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heresathreebee · 4 years ago

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Wearing THAT

[Dewey Finn X Female Reader]

Summary: Reader teases Dewey in a Poison Ivy costume. You have a really hard time saying exactly what you want... Masterlist Next

Word count: 3.1k words (no beta)

Warning(s): 17+ | teasing, lots of teasing and boners, lap sitting, near nudity, touching

AN: only Thots here, thots about Dewey Finn also is Ned British? He's British in my head

This was some sort of test. It had to be. God was testing him through you and you were not playing fair. It’s a costume party not a competition, you pompous little sycophant. And yet he can’t help but tug at the collar of his shirt. It’s not even anywhere near his throat but why else would he feel so constricted? It’s certainly not because of you…

You walked into his shared apartment wearing that and you had no idea the effect it had on him.

Dewey watches you sling an arm around Ned and kiss Patty’s cheek in greeting. “Hi guys! Thanks for inviting me, I’ve been dying to put this on.”

“Oh you look lovely,” Patty coos. She plucks at one of the plastic leaves on your corset. “Did you make this?! It’s so intricate.”

You bark out a laugh. “Oh hell no! I have this cousin, right? And him and his fiancé own this shop where they make costumes for movies and theatre and if you pay ‘em right, ‘personal use.’ And they don’t ask questions what ain’t their business either.”

“Well, I’m sold.” Ned raises his beer for a toast and Patty clinks it with her bottle of mysterious green juice. “Prost! What’s the name of the shop? Wanna see if they’re online– you know, for... support.”

“Ned,” Patty swatted his empty hand (no need to be shy, we already know they’re freaky).

You pat your friends on their backs and take a step towards the kitchen. “Gonna get myself a beer.”

“Oh honey you don’t have to do that. Dewey!” The man in question nearly covered himself in his own drink when he heard his name. “Be a good host and get this lady her beer!”

“Yes captain,” Dewey salutes and Patty can do nothing but glare in her Star Trek yellow shirt costume. Original series, of course, nothing but the best for Patricia Di Marco.

Dewey takes a hold of the moment he has his back to you to take deep, calming breaths. He will not let this be the end of him. Your friendship means so much more to him than that and a little fancy green corset was not going to make him fuck things up with you.

He’s ready for you when he hands you your beer. Your one arm hug is appreciated because he’s sporting a bit of wood and he’d hate to find out your corset isn’t thick enough to hide it– or god forbid you feel him on your thigh. And god, your thighs… those sheer green nylon tights were doing unspeakable things to him. Maybe if he kept you close and kept your legs out of his peripherals he could make it through the night without embarrassing himself.

Or maybe not.

“Are yoooouuu a college student?,” you ask and point at his inconspicuous clothes.

“Actually– ” he opens the buttons of his shirt to reveal another shirt with a superman logo on it and buttons it back up clumsily as you laugh. “Ssshhh! Don’t tell anybody. Protect my secret.”

“Of course,” you giggle. God you feel good hanging off him– usually he loves how physical you are but he has to figure out a way to keep his distance without offending you and quickly. “You like mine?”

The way you pick up a thick swirling red lock and direct his attention to the very thing he’s trying not to look at is killing him. Of course you look even better up close. The leaves of your corset give the thing depth and texture, your gloves are fingerless and go over your elbows, and your heels are high, like make- him- feel- his- below- average- height high.

“I like these.” Dewey plucks at the ring of leaves at the top of your gloves. It’s a way to keep his mind off your everything else. “Did you dye your hair?”

“It’s a wig.” You tug on the top and then the bottom, wincing a little. “Sew in, so don’t go snatch it.”

“I would never!”

“Poison Ivy, eh? Think that’s one of Dewey’s favorites,” Ned blabs.

Dewey sends him a death glare so powerful Ned chokes on his beer but you’re looking at your Spock-dressed friend so you can’t see it.

“Oh, really?” You return your gaze to Dewey and say, “well you must be loving this, then.”

Dewey swallows. No words come to him and there is nothing to stop the awkward silence that follows. You appear unbothered by it, maintaining eye contact as you smile almost knowingly…

“We should play twister,” he says with the most unsure voice ever.

“We don’t even have twister,” Patty mumbled. “Come on, there are like twenty other games setup, let’s play!”

Dewey gives it a minute and when he’s free from you, he catches Ned by his pointy green ear and drags him into the hall. “Hey? What the fuck are you doing?”

“Whah– what are you talking about?” Ned slaps at the hand fisted in his shirt but Dewey doesn’t budge.

“You can’t just go telling people I’m into them, dude! Do you know how close you came to giving me away?!”

Ned scoffed. “Her? I hardly think she’s ignorant to your feelings, you’re not like that Steven from Austin fellow.”

“– Are you talking about stone cold Steve Austin?"Dewey buries his face in his hands- "It’s his last name, not his birthplace–”

“And besides…” Ned peeks around the corner to see you in the middle of some sort of posing game. Everybody's trying to take the form of some sort of vehicle, and you've got Chloe in a headlock and Vance's leg in the other hand. Ned never got to finish his thought because someone dropped a huge bowl of popcorn and that too became a game of ‘how many can you eat off the floor before Patty cleans it up.’ Ned’s got to help and he’s got to help now.

Dewey finds himself on the couch with his fifth beer of the evening. Vance, Jeremiah, and Chloe are talking baseball stats when suddenly Dewey’s vision is filled with green and red just before you sit down. Right between his legs. He unconsciously scoots up to make room for you and before he catches on to your game, you nestle into his space by the arm of the couch and sling your legs across his like you belong there.

Ok, something is definitely up with you.

Would he describe you as cuddly? A little. Perhaps a more appropriate word would be… hands on. Long before he started wanting more than friendship with you, you two were always just touching. Your presence and your love language was physical. Dewey never felt like you were invading his personal space or overstepping his boundaries because he simply had none with you and the feeling was mutual. But this was something else. Something that wasn’t there before.

Was it him? Was he fucking up his perfectly in sync companionship with you because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants or (his heart for that matter)? He wasn’t sure if he wanted to drag you closer or push you flat on your ass right now.

You were listening to Chloe chew Vance out for hating Gritty the mascot when you felt Dewey plant a hand on your forehead. “Hey, are you feeling ok?”

You gently shake him off and raise a single eyebrow. He seems serious, his voice gone all soft and making you feel gooey inside.

“You just seem… I dunno,” he fumbles, “do you want me to take you home after this?”

Hellooooo opening! “Actually, can I stay here tonight?”

“Yeah, of course.” Fuck, who said that? Dewey? Ah, shit…

“Thanks,” oh oh you should not be rubbing his thigh right now… “I think I’ll go change here in a minute.”

Oh please do, please please puh-leeaaase–

After a brilliant movie drinking game (which Dewey tapped out of), the crowd began to disband. 24 became 20, then 18, then 12. You went out to your car to grab your overnight stuff and Dewey was hoping for a brief reprieve from the assault of your visage. He just needed a few more people to leave so he can sequester himself and rub one out– you know, get his head straight. Ever since you left his lap he’s been rock hard, there’s not enough blood flowing to his brain. The guest count is down to 3– 2 with you in your car, and he can’t wait anymore.

Dewey slipped into the only bathroom in the house and prayed to god nobody noticed him. He barely got his hand wrapped around his shaft when Patty’s fist banged on the door demanding he help clean up. Sulking and agitated, Dewey managed to calm down while cleaning up red solo cups, glass beer bottles, cans, and small pocket sized objects that would need to be returned to the guests after their hangovers subsided (no keys, thankfully, everybody’s got a DD). His “predicament’ is nearly forgotten when you finally return with a bundle of clothes, disappear into the bathroom and reemerge in loose sleepwear with your makeup wiped clean and uh… braless.

You catch him looking. Dewey– surprisingly sober after he gave up drinking half way through his sixth beer– does nothing short of raise a slightly irritated eyebrow at you. “Cold in here, huh?”

“Shut up. You know how uncomfortable it is to sleep in a bra?”

You help him collect a couple bottles that rolled under the couch and walk with him down to Ned’s car. Patty would sort the recyclables from the trash in the morning (late morning, she did a couple rounds of tequila shots thanks to you). It’s almost like the party never happened; you’re shooting the shit again and everything is right in the world. He’s got no ulterior reaction to putting a hand on your hip– that’s just a normal thing in your perfectly platonic relationship. God, he really must have been imagining things, he was beginning to think you were actually trying to flirt with him!

Ned’s bent over the kitchen sink with Patty and holding her hair back. He looks up as you enter the apartment and shakes his head. You and Dewey make yourself scarce by slipping into the shared bathroom to hide. You try to giggle quietly as Dewey surveys the skincare products you covered the counter with. He points to your head and asks, “you wearing that to bed?”

“It’s sewed in, I’m not taking this off for three weeks at least,” you answer. “Get my money’s worth. I can work it like my natural hair.”

Dewey nods. You rub your arm nervously and look for something to say, something to circle back to the whole point of showing up looking like a sexed up goddess. What do guys like? Girls wearing their clothes, right? But you need to phrase it perfectly…

“Dewey?” He looks up from the scrubby lip balm in his hands. “I’m not quite ready to go to sleep yet and it… it is a little chilly in your place. Can I wear your jacket?”

Just to bring your meaning home, you tug on his sleeve– the very jacket on his back. You don’t want just any jacket, you want that one, already warm and scented by him. You don’t miss the way his eyes glance past you like he was reluctant to comply. And yet…

“Yeah, here.” He slips out of it with ease and drapes it over your shoulders. You miss the sigh of relief he makes when you pull the zipper closed and obscure your pebbling nipples. “Think I’m gonna go help Ned put Patty to bed.”

Ned was a scrawny little thing and couldn’t carry her by himself, and she needed to be carried. Competitive by nature, it’s easy to talk her into virtually anything, especially if it feels like girl time. You need Patty in a deep sleep for your plans tonight (sorry not sorry). Dewey’s very sexy as he bears most of Patty’s weight. She’s clinging to Ned, arms around his neck and babbling incoherently while Dewey’s got an arm around her waist and legs, keeping Ned on his feet. You skirt ahead of them and open the bedroom door, help pull her shoes off, her captain insignia, her earrings, you even wipe the spit from her lips and the eyeliner smeared on her cheek.

“You’re my favorite ever,” she whimpers, “I love you so much, you’re like my best friend ever…”

You shush her gently. “You say that about everybody when you’re drunk, baby. I promise I’ll make you a fat breakfast in the morning but you gotta go to sleep now, OK?”

Patty nods. She snuggles into her pillow just as Ned is taking up position as the big spoon when she looks back up at you and asks, “can we go for a run together?”

You blink evenly. “Yes.” You already regret it as she smiles big and wide. It would be just your luck this is the one thing she doesn't forget in the morning.

Finally it's just you and Dewey in the hallway. It feels like you're standing between two choices: his open bedroom door and the living room. But it seems like only you can feel the weight of it.

"Are you sure you want to stay over?," Dewey asks, "you can use my bed."

You perk up out of your heavy mood. "Really?"

"Yeah, I'll take the couch tonight."

He can't possibly miss the way you instantly deflate but he's still not putting the pieces of the puzzle together. "Dewey. I'm not going to kick you out of your own room."

He shrugs. "Suit yourself. I'll grab a few blankets."

There's a storage closet in the main building with this one extra soft blanket that Dewey knows you'll love. You on the other hand have got no more patience left. Once the man leaves, you stomp your foot and decide to try one final act.

Dewey returns to the apartment to find an empty, quiet living room. Ned and Patty are in bed, but where are you? He wanders past the bathroom door because it's dark inside and checks his room. There you are reclining on his bed. He could have sworn you were wearing pants before but your legs are bare and his jacket hugs the tops of your thighs. He also could have sworn you were wearing a shirt. He finds both items folded neatly beside you with your underwear right on top.

Oh…

This cannot be happening right now. He just survived tonight by the skin of his teeth and now you were doing this to him. He’s going to pull his hair out, going to scream, it’s so frustrating because he can’t just ask you what you want– you’ll turn the question back on him and he’ll fuck it up. He lets the blanket fall from his grip and with a heavy sigh he whispers in a weak voice, “straight answers only. What are you doing to me? Why you doin’ this?”

You cock your head and answer leisurely, your eye drifting across the items in his room. “You know that’s not how I roll, but if you want me to address the elephant in the room: I'm naked in your bed right now."

Against his better judgement, Dewey moves closer. "I can see that."

One step closer and your eyes find him again. Like an invitation you lean back more, even uncross your legs but go no further. Dewey swallows his tongue and waits for you to elaborate and every second is agonizingly slow.

"You think you can just walk around here with your pretty face and cocky little attitude like it’s nothing,” you said accusingly.

Dewey glared at you. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black.”

