#but here it is.... so... yeah..

[somedaytakethetime]

So.. I'm back. With yet another word vomit. But.. this one is.. special.. if you will.. something I don't normally write about ever.. but.. something that's on my mind a lot. It won't suit everyone, it might not even suit most even, but it might find just the right people I hope...

Notes: you like fruit? I'm incredibly fond of fruit... that's both the clue and the warning, you're welcome. It's also somewhat.. descriptive... it's only fair given that I make everything else a little.. descriptive..

Word count: 3 650 words

The sun is caressing her cheeks and she closes her eyes as she tilts her head further up. Her hands are firmly pressed against the soft cloth behind her and she pushes her chest further out, almost offering it to the sun's kisses. Her skin is a little flushed from the heat, her hair falls behind her in cascades of shiny silk. It makes you breathless to look at her, she's the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. You watch her sigh, chest rising and then falling, as she allows the sun to wrap her in it's warm embrace, allows the heat and the good weather to seep into her bones. Relaxes completely and finally feels at peace after one long season of work. The thin strap of her top slips down her smooth skin, your eyes follow it in it's path, watching in total trance how she doesn't move a single muscle, oblivious to your attention and deep affection. There's people around you, yet you always find yourself completely focused on her. Your friends' voices start to flood into your ears again as the world comes back to focus. She opens her eyes and moves, no longer in an outstretched and relaxed position, instead sitting cross legged on the picnic blanket. You're at the park, hanging out with people you adore, but you wish.. you wish it could just be the two of you. You wish she'd smile that softly at you, the way she does to your best friend currently. You wish you'd have her full attention, even just once, the way she always has yours. But she seems oblivious to your interest in her, seems to not realise that you want her, desperately, that's she's become the object of your deepest, most intimate affections. 'I wish you'd see me the way I see you... it's unfair that they always get the best of you and I'm left trailing behind, trying to get even just a smidgeon of attention.. am I that unattractive? Maybe I'm annoying.. why won't you like me??' You almost huff, on the verge of an inner tantrum, but you're startled from your inner moping when a grape hits your forehead. "Are you going to sulk all afternoon or are you going to participate in the debate?" your friend asks, smirking as he plops a grape into his mouth, and you side eye him "I'm not sulking, I'm thinking. Dumbass." he laughs softly "Sulking, thinking, pondering.. it all looks the same with you, Prissy Pam.", you're about to tell him off, playfully as you always tease each other, but a soft hand touches your arm. Her eyes are so beautiful, you could stare into them for a million years and never tired. You feel breathless every time she looks at you, especially when she smiles softly like now. "What do you think?" your face burns, you have no clue what she said before.. she laughs softly, sees it clearly that you weren't paying attention, "The last game of the season. Do you think the referee was unfair with us, or do you think he was justified?" oh.. they're debating that. Yeah, you have strong opinions on that.. the ref was clearly biased against them, and he kept picking on her.. at some point you wanted to throw hands with him but your best friend told you to be quiet "You can't fight and you know you can't fight, settle down." and.. she wasn't wrong but still. So.. what do you think? You look into her kind eyes, her soft smile as she waits for your perspective and you think you'd burn down the whole world for her.

