy God’s creations out here in the gentrified park. I feel like a damn retiree with stock and bonds and 401K real fat.”
Kimara settles in step with him again. “But you have all those things…”
“But I ain’t retired! White America don’t want a nigga to retire. Swear everything would go belly up if Black folks could live off of the fruits meant for them. They’d burn the whole damn thing down before that would happen.”
Kimara rubs his back to settle him. “Peaceful thoughts, remember?”
Erik’s chest expands and caves. “Aight. But real life is literally around the corner, so as much as I would like to have you in my office, I got shit to take care of.” Erik takes her chin and lifts her face up to his. “My Mara, My Mara…”
“...I’ll never be farther.” Kimara says with only slight embarrassment beause their little saying is so damn cute. Erik used to do cute rhymes with her name around the quad whenever she got down on herself or he thought he had her on the ropes to giving in to him. Rarely worked, but constantly appreciated.
“I gotta go get some extra stuff for our dinner party later this week, so hopefully I won’t be too long at the studio. We got a new artist laying down a demo that should be pretty fire.”
Erik puts a fist to his mouth excitedly. “Oh worm? Finally my lady finna be the new M-M-M-Maybach Music!”
Kimara rolls her eyes. “I’ll be more than that! I got about two songs on there I’m getting writing credit for. I may wind up on the radio and you don’t even know it. But you’ll know them checks!”
Erik couldn’t smile harder if he had hooks in his mouth. “Your passion got you going off! Nothing wrong with it either, you deserve it. It’s been a long time coming.”
“It has. So, go on so I can make this deal happen.”
They locked fingers until distance forced them to break their grip. Erik waves off Kimara as she saunters up the path to the main road. His chest swelled with pride over his lady, she’s always been one of a kind. Her happiness is his happiness, without question. As he walked away, across the exquisitely decorated post modern/art deco lobby, to the elevator to the 33rd floor to his office, a cloud of dread weighed back on him that only got better with the help of Alaina. If she wasn’t his partner on this revamp project with Boeing, he’d be shitting himself on a regular.
Erik walks by a conference room, stopping short of turning the corner of the glass walls. He opens the door and peeks inside to see his friend hunched over a laptop, jumping slightly in her seat as he came across the room towards her.
“Damn, Erik! Why do your big ass feet step so lightly? Almost gave me a heart attack!” She breathed out a ragged sigh of relief.
Erik pulls out a chair to sit down, chuckling at her expense. “My bad, I just had to come in when I seen you slaving away in here. Figured you could use a distraction.”
Alaina smooths her hair back in her bun, her nude colored mouth in a tight, closed smile.
“I WISH you were a distraction for me, but unfortunately this involves the both of us. While you were on break, Asshole and Son recommend we draft a final proposal for the FAA to approve.”
Erik sat shocked. “What? Fuck, I mean that’s fucking crazy but kind of exciting too, right?”
She wags her finger. “Don’t forget we are only the field niggas round here. It sounds like an honor but in the end I am sure little Leave it to Beaver will be taking all the credit his daddy can send his way in order to keep the big wigs in good graces within the family.”
Erik taps his fingers on the deep wooden table, thinking. Would they really double cross him that far? Bringing him in on a project to mentor the bosses son only to pull the rug up under him and make him look like player two?
“That’s so damn white, sounds right.” Erik sighs in somewhat disbelief.
Alaina shrugs. “Told you. And until I hear it from him otherwise, that’s what I’m going to assume.” Alaina sighs and stretches her shoulders before going back in on the keyboard.
Erik furrows his brow. “If that’s it, then why are you still working on it? Don’t you wanna pack up and move on? You were brought here special for this, your time is wasted the most.”
Alaina’s eyes cast a ‘nigga please’ gaze on Erik. “Mr. Future Baby Fava, I think our time has been equally wasted. But guess what isn’t cut for my time here? My pay: which is double what I make at my primary while I’m here so…” She slowly leans over to grab Erik’s wrist. “...until I hear the fat white man sing, we’re gonna work on this project for as long as we can to milk that cow til it lays a golden goose egg and rolls the tortoise to the finish line!”
Erik scoffs. Alaina’s antics are half the reason Erik can’t quite distance himself from her. She has a liveliness that he’s kind of missed lately. “Man, you a trip and a fifth. But I like your style. Might as well get it done then.”
“Oh fuck that, I’m done for the day.” Alaina crisply closes her laptop, packin it under her arm and grabbing her case with the other.
“Whatchu mean? I thought you said-”
“I worked through my lunch, like a boss ass bitch does. You gotta work yours off, so Imma leave you to it. Call me if you bleeding out your ears from stress: no less than that.”
Erik rolls his eyes as he gets up and watches her walk away. The woman is working his last good nerve on purpose, but he likes it. The job isn’t as boring or predictable with her around. Now he just has to show her who the superstar has been all this time. If he works hard at this, it won’t be for these fat cats, it’s gonna be a bonafide competition and he ain’t scared to fight a girl.
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At the studio, Kimara finishes up a session with a local up and coming artist named Delilah. Sweet girl, comes across very introverted until a mic is in front of her. Kimara appreciated her vibes and talent, baby girl is on trend so long as she stays cute she is bound to be noticed. Kimara ends their session a little early, wishing her well when it was time to wrap.
Kimara felt like the studio was her second home most of the time but today she had to get to her real home REAL quick to get dinner prepared. Tonight is the double dinner date with T’Challa and his boo of the moment. She kept trying to get ahold of Erik for help with ingredients but he kept leaving her on read.
Rick, the studio owner caught Kimara before she was able to get out the door.
“Hey Rick I know I cut things early, but I don’t have a lot of time unfortunately. I have dinner to take care of tonight with some friends that is so damn important, you wouldn’t believe.”
Rick smiles a large proud papa smile. “Oh I won’t keep you, but this news might. Remember Peter Gafflin? Legendary alternative rock/country artist extraordinaire who really love you last time y’all were in the booth together.”
Kimara couldn’t forget that man from their last session. She hadn’t been exalted for her talent that highly since Petey Pablo came in that one time and promised her name would be on a Freek A Leek remix.
“Yeah, what about him?” She asks.
Rick could not help his smile to save his life. “He called me up earlier today, saying he is planning to go on the road soon.”
“Yeah, yeah. That happens often when you drop a new album.” Kimara says impatiently.
“Right. So he was thinking that you would hopefully be available to join him for some shows on his North American leg of the tour.”