“Well we're in agreement then,” you’re almost sneering at him, but he knows it’s because you’re really frustrated with yourself, “I look and I touch and I feel but I don’t know, you know?”

“Not a clue,” he sighs and sits himself beside you. He’s done trying to keep his distance. “Let’s go back to you being naked in my bed.”

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it?,” he repeats incredulously. Dewey leans back on his elbow to look you over from top to bottom. You look damn good in nothing but his jacket. You’ve got the long ends of your red hair in braids that sweep down to your navel. The zipper rests tantalizingly right below your ribcage. Dewey dares to reach out a mollifying hand and give a tiny stroke to that silver keeper. He cannot bring himself to speak above a whisper as he nods, “yeah, I… I like it.”

The tension leaves your shoulders and you wear a small grin. “It’s not too late to take it back. Say no, and I’ll put my clothes back on and sleep on the couch like none of this ever happened. This,” you point between the two of you, “doesn’t change unless we want it to.”

… this was real. In answer, Dewey’s chin wrinkles and he watches his finger travel upwards, drawing a light line up the expanse of your chest between your breasts to feel you shiver at his touch. Thing is he doesn’t want to say no, but wouldn’t it be better? Safer? He asks the question he’s been dying to know all night. “What do you want from me?”

“Whatever I can get,” you answer truthfully. “Whatever you’ll allow. Don’t trouble yourself with labels and things ‘cause what we have has always been so much more than that.”

Dewey feels a weight lift off of his chest. His hand works around your waist and drags you closer, halfway under him and he rests his perspiring forehead on your breastbone. Whatever happens next happens, for better or for worse.

You’re not troubled when Dewey moves the jacket to expose one of your breasts, however you are taken aback when he bites you. You barely manage to stifle your yelp when you feel him growl against your flesh and the sound vibrates straight to your core. Dewey drags his head up and stares you dead in the eye as he kneads your savaged breast.

“All night,” he growls, “all fucking night for this? We could have done this ages ago. The salon, the drive in, Chloe’s cat’s birthday– grocery shopping last week. But no, instead you pick a party full of people and you’ve had me riled up for hours.”

Dewey pinches your hardened peak and you keen. “‘m sorry…”

“No you’re not, but don’t worry: you will be.”

AN: Check Out Part 2 @hoodoo12 @go-commander-kim @escape-your-grape @softbeej @imma-fucking-nerd @werwulfy

#Dewey Finn #Dewey Finn x reader #three bees writing #🐝🐝🐝✒#black reader insert #🖤❤💛#dewey finn x female reader

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reddpenn · 6 years ago

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Hey, since a bunch of new people are following this blog now, do you guys want to see my Cool Rocks?

To start with, here’s a super amazing stripy colorful rock. This is banded fluorite, the most colorful rock in the world! The best way to view this rock is with a little light behind it.

It’s so cool how all the little cracks in the rock cast shadows. And the way those colors glow! Look at all those different purples. That golden yellow gradient! Those thin stripes of teal and green and blue!! Amazing!!

Here’s a rock which is business on the bottom and party on the top. Those pale green crystals up top are apophyllite. Here is a fun apophyllite fact: just like zeolite, apophyllite isn’t a mineral, but the name of a whole group of minerals! This piece might be natroapophyllite (probably not) or hydroxyapophyllite (maybe?) or fluorapophyllite (likely!) but it’s hard to tell without testing its chemical composition.

Speaking of zeolites, this cluster of crystals down below is a zeolite mineral called scolecite! It has the coolest crystal habit! Scolecite likes to form these silky white needles which radiate outwards as they grow. This apophyllite and scolecite growing together make such an awesome specimen.

Turquoise is my birthstone, so it’s always been one of my favorites! That’s why I need an unreasonable amount of it. Look at this massive chunk of turquoise. This monster. This absolute unit.

Here’s a lovely pink rock. Rose quartz may be a common stone, but mine has a secret backstory.

Back in the 40s, my rose quartz belonged to someone’s private mineral collection. The number identifying her as specimen 433 is still attached with resin! I would never in a million years scrape it off; it’s too cool thinking about all the shops and collectors it must have passed through before it came to me. What is your story, little rock? What have you seen?

Desert roses! A whole huge cluster of them all stuck together! You might remember my big red barite rose. These little white roses are made of selenite, and I absolutely bought them because my barite rose needed a buddy. It’s incredible how they naturally form in this shape.

Here is some more selenite, which did not naturally form in this shape! But a cube like this is perfect for showing off some Cool Optical Properties.

Selenite is just like ulexite; its crystal structure is like a fiber optics cable! (In fact, in nicely gemmy selenite this effect is even easier to see than in ulexite.) Even though the sides of its crystals are opaque and white, the top and bottom will project whatever’s behind it like a screen! Science!!!!!

This little black rock turns a deep red-orange when I shine a light through it. It’s amber! Sadly no mosquitoes trapped in this one, but there are some cool swirls of lighter and darker amber inside. Since this rock is made from fossilized tree resin, it feels like resin! Super lightweight and almost like plastic. Maybe someday I’ll find this guy a friend with some bugs in it.

Halite is the sciency name for this rock, but you might know it better as rock salt. Halite’s the best because it can form in one of my favorite crystals habits: hopper crystals!! Just like bismuth, halite makes these weird hollow stairstep-like cubes. (But unlike bismuth, halite doesn’t need to grow them under lab conditions. It can just do this naturally!)

Does your monkey brain want to eat a rock? You could absolutely eat this one! If you licked this rock, it’d taste salty… but your saliva would dissolve my cool hopper crystals, so please don’t.

This weird shaped crystal is a lab-grown piece of arcanite. No, not the World of Warcraft item or the Yu-gi-oh card. It’s a potassium sulfate mineral, and here is a list of Cool Places To Find Arcanite! It was first discovered growing on railroad ties! It’s been found around hydrothermal vents! It can be found in bat guano! Oh, and big crystals like this can be found grown by humans in labs. Look, if you don’t collect manmade rocks that’s cool and all but I’ll be over here excitedly telling people about railroad ties and bat guano.

Hm, but now I’ve gotta pick something especially cool for the last rock…

You guys wanna see some fossilized lightning?

This is a fulgurite, also called lightning glass or petrified lightning! Oh man, this is one of my absolute favorite rocks!! It’s formed when lightning strikes sandy soil. The intense heat melts the sand and fuses it into a tube of natural glass, preserving the shape of the lightning bolt! I can’t get a good picture of it, but the inside of mine has a black, glassy texture. If you live near a beach, go check it out after a thunderstorm and you might find some fulgurites of your own!

Oh, and if you’re into witchy stuff and crystal healing, fulgurite is one of the few rocks I know crystal healing stuff about. They say fulgurites are good for contacting extraterrestrials and UFOs! Please bring me some moon rocks, UFOs. I’ll trade you some Earth rocks, which, have I mentioned? Are all amazingly cool.

(You can see more of my rocks over here!)

#rock collecting #red pen has cool rocks #look at my cool rocks #long post

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crystalglassjar · 4 years ago

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🦋 Butterfly Baby 🦋

-🦋 Butterfly Baby 🦋-

this isn’t exactly a fanfic but not exactly a list of headcanons either. it’s basically an “I suck at writing but I’ve already planned out an entire story”. is there a beginning, climax, and satisfying ending? no lmao

-📋 story description 📋-

xiao and hu tao get together and have a family. hu tao is 19 at the start of this fic if you’re wondering. I just really needed to get this story out my system...hehe...and reply to this post if you can figure out why the story is called Butterfly Baby

-‼️warnings‼️-

mild spoilers, also this was written on 2/7/2021 so some stuff might seem incorrect after more story quests come out. also major character death if you read the alternate ending

-📜 the actual writing 📜-

• hu tao and xiao start hanging out together (aka hu tao comes to bother xiao and eat almond tofu with him whenever he stops by wangsheng inn)

• xiao eventually grows fond for hu tao but makes many attempts to keep her at an arms distance, all of which were in vain

• xiao and hu tao are both in denial about being in love but obviously xiao takes his denial to a whole other level

• xiao doesn’t visit the inn for 2 weeks but eventually caves and goes back because he missed hu tao the silky texture of almond tofu

• ganyu finds out after overhearing verr goldet (desk lady at wangshu inn) reporting back to ningguang about her observations

• ganyu thinks it’s an exaggeration until she goes to wangshu inn for some business affairs sees xiao and hu tao chatting over some almond tofu and tea

• xiao pretends to not notice ganyu peering from behind a wall

• xiao brings it up during ganyu’s adepti training (ganyu story quest) and she just looks away and apologizes

• xiao knows she wouldn’t tell anyone so he doesn’t bother making her feel even worse than she already does

• xiao and hu tao start actually dating (in secret) but it’s hard to keep at least a few people from noticing an adepti and a funeral parlor director walking near the outskirts of town

• xiao once again tries to distance himself because he feels like he’s not worthy of her love after all the people he’s killed and that an adeptus can’t be with a mortal, hu tao shuts that argument down with “but I don’t care”

• hu tao is a bit hurt that he thinks it matters if she’s a mortal

• she laughs at the rumors that she’s dating an adeptus even if it’s true

• zhong li eventually hears about the rumors and is pretty sure it’s true because hu tao comes to his statue everyday and recently brought up questions about love

• fast forward 10 months of hush hush dating and he finally proposes. no ring or anything fancy, just a simple “do you want to get married?” while they stood at the peak of guyun stone forest

• hu tao says yes without even thinking about it and immediately kisses him and starts excitedly talking about wedding plans that she totally hasn’t been thinking about for the past 3 months

• xiao comes to ganyu to ask for help with wedding planning and ganyu nearly looses her head when she hears him say “so I’m engaged now..”

• hu tao somehow convinced zhong li to help her with planning

• zhong li isn’t too shocked about the engagement but hopes that xiao knows what he’s getting himself into

• hu tao, with a lot of effort, convinces xiao to move into the wangsheng funeral parlor with her

• xiao has a tough time adjusting to mundane life (haha get it because- no? not funny? ok I’ll stop)

• it doesn’t take much negotiation with ningguang to secure a venue at yujing terrace

• xiao would’ve preferred a private wedding at jueyun karst but didn’t know how to ask cloud retainer about it

• one month of planning later and they get married at yujing terrace

• basically everyone in Liyue attends the wedding including traveler

• the adepti got their invites delivered from ganyu and watched the wedding from afar

• I know nothing about Chinese weddings so uhhhh that’s for the reader to dream about

• hu tao throws a flower ball made of silk flowers into the crowd (customs of liyue, volume 1)

• may or may not have forgotten about contraception during their wedding night.....

• too embarrassed to go down to bubu pharmacy get morning after medicine

• hu tao prays to rex lapis that she won’t get pregnant

• zhong li, sipping his tea: I pretend I do not hear

• xiao doesn’t know if he should tell hu tao about zhong li being rex lapis so he just hopes he’ll never have to reveal that secret

• xiao nearly breaks his skull on the wall when he realizes what he’s getting himself into

• people of Liyue are still in shock about an adeptus marrying a mortal (since they were never confirmed to be dating beforehand) and nearly explode with buzz when the funeral parlor director starts growing a baby bump

• “have you seen the wangsheng funeral parlor director? last time I saw her, it looked like her belly was growing a bit. do you think she’s pregnant? oh my archons, a half adeptus baby? I can’t believe it!”

• xiao asks zhong li if he can go out an order a crib, rocking chair, baby clothes, etc for him

• zhong li obviously says yes

• fast forward 9 months and hu tao goes into labor just an hour before the funeral parlor was closing for the day

• zhong li rushes hu tao to her room and tells the undertakers to fetch the midwife

• hu tao calls for xiao and of course xiao is there within 10 seconds

• midwife nearly shits herself when she walks into the bedroom and sees an adeptus

•the midwife nervously asks if xiao was the father

• there was a popular (false) rumor going around that hu tao had an affair with zhong li and the baby was his, mostly because people refused to believe that hu tao was pregnant with a half adeptus baby. these rumors were only fueled further when zhong li was overheard asking a shop keeper if he should order multiple sizes of baby onesies just in case.

