#me: and that means i will take a week off of swimming. just 7 days. to recuperate and sort things out with my therapist--

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - I'm finding rankings difficult, there's a lot of middle of the pack action and some serious top contenders

Organized, in each category, by ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Dec 2023 Wk 1

Ongoing Series - Thai

Last Twilight (Fri YT) ep 5 of 12 -  I love how they’re slowly revealing bits of their past to each other. It parallels the slow burn of them falling in love with each other. Knowledge + understanding = affection. I cried during the part with his doubles partner, of course I did. As has been mentioned many times in this blog, I am a sap. Also I’m realizing that there is something particularly clever about this show: Because Day is blind, there must be a ton of physical touch. And physical touch is something that Thai BL does really well. 

(I gotta say, while I ADORE JimmySea in these roles, a small part of me wonders how JoongDunk would have handled these parts.)

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 3 of 10 - Phaya is SO DAMN SMITTEN. It’s great. Have I mentioned recently how glad I am Billy got this role? This was the: “it’s not a date” date ep. 

I gotta say these 2 BLs are neck and neck favorites right now.

Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube) ep 1 of 12 - Uh oh. I like it a lot. I think I was always going to because I have a soft spot for TayNew on screen. It is such funny to watch Tay play such a stiff character. I like it. This is very fast paced for a Thai BL I wonder where they’ll take it with this speed, are they’ll following the manga more closely? 

My Dear Gangster Oppa (Thurs iQIYI) ep 7 of 8 - Wait, no. Wahl you’re such a problem. The pacing of this is very KBL. I’m not mad about it but it feels odd in Thai. Still enjoying this one the most as my "early in the week" offering.

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 2 of 10 - The booty call flirting is next level with these two. Like Bed Friends but with less pain. I love that Nail is such needy evil wild child - the story gets all its tension from that.

Baby boy gives off so many danger signals I wouldn't tap that with a 10 ft… pole. Him is a braver queer than I. I do like how the high heat is being used to drive the story. It stands in stark contrast to Playboyy. Which is using high heat to drive, well... piles apparently.

Twins the series (Fri GaGa) ep 6 of 10 - I'm enjoying it again, the main couple is getting more BLish. 

Bake Me Please (Mon Gaga) ep 3 of 6 - Shin and Peach flirting is very cute. Although they got into that sack swiftly. Guy leaving was contrived and reactions overwrought but okay babies. 

Absolute Zero (Weds iQIYI) ep 11 of 12 - Now I'm mostly just confused.

Which timeline are we in?

Do they know each other in this one's past or not?

Have they met yet?

Who has which memories of what?

I feel like I’ve been through a lot for the show.

I’m not saying the reunion scene in the theater was worth it, but it was a really spectacular reunion scene. I’m terrified that there’s one more episode. I wish it had ended here.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) 2 of 12 - I’m just not that into it. 

Pit Babe (Fri iQIYI) ep 4 of 14 - A new ship has been set afloat, we are now Team #WayKim / #KimWay and if you're not with us, you're against us. Trash watch happening here.

Middleman’s Love (Fri YT & iQIYI ep 5 of 8 - oh look, it’s everybody’s favorite big brother!

That was a kind (and kind of lovely) coming out sequence. KingUea being the worst best Gay Advice Dads is awesome. Mai is SO SWEET. And we end on some good old miscommunication / misinterpretation, so that Jade can behave in an even more unhinged manner next ep. Our brief respite from absurdity has ended. 

My Universe (Sun iQIYI) Fake Love ep 16 of 24 - They cute fake bf but it’s oddly unappealing. I mean most us queers have slept with each others exes, that’s swimming in a small pool, for ya. In my experience, only hets get butt hurt about it. (Hets never use enoug lube, they butt hurt about everything.) So the whole drama just felt confusing to me. Or maybe that's just my experience with swimming in lube? 4/10 whatever... not recommended

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 4 of 14 eps - I’m seriously considering dropping this. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

VIP Only (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - They cute. Are aquariums now gay? That’s not the definition of fish that I grew up with. 

Sahara-sensei to Toki-kun (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 2 of 8 - I'm suffering from terrible second lead syndrome. Glasses guy is new Best Boy. Also, Rise is trying to earn the Namgoong Award for Best Wingman. 

It Finished But...

SHADOW (Thai Gaga) 14 eps - completed it's run. Reports are:

It's pretty good horror but not BL. Ending is unresolved.

Given that info and this review here, it's not for me. DNF

It's Airing But...

Behind the Shadows (Korea movie) - a historical I'm interested in (if it's BL) but have no idea how to find.

The Whisperer (Sun ????) 10 eps - Thai horror BL that ALSO involves cheating (what joy is mine). I don't think even the perfect single dimple can motivate me to watch. Word is... it's terrible.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) 10 eps - Giving me Luminous Solution vibes. I'm waiting to binge if it's safe.

Beyond The Star (Weds iQIYI) 8 eps - House of Stars meets Boyband. I was NOT impressed with ep 1. Been told I shouldn't bother.

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - I find this series more fun to binge, so I'm waiting until after it completes its run next week.

Next Week Looks Like This

12/14 Dear Kitakyushu (Thai/Japan movie) in theaters in country only, I know nothing about distribution.

Still coming:

12/23 Dead Friend Forever (Thai horror) iQIYI

Original 2023 forthcoming BL master post (see comments, some are inaccurate, NOT KEPT UPDATED). With the end of the year upon us I'll do an "announced for 2023 but never happened list" soon.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Of course I loved all the little language moments. I am here for the kinkification of phi.

That request for a shirt was v sexy phi+na. Thank you Jimmy.

Last Twilight bringing the pronoun and particle game to play hard.

It was a nice kiss. (Absolute Zero)

This as a perfunctory flirting kiss, I anticipate we still have The Kiss to come.

I love that Phaya's personality seems to be spin doctor, just accuse the boy of doing that you are already doing to him (or want him to do to you).

Boyfriend shirts!

And a meta reference.

The Sign is basically made for me.

(Last week)

#this week in bl #bl updates #Thai BL #Last Twilight #The Sign #my dear gangster oppa #cherry magic #for him the series #absolute zero #middleman's love #My Universe Fake Love

[elizabethwritesmen]

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜

chapter 1 - i remember everything

pairing: firefighter!steve x reader

summary: in high school, steve and y/n were the best of friends. now, she’s moved back to hawkins, and he hasn’t seen her since her graduation 7 years before.

warnings: smut to come in later chapters.

a/n: this is a christmas fic, split into parts. this part does not mention christmas because it is not christmas time yet. also, steve is 28 and reader is 25. this fic is basically a hallmark script but make it sexy and angsty. italics paragraphs are flashbacks. all parts will be out by december 25.

chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 4

I remembered everything.

The bumps in the driveway that tousled my car like a carnival ride. The sparkling lake glistening with the sun’s reflection, reminiscent of all the times I snuck out there with my friends for a swim in high school. The beautiful cabin, two story but still small and cozy, haunted by all the scary stories that were told in it by high school students goofing off because they didn’t know what real life was.

The crack in the window where Robin tripped and fell into it that never got fixed because we never told my parents.

The guitar picks Eddie left all over the place, never remembering to take them home with him.

The small stain on the carpet from where the kids spilled a beer they’d stolen.

The huge tree by the water with Steve’s name carved into it, right next to mine, and a poorly shaped heart scribbled beside them.

Yes, I remembered everything.

I sighed as I unpacked my boxes, putting things away where I thought they should go. I never thought I’d be back in Hawkins, and I hadn’t yet decided how I felt about it, but the cards were dealt to me so I had to play them. It wasn’t so bad, though. I moved away less than a week after I graduated high school thinking that if I went to college in another state and started a new life, I could get away scott free from the things that were weighing on me. But it doesn’t work that way. You never get away from matters of the heart. They stay, and stay, and stay.

I stopped abruptly when I heard a knock at the door, going to check it and seeing Robin standing on the porch. I opened it quickly, “Rob!” I exclaimed as I pulled her into a hug. She squeezed me back with just as much force.

“You’re really back,” she sighed, “Your mom told me you’d be here and I was worried it wasn’t true!”

“Well here I am,” I giggled, pulling away reluctantly and letting her in. She walked with me to the dining room table where I had my things laid out and started helping me put them away.

“So how was Florida?” She asked.

“Hot,” I blandly offered, and she laughed.

“Seriously. You disappear the day you graduate and I hear from you maybe four times before we lose touch. I wanna know everything!”

I sighed, pausing for a moment, “I’m sorry about that, Robin. I didn’t mean to disappear on you, you know you’re one of the best friends I’ll ever have and I love you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to apologize to me, honey. I was never mad at you, but only because I understood why you left. Steve and Eddie, though… they went through it for the first year you were gone. Don’t even get me started on the kids.”

“Eddie understood, I know he did. He knew I was leaving, he was the only person I told because he caught me talking about my plane ticket on the phone. And the kids would never have understood, they were too young. Just needing to get out for a while would’ve sounded like a lame excuse to them.”

“But you didn’t just need to get out for a while, you needed to get away from Steve for a while”

“That’s not the only reason.”

“But it was a reason. Right?”

Hesitantly and carefully, I answered her, “Yes. It was. I couldn’t keep letting him break my heart. I needed space.”

“You couldn’t have found space in Hawkins? You had to leave?”

“There was no space in Hawkins. Wherever I went, he found me. He never left me alone. Even when I asked him to.”

“Because he loved you.”

“But it wasn’t enough,” I sighed exasperatedly, “Can we talk about something else?”

“Of course,” she smiled, “We’ll discuss Steve more later.”

“No we won’t,” I rolled my eyes, tossing a trinket from one of the boxes at her. She dodged it with a laugh, carrying on the conversation.

“Really though, how was Florida?”

“It was good. I dunno, I don’t think I fit in there.”

“Why’s that?”

“I’m not all beachy and outgoing like most people there were. But they were all super nice anyway. I made some friends at the college I went to, but I didn’t stay close to any of them after I graduated and started working.”

“Is that why you moved back? Cause you had no friends?”

“Robin!” I scolded, mouth dropping open. She laughed again, lighting up the room. “I did have friends, I’m just not a very social person!”

“Then why did you move back?”

I shrugged, “Florida isn’t the place for me, but I don’t know where is, so my mom suggested I move back here in the mean time.”

“And she’s just, like, letting you live in the cabin?”

“Yeah. I mean, they didn’t pay for it, and I’ve spent more time here than they have anyway. When my grandpa left it to them, they thought it was more of an extra bill than a vacation house. That’s why they’re gonna put it in my name if I decide to stay.”

“What?” she squealed, her eyes going wide as saucers, “So you could be little miss homeowner! That’s amazing! As bad as the economy is, I’d take that deal in a heartbeat!”

“I know, I know. I’m thinking about it. It is nice to be around family again. And you.”

“Just wait til you see the others. They’re gonna be SO excited you’re back! As a matter of fact why don’t we have them over here for a little reunion?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Do you even still hang out with them?”

“Eddie and Steve, yeah. We’re all still pretty close. The kids are all kinda doing their own thing now, but we still see each other a lot too, around town and such. And we still have a group chat, we just don’t send much but dumb memes in it.”

“Damn, Rob. Thanks for including me in this group chat!” I huffed, smacking her arm jokingly.

“You left, you gave up your groupchat rights!”

We laughed together and talked some more as we finished unpacking my boxes. I didn’t have much, no furniture or anything because the cabin was already completely furnished. My grandpa had impeccable taste, everything was extremely elegant while also being perfectly warm and rustic.

“Okay,” she sighed after we threw away the last piece of cardboard, “It’s dark now so I should probably get home, but let’s hang out again tomorrow! Come up to town! I opened up a music shop, you can come see!”

“That’s amazing! I’d love to come see!”

And with that, she was off. I breathed in a deep sigh, a smile on my face as I fell onto the couch and turned the TV on. It was nice to have Robin again. I was impressed with how quickly and swiftly we fell into old habits, gossiping and chatting like no time had passed and we were still just two kids. The person I was nervous to see again was Steve.

-

The next day, I woke up and showered, preparing myself to go to town. I needed to pick up groceries, and I also wanted to stop by Robin’s music shop, excited to see her hard work paid off.

I slipped on a pair of running shorts and a crop top, throwing a loose cardigan on over it and slipping into a pair of tennis shoes. My hair was curled and I had on light makeup. I felt pretty, but not overdone. I wanted to at least look decent enough that, if I ran into someone I knew, I wouldn’t be mortified.

The grocery store was desolate as I pulled into the parking lot, only a few cars in the spaces and a firetruck parked by the door. I supposed public servants do need to shop, too. I wondered if it was someone I knew, I remember my dad was friends with some of the town’s firemen when I was younger, but I shrugged it off, wanting to get in and out hassle free.

As soon as I walked in the door, though, I was greeted with a high pitched voice, “Y/N?”

I turned to see who it belonged to and was delighted to see Max, behind one of the registers wearing a store polo.

“Hey!” I grinned wide, rushing over to her and going in for a hug. She’d been like a little sister when I’d lived in Hawkins before, and I had to admit, I missed her while I was gone.

“What’re you doing here?” she asked, leaning back to stare at me, “I haven’t seen you in like… five years!”

“I know, I know. I moved back!”

“What? Like forever?” she asked, hope creeping into her voice.

“Maybe. I haven’t decided yet. But definitely for a while. What about you? How long have you been working here?”

“Two years now. Dustin works here, too, but he’s off today.”

“That’s a shame. I’ll have to come back when he’s here and see him!”

“Oh, you should see everyone! We’ve all missed you so much! Even the ones of us that won’t admit it,” she giggled with an eye roll, “Mike has always been stubborn and dumb.”

“Well that’s okay,” I hummed, “I’m here now, so it’s all okay.”

“Yeah, but next time you leave, can you warn a girl first? I missed you a lot!”

“I know, I’m sorry. Scouts honor, next time I’ll shove you in my suitcase and bring you with me.”

“Perfect,” she beamed, her teeth as pearly white as always. She looked older, and she’d grown up beautifully. I didn’t know if she was still with Lucas, but if so, he was lucky.

I let go of her, getting started on my shopping. I didn’t get much, just the basics, and a few minutes later I was done and ready to check out. I wasn’t paying attention and accidentally bumped into the guy in front of me in line.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry!” I rushed out as I pulled my cart away gently. He turned around and my mouth fell open as I recognized his pretty face.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice steady but his face gave him away. He was in utter shock.

“Steve,” I offered back, staring at him, waiting for what he had to say.

Max interrupted the short awkward silence, “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you Y/N’s back.”

He sent her a glare then turned back to me, scanning over me, settling on all the parts of me that had changed. I’d filled out more, and I could tell he noticed. I could tell he appreciated it.

I scanned over him as well, taking note of his khakis and the Hawkins Fire Dept T shirt he wore. So the truck was his. Interesting. He looked good, better than ever. He was more chiseled than I remembered, and it worked for him, from his head to his toes. And his hair was as iconic as always.

“Why’re you back?” he asked me, his voice devoid of much emotion.

“Just wanted to come back for a while.”

“A while? So not forever?”

“I dunno, Steve. I haven’t thought that far ahead,” I breathed out a laugh.

“You never did.”

My eyes dropped, shame creeping in. “I’m sorry for how I left, Steve. I just had to go.”

“Yeah,” he deadpanned, “It’s fine. Is what it is. It’s your business anyway.”

“Steve, please don’t do that,” I sighed.

“Do what?”

“That thing you always do where you pretend you’re not hurt.”

“I’m not. I might’ve been seven years ago, but I’ve had a lot of time for that wound to close, Y/N.”

“So you’re not happy to see me at all?”

“Not as happy as I would’ve been to see you on my doorstep that day.”

I knew exactly what day he was talking about. It was the Saturday, two weeks after I graduated. He’d asked me a month in advance to come over, and I agreed, not even thinking about the fact that I was leaving. He’d consistently asked me for reassurance that I would be there, and every time I promised I would. But I wasn’t.

“I’m just so sorry Stevie. I can’t even tell you how sorry I am. Of all the people I hurt, I regret hurting you the most.”

“It’s fine. Like I said, seven years,” he shrugged, grabbing his receipt from Max and walking out. I watched him go, dejected, melancholy overtaking me.

“You ok? That was rough to watch,” Max gave me a sympathetic look and I forced a smile.