Kimara stood there like the Men In Black just wiped her memory. “Are-are you serious? When? How? What would I do??”
“He wants you to SING for him like you did that day, background vocals and he thought a duet portion would be nice too. You know the song ‘Boys Aren’t Born on Tuesdays?’”
Kimara clutches her chest. “Oh my God, that song is so rich. And he wants ME to sing it with him?”
“Uh huh!’ Rick slaps her arm in congratulations, but Kimara could barely feel anymore.
“In front of thousands. Across America...oh my God!”
Rick and Kimara hug excitedly, so much so that Rick has to wipe his eyes a little. “So is that a yes?”
Kimara stopped cheering to finally think a little. “I mean, I don’t know. If this was any other time I would say yes, but...I have some obligation here. I’m deep into trying to start a family and settle a little.”
Rick makes a face of pity. “I understand, I know. And I hope you do get that. Just…”
“Just…” Kimara parrots.
“...it’s Peter Gafflin.”
“It is Peter Gafflin.” Kimara says disheartened. She had been waiting for years to get something off the ground with a top tier artist, but the universe had a funny way of timing.
“Did I mention how much pay is?” Rick muses.
--
Kimara fans herself with a newspaper as she watches the rolls baking in the oven. She is so thankful to have gotten dessert from the bakery, because she was over it with cooking. She checks her phone for the time: ten minutes til 7. Her notifications show nothing from Erik yet, though she texted him twice today reminding his to not forget them hosting T’Challa and his girl. Twice, Erik texted that he’s got her, but that was five hours ago, now who knows what the hell he is up to. It would be perfect to bring up her good news with him in front of T’Challa and his date, while he smiles up at her with a hand inconspicuous and possessively on her behind...
But the light and fluffy feelings for the evening were quickly dwindling. Before she could send a last threatening text to convince him to bring his ass, the doorbell sounds at the last sentence. Kimara curses out loud, grabbing her oven mitt to take out the rolls that are a perfect golden brown. She dabs her brow with a spare dinner napkin before clopping her way to the door.
Opening it with a flourish, Kimara opens her arms in excitement.
“You made it!” She says with a cheery song.
T’Challa looks at her fondly, his mouth slowly curling into a smile. Kimara warms up to seeing her friend at her doorway.
“I was going to say it has been too long, but time moves backward for you. You look beautiful.”
Kimara places a hand on her hip for emphasis, trying to withhold her joy in his compliment in the worst way. “Oh please, it hasn’t been that long. You cleaned up good too.”
Kimara always enjoyed the way T’Challa dresses like royalty without even meaning too, choosing pieces that elongate his lean body, squaring his wide shoulders to create a proud presence.
T’Challa places a hand to his date’s lower back. “Iman has been looking forward to this night all week.”
A smiling Iman holds out a bottle of Proseco. “T has told me so much about you and your husband. You all seem to be a pretty tight family.”
Kimara takes the chilled bottle and leads them inside. “Oh yes. We have all known each other for so long, I can’t imagine not having known them.”
Placing the bottle on the table, Kimara claps her hands anxiously. “So I have prepared us a nice little salad and a pork...uh...pasta ” Kimara’s mind goes blank trying to remember what it’s called, she had only Googled the recipe that day. Tapping her foot, fidgeting, Kimara gives up. “Hell, some type of pork and spaghetti with peppers and shit. It’s got cheese too, it’s good. LEGGO!”
T’Challa and Iman chuckle as they head to the dining room. “Well whatever it is it smells great! I know your man must be fat and happy living with you.” Iman gushes, pulling out her chair to sit at the table.
Kimara shakes her head humbly as the unwraps the foil on the proseco. “Lucky for me, he is pretty active at the same time so it sticks in the right places. If only he could actually BE in the right places when we schedule things that way. Oh shit, lemme find a cork opener.”
Kimara rushes into the kitchen slamming drawer after drawer looking for the elusive corkscrew. She slams the bottle down a little too hard in frustration and hears the vibration of her phone on the counter next to her.
“Do you need assistance, Kimara?” T’Challa’s steady, gentle voice says behind her. She turns to see his concerned face looking down at her, hands firmly planted behind him respectfully.
Kimara waves her hand in frustration. “Aht aht! It’s fine, don’t leave Iman alone in there!”
“She is fine. Are you?” He asks quietly while opening a cabinet above the sink.
Kimara opens her phone to look at her notification. “Been better. Rather not talk while I’m supposed to be entertaining you guys.”
“But-”
Kimara puts her phone down hard. “RAGU! It was a pork ragu! With basil fettuccine, ugh! DUH!” Kimara turns to see T’Challa holding the corkscrew in his hand.
T’Challa continues, ignoring her topic change. “You should let me know if he isn’t being good to you.”
Kimara takes the corkscrew in one hand, bottle in the other trying to maintain her blood from boiling. “No I don’t. I would discuss that with my husband.”
“And he is where?” T’Challa asks calmly as Kimara walks past him and back to the table.
“God, what a help your beau is, we can finally have a much needed sip sip, eh?” Kimara exclaims a little too happily, sitting at the table as she drills the corkscrew in.
T’Challa opens the glass serving dish to examine dinner. “This smells very good, I will fix a plate for you, Iman.”
“No! I should serve you, Mr. King! Move your hand from that spoon.” Iman gets up, swinging her hips happily from side to side, digging the serving spoon into the delicious mix of sauce, noodles, and meat.
T’Challa gives a shy smile. “I appreciate it greatly, thank you.”
Kimara jerks the corkscrew out of the bottle too hard, knocking the handle against the table, causing T’Challa and Iman to look at her with shock.
“Pop goes the weasel, right?” Kimara giggles as she pours a third of the bottle into her glass, half an inch from the brim. She takes ahold of her glass, taking a few hearty gulps.
“So! Tell me how are things with you all, still in the honeymoon phase?”
Iman finishes off her plate, settling in to eat. “Well, I wouldn’t say that. Me and T are still kinda getting to know each other still, so I think honeymoon phase is a little too soon to call,” she says as she nervously scratches the back of her head as T’Challa just keeps on eating.
Kimara starts to feel warm, keeping mental note that the fucking must’ve halted between them. “Well there’s no need to rush at all. Relationships are so much damn work, it must be nice to cuddle up to a stranger every so often.”
Iman offers some wine to T’Challa who declines. “Have things been going well at the studio? Recording?”