• zhong li just nods his head and xiao looks away in shame

• midwife gives helps deliver the baby while thinking “if I fuck this up, this adeptus is going to kill me”

• surprise! the baby is completely fine and healthy

• ganyu asked the qixing if she could take a day off (much to the shock of everyone who knew she wouldn’t even take her yearly vacation leave)

• ganyu has never ran so quickly down Liyue’s streets and nearly kicked down the funeral parlor door

• she’s super excited to know that there’s going to be another half adeptus in Liyue but is also incredibly worried about the idea of a half yaksha child

• I can’t come up with a name for the daughter so ill just call her daughter

• zhong li is named the god father and ganyu is the named god mother

• xiao and hu tao take the baby down to jueyun karst

• ganyu and cloud retainer both think the baby is such an adorable and precious little thing

• the rest of the adeptus are just like “xiao wtf...but ok”

• refer to my posts about xiao as a father if you want some more cute details but I don’t wanna just write a copy paste of my past post

• everyone at Liyue harbor is gossiping about it

• hu tao is a very fun and free mom and teaches the kid to become a tiny ball of chaos with the pyromania of klee and the sneakiness of yaoyao. aka the kid is now unstoppable

• pyro vision because of course

• hu tao teaches her daughter how to master pyro, how to write poetry, and most importantly, how to become a funeral parlor director

• the daughter actually prefers swords over poles and gets classes from the guhua clan, and more specifically,

• zhong li was very eager to give the kid a vision and was managed to get the pyro archons permission

• xiao confronts zhong li about the vision it in secret

• xiao: you gave her a pyro vision. do you know how destructive she will be?

• zhong li, taking another sip of tea: ✨ I pretend I do not hear ✨

• hu tao overhears the conversation and puts two and two together

• hu tao and xiao have their first ever argument ever since they got married

• “why didn’t you tell me before?”

• “because it was a secret!”

• back and forth until they hear the baby waking up and crying

• they agree that there’s no point in arguing now and go off to calm down the baby

• they end up living a happy life as a family of three, and after hu tao’s death, xiao continues to raise the child as much as he can (with the help of zhong li and ganyu)

• their daughter becomes the 78th director of the wangsheng funeral parlor

~the end~

-↪️ alternate ending ↪️-

• osial somehow wakes up during one lantern rite

• xiao was distracted by a different, much smaller, demon

• the guizhong ballista and jade chamber had been repaired by now and were better than before, and they were able to defeat osial without sacrificing the jade chamber again

• however they didn’t get to the jade chamber fast enough and a small part of Liyue was destroyed

• one place in that part of liyue being the wangsheng funeral parlor

• xiao is overcome by grief because he believe it was his fault that he wasn’t able to protect this family

• he finally succumbs to the corruption

• what he didn’t know what was that hu tao did indeed die in the destruction, but his daughter (currently age 12) was still perfectly well and alive

• ganyu takes in the daughter

• zhong li took over the post as director after hu tao’s death and became the 78th director

• zhong li continued to teach the daughter about how to properly run a business and conduct flawless funerals

• the daughter becomes the 79th director of the wangsheng funeral parlor when she’s 18

• she also becomes the new demonslayer of the adepti, following in her father’s footsteps

• even through the trauma of witnessing her mother’s untimely death and being given the news that her father’s had also died, she made it through and raised a happy family of her own, while wearing the hat that her mom passed down.

~the end~

-📝 author’s note 📝-

ok...so that was longer than expected. let me know what you guys think! see any typos or anything off? please mention it! if you guys have a header for hu tao please do share~

#hu tao #Xiao #fanfic #fanfiction #Genshin impact fanfic #Genshin impact fanfiction #Genshin fanfic #Genshin fanfiction #hu tao Genshin impact #Xiao Genshin impact #Xiao x hu tao #Xiao tao #hu xiao #hu tao x xiao #i know its very shitty #fanfics-!

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dayzone · 5 years ago

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I never send asks but I wanted to say that autistic Kevin is also a favorite hc of mine. Would it be possible to get some of your own thoughts/ideas about it? Love all of your posts!!

yes !! absolutely i take any chance to talk about my hcs !! there’s not enough autistic kevin content, and i’m so glad u like my other content too !!

he was never diagnosed in the nest; he had trouble understanding certain cues and sometimes it felt like everyone expected him to know how to communicate a certain way he didn’t know how to, but PR training was engrained into him just as much as the correct grip on an exy stick was, so he tends to fall back on that

it doesn’t really concern him bc he’s not interested in talking to people and why should it matter ?? he only really needs to be good at exy

he always assumed that his special interest in exy and such was just a raven thing

exy was an easy special interest to have bc in the nest talking about exy was really the only type of talking encouraged

his special interest in history is where he kinda... faltered

at its core it seemed similar to his interest in exy but it wasn’t encouraged the same way exy was so he treats it a bit differently

he does infodump, but only to himself about history while he was in the nest; whenever he would read an article that was really interesting and made him kinda !! he would lock himself in his room, alone, and pace while talking to himself for a few hours to get it all out

the first time he infodumps at psu was about the trojans after a really great match they played; it was only andrew, nicky, and aaron in their dorm at the time

he’s kinda hesitant to really infodump about exy bc at first all of his teammates see him only as a stuck up exy obsessed bitch, and while it’s true somewhat, it definitely doesn’t encourage any of them to listen to him talk even more about exy

he gets more comfortable with infodumping to wymack first, telling him about a history project and a certain move jeremy knox pulled off the really should’ve been impossible and slowly but surely he gets comfortable with infodumping on the other foxes, one by one

Routine. he is Very into routine and coming up with a new one after leaving the nest was hell for him and everyone around him; this on top of his hand pushed him to shutdown for a while

whenever he has a meltdown kevin goes nonverbal and Cannot be touched; andrew and eventually wymack and neil are the only people he’ll let be around him while he’s like this. talking feels impossible for him and even the thought of someone touching him can make him writhe

this pertains more to some of my hcs about his anxiety, but whenever he’s overwhelmed he re-strings the mesh of his exy racquet over and over again until his mind quiets down and he stops full-body shaking

is very meh about food. most of his eating habits come from the nest but he Does Not Like certain textures

cooked carrots? mashed potatoes? cooked peas? if it is warm and mushy he will not eat it

he was “trained out of” most of his stims at the nest but as he gets more comfortable at psu he slowly lets himself stim around his teammates

it’s mostly small stuff; he rocks gently, likes to play with things in his hands to keep them moving, doesn’t really like to sit still. snaps his fingers sometimes when he’s aggravated. pulls on the mesh of his racquet, twists his fingers in the strings. has caught himself chewing on his shirt neck/sweatshirt strings on multiple occasions; andrew noticed, because he notices everything, but he doesn’t object when kevin steals his sweatshirts and ultimately chews on the strings

andrew once walked in on kevin laying on the dorm floor with a mountain of blankets on top of him and all kevin said was “good pressure” and gave andrew a thumbs up

andrew gets him a weighted blanket after that

kevin loves the blanket but nothing beats neil (or even occasionally matt or nicky in their last few years at psu when he’s more comfortable around the rest of the team) laying flat on top of him; he blushed Very Hard the first few times he asked them to do it (after the first time neil accidentally fell asleep on him and kevin realized how good the weight was) but eventually he became comfortable asking

is Bad at reading the room/other peoples emotions; wymack is Always confusing him even if he doesn’t try to, wymack is just... Trying His Best; andrew is normally pretty straightforward and tells it how it is so kevin takes solace in that. whenever people have been Too Much and he just feels frustrated and confused bc people were getting frustrated at him for not understanding even though they were the ones being confusing he either locks himself in the dorm room alone or finds andrew and just sits with him until he calms down

when kevin gets too caught up in his own head or is struggling with understanding a certain situation he goes to neil bc neil is brutally honest and will repeat the same thing as many times as it takes to stick without getting frustrated with kevin

betsy was the one to diagnose him; he didn’t take it badly, he did his own research and his biggest reaction was along the lines of relief and “oh that makes a lot of sense”; he likes knowing he isn’t the only one who feels similar to how he feels. in his pro years he makes sure it’s known that he’s autistic bc he knows it helps other neurodivergent kids in the world to have someone they can relate to. it’s also a big fuck you to all the commentators and press who doubted him only after he made it known that he was autistic; he’s very petty about it and likes to remind people that, yes, you can be the best striker in all of exy history and be autistic. it’s not that hard to understand.

okay !!!! these are just some of my autistic!kevin hcs !! i feel like this hc does Not get enough content :,) pls pls pls always feel free to chat with me about autistic kevin or really any aftg hcs !!!

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of-faunsandyellowflowers · 5 years ago

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Tw: long fucking post.

Sorry to keep bringing up autism but

Man..... and you dont have to read this. That's fine. I dont have anyone in my life to talk to about this so, tumblr is my space to vent 🤷‍♀️

I know I've lived with this since I was a kid, but just reading more, learning more....I finally understand why I do things the way I do. Newly diagnosed autism reaaallllyyyy was like an aha moment for me lol. And it's not just my PTSD, anxiety or anything like that...its just how my brain is. I'm starting to realize when stuff happens and why....

Yesterday, I was doing ok. I went to the store (I have a routine of going nearly at the exact same time every day) because I needed some groceries. Some days I have to have headphones because of loud noise. I hate going into regular check out lanes cuz I dont like when ppl ask me stuff. I freeze. Sometimes I'll make an odd comment that the cashier will just find odd.

Anyway, I got home and all of a sudden everything was just brighter than it usually is, louder than it usually is and nothing could block it out. I was really itchy, and could barely move. I've already got a hard time even attempting to tune shit out, I HEAR everything, SMELL everything....etc. But, when you get into meltdown mode....everything is worse.

Then I couldn't talk. My dad kept saying something to me, and I tried to open my mouth to speak but I couldnt. I put my headphones on because if I have music playing normally I can somewhat calm down and cant hear anything else but that...and it's nice to only hear one thing. This happens so often and what I once thought was just a panic attack....its not. My panic attacks arent like that.

I went upstairs....and that's when my normal 'coping' kicked in. I've just learned that my habits of 'comfort' are in fact stimming.

The things I tend to do mostly without noticing I'm doing it, some more so with meltdowns:

Blink rapidly

Twitch my nose rapidly

Move my foot up and down like I'm rocking my knee

Pick out my hair in search for these little curly hairs that grow on my head obsessively

Feel the softness of my foot from my other foot and repeatedly petting my foot with my other foot

Pet soft things

Pace. Alot.

Sway. Rock back and forth. Especially in lines.

Color by number books.....I get obsessed over them

Twiddle my thumbs, fingers,

Obsessively scratch parts of my skin

Staring, especially at walls while rocking

Biting the skin around my fingernails, or clipping the skin with fingernail clippers

Repeatedly cussing or speaking to myself

Whistle

I remember as a kid, doing all these things, in response to too much stimulation, or change in things.

I CONSTANTLY had meltdowns, shutdowns, and full on rage as a kid and would have meltdowns often. I dont have them as much now...but they are there.

Shut downs after really any social exchange for longer than a certain amount of time. I can no longer speak even if I tried.

Refusal to eat certain foods because the texture was bad, and eating the same foods over and over again, every day for months.

Loud abrupt noises????? I think the fuck NOT

Being touched. At all. Especially without my permission. I hate hugs.

Having attachments to more animals than ppl, and learning about said animals to an 'obssessive' degree.

Cant wear clothes with tags, or things that arent soft because my skin is so sensitive and it's too much (that's also to do with my fibromyalgia but it's just gotten worse since fibro)

I like to call my brain the monkey brain. It never fucking shuts up. Ever. It just swings from one thought to the next.

Do you ever go to work and actively dont go to the parties or speak to anyone st work because you know if you do you'll spout out something that no one really needed to hear? I stay away from people in life because of that. Or because they will be too loud, and I'd rather just go home and read.

Telling people things they had no desire to learn and being blunt about it is a specialty of mine that I dont seem to realize upsets ppl until they actively tell me they are upset.

Not being able to know what someones feeling unless I empathetically tune into it

Cracking jokes at inappropriate times. Laughing at inappropriate times.

Always noticing details of things and making analysis of why those things are there and trying to understand the context of it

Seeing patterns in EVERYTHING.

thinking any human on the planet who is nice to me MUST like me more than friends because that's what ppl do when they like you from what I was taught

Terrible at body language, many facial expressions, cant grasp any hints on someones intentions unless they tell me

Being told I have RBF because I dont show a lot of emotions

Told I'm extra sensitive and weird ALL the time.

Cant keep a lot of friends for too long because they find me weird

The only thing I know how to talk about is myself, or things that I'm interested in/anger me/make me feel a certain way. I also cant relate to experiences unless I myself have had it happen...

Forgetting things all the god damn time and not knowing where to put things because if I put something somewhere I'll 1. Forget about it and 2. It's not in the right 'spot' and needs to be 'perfect'. I'm a disorganized mess and if anyone helps me I freak out because I dont eant my things touched, everything has to be done a certain way.

Special interests that I'm so obsessed with....like baking, archeology, history...

I know I'm forgetting more things....just learning that this is me. This is my life, this is how I've always thought, and that's ok.

I may be the sensitive, weird, over the top person that no one 'understands'..but this is me.

I'm autistic, and that's what makes me special in a neurotypical world.

#actuallyautistic #autism #autistic #vent post #neurodiverse #stimming #actually autistic #sensory overload #spectrum #tactile stimming #audio stimming #visual stimming #movement stimming

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dumbdotcomm · 5 years ago

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how to fall in love with your best friends

(a/n) i had this queued up in my old blog and totally didn’t repost it here so! here’s the commission i did for @fanfic-inator795‘s wonderful ocs!