“I’m good, Maxy. Like he said. Seven years.”

She stared at me for a moment, as if she was deciding what to say, an internal battle behind her eyes. “He had a party planned for you that day.”

“What?”

“Yeah. With me and the other guys and Robin and everybody. He was so excited, he never shut up about it. Then he found out you left and cancelled. He hasn’t really been the same since.”

“How’d he find out I left?”

“Your dad told him. He went over to see you and you weren’t there.”

I sighed, my eyes welling up. I couldn’t believe I’d screwed up that badly. All I wanted was a getaway, I never knew I’d be hurting so many people. I never knew he cared so much.

“Max, I-“

“Was in love with him. I know. Everybody knows. That’s why we didn’t understand why you left.”

“He wanted girl after girl after girl. And it was never me. I was never his type. I needed to get away to get over him or I was gonna live a life full of heartbreak and disappointment. But now I see how selfish that was.”

“It wasn’t selfish. Just not well thought out. Have you at least gotten over him?”

“I thought so, til I saw him look at me like that.”

I finished checking out and promised Max I’d be back in to see her, then headed to the music store. The exterior was nice. It was a painted brick building, colorful and bright. There was a huge mural on the side of it, and I knew it was all Robin’s doing because I remembered that particular building being boring and run down before I left.

I walked inside, looking around to see the inside was just as amazing. I was honestly impressed with how well she’d done everything, from organizing to decorating.

“Rob, this is awesome!” I exclaimed as I walked up to the counter. She’d been looking down, doing some kind of paperwork, but when she looked up and saw me she put it down and ran around the counter.

“You really came!”

“Of course I came, have I ever let you down?” I asked, laughing, then added, “Well, other than that one time.”

“You’re right. You did always used to come through. I don’t think you ever missed anything.”

“And I definitely wouldn’t miss this! If I’d known you opened it, I would’ve been here that day to watch you cut the ribbon or whatever!”

“Oh, it’s okay, it wasn’t that big of a ceremony. You know nothing is big in Hawkins unless you’re rich. But I get good business and I’ve kept the doors open. Plus, all the high school girls like to take pictures in front of the mural outside for their instagrams, and that’s actually drummed up a lot of business.”

“I’d imagine so. Show me around?”

She took me to the instruments section, explaining why she’d organized it the way she had and how it made the most sense. Then we wandered to the sheet music, and then to the records. Finally, we hit the cds and a little caddy full of Apple, Spotify, Iheartradio and Youtube gift cards. She also had a small section with assorted local snacks.

“This is great, really,” I smiled, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Well, I actually got the idea from you,” she nonchalantly shrugged.

“When?” I furrowed my brows and asked.

“One time, I was talking to you about how I’m just a band geek and you told me band geeks make it far in life. You suggested I either get famous or open up a huge store full of band stuff and make tons of money. You really thought I had it in me to do both.”

“You did have it in you. You could be in a real band right now if you wanted.”

She full on belly laughed, waving the thought off. “Whatever. Change of subject, I heard you saw Steve.”

“Heard from who?”

“From Steve. He called me mad because I didn’t tell him you were home.”

“Why was he so mad?”

“Well, he’ll say it’s because he just wasn’t expecting to see you and would be happy if you’d have just stayed gone. But I know it’s because he does want you here, more than anything, and all his old feelings are coming back, and he would’ve liked some wanting before seeing your face in the middle of the grocery store after seven years.”

“It wasn’t the middle of the grocery store,” I rolled my eyes, “It was the front. And he was not happy to see me, sorry to be the one to burst your bubble. Old feelings can’t come up if there weren’t any in the first place, Im just a girl he used to be friends with.”

“It was always more with you and Steve,” she shrugged, “Everyone else saw it.”

“If I’d known he planned a party for me, I would’ve been there that day.”

“I know. And he knew, too. That’s why he told us to never tell you. He didn’t want you to feel guilty, and he didn’t want you to have to come back just for him.”

I sighed, feeling even worse than I did when Steve was staring at me with that look in his eyes. I knew him, I knew his faces, and I knew what he looked like when he was hurt. I really did a number on him.

“I don’t know if I can make this one better, Rob.”

“You can. He’ll get over his anger, I promise. The way he felt about you doesn’t just go away, he has a big ol’ soft spot for you. There’s nothing he could ever hold against you, not even this.”

I nodded with yet another sigh, “Anyways, what about you? Any ladies on the roster?”

She looked shocked I’d asked, “Bold aren’t you?”

“Always have been!”

She proceeded to tell me about all the girls she’d been interested in, and all the ones she’d dated since I left. It was nice to see her so comfortable with herself, and it was even nicer to hear that she’d gotten some really cool girlfriends.

“So who are you dating now?” I asked, leaning on the counter, fully intrigued.

“Well, there’s this lady, Shelly. She sold me this building. She’s older than me, but goodness, what I wouldn’t do to -“

“You don’t have to continue that,” I giggled, “I catch your drift. Is she into you?”

“Well… she’s recently divorced from a man, but sometimes she flirts like she’s curious or something.”

“Maybe she is. Maybe she wants to taste your cherry chapstick,” I stuck my tongue at her jokingly.

We were interrupted by the bell above the door, and I turned to see Steve walking in, Eddie on his tail wearing the exact same uniform.

“Oh,” he stared blankly when he saw me, “I’ll come back later.”

“No,” I stopped him, “If me being here is that big of a deal then I’ll go.”

Robin scoffed, “Neither of you idiots are going anywhere. We’re all friends here.”

“It’s ok Rob,” I sighed, “Really, I’m fine with leaving.”

“Steve, she doesn’t have to leave, man. We’re not gonna be here long, and she’s not hurting anybody,” Eddie put in his two cents, and I smiled.

“Hey Eddie,” I walked over to him and he opened his arms wide for a hug.

“Hey Y/N. I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you more,” I poked him as I pulled away, taking in his short hair and muscles more formed than I’d ever seen them. “Fire department make you chop your curls off?”

“Unfortunately.”

“It’s a nice look,” I shrugged, “Very handsome and mature.”

Steve cleared his throat and we turned to him. “Relax,” Eddie sighed, “We’re not flirting, bro. That’s what you guys do.”

Steve blushed. He couldn’t stop himself. “Give it a rest, Eddie.”

“Not until you stop your temper tantrum and let the past go.”

“I’m not throwing a temper tantrum,” Steve rolled his eyes, and Robin took it upon herself to lighten the mood.

“Anyways,” she smiled brightly, “How’s work going today, boys?”

“Well, we have a kitten in the firetruck,” Steve sighed, and she laughed.

“A cat?”

“Yeah, Steve rescued it from a bush, it’s little foot was stuck in one of the branches,” Eddie patted Steve on the back.

“It looks like that cat Y/N used to have, the one that she cried for a week straight when it died,” Steve mused, smiling at me for the first time since I’d seen him again as if involuntarily. He caught himself though, and turned away.

“You remember that?” I asked.

“I remember everything,” he shrugged, “Wanna see it?”

“Of course!” I squealed, and he walked me outside, opening the drivers’ side door and pulling it out.

It was cute, white with silver spots all over it. It meowed as he handed it to me, climbing into my arms and clinging on to me for dear life.

“Oh, he’s perfect,” I hummed as I stared at him, holding him close to me and giving his forehead kisses.

“He’s yours,” Steve said, his eyes trained on me and the cat, “If you want him, I mean.”

I looked at him, seeing if there was any sign of joking but there was none. “I’d love to take him!”

“I thought of you when I saw him,” he admitted to me, staring at his feet and swaying nervously.

“I didn’t think you even still thought about me.”

“All the time.”

His voice was almost too low for me to hear, but I caught it and my heart sped up.

“Steve, I’m sorry again. Really. I missed you every day. If I could go back and be there that day…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” he sighed, “I was angry when I first saw you. I’m not now. I just needed to get over the initial shock, that’s all.”

“So you don’t hate me?”

“I couldn’t if I wanted to. You were my best friend. I just… I just wanna understand why you left. You never told me. Nobody ever told me.”

“It’s…” I hesitated. How could I explain it to him? “It’s a long story.”

“Of course,” he nodded, “Well whenever you’re ready to, we can talk.”

“Okay.”

We stared at each other for a moment before Eddie broke the silence, “You ready to go Steve? They’re gonna be sending out a search party soon if we don’t get back.”

“Yeah,” he nodded then turned to me, “See you later, Y/N. Take care of the cat.”

“I will. Bye,” I smiled, watching him walk away.

Well, at least the anger had subsided. But I was never going to be able to explain the reason I left.

The night of my graduation

The ceremony had taken ages. I wouldn’t have cared if not for the heels that had been cramping my feet all day and the tight white dress that I wanted to rip off. I groaned as I walked to the parking lot where my family was waiting, along with my friends.

The first person that greeted me was Steve. He was always the first to greet me, no matter the place or occasion. In his hand, he held my favorite slippers, fuzzy and cozy and just what my feet needed.

“Aww, Stevie, you brought me slippers?” I cooed, pouting at his kind gesture.

“When you told me you were wearing those ridiculous heels I knew I needed to bring them so I wouldn’t have to listen to you complain about your feet hurting.”

I ripped my heels off with a vengeance and replaced them with the slippers that had cute smiley faces on them, and my face matched the expression. I pulled Steve into a hug so tight I thought we might suffocate each other, breathing him in.

“This is why you’re my best friend,” I hummed into his chest.

We didn’t let go of each other for a minute or two, soaking in the moment. Our hugs were always like that. It always felt like we were never going to see each other again. Only this time, we really weren’t. He didn’t know that, though.

He pulled away, looking in my eyes, a sparkle in his that was all for me. His eyes trailed down to my open gown and the dress under it, and he raised his brows.

“You look good.”

“Just good?”

“Really good.”

And that moment dragged on with a heated glance shared between us, eyes locked on each other and refusing to move until Robin barreled over to us, kids in tow and Eddie following.

“Quit hogging her, dingus, she’s too pretty to only talk to you,” she rolled her eyes, hugging me tightly and chit chatting about the ceremony. Steve stayed quiet though, and that heated gaze didn’t dissipate. Something felt different. Something was off, in the best way.

My family joined us, offering to bring us all back to the cabin for a barbecue and we eagerly agreed. I rode with Steve, naturally, the kids rode with my parents, and Eddie and Robin took his van.

The ride felt longer than it should’ve, tension in the air.

“Steve, what’s happening?” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“We’ve never run out of things to talk about,” I shrugged, leaning over to brush a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

“We haven’t run out of things to talk about. It’s just, sometimes when I’m with you, nothing needs to be said.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“I think so,” he glanced at me, his eyes sharp and cutting into my heart, right where I wanted him most. Right where he already was.

Minutes later, we pulled in the rough driveway, my hair flying all over my face. He chuckled, smoothing it out over my head before we got out, joining everyone else by the lake.

“They’ve got it decked out,” I commented as we approached, and Steve just smiled bashfully. “Did you have something to do with this?”

“Maybe.”

I giggled lightly, turning away from him to greet everyone else.

“Y/N, Steve, you made it!” my mom beamed, pulling us into a hug, “I see you ditched the gown!”

“Yeah, it was itchy,” I grimaced, remembering the horrible material.

“Well I wanted to take pictures but we can do it later,” she shrugged, leading us to the picnic table. The benches were full, though, so Steve pulled a big folding chair up and sat down, pulling me down beside him, my legs over his lap. That wasn’t unusual for us, we were always touchy and feely, always beside eachother somehow. Nobody even found it odd anymore, though the jokes about us getting together never ceased.

Everyone laughed and had a good time, and as the night wore on, I got a little sleepy. Steve and I had been up and about, but we were back in our chair, my head laid in the crook of his neck and his arms around me.

“Wanna go for a walk?” he asked me, watching everyone else continue their good time. I nodded, standing up. He stood up after me, grabbing my hand and leading me away.

We walked through a trail in the woods we’d found the first time we snuck out to the cabin together.

“Remember the first time we came out here?” he asked me, and I nodded with a laugh.

“I slipped in mud and fell on my ass. I fractured my foot, too, and I couldn’t walk. I was disgusting, but you still carried me back to the car.”

“I don’t mind getting a little dirty,” he shrugged with a wink, and I rolled my eyes. “Not with you, at least.”

Finally, we reached our destination, a clearing by the water. It had the prettiest view of the sky.

“Swim with me,” he stated, as if it was more of a demand than a question.

“Steve!” I huffed, “I can’t swim in this dress!”

“Then take it off. You have on a bra and panties, right?”

“Well… y-yeah, but-“

“Just do it. You only graduate high school once, do something crazy with me! We’re best friends, right?” he coerced, squeezing my hands and pulling me closer to the water.

I sighed, nodding slowly. “Will you unzip me?”

He walked behind me and laid his hands on my shoulders. They were warm and heavy, his grip on me soft but firm. his fingers trailed down my back to the little metal piece and he pulled it down, exposing black lace and my plain black thong. I turned to him, letting the white material fall to the ground, and the way his eyes lingered in all the places a friend shouldn’t look was hard to miss.

“Why would you wear that to graduate?” he asked, “Were you planning on getting lucky tonight!”

“I’m already lucky tonight, Steve,” I sighed, “I’m with you. Now take off your clothes and come on!”

He chuckled, his eyes darker than they’d been a moment ago, and pulled his shirt over his head, then kicking off his pants. I was greedy taking him in, his boxers tight and leaving little to the imagination.

Steve and I had seen each other like that before. We’d walked in on each other changing, and we’d swam in regular swimsuits. All of our insecurities had already been exposed so many times, so none of them even mattered at all. This felt different, though. Being in nothing but dainty lingerie had me shy, exposed.

He approached me slowly, his hands landing on my hips, his eyes meeting mine and staying. He was so close I could feel his body heat radiating off of him, goosebumps prickling my skin.

“Race you,” he smirked suddenly, twirling me out of the way and sliding past me, running to the water and jumping in. I rolled my eyes and laughed, following him and jumping on his back. We fell into a fit of giggles together as he tossed me off, pulling me into his front instead.

The giggles died out, replaced by heavy breath.

“I won,” he whispered.

“What’s your prize?” I responded breathily.

He groaned, leaning his head down into my neck and inhaling.

“You’re driving me crazy. You’re my best friend. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t what?”

“Shouldn’t love you so much.”

“I love you too, Steve,” I giggled, but he stopped me, his thumb running over my bottom lip.

“I don’t think I could’ve made it these last couple years without you,” he admitted. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me. Don’t tell the kids.”

“Oh, I won’t, they’d be crushed,” I nodded dramatically.

For a second I thought he’d kiss me. I thought he’d kiss me and I wouldn’t have to leave. He leaned in so close, his lips were less than a breath away from mine. But then he pulled to the side and kissed my cheek instead, then trailed his lips down, ghosting over the sensitive skin of my neck.

I let out a raspy breath, “Steve,” I barely moaned. I needed him so bad I could feel it, I could hear it and see it. I’d been in love with him for far too long. His hand tangled in my slightly wet hair, tugging lightly, pulling me in. His other landed on my side, trailing down my thigh and pulling my leg over his hip. I could feel everything, and I didn’t know how to take it all.

All of a sudden, he pulled away, his hand still in mine but the warmth gone. I whined at the loss of contact.

“We’re supposed to be swimming!” he chuckled, haphazardly pulling me under with him. And like that, the moment was replaced with something lighter, friendlier, but still close.

Later that night, Steve drove me back to my parents’ house. As he parked in the driveway, he turned to me.

“I can’t wait to see you again,” he whispered bashfully.

I stared at my lap, not knowing what to say. I wanted to tell him I was leaving, but he would just beg me to stay and wear me down until I agreed, and I would spend the rest of my life hanging on his arm next to whatever girl he wanted more than me. I was never going to be it for him. I was never going to be what he wanted. I wasn’t enough.

“Goodbye, Steve,” I gave him a sad smile and got out of the car, running inside the house.