“Oh yeah, more than recording actually. Sure, I just wish that I had the gumption to pull the trigger on doing some of my own shit. I got a lot of praise from artist and even the owner of the studio; I’ve known him a long time. But when it all comes down to it I just wonder what’s the point. That’s all gonna change soon though, no worries about me!”
Iman pouts with sympathy. “What do you mean?! You are a damn good looking lady and to have talent enough that people brag about, you gotta do something with it while you’re young and able!”
“I know I’m young and able. Well, I’m trying to start a family while I’m still young and able too.” Kimara mumbles, slumping in her chair.
“Oh! You are? Congratulations! From what little I remember from the night I met T, he seemed like a handsome guy with a good head on him. If he hadn’t brought us home, we may not be seeing each other now.” Iman’s hand disappear under the table to presumably T’Challa’s thigh, who looks over at her with kind eyes. “And that reminds me of your story. So T here got you and your husband together. What are the details on that?”
Kimara is two sips from the bottom of her glass. “Ohhh, that’s not dinner conversation unfortunately.”
Iman makes eyes at her. “Oooh, that scandalous huh? We all adults here, but I understand. Me and T weren’t very biblical our first night meeting so, hey.”
T’Challa wags a finger. “It’s not that, don’t be crass.”
Iman tuts at him. “I’m just being friendly, what’s the issue.”
“It’s a personal story. It should wait until Erik is here at least.” T’Challa offers.
Kimara puts her glass down, plate still empty or any dinner. “I don’t wanna bring that nigga up here anymore tonight, aight?”
Iman freezes mid bite as T’Challa sits up in his chair. “Kimara, please-”
“Uh uh! I’m in my house, I say what I want, I won’t be talked down to. Iman?”
Iman is still frozen.
T’Challa speaks up. “I’m just saying-”
“I’m talking! Iman? My husband and I have been trying to have a baby for months now, fucking like rabbits and I have yet to get pregnant. It’s gotten so I think he;s getting tired of fucking with me and now he is out ‘working late’. Now, he loves me because we have been through a lot to get to the point of being a married couple and he has had to prove himself loyal to me after...a lot of bullshit. But I ain’t got it in me to discuss play the Newlywed Game with you cuz hell if I know what my husband is up to anymore.”
T’Challa gets up from his chair abruptly, scraping the chair across the floor, stomping towards the kitchen.
Kimara starts to laugh out loud. “Oh shit, I think he’s pissed! Ohh, let me see what this is about…”
Iman sits up anxiously. “Do you need help?”
“No, no! I got him, he’s very reserved with his frustrations, so I can deal.” Kimara stomps into the kitchen. “Now what is up with you??”
T’Challa takes a towel off of a rack, folding it twice. “Did you need to unload on her like that?”
Kimara leans on the counter. “Sure, woman to woman. She seems to appreciate it.”
T’Challa opens the oven door, a plume of smoke billows out.
“Fuck! Oh noooo, my rolls!” Kimara exclaims, running to a window to open and fan out the smoke.
T’Challa puts the baking sheet to the sink. “I was trying to tell you I smell smoke.” He tossed the towel down making the sheet clang.
Kimara fans her face, coughing. “Oh, shit. I just forgot.”
“Mhm. You forgot your head this evening that’s certain.”
“What do you mean by that, T??” Kimara asks mockingly.
T’Challa glares at her. “If things weren’t going good, we could’ve rescheduled.”
“It’s funny you think I plan for my life to fall apart, cuz that is how it works right?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“No, no one means to hurt my feelings or make me feel like shit until it happens. You want me to be the perfect host. Erik wants me to be a good wife and mother when I can’t even get a bun in the ov-” Kimara stops short of the sentence. T’Challa hangs onto silence waiting for her to finish.
“T’Challa, what if this is all a sign? I burnt the rolls in the oven...because I can’t keep a bun in the oven? Like pregnancy? I can’t bake anything!!” Kimara wails as she covers her mouth crying. T’Challa goes over to her but stops short as Iman enters the kitchen.
“Hey, if everything is under control, I might head out.”
T’Challa looks back at Kimara then Iman. “Well, let me call you a ride.”
“Already did. Kimara, dinner really was good, I’m sorry to leave so soon.”
Kimara has her back turned, wiping her face before facing her. “Thank you for coming. You’re as nice as I heard.”
“I will walk you out then.” T’Challa offers as they leave Kimara in the kitchen. Her phone begins to ring, as she picks it up to find Erik’s name glowing on the screen. All she can do is silence it, she was in no mood to talk, otherwise she might have to make a Lemonade album about it.
Kimara goes back to her dining room table, sitting down to the bottle of wine. T’Challa comes back in, closing the front door behind him.
“Eh, eh. Put that down. Eat something instead.”
Kimara groans as she swallows one more gulp from the bottle before getting it snatched from her hand.
“I’m not feeling your vibes T’Challa, honest.”
“Vibes? Do you hear yourself talking?”
“Yeah I do. That’s all I ever hear is my damn self.”
“You are not supposed to be drinking while planning a family, aren’t you?” T’Challa asks softly, sitting next to her.
Kimara sighs deeply. “I’ve done everything right. All I’m supposed to do is carry, I can’t even get there. God, I would kill for even a miscarriage, just to know that I didn’t completely fuck up my reproductive system!”
“STOP IT!” T’Challa’s voice booms between them, reverberating off the walls. Kimara sits upright, looking away from T’Challa’s face. His energy calms as he leans a little further towards her.
“You do not deserve to beat yourself up like this. Do you realize how far you’ve come in life from when I first met you to now? There is no one as smart or witty or brilliant as you that I can also put faith in as a friend.”
Kimara fidgets with her fingers. “Good thing Iman isn’t here to hear that.”
T’Challa sits back, taking a swallow of wine from the bottle himself. “I won’t edit my statement, but she is a nice girl.”
“I still like Nakia better.” Kimara says matter of factly.
T’Challa bristles at the name, looking into the distance. “Yes, I guess she is my kryptonite, however too flighty.”
They sit in silence for a beat.
“What about that night? What did it mean?” Kimara asks.
T’Challa’s brow furrows. “Which do you…”
“A few weeks ago? My car?” Kimara rubs her face roughly. “Ughh, I hope it’s not the wine talking but I swear there was a moment that felt like...a thing. Am I wrong?”
T’Challa does something he does not always do: he begins to stutter. It’s slow, without the skip, but a stutter nonetheless.