Now if Mikey got to thinking about it hard he guess it all really started off like this: a nice beautiful morning- sun shining birds singing over the bustling clamor and the sweet caress of the wafting scent of oil and gasoline making him feel like everything was just right. It ought to have been- he’ll be with his friends soon, and they’ll all be extently laxed, a simultaneous, collective easygoingness to them that's undeniably the best part of working down at Hueso’s in the first place.

And sure things would get messy and, sure, it may not have been ideal for the back, a little hard on the muscles lugging trays out and garbage out and dealing with less than cooperative customers but it paid nice.

Yeah, Mikey thinks it all started there, really, if he got to thinking about it. At that little pizza joint and a water gun fight.

And as he stood, ready to punch out of work and collect his red metal lunchbox from the side in the little cubby, Michi pops up just in time, an eager grin creating little lines on her face. It catches Mikey a little off guard, though he should be used to her sneaking up on him by now.

“Sorry! ” she says, slapping him hard on the shoulder (oh, and in the process she nearly knocks the life out of him and the little pointless badge with his name so nicely inscribed on that customers never actually read when they’d ask “um so what’s your name again, kid?” only to call him ‘waiter’ in five minutes).

“You’re a ninja, shoulda- like- felt me coming in the wind or whatever it is you guys do,” Michi snorts, tugging Mikey along out the back door to Hueso’s.

And Mikey doesn’t even stick around to see if someone had already stolen his lunch from inside his box- Frankie liked to do stupid stuff like that- and, with something a little less than dignity- because he totally should’ve sensed her coming, Mikey saunters out behind Michi as she excitedly pounds down the sidewalk and up the avenues.

“We do not ‘feel people sneakin’ up on us in the wind’,” he says around a chuckle, and lumbers up the creaky wooden steps to Junior’s apartment, kicking the compiling stack of mail to the side of the hall and smiles as they both round the corner to see Junior helping his neighbor into her apartment, lugging her bags in.

She’s blind and still thinks she can go grocery shopping; and she pinches Junior’s sweatshirt and calls his face hard when she tries to pinch his cheek.

“I’ll be right out guys,” Junior calls, before disappearing inside the apartment for just a couple minutes, “Just head inside, I’ll be there in a sec!”

It, of course, takes a bit longer than a second, which Mikey and Michi don’t complain about, but as the few minutes turn into close to twenty they almost wonder if they should go rescue their friend from his untimely demise of listening to ‘elderly stories’, Junior texts them.

Psst look out the window

And there he is, tossing a tiny rock up at his living room window from the street two stories below, with a floaty around his waist and swimming trunks and no shirt with a dopey grin flippers on his feet and oh my….this has to be some kind of joke.

Michi barely suppresses what might just be a pure blend of a giggle, a snort and a groan- but it's funny nonetheless, and theatrical. Mikey stands at the window, grinning wildly down at his friend.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What’re you doing man?”

“Oh Mikey…” Junior calls from the doorway, raising his arms high above his head in some glorious exaltation, “I’m embracing my adventurous side. You guys aren’t the only ones with crazy ideas.”

“Where are we even gonna go swimming.…” Michi shouts, folding her arms around a pillow as she goes into Junior’s kitchen to grab a bag of chips, “Plus, I don't own a bathing suit. My last one fit like when we were like fourteen.”

And she turns around on her heels, sauntering casually back to the window, smirking slyly as she hears Junior scamper up to the front door of the apartment building, shouting her name in a breathless laugh.

“Michi! Mich, c’mon guys! Jus’...just go with me, aight? I found a cool spot, I promise it’s legit.”

And she didn't mean to make him desperate, really...but Michi could not understand why Junior had wanted to spend so much of his free time with her; it perplexed her almost as much as it amused her. Almost five years of friendship didn’t really change her self doubts.

And somehow he's already bursting into the apartment, and Mikey’s doubled over laughing. Junior’s always been so ridiculously hopeful for her, his arms raised like a plea and a desperate smile, breathless and begging.

“So…? What’cha guys think?”

Michi isn't all about doing things right, or the right thing at all. Sometimes she can be dumb and make bad calls.

This, she figures, looking down at her toes that curl around the loose fringes of that rug, that this is no different.

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They don’t know where they’re headed; there’s about a thousand ways to go now and Junior, feeling suddenly so spontaneous, didn’t think any of it through.

And, somehow that’s more comforting than the thought of knowing as they race down 135 and 95, letting the breeze whip into the open windows, sending Michi’s hair into a whirl and Mikey sighs in tranquility.

They finally come to a stop, the light up ahead transitioning from yellow to red.

Mikey looks over Junior’s way, eyes flickering between his softly closed eyes and the open road ahead of them. And it was something so kindred and so delicate- gazing at his gentle quiescence like that. It makes something like a reckless stillness, a certain way his heart flutters under the white cotton of his t-shirt and it makes Mikey want to do more- for Junior, for Michi. And he’s afraid to tell them, they deserve a whole lot more than what he can give.

The words won’t work, anyway, though. The moment passes, the light turns green and Junior makes a left on the ramp.

The highway roars with the careless rumbles of motorcycles and endangerment like that; still, in spite of the anxiousness he feels, it makes Mikey crack a smile, leaning back against his leather-torn seat, glancing over at Michi in the rearview mirror as she lifts her head from the window, staring a hole in him or something with her overbright eyes, turning them back, again, out to the highway.

“They really shouldn’t go so fast….” she says with a breathlike whisper that Mikey almost misses with all the noise; and she pops a sunflower seed into her mouth.

They stopped at a gas station somewhere along the lines between New York and Jersey, stashed the back seat with packs of sunflower seeds, coca cola, and hit the road again. Humans are kinda oblivious, or they’re just too desensitized that the surprise of a Kappa, a mutant turtle and a bone-skeleton guy undisguised is pretty much nonexistent.

And it’s almost like they could just keep going if they wanted- and never stop.

“But…” Mikey stops and chuckles, resting his forehead on the back of Junior’s seat, and Michi who now takes up the passenger’s seat looks back at Mikey, with a cocky grin that’s always insightful like she’s pulling words out of him without a preamble to.

“But....” he stops again in thought, looking out into the highway, “I couldn’t leave my family…”

Michi thinks about it, her eyes never entirely leaving Mikey’s, and he catches her stare, clearing his throat in the most obnoxious cough. “And I...well, I don’t know if you guys knew this, but um...I’m actually makin’ a motorcycle’a my own!” he brags, voice strained in an awkward way that almost reminded him of Donnie.

“Really…?” Junior queries with the corners of his lips curling up in slight disbelieving and taunting superiority, his brows rutting where they stay risen, “...you’re making...a motorcycle.”

Mikey sputters, nodding profusely to that, “Psh..yeah. I am...an’ ya’ll really shouldn’t be actin’ all smug like that ‘cause ya know what?” he nudges Michi.

“What.” her face, unamused, tilts.

“If I finish it….when I finish it-” he takes a happy breath, a deep sigh that dreams just about a thousand things- too much for his friends to ever know, he thinks, “-I’m gonna take you guys ‘cross the world with it.” It’s a vow that seems intended to be kept and unbroken by all odds.

Even if Mikey knows it’s probably impossible. He’s got responsibilities here. A city both above and below ground to protect. A...destiny or something, to fulfill.

And Michi doesn’t know to laugh or just sigh like she’s inclined to when things and concepts and promises and people don’t make sense at all; because why...why would he go...wasting time like that- on her.

“Motorcycles can’t go across the ocean, Orange Spice,” she says instead-

-and laughs raw and raspy, her laughs intertwining with her best friends.

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Cape May, New Jersey

Michi feels she’s spent a lifetime in Junior’s truck, all hot and sweaty and smelling like pickles.

(“No...guys, look- look, look, see? Ya ain’t gotta eat the pickles- just smear ‘em right on the sandwich- there ya go-!” Junior tossed his head back as Mikey dropped the pickle, slipping right out of his hands as he rubbed it over his sandwich with a frustrated growl. It was completely pointless and pickles were absolutely gross by taste and texture-

-but it wound up being, he won’t ever admit, the best sandwich he ever made.)

And they pulled up on a beach- a beach they didn’t know. In the middle of the night.

They threw a blanket and sat.

Just sat.

Junior watches, though, as Michi looks out into the ocean, the bright moon- bright and golden yellow- it's light engulfing her almost, it seems. And she keeps watching the waves’ recessions and their ebbing, with a hollowness again.

Still, there was something mesmerizing about her empty stare, a far off glance into a distant unknown and he wanted- Junior just wants to get any piece of that...understanding.

“It's beautiful…” Michi says, her voice as broken and shattered as glass left to reflect the grand luminescent rays of something magnificent. She always sounds so joyful, but Junior’s known her long enough to know there’s a hurt buried deep in there.

It catches him, and a particular ineptitude of speech gets a hold of him, too; he can only blink a few times, ogle a little at her face, too awkward still to say anything.

Mikey’s unloading the truck, juggling fifty things and making Junior laugh softly at it.

Still, Michi watches the water. “The waves- it’s they're...in a prison. It’s like every time they come in closer, they get pulled back further, a-and...and then, well’um…” in an instant her voice trails and her eyes glaze over to somewhere else.

Junior just watches them go. He knows her attachment to water. They’ll stay here as long as she needs.

And they just sit for a moment. So unique in this quietude that he almost feels half of himself. Smaller and more shy.

He's about to...to pull her up and drag her into the water and forget this because he wants to give her so much more than hurt and watching her sit and think of the water, and probably, with that, her parents- both Junior and Mikey know it’s her own kind of hurt.

But Michi’s breath hitches and the eyes fall back to here, back down to something less painful in so many odd ways.

And Michi releases herself, in the most apportioned way that she gives, her eyes flickering for a moment to Junior, and back down to the cool sand, the quilted blanket, and beach toys with the loose, fringed strings of it.

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“I...hate to be a bother….” Mikey says in a posh, pretentious accent, tottering on the rocks and shells, the shirt he wears drying in the blowing breeze.

Out here, they've found a grove, or a cave far off and secluded, dark and damp and glistening with a thing with a semblance of enigmas.

She slips back and catches herself, finding footing below and, also, finding his quizzically amused stare.

“Junior, how are we...when are we getting back?” he asks, eyes lost on the walls of the cave, his fingers lightly grazing them.

Michi snaps her head over to him when there's no noise- none of his muttered curses under his breath or the dumb laugh- Junior just sits, studying the array of seashells they've found and the compiled piles of sand, pressing his knuckles to his lips.

“Uh, never.” he quips back without lifting his pondering stare at the assortment.

Michi scoffs, her shoulders dropping, “Skull-cap...”

I’m thinking of...somethin’...somethin’, somethin’ somethin’,” he starts a melody, mostly in his head probably; Michi doesn’t think it fits to a tune just right, but Mikey joins in on it too, and she just starts laughing.

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It’s the worst best idea ever to be thought of and maybe, perhaps- it makes them all forget their worries for a little bit.

They learn to surf. Try to surf. Fail at surfing.

Mikey winds up falling over and pulling a joint.

“Oh...man- I’m definitely not gettin’ up for weeks after all this,” he exclaims through a pained laugh, as they walk side by side, gas station, cotton candy between them. Junior and Michi supporting most of his weight.

They have enough seashells to fill three bags, and six stuffed animals Michi nabbed from a boardwalk game.

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The rising sun cascades as reddish hue over the sand, making them shine in a dull kind of light that they lay on, looking up at the flying kites and the puffing clouds with pleasant simpers- the kind that mean, yeah, okay, I’m happy with this and even now, after all of it (after making sandwiches and sandcastles and surfing and getting lost in a cave looking for exotic shells and the longest drive and everything) they still can’t make sense of it, of the feeling.

And Mikey tells Michi, with just how open they are now, he figures it is as good as any time to- that she should leave it, leave her hurt here and forget it.

Forget and start...somewhere else.

“With us!” he petitions, turning his head in the sand over to her, the grains stuck in her hair, long out of the bun she twisted into place earlier. “You...you could come and...an’ stay or...or, Michi I dunno but’cha gotta get out sometime soon…”

His words break like the desperation his face carries; the silence falls over them again and Michi watches one of those pointless blimps fly overhead, ready for another day at the beach, her eyes empty shimmer in the rising sun.

“I know….” she starts in a deep breath, “Mikey, I know you...you and your brothers- they...you guys do so much. And you save, you’re...you saved a whole ton of people but…” she turns her eyes into his, and he sees every nightmare through hers, through her eyes, “You can’t save everyone. I think...I think you know that.” she says.

So why do you keep trying with me? she doesn’t.