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So my favorite character in The Brothers Sun is Taiwan. Like yeah Taiwan has its own shows and movies but it just feels Different to see Taiwan in a big international/American show! It’s SO cool actually and so um here are some thoughts I had and things I Noticed about different Taiwan scenes and things in the show idk

Episode 1

the opening shot of Taipei tells us this is a Thursday- the top of 101 is green and is a different color every day of the week

that corkscrew-shaped apartment building we see Charles living in is kind of an urban legend here in Taipei. They say it’s the most expensive place to live in the city, that each apartment has its own swimming pool, and that there’s an elevator specifically to bring cars up to display in your living room. No idea if the interiors look like that for real though

I was gonna say it’s pretty crazy he has an American-style oven in Taipei bc nobody does but actually in that apartment… yeah he probably would

afaik there’s not a way to (“legally”/officially) stream any of those famous British baking shows here rip

I do wonder if they actually filmed the opening scene in the corkscrew building or if they just really pay attention to detail because the skyline seen out the window matches up to what it would really look like from that part of the city

the shoes, I mean we all know about shoes-off houses but yeah

豆漿. Soy milk. Yeah

They definitely eat Hi-chews in one of these scenes

Episode 2

It makes way more sense for the guys to have snuck out for shaved ice as kids than youtiao… I’m just saying… like would *I* do that yes but it’s usually just like. A thing you eat with soup or breakfast

Episode 3

“Are you sure you can handle-“ “the heat? I’m from Taiwan.” lmfao BITCH Taiwan has some of the blandest cuisine I’ve ever tasted (he does think it’s too spicy tho lol)

“Keelung. A fishing village just north of Taipei.” Okay like I can see how the older generation would call it that but it’s actually a whole ass city…

Episode 5

Not a Taiwan thing but the Maotai made me laugh. It’s like the Coca Cola of Chinese baijiu and imho it’s just as awful as every other brand

Episode 6

ok the episode that made me want to make this list

the Costco shit IS funny because vitamins, baby formula, that’s all the good stuff you want to bring back from abroad BUT actually we have Costco in Taiwan and can easily get a lot of that stuff? This concept imo would fit a lot better for China than Taiwan. It’s still very much a thing to load your suitcase up with baby formula on the way home to China, and there’s actually a huge smuggling business bringing it in through Hong Kong but I digress

Idk why I’m happy to hear Changhua and Douliu mentioned in an American TV show… Seriously, I don’t know. They’re kind of like nowhere places I’ve never even been. I just feel like everyone’s grandparents live there.

Even the way they film Mama Sun on the plane. Like the Mandarin music in the background with the announcement for Taoyuan airport… to me it feels specifically like a transpacific flight to Taiwan lolol but that’s definitely like a bias probably

Okay not to be SO nitpicky but so when she looks out the window on the plane to see Taipei 101 etc I’m not sure about that? The airport is actually in another city and I feel like I usually come in around and over the ocean or something?

But WOW the taxi scene my favorite scene it’s SO visceral and SO Taiwan… the street, the lights, the Cosmed/Mos Burger/7-Eleven, the street noises, like I can FEEL Taiwan through the screen and HER FACE taking it all in I WANT TO SOB

The temple, beautiful like this episode makes me believe Michelle Yeoh is Taiwanese lol

I appreciate the viscerality of the night market shots too but it seemed a bit empty

Okay so Mama Sun’s mom is super rich too based on where she lives which I guess it makes sense. But what I am curious about is the story about why they’re speaking Cantonese because Taiwan has a lot of languages but that’s not one of them like officially at all. I wonder if there’s a character backstory there or they just like. Didn’t want to bother teaching Michelle how to speak Minnan or something

The cemetery too is so fancy, I mean it fits but wow that’s expensive real estate

In the hospital scene, Taipei 101 is lit blue out the window, making it a Friday. Has everything in the show so far happened in only 8 days?

Episode 7

“Last night the Boxers made their move” 101 says it’s Tuesday for anyone keeping track

I LOST it at the Foodpanda driver assassin the first time I saw this… So Taiwan

Big fancy church in Taipei? I know they exist but I’ve never seen one in person (like 2%? of the country is Christian)

A mom bringing back tea as a souvenir from Taiwan? 100% real

Episode 8

RAW is a real restaurant in Taipei. It’s very fancy and very expensive and had I think two Michelin stars. I don’t know ANYONE who’s actually been there lol

#the brothers sun #text #greatest hits #100

[jinxedmuse]

secret dating idol!svt — 95z line, & if you guys get caught

authors note: idk this just seemed fun! i wanna release a one shot for another member but i’m stuck between which one ;-; so for now we have this plz enjoy!!!

warnings: uhm reader is famous but it fluctuates between each member (ie: actor, idol, etc)? , should be gender neutral but tbh may (???) come off as fem.

choi seungcheol

probably another idol (+ leader) he liked how you managed your group and definitely gives off the vibe he’d approach first if he was really interested.. which thankfully, he was!

dates (although rare bcs ur both busy taking care of ur children, ie: team members lol) definitely consist of: driving around the very low-key parts of seoul, pre reserved dinners at extremely exclusive restaurants, weekend golf dates at elite and selective country clubs (with matching outfits), and obviously going over his place to sleep in and play w/ kkuma!

surprises you with gifts every time you can meet! or, he’ll just have it directly ordered to your place. definitely have an over flow of couple items like that man is as obvious as can be without completely blowing the lid over??

he wants matching couple rings sooo bad but he knows that svt is known for their pinky rings & people would immediately notice if he had another one that he suspiciously never took off.. hm? so he’d opt for matching sweat suits (ie: hoodie/sweatpants sets/athletic sets/lounge sets etc). he’d buy you the gray ver of his all black adidas sweatsuit and everyone would be like.. wait a min? but also can’t pin point if they’re overthinking it (hint: they’re not ;)

when things get serious, and they most likely will, he’s probably the best long term partner ever.

yes, he’s a man at the end of the day so obviously he’d wanna have fun and we do not know him outside svt content BUT i feel like he already has so much responsibilities to bare and he’s too busy to even be dating but he chose to! with you! because he likes (dare i say loves) you a lot! so why would he wanna waste his precious time that he barely has??

definitely gets matching tattoos with you somewhere down the line. i feel like if you guys were like YEARS into it , parents have met, etc etc then he’d get your initials on his ring finger or somewhere on his back or along his neck :(

at this point, dispatch has a wholeeee book on you guys. definitely planning to expose y’all as the new years couple but you know hybe is swimming in money so they paid them off and saved your asses! aka, you don’t get caught.

lucky you!

yoon jeonghan

probably dating a idol or well known model. either way, you’re both known for your otherworldly visuals! you guys met at a exclusive ysl event/after party and he asked his manager to talk to your manager and boom! things went off.

dates are actually pretty regular. don’t get me wrong, you both have pretty hectic schedules, and yours are pretty random because you never know which city you need to be in next but since you both don’t like doing as much interviews/variety shows as your counterparts, you use that time on dates!

you guys reserve 1- sometimes 2 hour tours at those interactive park places (where you can hold/feel animals etc) and takes lots of pictures for each other (which means matching lovestagram!!!) , you guys go on secretive sauna dates to catch up on your work weeks, and hang out at each other’s apartment while eating your fav food at odd hours lol!

LOVEEE couple items! matching lego sets, pet rocks, any new jewelry he gets, especially if it’s a bracelet, he buys another one for you and you guys wear them 24/7 like seriously it doesn’t come off! would probably even get the cartier love bracelet if he wasn’t so dedicated to ysl…

fans are saurrrrrr suspicious because like.. is he even trying to be subtle or are they just making it up in their head??? svt would be playing the character quiz and you’d come up and his brain would literally malfunction like all he can do is smile and apologize for “getting you wrong” while the rest of the members are trying to (not so) swiftly move on.. yeah!

you guys are definitely the on and off type! nothing toxic just every time you both get genuinely TOO busy you’d cool off from each other and bounce back like nothing happened.

i feel like he’d want something long term but wouldn’t be too set on marriage? idk, if you guys did end it wouldn’t be on a bad note and you’d both just play it off (to the public) as if you were always “just” friends but bffr.. anyway!

you guys wouldn’t necessarily get exposed by dispatch/a news outlet but both your fandoms would like low-key know you had something going on and respect that privacy.

joshua hong

i can see him dating a gorgeous high class actor/actress. you guys meet at an award show and slowly got to know each other before comfortably settling into a relationship.

dates are superrr frequent, even your personal managers are shocked because damnn that devotion? you guys already told them that any free time you have in your bustling scheduals go to each other. very cute.

dates are very spontaneous and depend on where you are. believe it or not most dates are at home and consist of you laying your head in his lap as he makes bracelets and you revising your lines. (as with ll the boys) you get backstage concert privilege with kisses between sets and he visits you on set with coffee trucks for everyone and your fav pick me up snack if you're feeling down during filming.

couple items are very low-key! he's known for his handmade jewelry so he'll give you one or two but anymore will land ya'll in the mouse trap. so the more intimate matching things never see the light of day.

fans start getting suspicious when they realize that all the films or dramas he's been recommending lately have you in it but he just plays it off that he's been getting interested in more films during his down time and you became his favorite actress/tor .. right! also you suddenly keep singing seventeen songs (his parts) in your behind the scenes and they're just like..? okay maybe you just really go into seventeen outta no where.. whatever that means!

you both are very private people by nature so you guys leave 0 trace behind when planning dates etc like everyone is signing NDA's lol! so dispatch (and your fans) may have a feeling, but they have no proof.

does have marriage in mind for the long run but you guys would date for a longgggg time before that like 5+ years. would probably announce it randomly after you guys are satisfied with your career and respected enough to the point people don't throw a fuss but are genuinely happy for you. ya'll end up nicknamed: the nations unexpected but ultimate visual couple, for sure!

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#svt fanfic #svt x reader #svt imagines #svt fluff #seventeen #svt scenarios #svt kpop #choi seungcheol #joshua hong #svt 95z #yoon jeonghan #scoups headcanons #svt joshua fluff #jeonghan fluff #jinxedmuse #Spotify

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Its a Game pt.6

[ A/n ] - Hey everyone here is part 6 i had to cut it a bit short so i could get to the good bits in part 7 that i am currently writing and i also started another multy part story that i think y'all will like!

[ Pairing ] - Harry Styles x Reader!, Dylan O'Brien x Reader!

[ Genre ] -  angst

[ Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 ]

[ Masterlist ]

Harry drove home from seeing you with a million thoughts swimming in his head. Why did he say he loved you? That was fucking stupid. I mean, it is true. He did love you but obviously it was the wrong time. Had he really taken so long to realize your intentions were greater than you let on? He really should have thought about that more. These sequences of events were a product of not needing to think when he was with you. Not seeing you for months then having an awkward encounter with you and then weeks later he pulls up to see you in a parking garage and says he loves you. I mean what the fuck. Who does that? Harry apparently does that now. Gone are his days of confident mystery. Perhaps he should learn to think when he’s near you. To be independent of you. Despite this, he’s regretting the timing of his impulses and now you know he loves you and you still will go home to another man. How was he supposed to process this and now having to see you at the festival? Rehearsal after rehearsal and then a whole weekend of you. Perfect you.

The thoughts consumed his mind the whole drive back to his LA home. The car pulled into his driveway, and he shut the door as he fished for the key to his house in his bag. The welcoming smells of laundry and cleaning products filled his nose with a scrunch. He needed to sort himself out. He used to come home to his NY apartment and smell you. Your vanilla and cinnamon scented perfume. Like cookies fresh out of the oven. Warm and truly inviting the opposite of the chemicals and detergent stinging his nose currently.

The days before the start of rehearsal seemed to drag on. Meeting after meeting and workout sessions in between for both harry and yourself. In total it had been about a week since you asked him to meet you at the garage. Dylan still didn’t know, and you still couldn’t get Harry’s declaration off your mind.

***

“And then he stood there with that fucking smirk of his and was like ‘I Lov youu’ I mean who says that after you just told them why you needed space in the first place.” You punctuated your sentence with a hard smack to a punching bag. You never would have caught yourself in the gym before all this Coachella nonsense. Yes, you were grateful blah blah blah, but this was some serious stuff. Asara joined you on occasion and this was one of those times. Blass your personal trainer he’s heard a ton of drama fall from your lips. Asara grinned and held back a laugh at your impression of the man. The two of you hit the bags in tandem as the conversation continued.

“I think he just misses you. You were on and off for so long you know.” Asara spoke between the sounds of fist hitting bags. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, he missed me while he was fucking another woman high off coke.” You punched the bag and Asara chuckled.

“Y/n he tried to tie you down several times, and I remember you always ran away every time he tried. Now, that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t have used his words, but the man did try. And don’t act like you don’t partake.” Asara stood off to the side as she finished her set.

“That’s not what I mean. He just gets carried away and I don’t mind taking care of him after he’s faded but it’s not healthy to do it that much. And as for trying to tie me down… I was completely loyal to him, and he knew that. I want to be shown off and he wants to be secretive and private.” You paused for a second to remove your boxing gloves. “We never saw eye to eye, but I love him too.”

“Right and now that you can both agree on something what are you going to do about Dylan?” Asara made a good point, and you weren’t sure how to break the news.

***

“Do you think I’m ready for this?” You looked up at Dylan with fear in your eyes. It was starkly different than any look he has seen on your face before. He always knew what to say but this time he just sort of looked at you. You looked to him for something. Anything would have been fine just anything to let you know that he could level with you in this moment. You were searching, reaching for anything in the deep recesses of his eyes and you couldn’t find anything.

 His lips turned into a smile, and he pulled you in close. For Dylan in this moment, he was so proud of you that words weren’t enough. You allowed yourself to be pulled to the hug, but your arms stayed at your side. It was eerily frustrating for you. Being spoon fed the idea that he wanted to give you what you deserved, and you deserved more you needed more. You needed what Harry could give you. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him speaking with his production team and you glanced between the two men. When your eyes settled back on Dylan, you knew you needed him to leave. The two of you stood backstage at a mock rehearsal for the night you were to perform on stage at Coachella. Voices and the sounds of metal scraping against each other while the sun beat down on the field. Dylan decided to join you for moral support, but you felt so separated from him. It was like he did understand what you needed in that moment to help you feel better. You stared at the wall and your mind went blank. This had to stop.

Harry stood off to the side with his team. Each of them primping him and measuring fabric for the show. He did a good job at staying impartial when Dylan was around. For the few times they ended up in the same room or when he saw a photo of him on his Instagram feed because you posted him, or he just happened to be in the photo. You didn’t fully warm up to him just yet and Harry knew you didn’t forgive him yet. In his mind he decided he needed to be on his best behavior to win you back and gain your trust. Harry couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t snooping, he definitely was. And he could tell Dylan was doing a shit job at comforting you. The guy looked nervous enough for both of you.

“Um I gotta go Dylan.” You spoke softly and pulled away from him after he placed a kiss to the top of your head. You looked disappointed if harry could even say that. Dylan seemed to take the hint and disappeared off to sit with your friends. The dress rehearsal was dragging on for everyone so harry could imaging you felt stuck right now. Nervous and unsure who to talk to. Having a solution come to mind he made his way over to you. At first you didn’t notice. You were marking beats and paces in your head like he does, and it made him smile to think about you valuing his creative process.

Harry decided you needed space and he leaned onto his team as they finished the preparations. He would be back in two nights to perform, and you would be joining him on stage. His nerves caught up to him and he was glad you were off with your people so he couldn’t make a fool of himself again. You looked good though even in your comfortable clothes to practice. Your hips hit every marked beat and he almost got lost watching you.

The next day of rehearsal went by fast, and you were up late again practicing for the show. Beat after beat and step after step, you went over it in your head until it was time to gather backstage. You arrived at the venue the next day in a pink dress. A car service picked you up and your team met up with you. Flashes of light and screams cold been seen a mile away from the stage. Harry was prepped and ready to descend upon the crowd. You stood off to the side and took deep breaths. Harry saw you from the corner of his eye and looked over. You looked so scared. So different from how he was used to seeing you. You looked so vulnerable.

“You’re going to be great darling.” His voice carried a low register that caught your attention through your in-ears. He had walked over to comfort you. The glitter on his outfit fell to the ground like snowflakes and you stared at the glistening specks. For some reason, the closer he got to you the slower your heart began to beat.

“Give me your hands.” His voice was firm but soft as to not call attention to you. You listen despite all that has happened and how much you wanted to walk away and be alone. Your hands fit into his so perfectly. Harry held onto you gently and rubbed his thumbs onto your palms. Your breathing was shallow, but you stayed in that spot not daring move your sight from the floor.