“I...Well...hmm,” He says before his mouth motions wordlessly.
“...T?” Kimara asks teasingly. “It’s ok!”
He looks her in her eyes intensely, like she just cursed him out. “Huh?”
Kimara shrugs. “We didn’t do anything so it’s ok. Don’t sweat. That’s why I’m glad we are friends cuz I know nothing bad happens when you’re around. No craziness, drama, you just bring me back down to earth with a good talk. It was just a moment. Gotta remember that.” Kimara pats his knee and gets up.
“Wait, so were you thinking of me in a way that night?”
Kimara sees a light flash across the curtains of her window. “Well, look at this. Daddy’s home.” Kimara comes back to the table to pick up plates. “T’Challa go ahead and have a good night. You don’t wanna be here when I’m throwing dishes into the sink until Erik comes in and has the nerve to ask what the fuck is wrong with me. When the whole nigga nerve of it all is that he would have the gall to think I’m wrong to begin with!”
T’Challa waves his hands heading for the door. “I am already gone.”
--
The early morning sun is extra bright as erik drives himself and Kimara to see their regular fertility specialist Dr. Tracy.
“I’m glad she was able to see us today.” Erik says.
“Are you?” Kimara asks while scrolling through her phone.
Erik scratches himself. “Ion know, I just…”
“What?”
“I mean...if we do this it’s like cool, we finna get a baby off top-”
Kimara tuts at him. “No! She said that it still isn’t guaranteed. We are good candidates but not to expect success right away.”
Erik lets out a groan. “Right, right. Can’t no shit come easy for me.”
Kimara looks at his profile as he drives, catching Erik looking out the corner of his eye. “What you lookin at me like that for?”
Kimara crosses her arms. “I’m just trying to figure out what to title your sob story in all of this. ‘I do what I want and when it don’t go like I plan I pout?’ Or ‘Fuck everything and everyone, I’m going through it but don’t ask me what’s wrong?’”
“Damn Mara! The fuck you gotta go there for? The minute I try and share something with you, you bite my fucking head off!”
“Watch yourself cursing at me! I ain’t in the mood for it, and I ain’t letting it fly like that today, ok? I don’t need this much excitement before an appointment.”
“Then don’t go nuts on me like you some damn comedian, roasting my ass. I’m here ain’t I?”
“Do you not wanna be?!” Kimara shrieks.
Erik goes silent, turning on the click of his turn signal. The tension in the car is sky high and although Erik doesn’t mind a fight, he knew not to act a fool in front of these doctors in this side of town.
Kimara leads inside to check in with the receptionist. As they sit in the lobby, Erik is glued to his phone the entire waiting period, fingers texting furiously.
“Why ain’t you holding my hand?” Kimara asks. “You always hold it while we wait.”
Erik looks over quickly and leans back offering out his hand. “My bad.” While the other continues to work double time on his screen.
“Who is...Alan?”
Erik jerks his phone back. “It’s not Alan.”
Kimara drops his hand. “Than who is it?”
“Work.” He says curtly, flipping to his Instagram instead.
“Is something wrong with the project you’re working on? Is Alan the one helping you?”
“Yes and no.” Erik says.
“Wait. It is wrong and Alan isn’t helping?”
“It’s not Alan!” Erik bellows before coughing to cover his outburst.
“Kimara?” Dr. Tracy says brightly with a smile, waving them back. Kimara smiles tightly back.
In her office, Dr. Tracy goes over the procedures and preparations for IVF, with all of the medical jargon, followed by some generous simplified explanation. It all sounded complicated and expensive but Kimara was grateful to hear about everything that could make her miracle possible.
“And Erik, you can be an awesome support by making sure to watch your alcohol intake, exercise, eat healthy, and avoid any environmental pollutants.”
“I was bout to watch that Chernobyl show; is that off the table now?” Erik asks.
“Erik, you ain’t got time for shit else, quit playing.” Kimara says with a little bark in her voice.
Erik laughs in a menacing tone. “Ok.”
Dr. Tracy looks between them nervously. “...we also provide counseling to couples during the process, as it can be difficult.”
“I wouldn’t mind it, but he wouldn’t be able to make it.” Kimara says.
“Oh you speak for me now?”
Kimara shrugs. “If you ain’t there, how else can things go forward?”
Erik sputters in disbelief. “I won’t be getting like this in front of the damn doctor. Thanks, doc. I got the prescription and shit, let’s go.” Erik keeps talking under his breath as he leaves the office. Kimara gets up to leave
“Is everything ok between you two?” Dr. Tracy asks.
Kimara hesitates before saying it’s fine, nothing more than a couples spat. Erik may have been right about needing to change doctors. At least a new one wouldn’t know when things were wrong. This would just look like a normal interaction to fresh eyes.
Back at their house, Erik is reading the instructions for her shots.
“Says this supposed to help in producing eggs for you. Still gonna take a while though.”
Kimara sits silent watching her shows.
“Remember to mark down when you got your period last. Supposed to start doing these on your next cycle.”
Silence.
Erik folds the instructions up, standing from the dining room table. He comes up behind the couch, leaning next to Kimara’s ear.
“Nassau is this weekend, you know?” SIlence. “You picked us a real good spot to make our own magic down there. I think we need it.”
“WE need a lot more than a trip to an island. Erik, you still ain’t said sorry for a damn thing you said to me today.”
Erik scooches to one side of Kimara to face her. “What should I apologize for?”
“Embarrassing me? Not telling me about what’s going on with you and also not asking how things are with me? Being secretive and mean to me?” Kimara’s eyes begin to well up. “You ain’t talked to me without walking off mad in so long, I don’t wanna get used to it Erik! You didn’t used to do that!” Erik hooks one leg followed by the other over the back of the couch to sit next to Kimara, holding her hands tight.
“It makes me think about before you left for that damn military out the blue. You snapped on me back then too. You tryna go somewhere else again?”
“Hell no! That life is behind me, I got nothing but you and work to get through now.”
“So I’m a damn task?” Kimara mopes.
“No! Look: I don’t mean to say anything to make you think you boring because you’re not. You’re the most exciting thing in my life, and I love having you with me. Every time I’m reminded you’re my wife, I’m thinking how we should be on our damn tenth wedding anniversary instead of third. But I’m done and thankfully you’re not.”
“Then why are you doing me like this?”