But Mikey grabs her hand and she can tell when his heart flutters and his face flushes without at all having to spare him her eyes. And, now, she gets it.

“‘S ‘cause...well, I dunno…” he smiles sheepishly.

“Yes...you do,” Michi offers one back, wishing Junior would wake up already and tell them it’s time to go, “But you shouldn’t.”

And they drop the mystery for now and all the unconventionally odd and terribly obscure feelings that went in tow, Michi breaking off a chunk of Junior’s unfinished and kinda stale cotton candy she snagged, sliding it into her mouth while they look up at the blimps and clouds and setting sun.

“Ya gonna pay for that?” Junior asks, standing over his two friends, his smile brighter and just as beautiful as the sun.

“Nah, I’m good, Bone-boy,” she says, staring still at the morning sky, spawning a laugh, genuine and, all the very same, brittle.

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In about ten days she gets a bill of two dollars in her mailbox and a seashell necklace, her best friend’s initials carved into a shell.

#tmnt #ocs #rise of the tmnt #tmnt fic #my writing #commissions #fanfic-inator795 #mikey #michi #junior #i love these kids tysm andrea for letting me write them for u!!

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lindoig7 · 5 years ago

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Friday/Saturday 17-18 July

Friday, 17 July

We stayed around the van all day and did a few minor maintenance jobs as well as effectively reorganising and repacking the car. That was a really big task that took hours, but has resulted in giving us more room inside the car and repositioning things behind the cargo barrier more in line with the frequency with which we are likely to need to use them.

Our hot water system seemed to be playing up and we spent some time investigating that. For the past year or two, I have been complaining to the people who service the van that there has been an intermittent problem with the gas cylinders, but our testing now seems to have established that the problem has been the HWS all along – it has had difficulty lighting and then staying alight – but only occasionally. When we opened the HWS up, it was caked with maybe a kilo of rich red mud (man, was it gooey?) so I cleaned most of that away and dabbled a little with the gas inlet and it has been much better ever since. It is well overdue for a service so we will probably have that done before leaving here.

I spent a bit of time writing up my bird list and between all of that, we seemed to fill the day pretty easily. We went back to our great fish and chip shop in Drouin to buy our dinner and watched more Strange Rock at night.

We always eat very well on the road even if this trip has involved a somewhat different diet. We have eaten up some of our tinned food that was getting a bit old, but always with fresh veges and other great flavours and textures created by our fabulous travelling Chef. We have a big car fridge packed to the absolute gunnels with frozen stuff from home (we prepared a lot of meals before embarking on this jaunt - at least 42 meals not counting any cans) but have yet to even open it. We have a full-sized two-door fridge in the van and we are still working our way through some great meals squirreled away in that.

Saturday, 18 July

We finally made it to Tarra Bulga and that was great but we detoured to the Morwell National Park en route. We did quite a long walk there and it was strangely quiet for much of the 3km walk, but punctuated 3-4 times by the most glorious piercing and raucous calls of Superb Lyrebirds. We saw no birds of any species at all that I can recall, but the walk was relatively easy and enjoyable with orchids and fungi being more of a focus than birds.

Tarra Bulga offered several walks and we did two, the second of which was effectively a long branch off the first one. It was really delightful: a little challenging at times, but with a few more birds and lots more fascinating fungi and flowers. We were almost constantly regaled by the extremely loud calls of Pied Currawongs, Magpies, Corellas, Crimson Rosellas, Whipbirds, Black-cockatoos and a multitude of smaller bush-birds – although we saw not a single one. There were periods of utter silence (almost creepy at times) followed by a cacophony of calls coming from 3 or 4 directions at once, then fading to deathly silence again after a few minutes. We were smart enough to know that we were in a forest full of Superb Lyrebirds all competing for supremacy on The Voice or something similar. One particular bird kept pace with us in one area and we eventually spied it through the trees and watched it as it came progressively closer, eventually crossing the path just ahead of us and foraging in the leaf litter while we photographed and videoed it. It was a wonderful experience and we felt privileged to be accorded great views of such a clever song-bird. When we returned almost to the carpark, we diverted to the second walk to the Suspension Bridge – another beautiful forest walk. We crossed paths with a bunch of younger people all gasping for breath and wheezing as they climbed back up the steep path to the carpark and we were dreading the climb back ourselves. Interestingly, on our return, I kept telling Heather to take it easy because the steep part was just ahead – but we forged back to the carpark without ever realising that we must already have passed the hard section. Maybe we are not (quite) as unfit as we thought!!!

The Suspension Bridge was interesting enough but Heather wouldn’t let me jump up and down on it – she is a real spoil sport. But at least we saw some other people testing the tensile strength of the cables. Both walks were only about 3 kilometres but it was quite fascinating and (as is our wont) took us almost 3 hours. Then it was home in the dark again and another superb meal!

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talltalesandbedtimestories · 5 years ago

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A View To A Winchester (Part 16)

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Summary: Julie’s starting a new life after divorce in a home with a very nice view.

A Dean X OFC story. I got this idea staring out the view of my home office window and thinking how nice it would be to have Dean Winchester to ogle.

Section Word Count: 3,200

Section Content: fluff, flirting, angst, smut, R-rated language, oral sex

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The drive back from Cas and Jack’s, after dropping them off, was quiet except for the airstream whipping past and into Baby’s cabin, and the Zeppelin soundtrack. Dean liked that Julie seemed fine just… being. And, just being with him. Not a ton of talk filling up the space between them.

After two weeks of being brushed off by Julie - dealing in her own way, which he respected, with the crazy shit she’d gone through - he felt anything but distant from her now. He’d come to terms with a lot during Julie’s unspoken restraining order. One, that this was turning into something greater than an infatuation. Another, Julie was not another hot chick of the week that he could save and reap sexy rewards and move on. This was not a throwback to his full-time hunting slash lothario days. Most important and scariest: he really wanted to keep her in his inner circle.

The question that kept resounding in his head. How? How would he do that, tell her everything, deal with the fallout? How does anything normal form after I show my hand? He could make love to this beautiful woman for days and days and enjoy every goddamn second of it. But, how could he really get close to her? And keep her safe? He realized how much he craved wanting to keep her safe. Story of my life.

Fuck it. Just making my head hurt with this round and round bullshit. She’s here. Now. His fingers crept over the front seat and wedged into the slit of crossed, warm, silky bare thighs. With a nonchalant motion, she angled more in his direction and allowed better access. A light smirk lined her lips as she stared out the passenger side window; the curve of her nose more prominent in the profile he glanced at again and again. He didn’t tease further, even though he wanted to dip his fingers into her folds; see if she was wet, soaked. He’d been dealing with a semi all fucking day, after all. She better be drenched. Only fair.

His palm pressed into her skin. Just inches away from that sweet snack. His tongue swirled in his mouth, remembering how tangy and sweet she tasted. How she bucked and twisted and ticked like a little time bomb. How gorgeous she looked when she came for him. He debated if he should pull off to the shoulder and eat her out again before they got home. Right in the front seat. He shook his head. No. That’ll lead to a fast and quick fuck. Way too quick. Dean shifted in his seat and caught Julie staring at him in confusion. “What are you arguing with yourself about?” She smiled.

Dean cleared his throat. “Nothin.”

By the time he was at his front door, working the lock open, he was amped and ready to pounce. It took every ounce of will power to rein in his need.

Her body leaned into his back. The warmth of her chin rested into the dip under his shoulder blades. “Getting tired, sweetheart?”

“Nope. Just like being close to you.”

He smiled, gaining entry. “So cheesy, it’s cute.”

“Yeah. You’re rubbing off on me.”

A flick of a nearby wall switch turned on the ceiling fan light in the living room. His eyes inventoried the space. Not the cleanest; but not the dirtiest it’s been, either. He spun and pulled her into the house by an arm and kicked the door closed. “I wanna rub all over you.”

Julie’s surprised and awakened eyes met his grin. She laughed. “Promise?”

His body pressed into the curves he wanted to memorize and ride all damn night. He nodded into a kiss that began on her lips, swept over her cheeks and trailed down the side of her neck. His fists curled into and tightened the t-shirt around her waist. “Italians do it better, huh?” He mumbled against her skin. ”We’ll see about that.”

A tight hitch of air caught in his throat at the feel of her fingers searching, finding, then fumbling with his belt buckle. His cock was inflating to fuck ready status in his jeans at an alarming rate, even for him. The strap loosened in an instant. Clinking of metal. A deft pull of leather through the denim loops, like a rip cord. Or a whip. The thought of Julie in a shiny black vinyl bustier swinging a riding crop made him bite his bottom lip.

His posture straightened. He dipped his chin to his chest to examine her thorough attentiveness with the task at hand. He didn’t relent his hold, pulling her even closer with clenched fists twisted in her t-shirt. The top of her lids and long lashes fluttered, staring at her own hands unbuttoning, unzipping. Quick inhales and exhales escaped her open mouth. He spied the tip of her tongue teasing that cupid’s bow. “Shit.” He moaned at the sight and feel of her fingers delving under the denim of his open fly, under the waistband of his boxer briefs, touching the heat and rigid state of his cock. She caressed and cupped his bulge, flicking her thumb over the head.

She tilted her face up to stare at him with those pretty brown eyes, tinted dark and heavy with lust. She rose up on tiptoes and kissed him. Her tongue tasted, investigated, matching the pace of her now stroking fingers.

His tongue swirled and danced with hers until she took a long languid suck. She pulled on the tip, held it hostage, then nibbled. The responsive muscle popped out of her mouth and he gasped. “Like having your way with me, sweetheart?” His chest heaved.

She grinned and nodded. “I wanna taste you.”

He gulped. “Bedroom’s this way.”

A shake of her head swung her ponytail. “Here. Can’t wait a second longer.” She kissed his lips one more time. The slide down his body was slow, meeting resistance from Dean who refused to release her t-shirt from his grasp. A sigh escaped from her lips. She pulled her hands out of his pants and lifted arms straight up. His eyes widened as she shimmied out of the shirt like it was a snake skin. The hypnotic display ended with her kneeled in front of him in a white cotton bra and those sweet jean shorts. The tops of her breasts stuffed into the cups rose and fell with her eagerness. His eyes lit up, glancing behind at the bare soles of her cute little feet. When the hell did she take off her sneakers and socks? She’s a little magician.

“That’s not gonna be comfortable on the hardwood, sweetheart.” He groaned at the pull of her fingers to get his jeans and underwear off. “Wait. Just a couple seconds longer.” He tossed her inside out t-shirt on one of the plaid couch cushions and strained to reach the blanket he always had over one of the armrests. He toed out of his sneakers and tossed the folded throw on the floor between them. His hands pulled her up by her armpits like a ragdoll. Long enough to nudge the blanket under her knees. “You’ll thank me later. Not as young as we used to be.” He grinned.

“You’ll thank me now.” She hummed and worked all of his bottom layers off in one quick peel to his thighs. His cock sprung out. She licked her lips at the sight and rocked back on her heels. “Of course, even this is pretty.” His grin dropped when her fingers slipped around the length and stroked, steady and slow. “Something this pretty shouldn’t have had to suffer all day.”

Damn. He rocked his head back. She’s good at this. “Longer than that.” He whispered.

“Hm?” He felt her rise up, using his cock as a handlebar. “What did you say?” Warm breath breezed over the tip. Her tongue flicked out to taste him. “Hm.” A satisfied moan. “What did you say, baby?” she repeated.

Shit. She’s using ‘baby’ now, too. He grit his teeth as the pace of her strokes picked up. He stared at the ceiling. “Been longer than a day.” The statement released from his throat with a struggle.

“How long has it been?” Another taste.

The words hiccupped out with each downward pump on his dick. He wouldn’t have been able to lie at that moment, even if he tried. “I haven’t… taken care of things… since that night we... were interrupted... by Cas.”

She stilled. “What?”

He sighed at the reprieve, still staring at the ceiling. “Lot going on, sweetheart. You were in the hospital and then when you got back home, things were… well, all that stuff you’ve been working through... I was too worried about you to jack off to naughty thoughts involving you.”

“Dean.” There was a hint of amazement in her voice.

God. I can feel her breath on my dick. Gonna cum on her face like it’s my goddamn first time if I can’t slow it down. Think about something else, anything else. Maybe I should paint the ceiling soon.

“That’s been over two weeks. Is that… normal for you?” Her fingers squeezed the base of his cock.

I can probably grab a couple gallons at the paint depot this week. He shrugged. “I’m pretty regular. Once a day. Sometimes more than that.”

“Have you been saving that all for me?”

I can hear the grin in her voice. Why the hell did I think abstaining was such a good idea again? “Did you think I was kidding earlier? When I said the next time I came it was going to be inside of you?”

Her lips pressed to the tip of his cock. “You didn’t specify where inside of me.” She moaned and without any warning sucked him into her mouth.