It's rare to find her in a dress, but not impossible. She wears them sometimes, when she feels like it. She's a practical woman, prefers the freedom of trousers because the wind won't try to blow them over her head. The way it's currently tickling at the flimsy hem of her dress. But.. you'd be lying if you said that dresses aren't your favourite look on her. She's pretty, she's so pretty.. you like how her legs look in dresses. She's shapely in a way that the kits tend to hide, the bagginess of the clothes she favours doesn't show how her body is sculpted with the softest curves. Not in the way this wrap dress she's wearing does. Hugging her body tightly the way you wish you could. The thin fabric dancing with every little motion she makes, your eyes glued to her yet again. She's laughing at something a friend said, you're on your way to a night club. It's hot tonight, clammy even, you're wearing a dress too albeit a looser one. The wind keeps wrapping itself around your legs, under your dress, snaking around your thighs and tummy. It's on the verge of uncomfortable because the wind feels hot and sticky. It makes your skin heated and sticky too. But you're not the only one bothered. You notice her touch her neck softly, breathing deeper, she looks slightly uncomfortable and you notice a small bead of sweat slide down between her breasts. Should you be looking at her cleavage this openly? Probably not, but no one is paying you any attention so.. you follow the path that tiny bead makes, from her chest bone, between the valley of her breasts, all the day down. Disappearing under the fabric. You have the urge to pull the fabric apart, see where that bead disappears off into. You want to chase it with your lips, want to kiss a path down from her neck, behind her ear, all the way to her p-.. "Hello?? Earth is calling? Are you there??" your best friend is waving her hands in front of you, looking annoyed, "Do you want to go with us or not?" you shake your head "Go where?" you watch her roll her eyes, huff, "To the other club! This one is boring, and it'll probably be full of people, we were just talking about making the switch, keep up, girl!" you see her laugh, from the corner of your eyes, hides her face with her hand as she pretends she's not amused that you always seem to be several kilometres away, but you refocus and nod slowly "I'll go wherever, I don't care." your best friend sighs, "Of course you don't.." and takes your hand, pulls you to turn back as you start walking in the wrong direction again, glares at you in that fond maternal way she's been doing for years, "I swear, you're such a goof sometimes.." you laugh and tease her back, it's easier to pretend that you're just flighty instead of admitting were your head had actually been.. and where you wish it could be..

She smells like fruit, she tastes like fruit too. Soft, unhurried kisses getting deeper and deeper the more you move together. Whispery, breathless moans and whines mix like your tongues do too. Heated, sticky skin presses together as you push even closer to each other. Your legs are tangled, you feel the slickness as you slide in unison. Her hands tangle in your hair, pull tightly and you whine into her neck. Your own slide up her back, one disappears into her hair to hold her in place while the other traces a path all the way to her breast. Playing with her nipple, you kiss her neck as you feel her melt and press down harder. Everything is heated and sticky and slippery, it feels so good and you whine too. She kisses you roughly, a little needy, as she rubs against you faster. You cling to each other, fall back together and tangle even further as you both get so desperate to fall apart. She pulls away, arches her back, you look at her like she's unreal. Her hands brace themselves against your hips as she settles, moving faster and faster, and you watch her, transfixed by the way her breasts move. Your hand reaches up to hold one and you feel pleased with the way she whines and arches further, presses more desperately to you, her soft sounds flooding your brain and making you dizzy. You're so close, and so is she. Her hair is messy and unruly, you're both sweaty and needy. She says something and you can't make out what she's saying, look at her puzzled when a "Are you listening to me or not??" comes from her mouth but not in her own voice. You shake your head and the flashes all fade away, leaving you starring straight into your best friend's eyes. "Listen, girl, you know I love you, right? And it's exactly because I love you that I'm going to need you to stop doing that. You either toughen up and tell her that you're into her or you just let it go and move on. But you can't keep fading in and out of reality while you hornily stare at this poor unsuspecting girl and then force us all to pretend we don't know what you're thinking about.." you glare at your friend and she glares right back, "All I'm saying is: either take a chance or don't. But listen.. stop moping. We all see plainly that you like her, so surely she's seen it too. She's not stupid, you know? Just go for it. Tell her how you feel. See where it leads you." a whiny scoff leaves your lips "Easier said than done! Look at her! She's a goddess, she can have anyone! How am I supposed to be like 'Hey, so I know that you're drop dead gorgeous and you could go out with any person that you wish, but this troll here would like your attention please'." the wrist slap your friend gives you in unfairly strong, she didn't need to go that hard.. "If you call yourself a troll again, I'll smack your lips off.. you're pretty, stunning even! I won't hear whatever bullshit your brain tells you, I don't care, argue with the wall. You're hot, she's hot, together you'd be hot. Tell her! End of story. If she doesn't see it? Then she's an idiot and you deserve better, so you move on." there's no arguing with your friend once she gets in this mood, she thinks she's right and nothing will change her mind. She's confident and head-strong, you wish you could be more like her. Especially in this matter. You wish you could so easily say, to the object of your affections, 'Hey, I really like you. Do you like me? Do you think we can go make out somewhere? Please?' with ease and confidence, but you clam up every time she's around. It'll be harder than it looks to even just say 'Hi, I think you're great.' and not have a minor stroke..