“I-I don’t wanna force shit on you more than you can handle. I got things happening at my job right now that could make you think the worst, but I promise it’s not. And you don’t need that pressure right now.”
“Neither do you!”
“I can handle it. You focus on your dreams at the studio, and getting ready to host the biggest headed baby your womb will ever know.”
Kimara snorts thinking about this, looking down instinctively. Erik takes one side of her face in his hand.
“I wanna be more open but I don’t wanna cost you anything too. So until shit blows over, just know I got this. Be patient with me, and I promise to be more patient too.”
Kimara pulls Erik to her for a longing kiss, rubbing his face for comfort. She could feel he cares, but there was still so much gnawing in her mind, she just wasn’t ready to discuss. But there was one thing.
“One more thing though, before I call it forgiven and get to packing for the trip.”
“You still ain’t packed?”
“I’m asking the questions! Who is Alan?”
Erk sighs, dipping his head down before looking her in the face to answer. “Alaina.
“He’s a what?”
“Huh? No, Alaina. The name was Alaina not Alan.”
Kimara’s face draws up inquisitively. “And...she is?”
“My partner for the project I’m working on. They recruited her from another region and-”
“That’s who you spent the night with instead of dinner with T’Challa and me and his girl?” Kimara asks.
“I came home! Don’t make it sound like that, it was a late night. Ole dude I work for keeps piling shit on me and deadlines-”
Kimara waves her hands in front of him. “It’s fine.”
“Huh?”
“It’s ok!” Kimara smiles. “Seriously, I trust you. You said works been beating your ass, and I know you wouldn’t be looking all sour if you were getting some ass on the side, so I think I can trust you aren’t cheating.”
Erik stared at her speechless before nodding and agreeing.
“Plus, we tryna have a baby and I know you wouldn’t mix shit up with her when all that seed is mine, like that would be wasteful.”
Erik growls in his chest, leaning over her, nose to nose. “Say that again.”
Kimara holds back her smile, rubbing his chest. “Your seeeed is miiiine. Don’t waste it.” Kimara bites his lip at the end of ‘it’, catching him of guard, but not enough to lay her out legs spread quicker than she could blink.
“Wait wait, Erik. I can’t!” Kimara says, half giggling.
“Whatchu mean?? You playing with a dog and get afraid when you get the bark? Quit playing and get them draws off.” Erik pulls at her bottoms.
“No! Wait! I mean it, I’m cramping and shit. I don’t want nothing near my pussy right now.”
Erik moans out loud in frustration, plopping backwards on the couch, erection pushing at his sweatpants.
Kimara lowkey loved making him wait, period or not. It’s nice to see he still wants her, and no one else has his attention to fix his rather big problem throbbing in his pants.
“Erik? You never told me what you think about the tour.”
Erik exhales loudly. “Good idea, that’s finna kill my hard on real quick.”
“Erik!”
He sits up, pushing down on himself. “Mara, I want you to get your hustle goin, I know you been singin since way way way back.”
“Hold up, it ain’t been that long, makin me feel old.”
Erik bops her with his shoulder. “You know you been my Suga Mama.”
“Two months older Erik. Dassit!”
Erik looks at the floor, rubbing her knee. “I just don’t understand why you think it’s best to leave now. What Imma do without you for two months?”
“Whatever you been doin get home late at night.” Kimara says flatly.
“The project is almost finished, do I don’t know where that attitude came from.”
Kimara sits silent, not up for a fight, especially in her hormonal state.
Erik stares at her, testing her. He knows she wants to say more, she always does. “I got two more weeks on this, and it’s done. My workload is gonna be lighter, more boring, and I promise my time will be yours, but now you wanna leave, so.”
“But you understand why right? It doesn’t sound like you do. I don’t wanna leave you alone or stop trying, but...this is my dream!”
“Having a family is too right? That’s why all our time and money been revolving around everything related to that for almost a whole damn year. It’s fucking flaky.” Erik shoots back.
“Erik, you got to do what you wanted, right? This ain’t new with you! When you want something, you go for it, fuck anybody that gives a shit, it’s yours. I’m tired of being in the shadow of your shit, cleaning things up so you can have your peace. This is mine.”
“The fuck is you talkin about?? Is your PMS going retrograde or some shit?” Erik speaks over her in an agitated tone. Nothing Kimara said made sense anymore to him.
Kimara gets up, waving him off. “Eat my ass Erik, I said what I fucking had to say and I mean that shit.”
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Dog Days: Prologue
A/N: What’s up y’all! So today I give you the beginning, or third part, of the series Dog Days. Hitting y’all 2 times with the feels in one day, with this and chapter 7 of Work Out. If you want to be included let me know, I’ll make a permanent tag soon.
Warnings: slight angst from a past thought
Word Count: 1,629😁
Tag Squad: @sunlightandkisses • @honeychicana • @crushed-pink-petals • @themyscxiras • @dc41896 • @maddiestundentwritergaines • @champagnesugamama • @sdcyumyum • @badassbaker • @titty-teetee • @fumbling-fanfics
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“Damnit. The traffic in an airport in Atlanta, is worse than LA traffic. Move people, come on!”
“Mom. It’ll be ok? Don’t worry.” My 10 year old son, Javier, didn’t even look up from his Nintendo Switch, as we moved on the conveyor belt. We maneuvered through the crowds quickly, and precisely, but folks like to be slow.
“Javier, my sweet, sweet boy. Your mama needs to sleep. This plane ride will help me out greatly.”
Traveling from state to state, to make sure my magazine thrived for location shoots, you’d think I’d be used to this by now. Not at this hour however, still not a morning person even though I’m fully awake.
“How did the interview go with Normani? She’s really pretty.” The way his eyes lit up when I mentioned I had an interview with an up and coming singer, was like a kid going to Disney World.all wide eyed and bushy tailed.
“It went great. She has new music coming out soon and I love her drive; her commitment and style. It was fun. Does my little man have a crush? Ooh Javier imma tell my mama.” I enjoyed teasing him every now and then.
“Mom! Come on.” The cheesy grin on his face was so precious. He tried to hide behind his knees in his seat, as we waited for our group number to be called. We were a few hours early anyway.
I bet you're wondering when did I have time to have a kid? I started to remember how I got my little angel.
Almost 14 years ago, I had Javier with my late fiancé Vincenzo Giovani. He was the love of my life when we first met and I thought we’d last. I was wrong, way wrong. He was in an intense line of work and I didn’t like any of it. By the time I had Javier, Vinny was in too deep with the Italian mafia. Under his father's ruling, and apparently my father’s jurisdiction, it was meant to be.