Dean hissed at the wet, pillowy texture of her beautiful mouth surrounding his pulsing, rock hard length. She took him in slow, humming in what sounded like gratitude to Dean’s ear. Her fingers wrapped and worked the stem. “Goddamn it, sweetheart.” He let out a low growl.

Her mouth and hands pulled back. “Dean. Look at me.” He groaned and dropped his head. Her lips were pink and full, eyes narrowed, palms resting on her thighs. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” He stroked her cheek. “Just, not as young as I used to be.”

“You’ve already said that.” She smiled and leaned into his fingers. “Neither am I. I think age provides some worthwhile experience.”

He sighed. “Oh, I agree. You’ve definitely got the experience part down.” Shit, that didn’t come out right. She didn’t seem to be paying his words much mind, with his cock in her face. “But, I let go now, don’t know how much good I’m going to be…” Her head tilted. She caught his thumb in her mouth, never breaking eye contact. One slow suck. “Damn.” Dean gulped.

“Do you want to let go?” She asked when she finished giving his digit attention.

He nodded.

“Then let go. One condition.” His cock twitched when her fingers held onto the base again. “You keep your eyes on me. And, I gotta hear that voice of yours, baby.”

He grinned as she moved closer to the tip, dripping with precum. “That’s two conditions.” He cradled the back of her head, fingers burrowing into her hair. “Lick my cock, sweetheart.”

She moaned, pressed her tongue to the tip, then swiped it over her lips. They glistened with his slick. Another long lick. “You’re going to cum so hard, aren’t you?” she asked in a low whisper.

There it is. That sexy as hell tone. “Yeah.” He grunted.

Pumping him now, using his excitement to lube him up, as she continued. “I’m gonna feel it, pulsing through this thick cock, right before you give me all of it.”

“Hm. Suck me, baby. I want to feel that nasty, sweet little mouth wrapped around me.” His fingertips dug into her scalp. She did what she was told. Lips slurped him down, mouth suctioned to his skin. The tongue swirled up at the tip before her mouth descended to swallow as much of his length as she could. Over and over. “Fuckin’ hell. That’s nice. Just like that. So fuckin’ good, baby.”

The moan in response vibrated into his cock. Her hands gripped his ass, using the leverage to push him into her mouth deeper. The position of her head and mouth maneuvered his cock like a lever. He could feel the tip hit the back of her throat. She gagged, took a second to regroup, then continued. When the tip eased down her throat the next time she swallowed in acceptance. Then again. Every damn time.

“Shit.” He groaned loud and pistoned his hips with her guidance. “Fucking your mouth feels so sweet. I can’t wait to fuck that pussy.”

More moans in agreement.

“I’m close, baby.”

Moaning.

“You ready?”

“Mm-hm.” One of Julie’s hands gripped the base.

“Fuck.” Dean moaned. His body tensed. All his energy shot straight to his cock. He felt his cum pulse through him, under her fingers. It spilled warm and thick into her mouth, wrapped tight around his tip. She moaned in surprise at the surge as it kept coming. She swallowed. Kept swallowing. His heart was ready to burst out of his chest. “Fuckin’ hell.” He shivered at the insistence of her mouth, licking him clean, as he came down from the high. “I gotta…” He crumpled to the floor in an awkward position, the waistband of his jeans clamping his thighs together.

Her hands cupped his jaw. “Okay?”

His breathing was ragged. “Yeah… yeah. I’m good. That was…” He smiled and leaned in for a kiss. He moaned at the little lick she gave him and tasted the salt and tang of his release. “Was that okay for you?”

She grinned. “God, yes. You looked so hot when you came in my mouth. I broke you for a second. It was heaven.” She laughed.

He raised a brow. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “Of course, you helped by refraining for so damn long. Don’t do that to yourself again…” She raised a brow back, “unless I tell you to.”

Damn, she’s such a cute little dominatrix. His forehead melded against hers. “Deal. Can we go to bed and maybe rest for a bit? Give me a chance to recharge?”

“Yeah.” She hopped to her feet. Dean licked his lips at the way her tits bounced in the bra. Two outstretched arms flung to his aid. “Come on, old man.”

He frowned. “You aren’t that far behind me, you know?”

She shrugged. “Not ahead of you being the key takeaway, here, Dean.”

He waved off the assistance. “I’ve got it.” He huffed and rolled toward the couch, his back to her. The cushions supported his hands. He bent both knees under him in the still wrapped at the thighs state and catapulted up. Very smooth. I just full-out mooned her.

He worked his jeans and underwear back up his waist, but not quick enough before Julie was able to assess, “Gymnastics are impressive. You have a great ass, by the way.”

He chuckled and tossed a grin over his shoulder. “Thank you, sweetheart. You have great everythings.”

She blushed. After having gone down on and sucked him dry, she still blushed. His cock twitched. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed her a water.

“Bedroom’s this way.” He cocked his head to the small hallway. She took a sip and followed. He smiled at the fact she left her t-shirt on the couch. “If you need the bathroom,” he tapped on the door they passed to their left. A quick knob twist at the end of the hall opened the door to his bedroom. He snapped on a tiny table lamp and sat by the desk and cabinet his weapons were locked away in.

Her fingers tapped on the plastic bottle before placing it on the desk. She pulled out her phone and small wallet to rest beside it. “Pretty neat and tidy. Your army Dad teach you that?” She pointed to the sharp corners and tight sheet formation covering his bed. She pulled out the ponytail tie and dropped it on the desk, ran her fingers through the wavy mane to guide it behind her shoulders. Damn, she’s pretty. He licked his lips and watched the ends settle almost at the middle of her back.

I really have told her a lot without telling her everything. His mind rushed back to the texts and calls they’d shared before the bad shit happened. And she remembers all of it. “It’s easy to keep things neat when you don’t have a lot.” He spread his legs, rubbing his thighs, trying to relax as the worry built. The hurried glances around the bedroom took stock of the scene. What might tip her off to the life he’d tried so hard to hide? He was always careful, at least he hoped, just in case.

Julie circled the room in her bare feet. The white bra shimmered in the barely lit space. Her hands burrowed into the shorts pockets. Shadows accentuated the curves of her bare skin. My own little Daisy Duke. He bit his lip, refraining from voicing the comment out loud. It might make her skittish and grab that forgotten t-shirt, and that was the last thing he wanted.

He watched her take in the sparse bits of the life he did put on display. There were the three tiny polaroids on the dresser, resting against a cigar box. The photos were worn, torn, tired, but had survived the long journey with him. One was his four year old self with mom wrapping him up in a tight hug. Another was of the Winchester family, John, Mary, Dean, and baby Sammy, in their front yard in Lawrence, Kansas. The last was of him and Sammy by the Impala almost two decades ago, when poltergeists, wendigos, and the occasional demonic possession had been the worst things they’d come across. Bobby had taken that picture.

There was the old 40s record player, one of the few things he’d been able to salvage from the Men of Letters bunker after the implosion. His small collection of classic rock albums housed upright in the shelf below it. An oil painting he’d found at a thrift store of a prairie field, reminding him of Kansas, hung over the simple wood headboard that he’d refinished himself. Her self directed tour stopped in front of him. Her fingers danced over the silver letter opener on the desk that did double duty as a supernatural weapon.

He tapped his lap and smiled up at her. She raised an eyebrow, an inner debate playing out on her face, then slid atop one of his thighs. An arm wrapped around the cool skin of her waist. “What do you think?” he asked.

Fingers rubbed the nape of his neck. “I think,” her brown eyes lingered on his smile, “I’d like to mess up that neatly made bed with you.”

He kissed her, nice and slow, eventually whispering, “Hop on in, little lady.”

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polygarnstars · 5 years ago

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part 1: 4, 12, 15, 18, and 19

If you think I’m going to have common sense and not answer all of these in a single post, I have Bad News lmao

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? Smart, mostly. “Gifted”. This very much Did Not Last lmaoooo

12. name of your favorite playlist? I literally never make playlists I’m a stupid fuck who uses their spotify premium to skip freely through all my thousands of liked songs on shuffle until I find something I want to listen to lmaooooo (Having said that: Rey and I put together a playlist for some characters we were entering a contest to win last fall which I titled Story and Song after the TAZ arc and also because we wrote Way Too Much for it and I’m Very Proud Of That)

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? Okay upon reading this I initially genuinely couldn’t remember any of the books I read in school because for the last several years of my schooling I just fuckin Sparknotes and TV Tropes-ed everything lmao... having said that, I do remember enjoying Maus! It was neat having a graphic novel assigned amongst all the “literary classics” that I couldn’t sit through a sitting of without falling asleep, and it may be the furry in me but the depiction of the characters/people as animals was Good :0c See, if all history was depicted with methods like this, I’d maybe actually be able to remember it ghfdjhgjfkdl

18. ideal weather? Depends on the day, but generally: Between like 65-80°F, not humid, not a lot of wind, and either sunny, partly cloudy, or drizzly but not outright storming. Basically decent temperatures without feeling like I’m walking through soup because of the humidity and weather that’s not completely gray and boring. Aka what Maine basically never is lmaoooo

19. sleeping position? I change positions every five minutes I swear to god (don’t take that out of context gfhdjbhvjd). Usually with at least one arm draped over a pillow that is Definitely Not Being Mentally Portrayed As A Character I Like To Supplement The Fact That I Did Not Get Enough Affection To Be A Functional Adult As A Child ghfdjknbhgfjdk

21. obsession from childhood? bold of you to assume i don’t still obsess over nintendo games (and just video games in general tbh)

23. strange habits? OKAY I COULDN’T THINK OF ANYTHING FOR THIS AT FIRST BUT I HAVE ONE NOW: MIDNIGHT FRIES

28. five songs to describe you? Speeding - LightsDaydreaming - ParamoreMusic - Mystery SkullsNo Lullaby - SIAMÉSLonely Dance - Set If Off+Bonus because it came up on Spotify while I was shuffling for songs for this and it’s a Mood: Pineapples Do Not Belong on a Pizza - Vargskelethor

29. best way to bond with you? I don’t know I usually just scream about ocs or video games with people and suddenly it’s been a year??? @riskreyes how has it been a year since we started talking but also how has it only been a year??? Wild bvhfdjkbhvgfjdk

30. places that you find sacred? Lmao I’ve never had anywhere like that really. Need a goddamn lock on my door :p I guess... the woods by my house? As a little kid before things got shitty my neighbor’s cousin or niece or something would go out there wandering around catching frogs and stuff in the spring or almost falling into the frozen streams during winter. When things started to go to shit in my life as a teenager I would hide out there to get away and nobody would find me. I haven’t been recently but the last time I did my friend and I walked along the train tracks and dove off into the woods by the side to avoid the amtrak coming by, it was great lmao. Uhh, other than that... I dunno, Boston and New York and New London all make me feel good to visit. Probably mostly because during those trips I don’t feel trapped in a dying land like Maine feels like bgvhfdjkhvgfjd

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? ......my entire wardrobe is my work outfit, excessive graphic tees, and jeans. So uhh... I dunno. I guess my NWTB shirts are pretty rad, I’d kick a dude’s ass wearing Nate’s merch

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? if i have to see another ad for some fuckin branch of the us military while i’m just out here trying to watch people play video games i swear to god-