You're alone. Well, you're not alone. She is here too. You don't understand why she's stayed behind, but alas she did. Your friends wanted to go out and party the night away but you didn't feel like leaving tonight. You'd rather just sit out here, looking up at the starry sky, enjoying the breeze and the salty air. You didn't even know she had stayed behind, not until you heard noises inside and it frightened you, thinking someone had broken in, before her head popped out and said "Do you want something to eat? I'm making cheesy toasties." you shook your head and tried to settle your erratic heart, this time not because of her but due to the scare she caused you, she's oblivious. Just smiled softly, "Okay, but if you get hungry? I've got food!" and plopped back inside. You stared at the door for a while before settling back down on the lounge chair. It's a strange feeling. To be hyper aware of someone. To almost be able to feel them walking around as if they have your own legs. You close your eyes and you can almost see her inside, walking around with those little shorts.. you love her legs, you can't help it. She's unfairly attractive and you're only human. You wish you could touch her, feel how soft the skin of her inner thighs must be, feel the curve of her hips under your hand, the roundness of her breasts.. you're doing it again. You're fantasizing about her again. You can't help that either. The heat makes your hormones go all wacky, you easily get turned on and your brain just races thinking about her. Thinking about how she must sound, must feel.. the door slides open and it startles you, she walks out in a bikini. "Mind if I go in? It's really fucking hot inside and I can't take it anymore." the AC has been broken for a few days, the rental's landlord is trying to fix it but it's hard to track down someone to replace the units without it costing an arm and a leg. You shrug as you watch her dip into the pool. You try to keep a neutral face, try to keep looking at the ocean, far off in the distance, to keep your mind in check. But this is dangerous territory, and you're not sure how long you can keep fighting your own desperate need to touch her.