It was more of a business move for him, and I didn’t want to be in any part of it. I was still in my 20’s, very young and in college for my second degree: I was so emotional by the end of it all and it had gotten worse after I had Javier. The further into our relationship, the sweet nature I thought Vinny had was just a facade. The fights got worse: the emotional abuse was horrific and my physical being proved that I was a victim. I hated that my son grew up around that environment, seeing his mother be hurt like that.
So I decided to have Javier go live with my mother, for the time being, till I got matters sorted out. It was late one night, on a Wednesday and raining, I got into a fight with Vinny. It was a great deal of arguing; items being thrown and broken, and one moment that pushed us both over the edge.
I had mentioned how he was a bad father, and a horrible baby daddy on top of it all. He pushed me against the wall and got in my face. Telling me over and over how I wasn’t anything to him: I was a waste of space, just one of his many baby mamas he has laying around. I wasn’t anything to him, I felt enraged all over again.
Before he could hit me again, like he’d used to do countless times, he choked me. I clawed at his arm as much as I could, gasping for air. My vision treading to go black, until I grabbed his gun. He barely let me go and I shoved it against his torso. He looked me dead in my eyes and said ‘you wouldn’t dare. You don’t have the guts to shoot me.’ I thought over all the times I’ve been hurt; the nights I cried and felt alone. He squeezed my throat harder and then a bang rang through the house.
I shot him in cold blood, about 4 times. All those years of feeling inadequate I finally felt at peace. Crying in being released from my physical prison. I was thankful that my son wasn’t there during all of that. I still carry that burden till this day. Wishing I had raised Javier in a better environment.
The nightmares of him trying to kill me, kept coming back every now and then. A year later, the day I met Henry through Roxie changed all of that. He made the nightmares vanish, with his caring love and good nature. He even taught me self defense and he restored my faith in falling in love.
Javier was young, but knew of Henry growing up. The only father figure he’s ever known over the course of five and a half years that we dated. It hurt him for us to break up, it hurt him tremendously. The reason we broke up, was because of my father Julian. He was going to blackmail me, for killing Vinny, if I didn’t break up with Henry.
He would say that I wasn’t good for Henry’s image, and I didn’t need to be in his spotlight. I didn’t want to break up with him, he was my light, and it hurt us both. My father, who I don’t even claim as my dad anymore, is a bitter old man who doesn’t want anyone else to be happy but him. No wonder my mother divorced him because he ain’t shit. He cheated on a good woman, who birthed all four of his kids, with a woman who was like family, and had the audacity to get mad when my mom gave him divorce papers.
Someday I was hoping, Henry and I would get back together, and it looks like we just might. I took the initiative to talk to him at the beginning of 2018, and it was the best decision I’ve ever made.
“Mom, it’s our turn to board. Warm cookies here I come!” The tug on my arm from my active little boy, took me out of my trance, focusing back on the task at hand of getting back home.
Wiping away my tears, I caught up with him. “I’m coming Jay, wait for me please.”
“Sorry. I just want the window seat this time around, you know? Slightly more leg room and- dad?” Javier stopped in front of me, causing a slight jam, luckily no one was hurt.
He hasn’t said that phrase in god knows how long. Why would he be saying that though? I glanced up to see what all the commotion was and froze. He did mention he had business in Atlanta, but didn’t say what time he’d be going back to California.
“Javier? Oh my god look at you, you’ve gotten so big.” The way he hugged him, was like a reunion you’d see in those Lifetime movies. Just full of love and a few happy tears were shared.
“Your mom didn’t tell me you’d be going to Atlanta with her.”
“She also didn’t say she talks to you too. I'm glad you both are talking and I hope it’s long term?” The hopeful turn in his voice was sweet and caring. Just like any kid that’s wishing for a miracle to happen.
We both looked at each other for a split second, then back at Javier. “It’s possible.” We say simultaneously.
“Yes! Oh this better than Christmas, mom we’re in the same area as dad. You two over there, I’ll be here across from y’all.” Gathering all his belongings, he made it his mission to get comfy on the way back home.
Sitting next to Henry, after placing my stuff in the overhead bin, I couldn’t help but feel like a giddy schoolgirl around him all over again.
“Nice to see you again, Miss Leon.” His smooth voice, mixed with his infamous smirk, overtook my thought process.
Biting my bottom lip, I couldn’t suppress my giggle. “You as well, Mr. Cavill.”
“Are you guys free tomorrow? I’d like to spend the day with you, if that’s ok with him Javier?” Henry asked cautiously.
The classic kid in a candy store look. This kid, without a shadow of a doubt, knew how to work somebody. “It’s totally fine with me! Mom?”
“I don’t see why not. Sounds like a plan.” Henry slyly laced our fingers together, kissing the back of my hand gingerly. Javier was smiling like a kid in a candy store, before going back to his game.
Henry leaned over next to me, whispering in my ear. “Ever since we saw each other that day at the art festival, you’ve been glowing. What’s your secret?”
“Getting my light back to shine in my life.” The way I whispered back to him, as I started scratching his chin, I could swear his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
“Boy you are so sprung over me.” I smiled happily.
He kissed my nose, making me melt at his words. “That’s because my love for you never truly died. It rose from the ashes when you kissed me again.”
“Damn you’re good.”
“I’ve been told. I’ve missed you Yaya.” His genuine smirk was unmistakable. Resting my head on his shoulder, it felt like we never broke up to begin with.
“I’ve missed you too Dally, so very much.” Placing s kiss on his cheek, I noticed how read he had gotten by it. Javier chuckled at us both with glee, happy to be in the presence of his parents reunion.
This was going to be a pleasant reunion, cause God bless the friendly skies, Javier was definitely getting his wish after all.
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Multiples of 4 then ☠
4: Talk show host:
Imma be real w you I havent watched a talk show since attack of the show on g4 and that got cancelled years ago
8: Yankee candle scent:
Fresh Balsam Fir. Smells like christmas and being cozy. Pine scents in general are god tier
12: Thing to cook:
Anything that puts a smile on the face of those who eat it. Or Steak, Mashed Potatoes and Asparagus. Its easy, nutritious, and delicious. (That’d make a good dating profile header)
16: Book:
Hard question. I’d have to go with Colorless Tsukuru and His Years of Pilgrimage by Haruki Murakami.