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? Oh boy I don’t know how weird these are but do you want a list??? I can give you a list hang on- In 4th grade we had a day of class where we all just had a party and ate chips and salsa and stuff because the pats won the super bowl and our teacher was Obsessed- In middle school my math class started working out of college textbooks, which is a bit much when you’re 11, advanced classes or no. Yet somehow none of the other students had any problems with this- Also in middle school, the school counselor really wasn’t very Good at his job so I usually just ended up playing Rock Band in his office instead of talking out any of my Many, Many Problems. I played the drums, for the record- Also in middle school, one time I straight up fell down a flight of stairs? Like, a full flight of stairs. Fuckin somersaulting down the stairs. The binder I was carrying broke open, papers went everywhere, my arm got cut open somewhere along the way and started bleeding. I get to the bottom, the other students are staring at me in horror, aforementioned counselor fuckin steps out of his office which is, of course, right at the bottom of the stairs, all concerned because what the fuck a kid just fell down the stairs, right? And so I, laying on the floor disoriented and laughing, declare, and I quote: “That was fun, let’s do it again!”- THE MOTHERFUCKING MAC AND CHEESE MUFFINS IN HIGH SCHOOL. Macaroni and cheese baked into the sweet batter of a muffin. I refused to touch the stuff but a friend of my did and it was bad enough he had to go to the trash can and fucking empty his stomach in it.- SAID FRIEND ALSO MANAGED TO GET A CARTON OF MILK THAT EXPIRED A MONTH BEFORE SCHOOL STARTED AT THE START OF ONE OF OUR YEARS IN HIGH SCHOOL and if I didn’t trust cafeteria food before that sealed the deal on me Never Trusting It Again- OH BUT SPEAKING OF CAFETERIA FOOD one time in the old school before the renovation, in like freshman year I think? I laughed so hard a piece of spicy chicken strip flew up my windpipe and got stuck in my nose and it was too big for me to snort out so I had to suck it back down and for the rest of the day all I could smell was burning- ON ANOTHER FOOD RELATED TOPIC down in the library I was on my iPad and 3DS because I had Long Since Given Up On School and some asshole dudes threw a rotting orange at me and it splattered all over the screens of both? So I picked up the remains and chucked it back at them and yelled “Do you wanna fucking NOT?” and they all ran off. The librarian heard me yell and saw me throw the orange back at them and she just didn’t give a fuck lmao- The librarians at my school were cool as shit really during one of our years we had to do x hours of volunteer work so I did some adjustments to the library catalogue for mine but the thing is I was fast enough at it that there really wasn’t enough to fill up my required hours so instead of giving me more to do they just sort of let me and my friends hang out playing Yu-Gi-Oh and called that good lmao. (For the record I only had one starter deck so I let my friend pick half of the cards and I would use the half she didn’t want. I managed to fuckin WRECK her with throwaways it was Iconicque)- OKAY ONE LAST LIBRARY STORY on the last day of finals I was hanging out in one of the smart tv rooms in the library right? My last finals weren’t for a few hours and lord knows I wasn’t gonna study, ADHD ass couldn’t do that and I’d already given up on school lmao. So I fucking... I brought my Wii U to school, hooked it up to the smart tv, and just started playing Splatoon there in the library. One of the librarians walked past to check on everyone, stopped at my room, watched me play for a minute (I noticed her and just sort of nodded and waved like ‘Sup’ so she Knew what was going on), and then just LEFT. Like, she didn’t give a fuck. Shoutout to the librarians, the Chillest- ALRIGHT LAST STORY LAST STORY I straight up never got all the credits I needed to graduate lmao. I was missing half a credit but they let me go anyway and to this day I cite the reason as being my high scores on the SAT/PSAT? I was the first student at the school in like, a decade, to have gotten an award from the National Merit Scholarship Corporation for my performance on them, and I guess they must have thought that me failing to graduate on time would look bad on them because, uh, yeah, it would, if people found out their teachers couldn’t handle a ~smart kid~ to the point that they did poorly enough to not even graduate with the rest of their class nobody would be willing to send their kids there lmao. And that’s the story of how I graduated when I wasn’t technically supposed to!!!

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? That’s a good fuckin question hey shit memory what was that thing that made us laugh so hard we couldn’t breathe again?...Don’t remember? Yeah I thought so lmaoI dunno, probably a joke in some let’s play? Or... god. Now that I think about it was probably the Slicer of T’pire Weir Isles moment actually. Holy shit, that was good.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? That I’ve ever tried? Jesus, I dunno, I have issues with texture more than flavor. I Refuse to eat my mother’s stuffing because it’s literally just soggy ass bread. In terms of pure flavor alone? Her shepherds pie. It’s just... there is no flavor. It’s like eating cardboard. I’m begging you, De, use seasoning. If I ever have to eat shepherds pie that just tastes like tin from canned peas and vague hints of unseasoned beef again I’m going to go on a murderous rampage.That said? F in the chat to Cameron for that mac and cheese muffin. Rest in pieces

73. favorite weird flavor combo? GVFHDJBVDN JUST GONNA MAKE ME SHARE THE DILL PICKLE/CHOCOLATE PUDDING PACK COMBO FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE HUH

93. nicknames? Gar, Garn, Lane, Bill, Master, Pants, Shortpants. The first three are self-explanatory, first two are shortenings of my name and then my masc/surname. The latter four come from usernames of mine - Bill from Bill Ciforce (If you stack a Bill Cipher on top of two other Bill Ciphers, you get the Ciforce), Master, Pants, and Shortpants from MasterShortpants in reference to one of Link’s nicknames in Skyward Sword

95. favorite app on your phone? Does the internet app count? No? Lmao. Spotify I guess :p Need me some Tunes

#if you're on a version of the site that readmores don't work on i'm sorry #long post #ask game thyme

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years ago

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What Rhymes With “AIR”?

1. Are the walls of your room bare or do you have things hanging up there? I have some stuff on my walls.

2. When’s the last time you went outside to enjoy the fresh air? I briefly went outside at night on the 4th of July to see the fireworks from my driveway with my family. Prior to that I hadn’t been out of the house since May and before that it had been since March.

3. Do you watch the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air? Sometimes.

4. When’s the last time it felt like you were walking on air? I had one bad floating feeling experience from a bad edibles trip. I literally felt like I had to hold onto something to “stay grounded.” I also ended up getting sick. It wasn’t a fun time. I found out the hard way after that time that it didn’t take much of an edible for me to get high lol. It tricks you cause it can take a bit to kick in, so you think you need more, but nope.

5. Have you ever been on air, on a radio station? Yeah. I used to call to request a song sometimes back in the day and my call was on air a few times.

6. Have you ever felt like all of the air was coming out of your lungs? Yes.

7. Has it seemed as though anything has ever disappeared into thin air? Have you ever pulled an idea out of thin air? Yes! So frustrating. I’ll be using something and then put it down for a sec, only to not be able to find it where I thought I put it. Like for instance, it happens a lot when I’m wrapping presents. The pen or scissors I’m using always seem to “disappear.” RIP to all the pens that seemed to just vanish, too, throughout my school years. And yes, I’ve also pulled ideas “out of thin air.”

8. Have you ever wanted to be on “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire”? I enjoyed playing along while watching and I even had a computer game version, but nah. I wouldn’t get far at all and it’d be embarrassing. I don’t do well with being put on the spot either.

9. Do you know a billionaire in real life? No.

10. Would you like to be an heir or heiress to a fortune? I mean, I wouldn’t have been opposed to it if I was haha.

11. Would you be able to successfully get away if you ever came across a bear? I mean, there’s no way of knowing for sure, but I hope so?? Well, I hope to never be in the situation in the first place, obviously, but you know. There are people who have certainly been quite lucky in that situation and others not so much, so. I know you’re supposed to remain calm and not run, which I could probably do cause I’d likely freeze up in fear. I’ve seen videos of people, some of them have been children, who successfully got away.

12. Where’s your favorite place to go? How long does it take to get there? The beach. The closest one is like 2 hours away.

13. How often do you err on the side of caution? I’m a cautious person. And also just a big scardy cat.

14. How often do people say they’re angry with you? People don’t say that, but I know people have been upset, frustrated, disappointed, and irritated with me.

15. Do you own any long underwear? Long underwear? No...

16. How much Tupperware do you own? *shrug* A lot.

17. What color is your underwear right now? Blue and gray.

18. Do you still sleep with a teddy bear? No. I have a few stuffed animals that always sit on my bed, though.

19. What pair of your shoes has the most wear and tear? My Adidas Superstars. They’re not too bad, but you can definitely tell I wore them quite often.

20. Do you like to play Solitaire? Ha, I haven’t played since I played the computer version as a kid on like Windows 98. I played that and messed around in Paint quite a bit, ha.

21. Do you or your family own a full set of silverware? Yeah.

22. What do you have to take everywhere with you? My bag with my medicine, hand sanitizer, phone, wallet, and straws. I’d also have to take a mask with me everywhere.

23. Would you like to visit Delaware? I hadn’t really thought about it.

24. Last time you received dental care? It’s been awhile.

25. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? I’d want to really think about that if I could only choose one destination. There’s a lot of places I’d like to travel to one day.

26. Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? Did we ever find her? I don’t remember, ha. I used to watch the cartoon as a kid and I think I had a computer game, too.

27. Are you satisfied sitting here, taking this survey, or would you rather be elsewhere? Right here in bed is the best place for me to be right now.

28. Last time you sat in a barber’s chair? I last got my hair done back in early February.

29. Do you own any cans of compressed air? No.

30. Do you have a swivel chair at your desk? I don’t have a swivel chair or a desk.

31. Do you prefer an armchair or a rocking chair? A reclining armchair.

32. Would you rather have a beanbag chair or a hanging swing chair in your room? Hanging swing chair.

33. What’s the last non-survey related questionnaire that you had to fill out? This like 4 page questionnaire that one of my doctors hands out every visit. It’s the same exact questionnaire, too.

34. Are there any crimes that you feel make someone deserving of the electric chair? Yes, like serial killers.

35. Do you know anyone who uses a wheelchair? Yeah, me.

36. Do you know anyone who is on welfare? Yes.

37. Do you play Modern Warfare? Nope. Never had an interest in playing that.

38. Do you ever feel like life is unfair? Of course.

39. Have you ever visited Times Square? No. I’ve never been to New York, but I’d love to one day. I wasn’t sure when I’d be able to go before everything this year, but now I really don’t know.

40. Do you tell people to “take care” at the end of a conversation with them? It’s not something I regularly say, but yeah sometimes.

41. Where is somewhere that you would like to move to? I’m not sure.

42. What is something in your home that needs to be repaired? A couple things.

43. What kind of sleepwear do you own? I wear leggings and oversized graphic tees for pjs and my normal attire.

44. What skin care products do you use? I haven’t been using any.

45. Do you have any spyware on your computer? Apple computers come with all that stuff.

46. Do you own any sportswear? What sports? Nope. Not a sports fan.

47. Do you like Fred Astaire? I know who he is and I’ve seen clips of his dance scenes, but I haven’t actually watched any of his films. Well, I’ve heard his voice work in the Santa Clause is Comin’ to Town movie/cartoon, but that’s all.

48. How long does it take you to prepare a meal? The only thing I cook is ramen, which takes like 10 minutes or so (I’m including the time to boil the water).

49. Do you know anyone named Pierre? No.

50. Are you going nowhere fast? It has and does feel that way. :/

51. How often do you have a nightmare? Not often, thankfully.

52. How often are you able to catch something in mid-air? *shrug*

53. What do your lawn chairs look like? We don’t have any lawn chairs.

54. How many chairs are at your dining/kitchen table? We don’t have a dining/kitchen table either.

55. Favorite type of footwear? Adidas sneakers.

56. When’s the last time one of your senses were impaired? From what? I wear glasses if that counts?

57. Have you ever been in a hot air balloon before? Noooo.

58. Do you have a good health care plan? Yes.

59. Last time you went to the hardware store? I don’t go to the hardware store.

60. Have you ever played foursquare before? Yeah, I liked playing that in elementary school.

61. Do you own any types of eyewear? Yep, my glasses.

62. What brand of cookware do you have a lot of? Cuisine Art, probably.

63. Nothing can compare to: You. 🎶 Ha.

64. Have you ever worked in a childcare center? No.

65. Do you have a “beware of dog” sign on your gate? No.

66. Have you ever attended daycare as a child? No.

67. Are you very aware of your surroundings? Yes.

68. Have you ever had an au pair or a nanny before? No. My aunts, grandparents, or older brother babysat me.

69. Do you know anyone who has had an affair? Yes.

70. How much are you willing to spend on airfare? I don’t know, it would depend on certain factors regarding the trip.

71. Who do you care about the most? My loved ones.

72. Are you more likely to choose truth or dare? Truth, never dare. Or just not play at all, ha.

73. Have you ever seen the Blair Witch Project before? Yeah. Major cringe.

74. Do you like the name Claire? Would you spell it with or without the I? Sure. I like the spelling with the “I.”

75. Last time you went to a fair? When I was a kid.

76. What can be done to make life more fair? Gah.

77. How much are you willing to spend on cab fare? I don’t know. Again, it would depend on certain factors.

78. Do you have a lot of flair? No.

79. Do you own flare jeans? No.

80. Is there a glare on your computer screen right now? Yes.

81. When’s the last time someone glared at you? I say my doggo gives me attitude and “the eye” sometimes, ha. Like when I tell my parents or brother that I gave her treats, so don’t let her trick you into getting more. She gives me a look like, “gee, thanks a lot for ratting me out!”

82. What type of hair do you have? (color, length, texture, etc) How often do you wash it? Red, long, wavy hair. I wash it every 2-3 days.

83. Do you know the difference between a rabbit and a hare? Yeah.

84. Do you like to eat eclairs? I haven’t had one in a long time, but they are delicious.

85. What do you consider to be your lair? My room.

86. A female horse is called a mare. What is a male horse called? A baby horse? A male horse is a stallion and a baby is called a foal

87. Have you ever used Nair before? Did it work? Blech, yeah I tried it when I was like 13/14. It worked, but it smelled SO bad.

88. Has anyone ever told you to “grow a pair”? No.

89. What is something that you own a pair of? Shoes.

90. What is a rare quality that you have? I can’t think of one.

91. Last food you pared? I don’t peel or chop anything.

92. Do you know someone who is a debonair? No.

93. Do you like to scare others for fun? No.

94. What is something that scares you? The present and the future.

95. Do you like Sonny and Cher? “I don’t know if all that’s true, but you got me and baby I got you. Babe. I got you, babe.”