Her body is dripping with water as she walks out of the pool again. "God, that felt nice." she nearly moans. You pride yourself on being a woman, being controlled, not having debased urges like a man would but.. that's all bullshit. You're a woman, yes, and that means exactly that you lack control too, that you have debased urges, a need to touch, to kiss, to possess things. You're human, and humans are lust-filled creatures. It's hard to focus on anything other than her body as she sprawls out on the lounge chair next to you. But you try. Keep looking at the ocean, waves rolling in and out slowly, hum a song playing in your head even if the song itself is ironical. 'God is a Woman', isn't it funny how the mind works? You don't even care much for that song and yet, it springs into your mind from time to time, harasses you, won't leave. Your concentration keeps breaking the more she fidges and squirms, she's acting like she has ants in her pants. "Are you okay?" you fixate on her face, avoid looking anywhere else because your mind will wonder off if you do. She nods, tries to stay still but eventually keeps fussing again. "Are you sure you're okay?" this time she sighs "I don't understand how people can stay in wet clothes. This is so uncomfortable.." you laugh softly, you know exactly what she means. You hate wet clothes, you used to cry when you were a child, at the beach, if the water wet your bathing suit. Used to force your parents to change you, you were restless until you were in dry clothes again. At some point in your very early youth they gave up putting a bathing suit on you and just allowed you to toddle around as God intended, there was no point wrestling with a squirming, crying toddler. "I used to throw a fit if my bathing suit was wet, I hated the feeling when I was little." she sits up, "It's just incredibly uncomfortable! I hate feeling fabric stick to me. I despise how it feels, even during games? When I get sweaty and the kit starts to stick to me? I hate it so much. I have the desperate need to throw it off and burn it. I want to do the same right now. I hate this feeling." you smile and nod, look at her for a moment, you don't know what possesses you to say it but it comes out so naturally "You can take it off, it's just us now." you're starring at each other, your face is burning and you look away, back at the ocean, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. It's just.. I know how uncomfortable it is, so all I was saying is you can take it off, I won't look at you. I promise it wasn't in a weird way.." she hums a curious sound, you refuse to look at her, but you hear the wet slap of cloth falling onto the ground. You fixate extra hard on the sky now, flat out refuse to even glance at her from the corner of your eye, you didn't expect she'd actually do it. But she hums again, as she settles down on the lounger, this time far more comfortable, "That's so much better. It's too hot for clothes anyway.." you refuse to move a muscle, barely even breathe, you try to calm your racing heart, to ignore everything. Your lids slide shut as you settle into the chair too, hands clasped together over your stomach, you try to think of the ocean still. Rolling.. sliding.. in and out.. back and forth.. waves crashing.. 'God is a woman' echoing on loop in your mind.. you feel beads of sweat sliding down your chest, under your shirt, squirm a little and press your legs together, ignore the burning inside yourself and focus on the sounds of the waves.

A soft sound startles you. A moan? You open your eyes and look at her, then remember she's nude and look away. She laughs, a bright laugh, "You can be such a prude.. and so oblivious too..", you scoff, "I'm not a prude! I-" but she's already flooding your view, moving to straddle your lap, completely nude.. "Do you honestly think I go around taking my clothes off this easy for anyone to see?" you're trying so hard not to stare at her breasts, keep looking at her face, but she's the devil herself, presses further onto you, cages you against the chair, her breasts so close to your face.. "I'm horny..". Said so naturally. Like you've been together for years and she's just informing you of her state. You whine, a needy sound. A desperate feeling is trying to claw it's way out of your body, you're dizzy and feel intoxicated. "I like you.. if you weren't so busy always zooning off, you'd seen it by now.." you stare at her, she tilts her head to the side, "Do you like me too?" 'Do I-' how do you even begin to express how you feel? Like? Not strong enough. Love? Too strong for this moment. What do you even say? How do you express all the desire, the devotion, the yearning and aching you feel? Your hands creep onto her hips, hold her tightly, you don't mean to touch her just yet but you can't help it "I- I like you too.. more than like even.. you're very... enticing.." a pleased, amused sound purrs in her chest, "Really? Am I now?", she leans closer to your face again, whispers soft and teasing, "So.. are we going to chit chat all night or.. will you help me out?". It's hard to tell who kisses who first, but it doesn't matter anyway. All that matters is that her lips are plush and warm, she tastes like water and faintly of berries. A sweet, tangy flavour that makes you want more. Her hands are desperately pulling at your clothes, "Take it off.." she whispers, need clouding her tone. You get naked in record time, just as needy and desperate to feel her body against yours. You whine together when it happens. You've dreamed about it for a long time now, wanted this so badly. She's even softer than you imagined, warmer and so plush under your hands. She's whiny, kisses you with so much want, pulls your hair and bites your lip, laughs into the kiss when you complain slightly. Your hands find every curve of her body, hold her breasts and play with her nipples, it makes her shiver and moan against your lips. She starts to rub on your thigh, spreading the wetness on your sticky, heated skin. You shiver, feel a fever rising inside you. Your hands move back down and nearly forcefully adjust her in your lap. You break the kiss and whine in sync as you meet, slippery wetness pressing together, you roll against each other like the waves. Leaning back down, she curls over you, her forehead pressed to yours as you look into each other's eyes. No words are said, there's no need for them, you know exactly what the other is thinking. 'So good, you're amazing, I want you, more, please, I need you' strings of incoherency cloud your brain, your hands are frantic, leaving paths of flames on her body as they pass. She makes soft, breathy sounds and moves faster. You follow her, a need so strong it makes you dizzy, you've dreamed about it so much but nothing can compare to how good it feels to have her. You kiss, whine and moan into each other's lips, falling together as the waves crash harder against the rocks in the distance, echoing your emotion. You shiver together, cling to each other, melt as one and keep rolling even as you settle down. It feels so good to press like that, you want to keep doing it even as you pause to kiss and grope each other. She pulls back and looks into your eyes, there's no need for words at all, 'Stay with me' is what she says, and stay with her is what you'll do. You lay down together, touching heated skin and kissing slowly as need, little by little, creeps back inside you both. The waves crash in the distance as you hear echoes in your mind, firmly declaring God is, indeed, a woman.