“Look at me darling.” That pet name would haunt you if this ended up anymore tragically. Harry caught your eye, and you stared right back at him. His eyes didn’t give anything away that he didn’t want them to, and you just stood there looking into his eyes for a few minutes. You wanted to cry. Dylan could have never comforted you like this. All these months and weeks replayed over and over in your mind as you held hands with Harry.

“Just look for me if you feel nervous out there, okay? Focus on me.” Harry let go of your hands and walked up the stairs. You closed your eyes, and you could hear the excitement in the crowd build. The screams got louder and louder as the music began to play and he walked out. Secretly your heart was doing flips. Warmth flushed your face, and you gave Harry a small smile. He brushed his thumb against your face and turned to walk on stage. You stood back and looked at the crowd as he started to perform. The opening notes of adore you began to play, and the audience went crazy.

Three songs and then you heard your cue. Walking closer and closer to the stage you heard your song begin to play through the speakers and the beat matched up with your heart.

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y/nandharryshipper1 y/nrry for lifeeeeee

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Harryfan54 stop they are for sure meant to be together.

Y/nnnfan22 y’all acting like she isn’t in a relationship rn

Reply to Y/nnnfan22 y/nrryshipper9 right lol its weird even for me. Like I get it but harry is definitely in over his head with this one.

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Yyy/nn3 baby’s first Coachella tyyy @\harrystyleshq for inviting meee

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Y/nnnfann0 bae looking so fucking good

Harrystyleshq loved having you

Harryfan96 Harry gets to have that any time he wants and I’m jealous

You put your phone down after looking back at the post. A notification flashed at the top that Dylan had posted and for some reason you wanted to keep him out of your mind. Now Harry isn’t stupid, and he especially isn’t stupid when he’s sober. He saw how fast you ignored the notification. He didn’t quite see who it was from when you put your phone down so fast, but he guessed it was from Dylan. He would be lying if he said it didn’t amuse him but the idea that you still gave an ounce of energy to that man made him feel detached from reality. The room was cold like he asked for it to be, but his neck felt hot. The veins in his arms bulged for a second and then before he could succumb to the jealousy you started speaking.

“Thank you.” You sounded so meek and shy. Fixing yourself like a teenager on a first date. Is this what he’s done to you? His darling used to be a spitfire. Real sassy and sickeningly sweet with her attitude. “Thank you.” If this were almost a year ago, he would have you pinned to a wall already. Fuck your “thank you” He needed that feeling back in full force. This simmering tension was frustrating. Was he just supposed to stay away from you? He knew you wanted him back. You didn’t have to say it, that’s what this whole game was about. Harry has studied you and the way you act the only thing that made this different the other times you’ve played cat and mouse with him is that you found a new toy to fuck around with. “You look fucking amazing.” Harry sighed and shifted on the sofa the pair of you were sitting on. He wasn’t lying the skirt you were wearing was low cut and your waist was twisted and curved like when he used to hit it from behind. He should probably stop but who wouldn’t think about you like that?

You noticed that Harry was staring. Staring in your eyes studying you. Staring at your clothes or lacking thereof. Staring at your lips imagining God knows what and you stared right back. It was almost like how you see in the movies. You moved in slow motion as you scooted closer to him on the seat. Your legs crossed and your hands were cradling your phone. Harry sat opposite of you with his legs spread comfortably. His arms were lying over the back of the sofa. The two of you were sure there were more glamorous couches to be lounging on, but the accommodation wasn’t of concern when your lips met for the first time in months. Something about the kiss was electric. Your phone fell to the floor as harry pulled you closer. The position was awkward with your arm trapped between his body and yours. Your legs remained crossed until Harry’s hand gripped the skin of your exposed thigh. His firm palms and fingertips massaged the muscles you had been using to dance all night. Neither of you broke for air until your phone began to ring from the floor.

Harry leaned forward and picked up the device first. His mood dampened as he saw the name flash across the screen. In a split second it crossed Harry’s mind to decline the call on your behalf. All it would take is one swipe of a finger, one press of a button. He would have his lips back on yours in a second. You sat across from him looking expectantly with wide innocent eyes. Such a loud juxtaposition from the smudged lipstick smeared across your plush mouth. And all the nasty things he knew you could do and say with it. You were so beautiful and the second you answered the call you wouldn’t be his anymore.

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Chlorine and Nicotine

Pairing: Jaden Hossler x Reader

Warnings/tags: Smut , Age Gap (reader is in her 30’s) tipsy hookup (consent implied) mentions of prior divorce, pregnancy, c section and children. Body image issues /self conscious reader . Mention of coopers death/fentanyl poisoning.

A/N: 5.5k words! This one’s for the self conscious and tired mamas on this app. Go find yourself a Jaden lol

You and your two other friends, Ashley and Liz, had planned the perfect getaway to celebrate your messy divorce being finalized: A child-free, 7 day, all-inclusive, 21+ cruise to the Bahamas. Tickets were purchased, excursions were selected, trustworthy babysitters were hired and bags were packed, there’s only one thing you all forgot…

“Is it just me or are we like the oldest ones here?” You ask your friends, looking around as you all board the cruise ship.

“Yeah, I noticed that too— seems like mostly college kids for some reason?” Liz responds.

Just then you all notice the banner on the side of the ship ‘Spring Break 2023’!

The three of you, having been out of school for close to two decades already, had completely forgotten this week was usually spring break.

“Ugh,” Ashley groans, “I can’t believe we forgot. I was hoping we could all get some much needed rest and a full night's sleep this week without our kids, not be kept up by a bunch of frat boys and sorority girls partying.”

“Hey, you know what? As long as I’m with you guys I’m sure we’ll still have a great time, even if they do keep us up. Besides you know the saying ‘if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. When was the last time any of us got to let loose and party a little?” You reply.

“True,”

“Yeah, you’re right,” your friends answer in unison.

“Ok,well now that that’s settled, first order of business is finding our cabin, changing into our bikinis, and working on our tans while we sip margaritas pool side.” You instruct. “Let’s go!”

**********

“Whooof!” You exhale. “I’m getting hot. I’m gonna go take a dip in the pool and cool off real quick. I’ll be right back.” You head into the pool.

“Ash, do you hear that? I think those guys next to us on the right are talking about Y/N. Listen,” Liz says, keeping her voice low..

“— yeah the one in the yellow floral two piece… right there … she just got into the pool… she’s a total MILF bro—“

“Okay, I’m back, mmmn that cold water was refreshing. Did I miss anything?” You joke, knowing you were only gone for a minute.

“You did actually,” Ashley speaks in a whisper “Apparently you’re a Milf!” Liz adds.

“Says who!?” You laugh.

“Shhhh! Liz warns. “That little cutie right over there,” She nods in his direction. “The one in the black swim trunks.”

Descretly, you turn to see who your friends are talking about.

“Oh my god, I’m pretty sure I have jeans in my closet older than him! You scoff before taking another look. “I mean… he is pretty cute though— solid body, lots of tattoos.

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you actually do,” Ashley laughs. Which reminds me we need to go shopping and update that wardrobe of yours, I haven’t seen you in anything but leggings for the past 6 years.”

“Ugh I know! It’s because nothing fits! It’s been 6 years since I had the twins and I’m still not back to my pre-baby weight,” you sulk. “Plus I’ve been so busy taking care of them and putting them first, I haven’t even had time to think about me. And now with the divorce and paying my lawyer— money’s tight. If it wasn’t for you guys paying my share of this trip, I wouldn’t have been able to go, and lord knows I need the break. I can’t thank you guys enough.”

“Aww you’re so welcome,” Liz hugs you.

“You deserve it,” Ashley says, patting your shoulder.

“Sorry, I’m being a negative Nancy. Fuck all our problems! We’re here to escape them and have fun!” You state. “Anyone else getting hungry, I could totally go for a burger?”

**********

At night, the pool area transforms into somewhat of a night club, with drinks, dancing, swimming and fun events— tonight’s is a singles lap dance competition.

“Good Evening,cruisers!!! The lap dance competition is about to begin,” the event organizer announces. “I need three single people to volunteer to receive a lap dance, raise your hand if your single and would like to receive a lap,” he shouts loud and enthusiastically as if announcing a wrestling match.

“Oh my god y/n! You should totally do it!” Ashley squeals, trying to raise your hand for you.

“No way, are you crazy?” You laugh pulling your hand back down.

“C’mon y/n, you’re single now , and when was the last time you had a hott guy on top of you?”

“Not within the last eight years, I know that much!” Liz sasses, wide-eyed taking a sip of her drink, and making you spit out yours.

“Fair enough,” you cough out after practically choking. “Fine I’ll do it,” you agree,the liquid courage you’ve been sipping on, helping to release your inhibitions.

“Alright, I just need one more volunteer!”

You adjust your bathing suit and raise your hand.

“ Ok pretty lady, c’mon up,” the DJ calls out. You head up onto the stage, your friends laughing, screaming and cheering you on. “Now I’m gonna need some volunteers to give the lap dances. Let’s start with this pretty lady right here,” the DJ motions to you. “Who wants to give this beautiful woman a lap dance?”

You look out into the crowd watching as a few hands go up. One in particular catches you eye, and you try to place why he looks slightly familiar, and then it hits you; it’s the young guy your friends overheard calling you a MILF earlier in the day.

“Alright, take your pick,” the DJ tells you.

“Him—the one with the dark hair and tattoos,” you point into the audience, before taking a seat on the folding chair on stage.

“You heard her, my man, c’mon up,” the DJ calls him to the stage.

He stands in front of you wearing his black swim trunks from earlier but is now also sporting a white tank top and a forward facing baseball cap. You can feel his eyes looking down at you, checking you out while waiting for the other contestants to choose their lap dance partner.

“Let’s get it started!” the DJ announces. “At the end of the song, y’all are gonna help me decide the winner,” he says, speaking to the audience. “Let’s gooo!!”

Sam Smith’s ‘Unholy’ starts bumping from the speakers and your tattooed partner throws his head back in a brief laugh at the song choice, before locking eyes with you. He wastes no time getting close; stepping forward so that both of your legs are sandwiched between his wide stance. With one hand on your shoulder he begins rolling his body in your lap, his free hand quickly grabbing his hat and turning it backwards so the brim doesn’t hinder his view of you. He glides that same hand down his torso over his white tank to its hem, bunches the material in his hand and slides it up, exposing his perfectly toned abs. You smirk, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight. He removes his hand from your shoulder and uses both hands to peel his tank off completely, tossing it down on the stage. Then he slides his thumbs into the waistband of his swim trunks purposely lowering them, his prominent V-lines on full display, along with a fuzzy line of hair descending from his navel. Your eyes follow the trail down until it meets a small patch just barely visible peeking out the top of his swim trunks. Your mind wanders, imaging what’s below—imaging what he’s working with. The trance you’re in is broken when he places one of your hands flat on his chest, inviting you to touch him while he moves in your lap. You let your hand glide down over the topography of his body, your fingertips exploring the hills and valleys of muscle as you go, stopping when your hand reaches the horizon where flesh meets material, even though your hand craves to continue its descent. As if he can read your mind, he pushes your hand lower, pressing his half hard bulge against your palm as he rolls his hips insync with the last ‘unholy’ of the song before it ends.

“Alright it’s time to vote. Let me hear you give it up for couple number one,” the DJ instructs. The audience claps, cheers and hoots. “Alright, a alright, now make some noise for couple number two.” A slightly louder roar of cheer and applause echoes under the night sky. Your sexy partner stands behind you with his hands on your shoulders as you both await your turn.“And last but not least couple number three.” The crowd goes wild with thunderous clapping,and high pitched whistles —your friends cheers the loudest of them all. “We have a clear winner here tonight, folks,” the DJ announces. “Winning by a landslide…couple number three!”

Tattooed arms unexpectedly scoop you up off the chair, running bridal style off the stage and towards the pool with you. You playfully shriek and laugh the whole way until … splash... he jumps in the water with you. When you both surface again, your hungry mouths are attacking one another like prey: desperate and determined. He moves forward in the water, pinning you against the side of the pool with his body as you devour each other— all lips, tongue, teeth and flesh. His skin tastes like chlorine, his kisses- a hint of nicotine; and just as addictive. Underwater, he teases a hand up your inner thigh and begins gently rubbing you through the fabric of your bathing suit. You allow it, encourage it actually—rocking your hips to press yourself firmer against his fingertips. You can feel how hard he is through his swim trunks and you opt to help him out, grasping his hard cock through the thin veil of fabric. You work each other into a sexual frenzy and it’s not long before his fingers transcend the boundary of your bathing suit bottoms, pushing the fabric aside and inserting two slender fingers inside of you. You follow his lead, sinking your hand into his swim trunks and wrapping your fingers tightly around him.

Maybe it’s the fact that he’s a complete stranger who’s name you don’t even know, or that he’s much younger than you, or perhaps even because no one besides your ex-husband has touched you this intimately in years, but you feel a familiar sense of heightened arousal that can only compare to the giddy exhilaration of your first sexual experience. God the nostalgia!—Back when just the novelty of making out, and touching each other was enough. Back when foreplay still existed, before the busyness of life and motherhood had you trading sex for sleep. Or swapping making love for quickies during naptime.

Every swirl of his tongue, curl of his fingers, and flick of your wrist has you feeling renewed, awake and alive again. You never want this to end but your body is chasing after the high it so desperately wants bucking against his palm while his fingers caress that sweet spot inside of you. As your orgasm begins to build, your grip on him falters so he places his free hand over yours, helping you stroke him. The feeling of your walls squeezing his fingers as you cum is so sexy to him that he finishes shortly after you.

Since the moment he jumped into the pool with you in his arms, you’ve been in your own world, oblivious to anything or anyone around you. It’s not until you start coming down from your high that the outside world starts to trickle back in: the music, the people, the sounds of your friends cheering your name. You turn to the direction of the noise in search of your friends, but a series of cannonballs by a group of guys momentarily blocks your view before you finally spot them. When you turn back after locating them, the boy is gone.

***********

The next morning in line for the breakfast buffet you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder.

“Hey, sorry about last night. My name’s Jaden by the way,” he holds out his hand.

“I’m y/n,” you shake his hand. “What exactly are you sorry about? I may have been a little tipsy, but I remember having a great time.” You give a small smirk.

“Ok, good,” he smiles “I was worried I got a little too caught up in the moment and took things too far,” he admits. “But mostly I’m sorry I disappeared on you like that. My buddies almost drowned me with their cannonballs and I wanted to spare you from having to see me choke to death and squirt water out of my nose.” He laughs.

“Fair. You’re forgiven,” you joke. “Can I ask you something?

“Of course, ask away.”

“How old are you?” You brace yourself for the answer, but at least you know he’s at least twenty one.

“Twenty two, you?”

“Oh god, umm let’s just call it mid 30’s” you answer, slightly embarrassed, and worried about how he might react.

“Can I ask you a question now?” He asks.

“Sure.”

“I’d like to spend some more time with you today. Would you like that?” He asks.

“Wait, so your not bothered by me being much older than you?” You question.

“Not at all,” he smirks. “Sooo is that a yes then?”

“I-I dunno..” you're sure he just wants to hook up again , and you don’t want to give him that impression. Last night was just a heat of the moment thing.

“I just wanna talk, get to know you. Hands to myself this time, promise,” he replies as if he’s read your mind.

“Okay,” you agree. “My friends and I have a dolphin excursion during the day and dinner reservations at 6:00, so why don’t we meet somewhere around 8:00?”

“That works for me. Meet at the hot tubs?”

“Sounds good, I’ll see you then.” You answer.

**********

You head down to the deck with the hot tubs after dinner; bathing suit on and towel in hand. You know you’re going to be a few minutes early but you figure you’d get there before they get crowed. When you arrive however you see Jaden already in one of the hot tubs; his elbows resting on the edge, and a cigarette between two fingers. You know it’s a nasty habit and not good for his health but fuck - why does he look so good doing it.

“Hey,” you say, grabbing his attention.

“Shit!” He blows out a mouthful of smoke and ashes the cigarette out on the edge of the hot tub. “Sorry, bad habit, tryna quit. I wasn’t expecting you for like another ten minutes, thought I could sneak one in.”

“No worries,” you smile, stepping into the hot tub with him. “I expected there to be more people out here, thought I’d come early before they filled up.”