20: Holiday:
Thanksgiving! I was born on it, so I have to like it. Other than that, toss up between Halloween and Christmas.
24: Movie:
Uhhhhhhh, for live action, its a toss up between A Clockwork Orange and Apocalypse Now. For animated, Mind Game
28: Band:
I dont follow a ton of bands, so Death Grips I guess. Its not like I dont listen to other music, but its mostly individual songs as opposed to deep diving into their discography
32: Athlete:
I dont follow sports dude. Maybe like Usain Bolt cause he also has a pet tortoise like me.
36: Vehicle:
Triump Bonneville T-100
40: Last person I got mad at:
Uhh my former friend who’s girlfriend left him for being a piece of shit basically
44: One person that you wish you could see right now:
I’m not missing anyone a whole ton rn. Wish we could meet tho jaz!
48: Ever been in love:
Of course, its great and terrible
52: My room is:
Fairly messy rn but I’ll clean up soon.
56: Favorite web site:
Certainly not tumblr dot com. Idk dude probably like youtube cause I spend a lot of time watching videos or listening to podcasts.
60: I lose all respect for people who:
Treat their partners like crap
64: My friends are:
Great people! Things have been getting better for a lot of people in my circle of friends recently, and they really deserve it!
68: The worst sound in the world:
Nails on chalkboard.
72: Today:
Pretty ok day. Need to get a few things under control and still need to work out a bit, but studied hard and met up w a classmate to work on a project together!
76: Right now I am talking to:
No one in particular, but ive been talking to friends throughout the day
80: The first person i talked to today was:
Probably my dad when he woke me up
84: People call me:
a lot of things im sure. Depends on who you ask.
88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is:
Connection to where I live. My family’s owned my house for almost 100 years now, living elsewhere lacks that certain je ne sais quoi
92: Got a peircing:
Never! maybe in the future tho...
96: Changed a diaper:
also never! didn’t have any siblings or a close connected family growing up so I never had to. When I’m a dad, I’m sure I will though
100: Cried in front of someone:
Oh jeez, not really sure. Maybe a few months ago, but I can’t recall what for
104: The future:
Its filled with infinite possibilities, I just have to work for a future I want. I’m not too worried about stability, but you never know. Always try to have contingency plans for your contingency plans.
108: Designer Clothes:
Generally overpriced trash. I’d rather buy from a local artisan that makes clothes specifically for me. Not like I don’t shop for clothes or like looking good, but theres a lot of issues in the fashion industry that I take umbrage with and like to look for alternatives.
112: Facebook:
Boomerbook is convenient website that I use on occasion but I find to be fairly toxic, like most social media, so i rarely post on it. I just use the messenger app to talk with friends.
116: Reality TV:
Utter trash! There are a billion other ways to spend your time that are more productive and beneficial to yourself and others that getting caught up in some fake drama with celebrities.
120: Gay Marriage:
I don’t believe any kind of marriage should be regulated by the government, as its a religious sacrament. If churches want to allow it, that’s their prerogative that I won’t infringe on, but that’s in an ideal world. As it stands, I don’t have any strong feels for or against it, insofar that I think most marriages are fairly toxic.
124: Disney or Six Flags:
Didney Worl
128: Manicure or Pedicure:
I’ll take both, thanks
132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks:
Whomst’d’ve?
136: Hillary or Obama:
Both are genuinely terrible people like most, if not all, government officials in Washington.
140: Mac or PC:
I built my own PC but iPads do be kinda fresh tho
I can see why people who don’t have the same hobbies or interests prefer macs, their visual design blows most PCs out of the water, and they’re functional for work and video editing. They’re obviously overpriced for the performance, but you’re buying it for the label and the well designed UI (generally, theres obviously some UI designs that are/were less than great by apple)
144: Oranges or Apples:
While I like oranges, I FUCKING LOVE apples. So yeah, apples, particularly Fuji apples.
148: Summer or winter:
Winter. I live in Los Angeles. Our winters are mild and maybe drizzley. Our summers are hellish. Easy choice.
152: Phone or Online:
Uh I mean I like talking on the phone but texting or instant messaging is super convenient and, really, a very different form of communication that I engage in more.
156: Orbs:
Do i believe in orbs? What kind of orbs? idk dude this is very nondescript and im too lazy to research this. Orbs as a geometric object do exist yes. Jury is still out on whatever the fuck this is asking tho
160: Soul mates:
A distinct possibility that I’d love to be true
164: Heaven:
I’m catholic, pretty sure I have to believe in it.
168: Luck:
Yeah, I believe in it, but I also believe we make our own luck most times.
172: Are you taller than your mom?
yeah shes like 5′2
176: Last YouTube video watched:
Sure hope you like smooth japanese jazz fusion
https://youtu.be/6GEI3PpXEAo
180: Marriage is:
A great responsibility I hope to be ready for one day. It can be incredible and life-affirming or it can be soul crushing if you rush into things or just have a bad partner. I don’t mean to be cynical, I genuinely believe its a beautiful thing, but so many marriages today end up horribly, so I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid of it at the same time.
184: Xbox or ps3:
Whichever game console can give me a better user experience with better games and services. Right now that’s playstation, but I sincerely hope microsoft steps up to the plate next gen.
188: My bed is:
A queen. Kinda messy rn.
192: I am allergic to:
Nothing in particular
196: My eye color is:
Green! I’m actually pretty proud of them, its the rarest eye color in the world, so its part of what makes me who I am.
200: My crush’s name is:
Jaz (no homo)
But also I’m not single so I don’t necessarily have any rn
PS: I sincerely apologize for this wall of text y’all
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all imma say here about john boyega (rightfully) setting fire to disney/Star Wars and saying fuck the reylos is that if the situation was flipped and adam driver managed to grow some balls and do what john boyega did, y’all would hop on his dick at the speed of light and call him the reylo king or some shit. y’all have repeatedly made jokes about rey getting dick from ghost kylo and having kylo impregnate her through the force w/o her knowing, he makes one (1) joke and suddenly y’all claim oppression and call him a misogynist. y’all are just some unhinged weirdos who need to seek therapy or sumn.
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Little Girl
There is a little girl sitting on a bus, looking out the window at the flow of freeway traffic, listening to her father’s favorite song.
She is sixteen years old but she lives in the body of a twenty six year old woman who is wearing a dull tan jumpsuit from the Los Angeles Department of Corrections. She is in the liminal space between two stationary windowless boxes.