[cspcrashing]

fool's hope

[mroddmod]

they are like puppies. 2 me

[mao-likes-2-draw]

you look lonely. i can fix that.

[ra3kiv]

[crowkip]

yeehaw, baby!

[nikoisme]

i knew i could count on you two !

[hejee]

sunday mass with the boyfriend aka the son of sparda

[akanemnon]

Let's even the odds!

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[stars-obsession-pit]

“Mom, why do you think ghosts are intrinsically evil?”

“It’s what the science says, of course!”

“No, I mean like, what were the studies? What did they actually observe”

“Ohh, I get what you mean, Danny! Well across all reputable reports of encounters with the ghosts strong enough to matter, they’ve always attacked first and never responded to attempts at communication! There’s no reason for them to do that if they’re not evil!”

“Huh…”

…

Danny, learning about Ghost Speak and how humans can’t understand it: hmm.

Danny, learning that ghosts greet each other and bond by fighting: hmmm.

[katnissmellarkkk]

imagine being haymitch though. imagine being in 13, forced sober for the first time in years, and suddenly, you’re getting your boy back. the one you were so sure snow had stolen from you, like he’d stolen everyone else you’d ever loved. but somehow, by some miracle, your kid is here and he’s breathing and in one piece. imagine how excited you’d be.

imagine how excited you’d be for your (little) girl, your sweetheart of new, who’s about to get her love back. who’s about to experience that same joy you felt for those five minutes you had lenore dove in your arms, before the gumdrops and the poison and everything else came crashing down. only katniss’ joy isn’t going to be for five minutes.

imagine watching as your golden boy runs towards your sweetheart and you’re watching as her arms are outstretched, reaching for him like it appears he’s reaching for her.

now imagine how it must have felt for haymitch to realize the boy’s hands are locking around your girl’s neck and he’s not peeta anymore and this hijacked boy, this lou lou peeta is now strangling katniss. and you’re frozen in place.

just like you were frozen in place decades ago, when the peacekeepers were manhandling lenore dove. you have no choice but to hesitate because you’ve hesitated all your life, and that’s what you do, and once again it almost cost you everything.

once again, hesitating almost cost you your entire family.

no wonder haymitch is so angry all the time.

[shepscapades]

Surely this will have no negative consequences whatsoever!

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still obsessing over 7-12

[soranker]

98 lovemail doodles >_<

[prlssprfctn]

To this day, I think the crack-au with Jason joining Bruce Wayne alike competition for fun and accidentally winning, and this becoming a reason why the whole Batfamily finds out that Jason is alive in the first place, is the funniest version of a fix-it scenario.

[greykolla-art]

Ooooh careful, Alastor! Your line between manipulation and genuine care is getting blurryyyyyyyyyy 👀!

I missed drawing them man! Miss Sweet and mister Scary in situations together is my favourite! ❤️ (but did it have to span 9 coloured pages I almost died?!)

(No I won’t do a part 2 😘!)