“Yeah, same,” he says as you scoot over next to him . “But apparently there’s supposed to be a rainstorm some time tonight, so maybe that’s why. Although I don’t really see why it would matter, like you’re in a bathing suit literally sitting in water anyways.” He shrugs. “So anyways, tell me about yourself. I’m guessing you’re not here on Spring Break too.” He laughs.

“Nope, celebrating my divorce actually,” you admit, holding up your left hand and wiggling your ring finger— a lighter band of flesh, where a ring once sat.

“Ooh brutal, sorry to hear that. Did you guys have kids together?” Jaden asks.

“Dont be. I’m glad it’s over. And yeah twin boys actually. They’re six. My moms watching them while we’re gone.”

“Aww, sweet” he smiles.

“How ‘bout you? I already know you’re here on Spring Break. Sooo ummm—ooh I know, tell me about your tattoos, do they have any special meaning or anything?

“Some I just liked, and some have meaning but this one’s the most important to me,” he points to a scrawling of repeated sentences that goes from his chest down his side. I got it for my best friend Cooper who passed away from fentanyl poisoning last year. I just didn’t know what say, didn’t know what to do after he passed , ya know, it’s like — “ he pauses a moment and swallows hard . “Fuck, I’m sorry. Let’s just talk about something else,”

“Sure, no problem. I understand” you say supportively, placing a hand on his shoulder.

The rest of your conversation is much more happy and upbeat —sharing your favorite movies, music, and books, where you both live and what you do for work. Also telling silly anecdotes about your childhoods, college life, motherhood and so on.

And then the rain starts; which you both agreed was no big deal but, unfortunately this rain is accompanied by thunder and lighting.

“Ugh, I was having a great time talking with you. Sorry the rain cut our little date short.” You say, sounding disappointed as you both quickly exit the hot tub.

“Is that what this was?” He smiles.

“Maybe,” you answer coyly with a shrug and flirty smile.

“If you’re okay with it, you can come back to my cabin and talk a little more, hangout, watch a movie or something,” he suggests. “But I totally understand if you're not comfortable with that. No pressure.”

“Sure, I’d like that,” you agree.

***********

“Shit, I just realized I don’t have anything dry to change into” you state upon entering his cabin. “And my rooms like on the complete other side of the ship. Do you have anything I could just throw on for now?”

“Uhhhm, sure,” Jaden looks around the room for something to give you. “Here you can wear this bathrobe,” he says, tossing you the white, terry cloth covering before sitting down on the bed.

In the corner of the room you turn, facing away from Jaden, put on the robe, and then descretly remove your bathing suit from under it.”

“What, no show?” Jaden jokes.

“You don’t wanna see, trust me.” You say, sounding down.

“Oh, but I do,” he laughs, but then stops when he notices you aren’t laughing too. Hey, what’s a matter. I’m just joking.I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable that wasn’t my intention. I don’t want you to think that’s why I invited you back to the room. You don’t have to show me anything you don’t want to.”

“It’s not that. I’m just really not comfortable in my own skin these days—haven’t been for a while actually. I love my kids to death but let’s just say pregnancy didn’t do my body any favors. You're young, you can have any hott girl with a tight little body. Why would you wanna see mine, it’s nothing to look at, I promise you.”

“I promise you you’re wrong. Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

You’re not sure what that consists of exactly, but you nod in agreement anyways. Jaden makes you feel so safe, and you could definitely use a confidence boost.

“C’mere,” Jaden leads you by your hand into the bathroom, and positions you in front of the mirror. “Can I take this off?” He whispers in your ear from behind you, as he places a hand on each of your robe covered shoulders. You meekly nod yes and he slips the garment off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet, leaving you completely nude. You fight the urge to cover yourself but the look of awe in Jaden’s eyes as he surveys your naked body helps melt away some of your insecurity. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breaths against your our neck. “Now what I want you to do is look in the mirror with me,” he instructs. You flick your eyes up to the mirror meeting his in the reflection. “I want you to tell me what you see when you look at yourself in the mirror—give it all to me, the good, the bad, the ugly, then I’m gonna tell you what I see.”

“I see someone I don’t recognize anymore. I used to be pretty, but now I have crows feet by my eyes, and my breasts have lost the perky fullness they had before breastfeeding two kids. It’s been six years and I still haven’t lost all the baby weight,” You poke at your stomach. “And I have this C-section scar from when my body failed to do the one thing it was literally designed to do!“ You start getting emotional. “My hips are so wide now, and my ass is huge , and don’t even get me started on the stretch marks on my inner thighs,” you sigh, holding back tears.

“First of all, you ARE pretty, I think you’re absolutely gorgeous. When I look at your eyes I don’t see crows feet— I see a million smiles and childhood summers spent having fun in the sun,” he says, making you smile. “That’s a million and one now,” he teases playfully. “Now, before I continue, do I have permission to touch you?”

“Permission granted,” you snicker “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dying to feel your hands on me again,” you admit, blushing.

“And my lips too?” He begins kissing slowly up the side of you neck, making every hair on your body stand on end with arousal.

“Mmmhm, yeah, that too.” You giggle coyly.

“And these,..”he continues, cupping you from behind, “I see breasts that nourished two beautiful babies,and still look plenty perky to me, especially these nipples,” he rolls the buds between his thumbs and pointer fingers. “I love how erect they are for me.” He tugs on them gently before moving his hands to your stomach. “You don’t need to lose a single pound, all I see is curves and there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s not the 90’s anymore where women had to be rail thin to meet some ridiculous standard of beauty— all bodies are beautiful. And besides you don’t give yourself enough credit for growing two human beings inside you, this was their home for nine months!” He grips your soft belly tightly as he speaks. “And this scar,” he traces his finger over it, causing a ticklish chill to run through you at the ghostly sensation— you still don’t have much feeling there. “This is not a failure, it’s a reminder of how your babies were able to safely enter this world when things didn't go quite as planned.” Your eyes begin to well with tears again, not with sadness, but from the joy of a guy you met less than twenty four hours ago helping you fall back in love with your body and realize all its accomplishments. “And your ass and hips— fuck, that might be my favorite part of your body. Do you know how many women literally pay thousands of dollars to make their hips and ass look like this?” He rubs his hands over the swell of your backside. “It’s literally perfect.” He says with a firm squeeze. “And these—” he places his fingertips on the jagged pink and white lines on your inner thigh and begins to trace them upwards. “These are a map, leading me to where I wanna be the most,” he slides his middle finger through your wetness, “God damn you’re soaked and we’re not even in the pool this time,” he teases. “I think you want me here too, huh?” He begins rubbing slow circles on your clit, “and I mean more than just my fingers this time,” he smirks at you in the mirror before pressing his growing erection against your backside, and his mouth to your neck.

“Mhm, fuck—“ you moan, tilting your head and reaching back to run your hand through his dark hair while he marks you. “Mmmm, Jaden… do you… do you have a condom? I mean, my tubes are tied but—”

“I just got tested before the cruise baby—I’m clean.” He states breathily, before reattaching his lips to your neck, and pulling himself free from his swim trunks with his free hand.

“Okaay,” you moan. “I-I trust you.”

He slips in with ease; both of you releasing a shaky breath at the feeling. And while you haven’t exactly seen his dick yet, you can tell that it’s big.

“Fuccck, you feel incredible!” He nips along your jawline as he begins to thrust — one tattooed hand on your hip and the other, full of your breast, holding you against him so you can watch. He begins with a slow, gentle rhythm, taking his time to fully appreciate your warmth and tightness with each lengthy stroke.

“Ohhhh, Jaden!” You moan breathily.

“Mmmh yeah—am I making you feel good, baby?”

“Ss-so good.” And you mean that in every way- not just sexually.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror. I want you to see how beautiful you look while I fuck you,” he rasps in your ear.

You watch Jadens thrusts grow more urgent, his hands more hungry as he claws and grabs at every square inch of flesh he can get his hands on. Because of him you’re able to watch unashamed, as your soft body jiggles everytime Jaden’s hips crash against your backside, the movement spurring him on even more. You’re able to see the undeniable desire in his eyes, hear the truth of his words.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy!” He grunts through clenched teeth, increasing the intensity and depth of his pace even more, as he grows close to orgasm.

You grip the bathroom counter in front of you and let your head hang down in overwhelming pleasure. With a firm but gentle hold of your throat, Jaden lifts your head back up to face your reflection.

“Don’t want you to miss the best part,” he teases.

And with one final thrust, he cums hard, filling you to the brim. The warm eruption triggers your own orgasm, splashing against Jaden’s pelvis and dripping down his tattooed thighs.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard before,” you admit after finally catching your breath, your legs still weak and trembling.

“I can believe that,” he laughs looking down at the mess you’ve made of him. “It was so fucking hott though…Shower then room service?”

“Sounds perfect” you smile, stepping into the shower with him.

The shower starts off innocent, with the intent of actually washing up and getting clean but when Jaden asks if he can help wash you, things heat up rather quickly. As he soaps up your breasts you feel something brush press against you and look down.

“Are you really hard again, already? You just came!”

“I’m young, I got the drive and the stamina to go all night if you want,” he smirks.

“I just might have to take you up on that,” you smirk back, reaching to grasp his cock. You give it a few teasing tugs before dropping to your knees.

He watches with his bottom lip between his teeth as you tease your tongue along the underside of his shaft , tracing the vein from hilt to tip. He lets out a low and breathy “Fuck” as the head disappears inside your mouth— the rest of his length soon to follow. He tastes of you, and the scent of chlorine still lingers on his skin, especially when you take him deep, your nose pressed into the neatly trimmed patch of hair on his pelvis. The same patch that was just slightly visible last night above the waistband of his low hung swim trunks. You remember the way your eyes followed his happy trail to it, your mind wondering what was below it. Now just barely twenty four hours later it’s been inside of you; first your pussy and now your mouth. Every bob of your head brings him closer, his pleasure building so much he can’t help but buck his hips, gently fucking into your mouth.

“Ohh, shit —Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He moans out, grabbing the back of your head with both hands holding you in place as he spurts down your throat. “Mhgmmmmmmmmm” he lets out a long and pleasure-filled moan, still pumping his hips in short stokes, enjoying the last tendrils of his orgasm before pulling out. “God damn, that was so good!” He praises your skills, making you blush. “Ok” he starts with a laugh “let’s try this again, shower then room service”

*****************

By the time room service arrives after your shower, you’re at it again, this time riding Jaden in bed— a position you haven’t been brave enough to do in quite some time. You’ve already cum and Jaden is dangerously close when you both hear the faint knock followed by “Room service.”

“Shit, don’t stop,” Jaden whispers to you before shouting to room service “Just—fuck, j-just leave it by the door!”

Another roll of your hips and he’s done for, eyes rolling back, chiseled body twitching under you, calling out your name as he cums for the third time tonight.

*********

“We definitely worked up an appetite,” Jaden laughs looking at all the now completely empty pile of dishes on the room service cart. “You save any room for dessert?”

“No way, I’m stuffed,” you answer.

“Well I did.” Jaden smirks pushing you back down on the bed, and spreading your legs, his head disappearing between your thighs.

“Ohhh Jaden …”

**********

In the morning Jaden wakes before you, he can’t help but watch you sleep, sofly swiping a single knuckle along your cheek as he admires your beauty. The sensation stirs you from your slumber. Your eyes still heavy with sleep blink open and Jaden’s face comes into focus.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” Jaden says, his husk, sleep laden, voice sounding so sexy. “It’s just that you're even beautiful when you sleep.”

“S’ok,” You murmur, with a smile. “Gotta get up anyways,my friends are probably wondering where the fuck I am.”

***********

You put your key card to the door of your cabin and the door clanks open rousing your friends from their sleep.

“Shit, what time is it?” Ashley asks, squinting at her phone. “Ten thirty two, sorry we woke up so late. I think me and Liz had a little too much to drink last night. I hope you weren’t bored waiting around for us.” Ashley apologizes. “Have you already been swimming this morning?” she asks noticing you're in a robe with your bathing suit dangling from your hand.

“Wait!” Liz interjects, “That’s the bathing suit you had on when you left for your date with -with that college boy, what’s his face—“

“It’s Jaden” you remind her.

“— you’re just getting back now, aren’t you!! You spent the night!?” Liz exclaims accusingly.

The hue of your cheeks and your guilty smile give you away. You take a seat on the edge of the bed and wait for the slew of questions you know you’re about to get pummeled with.

“Oh my god, did you sleep with him?” Ashley asks.

You answer wordlessly, pulling back the collar of the robe, exposing the numerous wine colored markings that decorate your flesh.

“Jesus! I haven’t seen that many hickeys since highschool” Liz teases. “Ok, spill, how bad was the sex? I’m cringing just looking at your neck.”

“It was honestly the best sex I’ve ever had,” you blushed. “He made me feel like a fucking Goddess!”

“ There’s no way,” Liz scoffs. “How much experience can he even have.” She says with an eyeroll.

“Yeah I’m not buying it either,” Ashley laughs. “C’mom you don’t got to lie to us. We’ve all had our subpar hookups, especially when we were in college. Guys that age are all confidence and no skill.”

“No I’m dead serious, it was amazing!!!” You gush. “And not just his dick, but the way he made me feel…”

You proceed to tell them every detail of last night, from how he praised and appreciated your every flaw and gave you your confidence back, to just how good his dick felt inside you and how talented he was with his mouth and fingers. When you're done talking Liz gets up and starts walking towards the cabin door.

“Where are you going?” You ask perplexed.

“Going to find me one of these college boys” Liz laughs. “Does he have friends?” She jokes, making her way back to the bed. “Seriously though, sorry we teased you, that sounds amazing.”

“Yeah,” Ashley agrees. “I’m a little jealous— good dick AND body positivity, sign me the fuck up!”

“What are you guys gonna do when the cruise is over?” Liz asks, “You’ll probably never see eachother again.”

“Oh my god, that’s right! I forgot to tell you guys the best part! Earlier in the night when we were just talking in the hot tub we figured out that he only lives an hour away from us!”

“Holy shit, what a small world, that’s awesome.” Ashley exclaims.

“I’ll tell you what’s not small,” you smirk.

#jaden hossler smut #jaden hossler #jxdn #jxdn smut #Jaden Hossler x reader #jxdn x reader

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

The Stranded and The Scaly

Chapter 9

Day 7: We'll work this out.

Geoff paced around on the cave floor, fidgeting with his hair.

"This CANNOT be happening, dude."

His tail whipped around in a panic, Ezekiel made sure to stay out of the way.

"HOW could this even happen, man?!"

Ezekiel sat and thought for a moment.

"Gator in swamp. It bite, you mutate."

Geoff stopped pacing around and sat on the floor with his legs crossed and his tail in his lap. "How am I gonna face Bridgette like this?.. Will she even love me as a mutant?..."

Zeke gave the other boy a sympathetic look.

The blonde sighed and ran his clawed fingers through his messy hair. "I don't think they're coming back for me, man. It's been a whole week."

"Not lose hope."

"Why don't we just do something to get our minds off this? Anything works." Geoff stopped fidgeting with his hair and began to pet his tail.

Ezekiel stood up. "We hunt. I go on land, you take water." He began walking towards his exit to the cave. "Sounds just fine, buddy." Geoff got up and followed close behind.

The way out of the cave was not 'a walk in the park', as one would say.

Geoff did his best to follow Ezekiel as they climbed over rocks and walked through shallow waters. "You know this place like the back of your hand, don't you?" Geoff attempted to make small talk as they ventured out of the cave. "Only some. Other parts are mystery." The smaller mutant grunted in response.

While he was trying to play it off and lie to himself to make the situation seem better, the blonde mutant knew that he was still devastated by this turn of events. All of his life plans were probably canceled, he'd never live a normal life again. He'd never marry Bridgette, and they'd never have kids. Bridgette probably wouldn't want freakish half-mutant babies, anyways.

The worst part about this whole thing, though? If he and Ezekiel were ever rescued, they'd probably spend the rest of their lives in some government facility, being experimented on and monitored. They'd never know privacy again.

Geoff squinted as light shone from the exit of the cave. A few minutes later, and he was standing in the sunlight again, his scales shining under the sun's rays. Man, that felt great. He felt the urge to just lie on a rock somewhere and just soak up all that wonderful warmth... But he and Zeke had things to do, and it wasn't time for another nap.

The pair trekked through the forest, with the taller of the two occasionally brushing branches away from his face so he wouldn't walk into them. They were careful to stay away from the campsite, things wouldn't be very pretty if they were found.