She isn’t thinking about Joseph right now. She knows that he kept her in a prison. His wishes were royal decrees. Other men were hyenas snickering in the shadowlands. Her hopes for a drivers license and higher education were betrayals of the wholly manifest fact that he loved her and always knew what was best for her. And still she knows that underneath her liquefied fury, the one and only unshakable fact of the universe is that she loves that man. But she isn’t thinking about him right now.
She isn’t thinking about Arturo and his fractal pattern dark brown eyes. Some nights she has nightmares of suffocation as she imagines her one year old baby Arturo trying to breathe through the surface of a plastic produce bag. She tries not to reconstruct the scene in her head. She lay asleep on the bed, Arturo at her side, Joseph searching the bedroom because he cannot remember where he last hid the heroin. He knew it had to be in a place she would not expect or accidentally open. But even so, he still searched through the empty Food 4 Less grocery bags and threw them in no particular direction, including the place where Arturo lay sleeping.
She’s thinking about dad. She’s thinking about family barbecues. Before the cousins and racist authoritarian uncles knock at the front door she sat in their tiny back yard by the rusty charcoal grill and shit talked dad about Biggie and Tupac, and vented about peoples’ tragically limited miscalculation that environmentalism is a fantasy of bleeding heart liberals, and insisted that corgis are in fact the best dog breed and anyone who disagreed should fucking fight her.
But the animals behind the cage are aggressing. They know well the significance of the yellow protective custody wrist band that the little girl is wearing. They know it is the mark of someone who is either an imminent public threat capable of even violence against children, or a traitor who has informed the state that someone they love has committed a criminal act.
“Look at this fucking snitch!”
“This bitch better watch her back!”
“Hoooo boy you better be glad you’re behind that cage cuz imma fuck you up first chance I gets.”
It gets to the point where the little girl cannot hear her music. She isn’t scared. She’s long past scared. Right now she is an animal too so she lunges at the cage and she does not scream but her voice has the flavor of a nuclear reactor containment cap under pressure of a chamber that is not in meltdown but could blow if left unchecked.
“Y’all ratchet ass bitches don’t have a goddamn clue. You think this cage is for show? Only reason they put it up is that they know if it weren’t here then I’d come back there and slit your goddamn throats in front of all these fucking little kids in minivans in the next lane and I wouldn’t regret a goddamn moment of it.”
The other animals know instinctively it is just another performative territorial defense but they also dull their barks and the background static falls low enough that little girl can hear her song again.
Her fingers are trembling because she wants to go with dad to their favorite hole in the wall shit food restaurant where they order pickle-topped chamoyada in the summer.
And when the song finally changes she has one of those rare fleeting hopes for the future. She imagines driving this same stretch of the highway in a car. She is in the passenger seat, her high school best friend in the driver seat telling her yet another story about how he is still hung up on the girl he fucked in junior year of college.
She is scrolling through an Instagram feed of corgis dressed up in food costumes and hooked up to the Bluetooth, playing a custom Spotify playlist of gospel music and gangsta rap. And when the section of Disney music that somehow slipped into that mix starts playing, the little girl and her best friend sing along to The Circle of Life from the original Lion King soundtrack.
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I’m reading the milk fic.
It’s worse than I thought
I’m very confused
Fifty shades of grey is Q U A K I N G
What the fuck is going on this is hard to follow
Ew
I’m taking better notes on this than for English class so that’s fun
What the fuck am I reading
What the FUCK
Why am I reading this
No.
No!
Bitch.
OH GOD ITS BAD
NONONONONO
I’m taking a break to listen to “Hallelujah”
I might actually start praying honestly
I should go to church this Sunday
This is actually phasing me less than I expected
Nononono
My playlist put on “Bad Things” which is v appropriate rn
This makes it worse. Somehow.
What. The. FUCK.
*I’m Not Okay (I Promise) starts blaring*
Somebody please help me.
I am not going to heaven.
I’m thinking about milk going into the body too much oh god why did my teacher tell us about the digestive system last year
I need Jesus
Please god no
I fell on the floor
Why again am I doing this
“Brenny” JESUS GOD LMAO
He’s fucking crying
I took out my earrings and now my ear hurts this is an all-around bad expierence.
Yep the bitch is crying I am a horrible person
Why is this happening
“He usually didn’t tell Ryan how much he’d taken, but it’d been awhile since they’d done this and he didn’t want the boy to break before he managed to get both quarts in” HES DONE THIS BEFORE???
Why are thy being referred to as “the boy” like wtf
I’m very concerned
My ear might be infected
Omg my sister and her friends are singing Disney orignal movie songs and eating dino nuggets they’re high schoolers help
“Crusing for a Bruising” is ruining the vibe
This is painful to read
HE FUCKING SQEAKED LOL
Wait how is the milk supposed to get out again?
I don’t think I want to know
EW
EWWWWWWW
NONONONONONONONO
“I won’t make you” BITCH
“Be selfish disappoint his boyfriend” excuse me i didn’t know it was selfish to not want two quarts of milk up your ass
I’m shaking pleas help oh god no
EW NO
What the fuck is Brendon even supposed to get out of this, characters have to want something
I’m violently disturbed
HES PLUGGING IT IN WHAT THE F U C K
NONONONO
I’m getting popcorn hang on y’all
Ok I’m back let’s do this shit
Please god no
I regret my birth
Jesus Christ in heaven
Bitch
Is he supposed to fuck the milk out of him or what??
No this is worse
It’s actually less smutty than I thought, which is weird
I probably just jinxed myself
I heard somewhere that he drinks it now??? What?
Oh god she had to bring Spencer and Pete into this, didn’t she
Dear god this is sad now
I hate this fucking fic
I hate my eyes
THIS IS IN A FUCKING HOTEL?!?!
PLOT TWIST
I’m sorry I’m what world would Mr Ryan Tight-Fucking-Pants Ross be a bottom.
Why again was milk shoved up his ass?
DEAR GOD
I regret eating while reading this
I’m going to Hell
How have I not passed the 100 line limit?
I never want to read “brenny” again
Why must they bring a hairbrush into this
I hate this and myself
May the lord have mercy on my soul
Now he’s choking him???
Why do fanfic authors love the word “cock”
“Deepthroat” goes oddly well with this
“I love you” “I love you too” I hate this
Wow ok that’s it thank god almighty
Imma go drink a glass of milk.
Well that was awful I’ll see you all in hell.
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