Soon, the pair reached the lake.

Geoff got on his hands and knees to check out his reflection in the water, he gasped at what he saw. His face was a pale green, while the bridge of his nose and the area above his eyebrows was darker and scaly. He gently ran the pads of his fingers along the scales. "This is fuckin' gnarly, and not in the good way."

Zeke patted his ridged back to console him.

Geoff bared his teeth and observed how sharp they were. He gently poked one.

"I mean, it's kinda cool."

Zeke stared at the gleaming, sharp teeth.

"Hunt!!" He grinned.

"Eh? Hunt? You want me to hunt?"

The smaller mutant nodded quickly.

"I guess I could?" Geoff craned his neck down towards the water.

The water rippled as Geoff dunked his face in.

Surprisingly, he was surviving beneath the surface of the water.

He looked around in awe at the fish and plants in the lake.

A curious trout swam towards his face, big mistake.

He snapped his jaws shut around the fish and rose out of the water with a wide grin.

Ezekiel clapped his hands excitedly and gave the blonde a double thumbs-up.

Geoff spat the trout into his hands. "Dudeee!! Did you see that?!" He laughed and knelt down in front of Zeke, dropping the fish in front of him. His tail thumped against the ground to mirror his excitement. Ezekiel grinned. "Swim!"

Geoff grinned and backed up a bit before charging forwards and diving into the lake with a splash. Swimming was unbelievably easy now, since he had a tail to propel himself forwards with and increased lung capacity. Thanks to his sharp gator teeth, he had managed to catch at least five fish, this was surprisingly....fun!

The duo spent a few hours at the edge of the lake, talking, eating, and swimming.

As night fell, they relaxed in the cave. Geoff had given his sleeping bag to Ezekiel, since he couldn't even fit in it anymore. He smiled at how cozy the other boy looked as he laid on his slightly scaly chest.

Geoff's tail wagged slowly as he drifted off to sleep.

Boy, was he grateful to have a buddy.

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#geoff is feeling kind of insecure about his new appearance #poor boy #luckliy he has zeke! #he still needs some new jorts #total drama #td geoff #td ezekiel #feral ezekiel #mutant ezekiel #geoffzeke #geozeke #geozekiel #tdi #fanfic #total drama fanfiction #The Stranded and the Scaly #geoff can only hope that bridgette will love him as he is

[tomwambsgans]

so i've assumed for the longest time that 2x7 must take place in march of 2020 because in 2x9 DC, gil refers to march 12th as the night that tom sent greg the "can't make a tomlette" emails, and of course a deleted scene from that episode is the only time we would have ever seen that phrase mentioned otherwise. it also makes complete sense, narratively, to essentially do a little fakeout: "tom, is [the date that you burned the documents] significant to you?" "nope! (feeling confident bc there's no proof of him having done that on that day)" "well that's the day you sent all these batshit emails, and how i know for certain you are well acquainted with greg hirsch." "uh oh"

ntm the fact that it makes a lot of sense as a character choice for tom to specifically send greg that email over and over again on the night that he's kinda trying to punish greg, and where he's probably totally unable to sleep.

anyway, there's a But incoming... i fucking wish there wasn't, but. somehow i've only just now realized that in DC, gil refers to the thanksgiving of 1x5 as "last year." which would indicate that it's still 2019, and therefore the march 12th he's referring to should be a day very close to tom's wedding. and, admittedly... it's not totally out there that tom's initial reason for coining the phrase was because he learned about the Greg The Egg nickname, from shiv having told him after hearing it from caroline. hell, maybe it was when they first started at ATN and it was tom's anxiety spilling out to match greg's Principles.

obviously it's a lot of personal bias that mainly makes me not want this to be the case, like... the sheer amount of fic i've written just confidently using the timeline where a year has passed in the first 7 episodes of season 2, which would be fucked to hell if i accept that DC is in 2019 lol

however..... it IS pretty undeniable that at least a year passes in season 2. do the math: exactly 2 years between the pilot and 4x1. ~5 months pass in s1. 2 and a half weeks pass between 2x9 and 3x5 (according to frank). the rest of s3 takes place - MOST LIKELY - over the course of no more than 4 months. about 3 months pass between s3 and 4, based on knowledge of shiv's pregnancy. and no gaps between seasons otherwise... that's a year left. there HAS to be at least one months-long timeskip somewhere in there. and it's always seemed very plausibly to be between tern haven and argestes, given the notion of pierce "fucking them about." for the longest time i've even specifically imagined argestes as being after the holidays and in january of 2020, partially bc that's convenient for why any notion of logan's 81st bday, the recny ball of 2019, and the holidays are all completely missing. the holidays would also be a good excuse on pierce's end not to rush a deal, and finally, i took into account the weather in that episode.

frankly, i consider the climate heavily when i'm working out the timeline of a show. especially this one. if they wanted to make it plausibly deniable what time of year it was, they'd set the episode indoors. or they'd pick a different part of the world for the roys to visit. and in the season 2 finale, they're on a yacht and explicitly swimming in the mediterranean. it's VERY unlikely that they'd be comfortable hanging around in swim trunks and swimming in those waters if it was any time between october and march. going off of that... if s3 begins in late 2019 as opposed to april/may of 2020, then caroline sent out her wedding invitations no less than 6 months early.

basically it's split between this:

what gil said has more weight. we can assume that the seemingly conflicting weather is a metatextual flub to be ignored. DC is in 2019, the emails were around the time of the wedding, and the huge timeskip containing the holidays is in s3 which also means that caroline sent out her invitations very early

settings and characterizations have more weight. we can assume either that gil misspoke or that it's a metatextual flub to be ignored. DC is in april of 2020, the emails were sent during The Return, and the huge timeskip was in s2 and took the holidays of 2019 with them

#2x9 dc #meta #tomgreg #<- bc all this comes from me not wanting to have a wrong timeline for tomgreg reasons #and of course the tomlette and gregs thing

[carlyyyyxbishhop]

Love me like I haven't changed // Shayne Topp // 4

four // Kate

It was raining the next Saturday. The day was gloomy with dark grey clouds that hung over my head. And yet, I was still on my way to the beach. To be honest, I didn't want to go this particular Saturday. I had just had a fight with my mother about coming home for my birthday and work had been a shit fight all week.

But as I approached the stairs at the top of the beach, I looked down and I saw him. I couldn't help but smile. He was the only reason I had dragged myself out of bed that morning, just to see if he'd come. He had his back to me but I could see he was drenched from the rain, just as I was.

"I didn't think you'd come," I said as I reached him. He turned around, already smiling at me as he did so.

"You said rain, hail or shine," His hair sat flat on his forehead and his face had droplets of rain falling from it.

"If I'm being honest I wasn't going to come today," I started, "But the thought of you possibly standing here waiting for me made me come." He frowned slightly.

"Are you alright? We don't have to swim today if you don't want to." He offered, his face serious.

"No, I'm fine. Honestly, swimming here is even better when it's raining. Let's just hope there's no storm." He held his stern face for a second before letting a small smile creep across his face.

"Only if you're sure," He reasoned. I didn't bother responding, just taking off my jumper as my final answer. He shrugged his shoulders in response and followed suit.

"Are we pretending to be mermaids this week?" He asked, trying to hold back a laugh.

"Well... are you still scared of the cold?" I replied playfully.

"No I guess not," He threw his shirt onto the pile of clothes I had just made, "But, I'm always down for a race." And with that, he sprinted toward the water. I laughed, following behind as he dove under.

When I came up for air he was already laughing.

"I don't know what it is about you but you make me feel like a kid again." He admitted playfully.

"I'm not afraid to act like a kid," I replied, "I mean I have to be so serious from 9 to 5 Monday to Friday, why not let loose on the weekend." I looked toward him with a smile.

"So I guess I'm a kid 24/7 then." I cocked my head to the side, realising I didn't really know a lot about the guy.

"What do you do for work, might I ask?"

"I'm an internet personality on a YouTube channel." He looked away, as if almost embarrassed to say it.

"Why did you say it like that?" I ask the unfiltered question.

"Like what?"

"Like you're embarrassed or something." He looked back toward me and then away again.

"I don't know... sometimes people have weird reactions when they hear that." He looked back at me and I smiled.

"Seems pretty cool to me," I offered, "I mean I would love to get paid to be silly." He smiled again.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool." He echoed back.

"I-" I began, but paused after a crack of thunder sounded over our heads. Shayne's eyes widened and his smile dropped.

"Shit, do you think it's going to storm?" He asked, looking toward me with worry painted across his face.

"The forecast didn't say anything about a storm," The thunder sounded again, "But maybe we should cut it short, just to be safe." I offered. He nodded in agreement and I followed him back to shore.

As we reached our clothes, the heavens opened and the rain started to pour down. He laughed for a second, and I smiled back.

"Do you walk here?" He asked, raising his voice slightly over the sound of the rain hitting the water nearby.

"Yeah, I don't live far from here."

"I'll drive you home." He said as he picked up his shirt and his keys from underneath, he then reached down and picked up my jumper for me.

"No it's fine, I'm already wet anyway," I reasoned as I pulled my pants up my legs.

"Don't be silly," He started, "Come on my cars just over there." He handed me back my jumper as I pulled my bag over my shoulder.

"Okay," I smiled and followed closely behind him. The rain didn't ease up as we made it to his car. He ran around to the passenger side, opening the door for me.

"Thanks," I said quietly, he probably didn't even hear it over the rain pounding down on the car. I put my bag down on the floor in front of me and grabbed out my phone as he ran around to the drivers side. It sounded silly but I wanted to have some form of communication with me considering I had met this guy 3 times before getting in his car.

He pulled the door closed behind him and turned to look at me, letting out a small laugh.

"My god, we're soaked." He choked out between laughs.

"Sorry about your car seats," I said, "They're gonna be soaking too after this." He turned to grab his seatbelt, I followed.

"Don't be silly, they'll dry." I watched as he put his keys in the ignition, turning on the windscreen wipers.

"Are you cold?" He asked, reaching for the air conditioning controls. I shook my head no, "I'll turn the heat on anyway, just in case." I nodded in response.

"So where am I headed?" He asked, briefly looking down at his phone.

"Here," I put out my hand, "I'll type it into your phone." He looked over and smiled before passing me his phone with the maps app open. I typed in my address and handed the phone back to him.

"Oh, I don't live far from you." He said once he saw the address. I smiled in response, "Do you like the area?" He asked as he put the car in reverse and pulled out of the parking spot.

"It's hard to say really," I looked out the window to my right, "I haven't lived there long enough to have an opinion of it." He nodded in agreement.

"I would say, having lived in many parts of LA, it's the nicest area I've ever lived in." He looked over at me with a smile. I watched him relax into his chair as he drove out of the parking lot, he dropped one arm to rest on the car door next to him. He was rather attractive when he was driving.

"That's good to know, I'm glad I chose one of the nicest places to live without having any prior knowledge of it." He chuckled.

"Had you ever been to LA before you moved?" I liked the way he took charge of the conversation, it seemed like he had definitely warmed up to me.

"No," I started, "Without going too far into it, my mother never left the state with me until I was 18 and had my own money to do what I wanted. And even then, I wasn't allowed to go far. My friends and I did a few road trips here and there, but never far." I answered truthfully.

"Did you drive here when you moved?" He asked.

"Yeah, I packed all my belongings into my car and drove by myself." He nodded with furrowed brows.

"Must've been a tough move then."

I sighed, "Yeah for sure." I looked out the windscreen as we neared my street.

"It's just the next left, and then wherever you can stop is good." He nodded, flicking on the indicator.

"So can I trust that you'll be at the beach again next Saturday?" I asked, trying to change the topic of conversation.

"Yeah," He huffed a laugh, "I think so." He looked over to me with a sly smile.

"Perfect," I answered, my hand reaching for the door handle as he slowed the car to a stop, "Well thanks for the lift. I'll see you next week." I looked back to him with a smile that he returned.

"You'll definitely see me next week Kate." We continued smiling to each other as I opened the door and picked up my bag. I turned around once I was out of the car and leaned down to look at him.

"Bye Shayne," His smile widened.

"Bye Kate." And with that, I pushed the door shut and gave him a small wave.

#shayne topp #shayne x reader #smosh imagine #smosh shayne #smosh #shayne topp x reader #shayne topp imagines

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tti episode 24

“Last time on Total Takes Island: Yours truly was out for the day, leaving Chef in charge as host. He left the campers to die- or find their way back- in the middle of the woods and forced them to work together. Ass immediately attempted murder on Michael, who survived and ruined their chance at winning immunity. Julia went off on her former ally and McLovin made some new macrame friends. Ultimately, it was Ass who walked the dock of shame, leaving only three campers behind. Who will be going home today, and who will be surviving to the final 2? Find out now- Total! Takes! Island!”

Julia sits at the far end of the remaining table in the mess hall, McLovin occupying the middle and Michael taking the other side. Every so once in a while, the latter will shoot her a glare over her breakfast of burnt toast and beans. 

---

JULIA: “I've been trying to apologize to Michael all week, but every time I talk to her, she leaves. I'm starting to wonder if I should just cut my losses and give up- that chick really knows how to hold a grudge!"

---

Julia sighs and stands, sitting next to Michael. “Listen, I-”

Michael stands immediately, sharply moving across the space and making a point to sit next to McLovin. Julia sighs again and leaves the mess hall. 

“You don’t have to be so hard on her, you know,” McLovin says. “She’s only trying to apologize.”

“Sometimes apologies don’t fix things,” Michael glares. He slumps forward, leaning against the table on his elbows. 

“You know I really am sorry,” he mutters. “Not that apologies mean anything to you. But I do feel bad.”

She grumbles, crossing her arms and turning away from him. McLovin looks dejected for a moment and then turns back. “Max seems… nice,”

“No, he’s not. That’s why I like him,” she stands pushing her tray away and leaving just as Chris’ voice blares over the intercom. 

“Welcome to the semifinals, campers! Usually we’d do something to celebrate making it this far, but it’s Chef’s day off, so I just went ahead and set up the challenge anyway. It's a real doozy! Oh- and we're having some pipe troubles with the communal bathrooms, so I'd steer clear of those for the next few days. Meet you all at the amphitheater in twenty!”

---

MCLOVIN: “I guess I got pretty far, huh? It’s weird being alone with Michael… I guess Julia is here, too, but none of us are really talking to her. I keep trying to apologize about what happened between us but Michael doesn’t want to listen. I don’t want to end up eliminated today and go home knowing she still hates me!”

---

MICHAEL: “What would I do if I won? I guess… I’d help pay for Max’s tuition, since I’m not going anywhere. I’d put the rest of it into savings and then never have to pay rent or get a full-time job,”

---

MCLOVIN: “Well... first, I’d buy something nice for Michael. Next, I’m buying a megamansion in Malibu with my buddy Sha-Mod. Next, we’re getting a double-decker swimming pool- that one was my invention. After that, we’re going to buy one of those mountains with a bunch of caves and turn it into a hotel for vampires- that was Sha-Mod’s idea. Next-”

---

JULIA: “I’d invest in something online and easy to manipulate, like cryptocurrency. I’d start my own kind of coin, scam thousands, and then I’d use my millions to fake my death and move somewhere quiet.

…Or I guess I could use a new laptop."

---

MCLOVIN: “Then I’m going to buy a castle, then a pyramid-”

---

MICHAEL: “What are my odds? Not great. I could probably beat McLovin, but Julia might have the upper hand, especially after she and he bonded last challenge,”

---

JULIA: “When I win, I’m going to finally reenact my fantasy of firebombing this crappy island into smithereens, hopefully with Natalie still on it,”

---

MCLOVIN: “And matching jet skis, and a 24/7 McDonald’s, and-”

---

It feels odd being the only ones left on the island, and that feeling sets in deep as the three remaining competitors walk in silence to the amphitheater. Michael is practically jogging, far ahead of Julia and McLovin, who are avoiding making eye contact.

"Do you think she's okay?" McLovin whispers. "I've been trying to talk to her all week, but-"

"But she's ignoring everyone, I know," Julia sighs, rolling her eyes. "I feel... bad, I guess, but at this point I'm not sure she's making it to the finale anyway."

A menagerie of crates, tables, and other flat surfaces have been lined up on stage with three chairs behind them, beckoning the campers. They all take seats- Michael sitting on the far left, McLovin between her and Julia.

“Welcome to one of my favorite challenges- the semifinal of dares!” Chris says, pacing in front of the campers. “In a break of producer tradition, we had the losers come up with some amazing ideas for TTI’s very own spin the bottle!”

A few interns wheel out a large wheel with a bottle in the center. Around the circle are pictures of all the eliminated contestants so far. 

“An intense combo of luck and dares, sure to knock your socks off!” Chris beams. “Here’s how this works: each player will take turns spinning the bottle. The loser you land on will determine your dare- you can take the dare yourself and win a freebie for later, or inflict the dare on another camper. If you refuse to perform a dare, you lose immediately!”

He points to the dock of shame, where everyone turns and looks nervously. 

“Okay, who’s ready to humiliate themselves first?!”

Everyone looks at each other in dead silence. No one steps forward. McLovin turns to Michael. “If you need any help today, I can step in!”

Julia glares at the two as Michael scoots away from him. 

---

JULIA: “The last thing I need is those two teaming up to take me out. Michael already hates me, but she hates McLovin too- my success in this game totally depends on them not getting too chummy.”

---

After a few moments of silence, Chris shrugs. “Julia, you’re up!”

She stands, rolling her eyes and walking up to the bottle. She gives it a spin and it lands on Mal. She scoffs. “Oh, what, am I going to have to post a note-app apology to Twitter for doxing people?” 

Chris reads from the cue card. “Submerge yourself in a pool of leeches!”

Her smile drops. Two interns wheel out a large plastic kiddie pool on a flatbed cart, brimming with leeches. Julia stares at it and Chris ducks in frame. “Ready to chicken out?”

“No! I can do this!” she says, looking into the pool as the parasites squirm around. She turns to the other campers- Michael is smiling and McLovin is covering his eyes. “Um… maybe not.”

“Do you want to pass the dare to someone else?”

“Yes!” She thinks for a moment before breaking into a grin. “I choose McLovin.”

McLovin goes pale and Michael looks between the two. Julia smirks as he walks down from the stage, staring into the pool. 

---

JULIA: "Well, might as well pick off the easiest player, right? I wouldn't hate being stuck with Michael in the final two- I just hope it's not too physically intensive or gross,"

---

He quivers. “Um…”

“You’re free to chicken out if you want to walk the dock, man!” Chris grins wickedly. “Those leeches have been holed up in the back storage for weeks now, they’re probably starving.”

“No!” he says, looking to Michael before standing up straight. “I can do this!”

He puts one foot into the purple plastic rim, then another, he slowly sits, then lies down, and shovels the leeches over his face. Michael and Julia watch in disgust as Chris’ timer ticks down. 

“And, time!” he says, stopping his watch. Nothing happens. “McLovin, you passed, dude!”

Still nothing. A few interns rush over and drag him out of the leech pool. He’s pale and covered in the pests, which the interns start plucking off as Chris watches with a smile. 

“Alright. Michael, you’re up!”

Michael stares in terror as she walks up to the wheel. She’s shaking as she spins the bottle, and it lands on Patrick. She winces. 

“Nice one! Patrick’s dare is to fight an alligator!”

Julia and McLovin’s eyes widen. Michael, though, seems to relax a little and walks along with Chris to the lake. 

---

MICHAEL: “Better than leeches. Better than leeches!”

---

McLovin and Julia follow the two to the lake and watch as Michael throws off her parka, takes a deep breath, and then dives in. The host and two other campers watch anxiously as she surfaces on the back of a gator. 

“She’s totally dead,” Chris chuckles. Julia and McLovin look at each other. 

“On one hand, if she dies, that makes one less thing on my to-do list to cross off,” She mutters. 

---

JULIA: "I could also deal with a McLovin finale. I mean, look at him- he may have flown under the radar up until now, but he'd be no competition for me in a one-on-one match,"

---

McLovin turns to her. “What? Don’t you want to heal your friendship before she dies?”

“And get rejected again? I don’t think so. At this point, I just need to make sure you two don't try anything!”

The gator and Michael thrash around in the water for a while until they resurface. Michael punches it in the eye and it sinks into the lake, leaving her treading on water. “Run me my freebie!” she shouts. 

“Wow, that girl means business,” Chris says as McLovin and Julia help her out of the water. “And that’s a freebie for Michael!”

---

The dares go on- McLovin wearing deer antlers in front of a bear den, Julia juggling knives, Michael conquering her fear of bees- until finally, Julia approaches the wheel and winces at the result. 

“Staci says- eat a live squid!”

---

JULIA: “Okay, so far, these challenges have sucked, but they're manageable. But I’m not so good with eating things- I have very receptive taste buds!”

---

“You can play, pass, or use a freebie!”

Julia looks down at her remaining freebies- only one purple bottle left. She swallows a lump in her throat. “Um… I’m… I’ll use it,”

Chris grins. “You sure about that?”

“There can’t be anything worse than eating live squid!” she snaps, taking a seat. She looks at Michael, who shoots her a glare back.

McLovin's gaze bounces between the two before landing on Michael. "Here," he says, pushing his remaining freebies over to her side of the table. "I don't need them anyway," his voice deepens. "I'm a man now."

She pushes them back. "I don't want them,"

McLovin suddenly glares, and shoves them. "Too bad!"

Julia and Michael stop and stare at him, both completely take aback. He realizes he raised his voice and laughs nervously. "If-if-if you want,"

“Okay, dude. McLovin, you’re up,”

McLovin stands from his seat and walks over to the wheel, spinning it. It lands on a picture of Austin. 

“Austin says drink fruit punch from the communal toilets!” Chris reads, chuckling. “You can take the dare, or pass.”

McLovin looks at Michael, who frowns back. He takes a deep breath. “Julia!” he says confidently, walking back to his seat. 

Julia’s face goes pale as she realizes she’s fresh out of freebies. Chris grins wickedly. “To the toilets, madame!”

---

Julia sits on her knees, peering into the greenish toilet water as an intern pours powdered fruit punch mix and stirs before handing her a straw. Chris watches from outside the stall, McLovin and Michael behind him. 

She holds the straw in shaky hands, looking down into the depths of the communal toilet. A dead fly in the water twitches. The pipes creak violently. 

Julia scoots back a bit before turning to the two other competitors. “Anyone willing to lend me a freebie?” she laughs nervously. 

Michael crosses her arms. McLovin pretends to be distracted with a roach he found on the floor. Julia’s awkward smile drops and she turns back to the toilet. 

She sighs and looks behind her shoulder one last time. “Before I do this, I want to say- Michael, I’m... sorry. I was selfish, and I meant every word I said when I told you I still wanted to be friends- real friends. I understand if you don’t feel the same,”

Chris and McLovin both turn to Michael, who sighs. “I don’t. I just don’t think I could trust you after what happened. It takes a lot for me to be able to forgive someone like that,”

“Worth a shot,” she shrugs, looking back into the toilet with a frown. 

Chris taps his watch. “It’s now or never, dude, we got a schedule to keep,” 

The pipes groan again. Julia stands, her head hanging. “I can’t-”

The pipes suddenly burst, spraying her with fruit-punch toilet water. She yelps and stumbles backwards, everyone else flying out of her way as she runs outside, covered in sewage. She runs down the docks and jumps into the lake water, everyone else in close pursuit. 

When Julia resurfaces, she’s coughing and sputtering as the boat of losers pulls up behind her. “W-wait! I technically still drank the punch!”

“Yeah, but you refused the dare. Tough luck,” Chris chuckles as the interns inside hoist her on board. 

She writhes and struggles against their grip. “NO! THIS IS NOT HOW I LOSE! YOU CANNOT LET MCLOVIN BE IN THE FINAL TWO!”

“This is Total Takes, dude,” Chris smiles. “Anything can happen!”

The boat engine sputters to life once more as Julia is restrained. Michael bites her lip, thinking for a moment before running to the end of the dock.

“Julia!” she yells as the boat takes off. “Thank you for apologizing!”

The boat disappears, though the sounds of Julia struggling and screaming continue, leaving McLovin and Michael behind. “SHE BIT ME!” one of the interns shouts from afar. 

Chris smiles at the two remaining campers. “I’ll see you two at the finale,” he says before walking off merrily, whistling a joyful tune. 

---

“That was brutal,” Michael murmurs, the two sitting at the campfire (though there’s no ceremony tonight).

“Yeah,” McLovin nods in agreement, warming his hands by the fire they managed to start some time prior. “Did you mean what you said back there, about not forgiving people?”

“I didn’t say I don’t forgive people,” she stares at him. “I just said it’s hard.”

“Huh… do you think you could ever forgive me?”

She scoffs. “You first,”

“I already forgave you a long time ago,”

Michael stops and looks back at him, eyebrow raised. “Really? Um… huh. I.... guess I’ll think about it,” she says, standing and walking back to the cabins.

#tti #total takes island

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1099: Double Beach Date Day! (Super Smash Bros Ultimate X Street Fighter)

1:56 p.m. at Smash Beach.........

Luigi: (Sighs in Relaxation as He Sits Next to Chun-Li Under the Umbrella Together) Summer has finally arrived~ And today is a perfect day for it too.

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly) We still have a few more weeks aheads before Summer actually starts.

Luigi: We do?

Chun-Li: Yeah. The 21st I believe?-

?????: PREPARE TO EAT MY DUST, SAMMY!

Luigi and Chun-Li turns to see they're significant other, Daisy and Samus, quickly running side by side one another.

Samus: ('Scoffs') Please. As if I'd lose to a Mayflower like you.

Daisy: (Gives Samus a Comical Glare) I told you not to call me that anymore!!

Samus: Oh, right. Forgive me, Ms. Sunflower Daffodil Mayflower. (Forms a Competitive, Wise Cracking Smirk on her Face) I'll do better in calling your name right next time.

Daisy let's out an loud, irriated groan as she and the Bounty Hunter continues to race one another through the beach barefooted.

Chun-Li: Are they racing? In the middle of the beach?

Luigi: ('Sigh') Looks like it. Samus must've said something to triggered Daisy into challenging her again....

Chun-Li: (Turns to Luigi) Were they always competitive to one another?

Luigi: Kind of. Daisy would usually try to one up Samus by challenging her to a lot of things: arm wrestling, push-ups, sparring, twerk-offs-

Chun-Li: (Snickers a Bit) Twerk-offs?

Luigi: Yes. Even twerk-offs. And Sammy managed to beat her in all of them, without even trying most of the time!

Chun-Li: Can't say that's too surprising considering the years of training and being a Bounty Hunter did for her.

Luigi: True, but Daisy's no slouch either. One time, I saw her carried Dedede all the way back to the mansion from the park.

Chun-Li: Impressive. Say, is it also true that she sent Bowser flying to the moon once? I remembered Sammy telling me that a while back.

Luigi: (Happily and Proudly Nodded) Oh yeah. With one slap across the face! (Takes his Phone Out From his Swimming Trunks' Pocket and Shows Chun-Li a Video of Daisy Bitch Slapping Bowser to the Blue Skies) See?

Chun-Li: (Amazed by the Clip Shown to her) Incredible.....(Looks Up at Luigi) How was she able to do that with someone as big as Bowser o-or Dedede even?

Luigi: None of us seem know how that's possible actually. (Smiles Brightly) All I know that it was more than enough to get Bowser scared of her 24/7 and I couldn't be any more proud of her!~

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly) I can see that!~ You got yourself a pretty strong princess if I do say so myself~

Luigi: ('Sighs Dreamingly') Yeah~ She's amazing compared to me.....

Chun-Li: (Frowns a Bit Worryingly) What do you mean by that?

Luigi: (Shrugs) Well, I mean....She's so strong, brave, and confident at everything she does. (Frowns a Bit) Meanwhile, I'm still the wimpy, lesser known Mario Brother who gets scared easily.

A beach sudden fell over to the duo's sitting spot which causes Luigi to let out a shriek before quickly jumping onto Chun-Li's arms.

Yoshi: I'll get the ball, Li-Fen! (Runs Over to Luigi and Chun-Li) Sorry about that. (Picks the Ball Up From the Sandy Ground) The ball got you scared there, dad?

Luigi: ('Sigh') It did.... (Smiles Sheepishly) B-But I'll be okay!

Chun-Li: (Smiles as Well) Now thar I'm here. Your dad's in good hands.

Yoshi: (Smiles Brightly) Neat. (Rubs Back to Li-Fen With the Ball in his Hands) Thanks, Ms. Chun-Li!

Luigi: (Turbs to Chun-Li While Frowning Again) You see what I mean?

Chun-Li: (Puts Luigi Back Down to his Seat Next to her) There's nothing inherently wrong with getting startled and scared from time to time. You just can't let it be too frequent.

Luigi: (Nodded in Agreement) You're right. That's one of the few things I'm still working on admittedly.

Chun-Li: I could help you ease your nerves s bit by inviting you to meditation session with Foxy and I, someday this week.

Luigi: You'd.....do that for me?

Chun-Li: (Happily Nodded) Of course!~ Not only you're a dear friend of mine, but I see a whole lot of potential in you that has yet to be fully realized and I and everyone else of group of friends, wanna dp whatever we can to help you reach it.

Luigi: (Almost at a Loss For Words) Ms. Chun-Li....

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly) Just call me Chun-Li, Weegie!~ Like I said, we're friends, aren't we? It's high time we start treating each other as such.

Luigi: (Stares at Chun-Li For a Brief Second Before Nodding in Agreement and Determination) R-Right! I'll give your meditation session a go, Chun-Li. Just.....don't tell Daisy about the comparison talk, okay? The last thing I want is for her get worried about me all day.

Chun-Li: (Simply Nodded) I will. But ONLY if you promise me to start believing in yourself more often. You have people in your life who loves you and are proud of what you've accomplished thus far and that's more important than what anyone else thinks.

Luigi: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) You're absolutely right. (Gives Chun-Li a Hug) Thank you, Chun-Li.

Chun-Li: (Happily Hugs Luigi Back) Bù kèqì~

Samus: (Starts Panting a Bit as She Finally Arrives at Luigi and Chun-Li's Seat Spot) Looks like......I beat you.....yet again, Mayflower!......(Let's Out a Satisfied Sigh as She Sits Down Next to Chun-Li and Wipes the Sweat Off From her Forehead) Ohhh I'm awesome.....

Chun-Li: (Giggles Softly) Indeed you are, 'hon~ (Gives Samus a Kiss on the Cheek)

Daisy: (Crawls her Way to LuigI. While Panting More Than Samus Does) I.....told....your....cheating butt....not....to CALL ME THAT! (Let's Out a Sigh of Utter Defeat as She Looks Up at Luigi While Laying on his Legs) Hi, sweetie.....

Luigi: (Smiles Softly at his Princess) Hi, dear~ Sammy won again, didn't you?

Daisy: As in she cheated? Then yes. Yes, she did.

Samus: (Smirks Teasingly at Daisy) Oh don't be such a sore loser, Mayflower. I beat your ass fair and square.

Daisy: (Angrily Shakes her Fist at Samus) Quit calling- (Puts her Fist Down in Defeat and Exhaustion) Ah screw it. I'm too tired to be mad right now........

Luigi: (Gives Daisy a Reassuring Smile) At you're still a winner in my heart.

Daisy: (Heart Melts in Pure Happiness) Thanks, sweetie~ (Happily Hugs and Snuggles Onto her Man in Green) You're a winner in my heart too, in the sweetest way possible!~

Luigi: (Chuckles Lightly) Don't I know it~ Thabk.you for everything you've done for me so far. (Turns Samus) You too, Sammy.

Samus: (Smiles Brightly at Luigi) No problem, Weeg. So what you and Chuns here been talking about while I was whipping your loser Girlfriend's butt as usual?

Daisy: (Comically Glares at Samus) I get it, you're victorious! Get over ittttt!!!

Luigi: (Chuckles Some More) It was nothing too special.

Chun-Li: (Smiles Brightly) Just how cool you girls are is all!~

@keyenuta

@albion-93

@cyber-wildcat

@ma-lemons

@caleb13frede

#super smash ultimate #luigi #chun li #samus aran #daisy #yoshi #li fen (mentioned) #bowser (mentioned) #beach time #humor #pure friendship #fluff #double date #cure romance #daisy loves luigi #samus x chun li #luigi and chun li brotp

[beenjen]

🎶 it is always nice to see you 🎵 

I’m about to lay out the smack down of funk. Behold the full force fustian friends.

Brace.

My in-laws and husband had it out this evening. Family drama, oh that’s nice…. Except with these cats. My in-laws were watching jamis this summer for us…. For a couple weeks… In between summer camps/programs I had signed him up for… that’s now not the case.

What does these mean you ask? It means scramble for the full time working parents. One of which is already taking a day a week off, pretty much through July (give or take a day or two), TO TRANSPORT MY PARENTS TO AND FROM CHEMO.

I shared that I had struggled to find programs, even before, in April and May for his age group, and frankly, even those do not cover our work hours - thankfully hubs can pop in and out and touch base via phone for some things during transport v me who is stationary….

So I get this call at work. From hubby. Comrades…. I did you proud. I was chillified to the nth degree. Cooler than a polar bears toenails as I told my husband that I heard him, supported him, and that I needed to wrap a couple things for work then would call him back.

Ten page story short. I started some searches online, to the programs we had initially looked at precovid - because this isn’t a new position, we’ve just been a bit limited with restrictions and closures the past couple years and while his parents aren’t reliable, mine always have been however CANCER IS A BITCH, so… you know - and low and behold, they had a LIST of amazing resources.

I was able to dig through and find a Lego week, a space/rocket week and a week with hiking and plant identification between laser tag… what more could a 7 year old boy desire? Yes all, I will accept praise now - only half kidding. I’m feeling super blessed because all the programs I had researched before I didn’t find these? Now they are ripe for the picking, and things my kid is super stoked about?

Also, my closest cousins wife is a teacher and is open to have our dude with her 2 a couple days…. Which is a HUGE imposition and I’m humbled by. - also short noticeS I told her I would have pizza delivered and gift her a spa day and she refused. Totally said that we are family and that’s a built in perk (she’s totally getting a spa gift card be damned) -

I talked offline with @lizloveslifexo about how sometimes you MAKE YOUR FAMILY and it’s not always the family you are born into… and how I’ve struggled with that over the past couple years… I’m done struggling. I have some co-workers, obviously some family too, friends, other assets, and I am epically blessed, to say, that the rug has been pulled so completely out from under me this year, and the last couple too boot, and we are surviving, even with Covid and some more shit, and are fully supported, uplifted and striving even.

So….

1) swim day at the pre-k

2) beauties on the playground

3) my mom sent me this super cute pic of ‘the new spooning’

4) hubs and his new bestie

Love to you guys.

🎶 it’s always nice to see you 🎵

Xx

#it’s always nice to see you #ugly crying #east nashville #fortune

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

This reminds me how almost as soon as he got it, my brother lost his class ring while walking to the swamp. He rushed back and we got out our two metal detectors, all of helping hunt. The ring was never found. I had already learned by then, usually the hard way, to never wear jewelry in the woods. Or the fields. Or out in the shop. Or swimming. Or at the river. Or to the beach. Or on the mountain. Or cooking. Or…. Well, basically, anywhere but the most sedate of indoor life.

And even then you can lose things. When I was a teenager I lost my beloved ankh (I’d been wearing it constantly since I was 6 or 7) and the Kennedy Center amulet I had on the chain with it, and I didn’t even leave my bedroom. I was twirling it on my finger when it flew off. I saw exactly where it flew, but couldn’t find it. Literally decades of hunting, including removing everything from that room, and I STILL haven’t found it. Stupid dimensional rift opening up! I hope a me in some other universe found it.

Just a couple weeks ago I was reminded why I don’t wear jewelry. I’ve gotten so I was wearing a ring or two on shopping days or on special occasions, but I had a rule to take them off the second I got home before the hazards of my lifestyle could do them in. Unfortunately that day I was really hungry and got fixing supper. Wham! I hit my ring on the edge of the microwave and a chunk of the silver decoration framing the garnet broke right off!!!

None of my jewelry in valuable, because why buy gold or fancy jewels when you can buy books? Well, that and what would be the purpose. None of it is about fashion, because I never have any chance to be seen wearing it. It’s memories, gifts, things connected to people or places, things that I just thought looked cool or connected with me. All of it is loved and treasured far too much to risk losing and/or breaking.

I actually love jewelry. I take them out of the boxes I stash them in, sigh over them, fantasize about having an occasion to wear them, try them on, then put them away for another six months or year or whatever.

My parents were married for over fifty years, but neither of them wore wedding rings. Pop had our fiberglassing business, but that doesn’t begin to hint all the hands on work he did. All kinds of power tools, construction style jobs, things you would consider forestry work, building, making, hobbies that included lots of getting your hands dirty… I really can’t begin to describe the stuff Pop’s hands went through. ** He had worn through his ring at least a decade before I was born, and Mom had done the same with hers soon after.

In fact, Mom just wore a series of cheap little rings in place of hers because it was expected to have one. She and Pop didn’t need the symbol between themselves, their love being unshakable, but she had a job with a lot of contact with people. Wearing a ring meant less annoying questions, wild gossip, and getting hit on.

When she retired a ring was just as impractical as it was for Pop, so she stopped. Well, until Pop died. Then she wore her grandmother’s ring because she wanted people to know she considered herself just as married to Pop until she dies too. My parents were rather epically bonded***, to say the least.

Anyway, some lives, or maybe people, are too rough and tumble for jewelry. And by “some” I mean me.

I see people wearing rings on several fingers, necklaces, jangly bracelets, earrings swinging about on their ears, dainty little nose rings sparkling, and it often looks cool. Sooooo cool. Still, I find myself wondering how they manage it. Don’t they use their hands? Don’t they ever get all mucky? Don’t they go places where they could catch on their jewelry? Do they never go outside??? Our lives are so different I must be like another species entirely.

Ah well, what do you expect from me. I’m a feral beastie raised by wolves!!!****

** Pop had incredible, powerful hands. We were the same height, but his hands were literally twice as big as mine. They were so callused he could handle things that would burn anyone else. These were strong hands with a grip you wouldn’t believe, but capable of the most incredible delicacy. You should have seen the detail work he could do. I miss those hands so much. I wish I had thought to take pics of them.

***It’s lovely but horrible too, having parents that come about as humanly possible to a “true love” out of fiction. Best friends to lovers is a thing. It’s wonderful never having any doubt about your parent’s adoring, trusting, and respecting each other. It’s also terrible, because from young childhood you believe that’s how love works. (There is a reason I saw my parents as Gomez and Morticia…the only “realistic” pop culture marriage I saw as a kid) It sets expectations of romance that makes it difficult. It’s like my parents won the romantic lottery and my brain kept expecting me to as well.

**** Family joke. Our name is “Wolfe” so we often pointed out we were raised by wolves when our oddness was mentioned.

#my day #jewelry #family #my family #wearing jewelry

[mumbai-chastity]

Me and my Girlfriend were on a vacation where she promised to release me from my chastity cage. 30 days of denial with atleast 3 orgasms for her with my tongue and me getting edged once in a week until I cried to be put into chastity.

Today was the first day of our vacation and she was giving her whole attention to the nude couple who was swimming in the pool. The guy was atleast 7 inches semi erect and the girl was sporting 36 DD tits.

Girlfriend: Today is our first day of vacation and i know that I've promised you a release on this trip but the trip has just begun. Last 1 month you have given me 3 orgasms daily that means that I've had 90 orgasms in total and i plan to reach hundred with some old school, raw fucking. No offense, your pussy licking skills have developed so much and me keeping you locked up and you going down on me makes me extra wet. But sometimes a girl needs a big hard cock impaling her pussy like an animal in heat. I suggest you go talk to them and invite them over for some drinks and then I'll take over. And don't worry about they getting offended, if they're not interested then they will just refuse you and you can come over but I'll just unlock you on the last day of our trip for a jerk off session you'll be having under my supervision and back goes the chastity cage. But if you manage to convince them then I'll make sure you get the best release ever with me and them helping you reach your release.

And one more thing. It's only fair that you also go to them completely naked except for the chastity cage. That'll help them in deciding if they wanna join us

[kangamommynow]

This morning at school drop off as I was going back to my car, I passed a mom of two kids much younger than mine.

Unlike me she was actually dressed and with makeup on but had that LOOK in her eye. You know what I mean. That LOOK like, I love these kids but can’t do this every single day.

That LOOK like I would walk through fire for this here fruit of my loins but this cannot be a normal way to live.

That LOOK like, it is from the marrow of my bones and the smoldering fumes of my will to live that I am standing right now and the reason is these Old Navy clad giblets in front of me.

She had that look but also had that thing younger moms have where you can tell they think it’s their fault somehow (it’s not).

Because moms gotta stick together (gang gang) so I said, “Mornings am I right?”

That simple four word barely a sentence opened a flood gate where we talked about a specific phenomenon known as Breakfast with Kids aka How Slow Can You Eat.

45 minutes for an Eggo waffle, that’s how slow.

I told her how most mornings, my two youngest eat breakfast in the car. She seemed shocked but open. It will be a matter of weeks until her standards lower to that reality.

But it’s not just eating, kids do everything slowly in the morning. Have you ever watched a child put on a coat at 7:30am? I’m a slow human being myself but I can get it done in under a minute. For a third grader, it could take 2-3 weeks easy.

The reason why children are like this is simple: they’re living a No Bills lifestyle. It’s similar to an adult being on vacation mode. When you have never paid a single bill, you move at a pace like one at an all inclusive resort.

You don’t rush around at the resort buffet. You saunter. Sashay over to the pancake bar. Sway to your table with a plate of fresh fruit. Take a bite, gaze at the water, take another bite, ponder a nap, take another bite, dream about swimming in the grotto later.

That’s the No Bills state of mind children exist in 24 hours a day so that’s why when you’re rushing and yelling you seem like the crazy one.

In the world of children things just happen: food appears, clean clothes appear, without them being a part of the behind the scenes labor. Same at a resort: clean towels appear, the pool is clean.

So for them, even a Monday at 7:45am has a “we’ll get there when we get there, why does it matter” vibe. And you standing over them with a heartbeat in your eyelid, jaw clenched looks like a you problem.

Does this make sense?

Eventually most children leave the No Bills state of mind once they have a reason to, like they have a football practice they don’t want to be late for, or an art class they don’t want to miss, but until then, it’s like getting a sloth to tap dance on double time.

Have you ever watched a No Bills Lifestyle six year old put their shoes on? You can’t watch. You wring your hands and practice deep breathing as they take eighteen business days.

That’s just the parent life.

It’s nobody’s fault.

Even going to the park with small ones, you’ll notice they take a No Bills approach.

We can learn from their presence of mind and I find their observational skills quite beautiful, but when you have somewhere to be it’s like you can feel every single muscle in your chest as they take 24 hours to put on pants.

They’re not trying to be bad or contrary, it’s the lack of Bills, you see?

So the next time you’re trying to get out the door and your precious child is seeming like an enemy of progress, remember it’s not you, or them, but the No Bills mentality left over from spending almost a year floating in the lazy river of the womb water that is the issue.

They’ll get there. Maybe, I dunno. Probably by 30/35.

Waffles in a paper towel is a breakfast.

💖 🧇 Bunmi

#for the parents of young children

[lunarruled]

𝕄𝕪𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖 𝔼𝕣𝕒 𝕊𝕦𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕪

Tagged by: @writingxthexsilence​​  (thank you friend!) Tagging: Anyone and everyone who sees this you are tagged! (unless you already were lol)

1. State your name: Kyleigh Marie Thompson 2. State the name that your parents almost named you: I don't think they ever had another name for me. 3. Which of your relatives do you get along with the most? Aunt Joan, and then my brother Kyle. 4. What was your first job? Waitress at my aunt's diner. 5. Which of your relatives do you despise the most? I don't know of any other ones, so none I guess. 6. Did anything embarrassing happen this week? Not yet, but I'm sure it will. 7. Do you miss your ex? Nope. 8. Do you ever dream about your ex? No. 9. What is your favorite color of clothing to wear? Black or red (hides the blood) 10. How do you wear your makeup? I don't unless someone else does it for me. 11. What are some of your nicknames? Ky, Duchess, Dunkies, Wolfie, probably some I don't know about. 12. How many bedrooms are in your house? Just one. 13. How many bathrooms? Just one. 14. Do you have a job? Yes. 15. Do you have a car? Two of them! 16. Do you think you will go to college? No 17. Tell me what you think hate means: Hate takes too much time and energy. 18. What is your definition of ugly: I'm a half lycan, that's pretty damn ugly right there. 19. What is your definition of beauty: Nature and kind people. 20. Do you have muscles? Sort of? The wolf does. 21. How about abs? They're not real defined, but my stomach is flat. 22. Do you work out every week? Lmao no, I'm not Kyle. 23. Did you brush your teeth this morning? I brush them every morning. 24. Name a fact that you think is bullshit: Nice guys finish last. 25. Have you ever seen Pen and Tellers Bullshit? No. 26. Something about your neighbors that you hate: Their kids that ask too many questions. 27. Something about your neighbors that you like: They don't ask why I'm gone for days at a time. 28. Has your neighborhood ever thrown a block party? Back when I was a young kid, yeah they did. 29. Have you ever kissed someone you never saw again? No. 30. Have you ever held hands with someone of the same sex? Yes. 31. What kind of bathing suit do you wear? I don't, meaning I don't go swimming you perverts. 32. Do you like your eyes? They're okay I guess. 33. Do you think you are pretty? Lmao no. 34. What do you think of girls who are ugly, who think they are hot? Why do I care what other girls think of themselves. I'm not going to bring them down with the truth. 35. Have you ever called someone fat? Not that I can remember. 36. Have you ever confronted someone who was making fun of a stranger? Yes. 37. Are you a bully? No. 38. Have you ever called a complete stranger fat before? No. 39. Do mean people lack a soul? Most think creatures such as myself do, but it's there! 40. Have you ever put a curse on someone who said something mean about you? No, but I do know someone who could. 41. Have you ever practiced witch craft? No, I would probably mess it up and curse myself even more than I already am. 42. What do you think of Satanists? In this house Satan is our lord and savior. And also kind of my father in law. 43. Did you know people who practice satanism could curse you? Again I know someone who could help me with that. 44. Do you believe in hexes? Yeah. 45. Do you believe in vampires? I've known a few of them, cold blooded assholes. 46. Who was the last person you cussed at? Barbatos probably. 47. Do you have a jacuzzi? Yes. 48. How much money is in your pocket right this moment? Probably like thirty bucks. 49. How much money is in your checking account? I actually don't have one. 50. How much is in your savings? Don't have one of those either. 51. Are you well off? Nope. 52. Do you have kids? Yes 53. Do you want kids (for those who dont have them)? Sure, as long as I can give them back. 54. What do you think of people on welfare? It happens, no big deal to me. 55. If we had a war over a tax on tea, why the hell have we accepted a tax on everything else? Because people are dumb and never learn from history. 56. Are you smart? Very much so. 57. Did you ever get left back in school? No. 58. How many times have you gotten after school detention? All the time in high school. 59. How many times have you gotten in school suspension? A lot. 60. Have you ever been expelled? If yes, what for? Yes, because I told the math teacher he could go fuck himself. 61. What is your worst subject in school? All of them. 62. Tell me what your back pack looks like: Black and it holds things. 63. Who is the ugliest person in your school? Based on ‘the inside’: I'm not in school. 64. Who is the happiest person you know? I would have to say my brother because of his husband. 65. Who is the loudest person you know? Charlie 66. Who is the most annoying person you have ever met? Seth 67. What celebrity do you think is hot? Steve McQueen 68. Did you read Twilight? Having to know one vampire was enough, why would I read a bunch of shitty books about them? 69. Last movie you saw in theatre: I don't go to the theatre, it's too loud and makes my head hurt. 70. Are you dating the same person you dated last year? Were we dating then? I don't know if I would call it that, but now we are. 71. Has someone you were dating ever cheated on you? No. 72. Have you ever cheated? No. 73. Have you ever flirted with someone online that you never met? No. 74. Have you ever met with someone you met online? No 75. Have you ever been mean to someone just to make yourself feel better? No, I'm not a fourteen year old girl. 76. Tell me one thing, about yourself, that makes you an ugly person? What I am. 77. Have you been honest? Yes. 78. Have you ever done drugs? Of course.

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