96. Do you know how to share? Do you like to share? Yeah.

97. Have you ever played a snare drum before? No.

98. What do you do with your spare change? Put it in one of my purses/bags.

99. Do you know how to put on a spare tire? No. I’ve never tried to.

100. Have you ever gotten a spare while bowling before? I think so.

101. When’s the last time you wished someone would spare you the details? Recently, when someone shared something that was TMI.

102. Do you win games fair and square? Yes. I like to just have fun and friendly competition, there’s no need to cheat or get upset about it.

103. Do you know how to find the square root of something? Yeah.

104. What are the characteristics of a square shape? 4 equal sides.

105. Have you ever been called a square before? Haha, yeah, jokingly. Well, the times I know of, ha. An “L-7 wienie.”

106. Do you prefer the elevator or the stairs? Well, I have to take the elevator.

107. Do you ever stare at other people? No. I’ve had to deal with that (people staring at me) all my life, though.

108. How often do you swear? Not that often.

109. Do you ever “swear on your life”? I don’t say that.

110. What do you like to “tear up”? An order of boneless wings from Wingstop, ha.

111. What type of wares would you sell? I don’t have anything to sell.

112. What kinds of clothing do you like to wear? Comfy clothing--leggings and oversized tees.

113. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare before? Nope.

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[Translation] VAZZROCK bi-Color Series 2nd Season Vol. 1 - Drama Track 2

Second track is up~! I hope you all enjoyed Mamiya’s new CD as much as I did because, my god, the things that I have discovered about both VAZZY and ROCK DOWN are enough to sustain me until Sho’s CD releases wwww

※ Please don’t re-post the English translations without permission. Please just like/reblog them instead ^^

Oh! And if you can, please do consider buying the CD here to support the artists ^^

Anyways, under the cut, enjoy~!

Track 02: 『お疲れ様の一杯を』 “A drink for our hard-work.”

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[0:00]

(Door opens)

OWNER: Welcome—Oh? Taka-chan, you brought someone this time?

MAMIYA: Yup, table for two~ Is the tatami room available?

OWNER: It is.

(Mamiya and Sho start walking)

SHO: Oh~ This shop’s got great ambiance.

SHO: It’s for the general public but it’s very elegant.

MAMIYA: You should tell the owner that directly. I’m sure he’d jump for joy if he heard that from you.

SHO: (chuckles) You’re exaggerating.

(Mamiya and Sho settle themselves in the tatami room)

MAMIYA: Alright… Should we order some draft beer first? Or maybe wine?

SHO: Hmm… Draft beer maybe~? I want to know what it feels like to enjoy it after work~

MAMIYA: Roger that~

MAMIYA: (opens the sliding door and tells the owner) Owner, two draft beers and whatever you’d recommend to eat!

OWNER: Got it.

(Mamiya closes the sliding door)

SHO: This is the shop that Ouka told me you frequent, isn’t it?

MAMIYA: Yup, that’s right—Wait, you talk about things like this with Ouka?!

SHO: We do~ You become our topic of conversation a lot, you know~?

MAMIYA: Uwah… I won’t ask what you talk about then…

SHO: (chuckles) That’s such a waste~

MAMIYA: (smiles) Really now.

OWNER: Here, thanks for the wait.

(Owner starts serving them)

MAMIYA: Oh~! I was waiting for that~ Woah…! They look so delicious!

MAMIYA: These wings really pair well with the alcohol, ya know~?

MAMIYA: Sho, can you hand me that plate over there?

SHO: Sure.

(Sho hands Mamiya the plate)

SHO: You ordered so much. Are you sure we can eat all of this?

MAMIYA: Hm~ You’ll know once you start eating~

MAMIYA: Ah, Owner. Please bring us some nihonshuu later on, too.

OWNER: You got it.

(Owner leaves and closes the sliding door behind him)

MAMIYA: Alright then, should we toast for now?

MAMIYA: Thank you for your hard work today, too!

SHO: And to you as well~

(Mamiya starts drinking)

MAMIYA: I feel so alive~!

(Sho starts drinking)

SHO: Uwah~ That’s so delicious.

MAMIYA: Are you actually the strong type, Sho?

SHO: I wonder~ I don’t have any plans about finding out whether I’m weak or strong to alcohol.

MAMIYA: About how many glasses can you drink if it’s wine?

SHO: Hm… About two or three?

MAMIYA: (laughs) That’s great! Are you fine with nihonshuu, too?

SHO: If it’s not too harsh for my taste.

MAMIYA: I see~ This place has a great selection of nihonshuu so, you can just choose later.

SHO: I’m looking forward to it~

MAMIYA: Welp, let’s go eat something before that.

(Mamiya prepares a plate for Sho)

MAMIYA: Here you go.

SHO: Thank you. I’ll prepare you some of these on a plate, too, okay?

MAMIYA: Sure, thank—Ah, no, wait!

MAMIYA: Haruto advised me before to only let you eat and to not let you serve food so uh—

SHO: I don’t think I’m that clumsy though.

MAMIYA: No one thinks that you’re clumsy. It’s just… There are things that people are not suited for, you know?

(Mamiya starts serving the food instead)

SHO: Takaaki watches over people even when we’re not all together, huh.

MAMIYA: (laughs) It’s not like I’m doing all of this consciously though. I guess it’s just because I’m surrounded by a lot of accident-prone people.

SHO: Does that include me~?

MAMIYA: (laughs) Yes, it does.

SHO: How strange~ I thought that we were supposed to be in the same situation~

MAMIYA: You mean, us being leaders?

SHO: Yup. A leader who takes care of his family of six~

MAMIYA: (finishes serving Sho the food) There we go.

MAMIYA: We’re actually a huge family of 12, you know?

SHO: (chuckles) A really big family, huh~ Even though it took quite a while.

MAMIYA: That’s true.

(Mamiya starts eating)

MAMIYA: Mmmm~!! This is so delicious!!

SHO: (chuckles) It’s that good? Maybe I’ll have some, too~

(Sho takes a bite)

SHO: !!! This is~!!

MAMIYA: It’s so good it makes you want to just exclaim, right? Then, if you drink alcohol after this, it’s—

(Mamiya starts drinking)

MAMIYA: It’s the best!

SHO: (laughs) You really look like you’re deliciously enjoying it, huh~

MAMIYA: Not “look,” I really am~!

SHO: Let me try it then~

(Sho starts drinking)

SHO: (chuckles) It truly is the combination of happiness, isn’t it~?

MAMIYA: (laughs) You look like you’re enjoying, too~

MAMIYA: We should do a commercial for beer now.

SHO: (chuckles) A privilege for those over 20, huh~

MAMIYA: Alcohol drinking is exclusive for those over 20, y’know?

MAMIYA: Looking at your image, it’s unexpected that you’d like beer so—we might really be able to make it work.

MAMIYA: Maybe I should try telling my manager that…

SHO: Do you keep thinking about things like that even on your days off, Takaaki?

MAMIYA: It’s not like I always do. But, I can’t help it…?

MAMIYA: Whenever I find something unexpected about our members, I kinda think that maybe we can use that as a selling point, too, or something.

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[05:05]

SHO: Oh~! I might have something not about me.

SHO: The other day, I went to a local district with ROCK DOWN. It was a roundtrip only but, Ruka kept on saying that he wanted to go sight-seeing.

MAMIYA: (laughs) Sounds like something he’d do.

SHO: Even more so since it was a hot springs district. But, we couldn’t find that much free time to roam around.

SHO: Just when I was thinking of having Gaku calm him down, Reiji already started asking the locals for information.

MAMIYA: He’s good at things like that, huh?

SHO: In an instant, he found out about a footbath that only the locals were familiar with. We all boarded a taxi and headed there afterwards.

SHO: Even though we only had two hours before we had to go on the plane.

MAMIYA: (laughs) Ayumu didn’t object to that?

SHO: About that~ Even Ayumu got excited about entering the hot springs since we were there already.

SHO: Everyone was of one spirit and we headed to the footbath~ (chuckles) And that footbath was the kind that had small, sharp pebbles in it, too.

MAMIYA: And then it was pandemonium~

SHO: (chuckles) Exactly~! Ayumu was screaming in pain but Ruka kept pushing on his feet. When Ayumu couldn’t bear it anymore, he started riding on Gaku’s feet.

SHO: And, when I thought that Haruto was looking like he was fine, it turns out that he couldn’t even move a foot~

SHO: Reiji took a video of all of us during that time~ Of course, one where he’s included as well~

MAMIYA: Ah, I can totally imagine it~ Wait, that seems like something that’d happen in a variety show.

SHO: That’s right. I was thinking that it would seem fun to do a show like that with everyone after Reiji showed us the video.

SHO: You meant something like that, right~?

MAMIYA: Yeah! Being with those guys, even normal things seem interesting that I just wanna show them off to people, y’know?

MAMIYA: But, a hot spring’s super nice~ I wonder when we’ll get that kind of chance.

SHO: What happened when you went to the local districts?

MAMIYA: It was a roundtrip, too. The only thing we did was maybe eat the famous boxed lunches in bullet trains.

MAMIYA: Plus, Ouka sent his manager back in advance so we barely even managed to buy them. That’s it.

SHO: It’s difficult when you can’t find that much free time, huh.

MAMIYA: I wish we could do more next time.

MAMIYA: Ah, but, doing something with all the members is good on its own, too.

SHO: Even if it’s just in the common room?

MAMIYA: Yeah. Just the other day, Issa was saying he wanted to eat some salt and butter bread (shio pan).

SHO: Salt and butter bread?

MAMIYA: You don’t know? It’s kinda like a croissant. The texture’s soft like a French bread and it’s got a bit of a salty taste with lots of butter.

SHO: I think I kind of get it now.

MAMIYA: But, that was at midnight.

SHO: I don’t think… any bakeries are open at that time, huh…

MAMIYA: And I’ve never seen them being sold in convenience stores, too.

MAMIYA: Plus, he was being all spoiled and saying that he didn’t want it if it’s not freshly baked. He hit Futaba awake and told him to make one from scratch. When Futaba told him that he didn’t have the ingredients, Issa went all the way to my place.

SHO: Well, he can, since we’re in the same apartment complex~

MAMIYA: But, getting asked for some flour and stuff at midnight should be out of the question, right?

SHO: (chuckles) It should, huh~ So, did you make some?

MAMIYA: Oh, we definitely did. But he got mad since we didn’t have any butter so he went to get Yuma. And then, Ouka got mad because he got woken up by the noise. He brought with him Naosuke because, according to Ouka, “Naosuke would definitely sulk if no one woke him up.”

SHO: So, you all made bread in the middle of the night?

MAMIYA: Yeah. Futaba was the teacher and we were all kneading dough.

MAMIYA: Really, what an evil thing~

SHO: Did Issa participate in the bread-making class, too?

MAMIYA: That’s just the thing! He’s the one who wanted to eat it but he said, “I’m sleepy so wake me up when it’s done.”

SHO: Ah…

MAMIYA: He fell asleep in a corner in the room so I went ahead and played a prank on him~

SHO: (chuckles) What did you do?

MAMIYA: I curled his hair oh so thoroughly with a curling iron~

SHO: (chuckles) I’m surprised he didn’t wake up~

MAMIYA: It’s me we’re talking about, you know? His hair got so fluffy that it would make him 3x more hostile if he saw it.

SHO: He didn’t find out even after he woke up?

MAMIYA: No one generally looks at a mirror at midnight, right? The bread was just done too so, he was happily enjoying his bread with his fluffy hair~

SHO: (chuckles) That side of VAZZY is really great, too, huh~

SHO: I want to see that kind of cooking show, too.

MAMIYA: Hm… I want to try it too as long as Ouka doesn’t get to hold a knife.

SHO: It’s that bad?

MAMIYA: I wonder now… I think it’s the same level as Haruto not wanting you to hold a knife.

SHO: That’s… Well, that’s reasonable~

MAMIYA: (laughs) Don’t say that~!

SHO: (chuckles) I can’t get enough of talking about our members~

MAMIYA: Oh man… We should have talked about this on the broadcast.

SHO: Ah…!

MAMIYA: Well, let’s talk about it next time~ Let’s take that opportunity to appeal to make a TV show, too~

SHO: As expected~ You don’t miss any opportunities.

MAMIYA: I am very honored by your words of praise~

MAMIYA: Now that we’re in the mood, wanna go for the nihonshuu~?

SHO: Sure~

(Mamiya opens the sliding door and places an order)

MAMIYA: Owner, some nihonshuu, please! Oh, the not too strong kind.

OWNER: Got it.

OWNER: Here you go.

MAMIYA: Eh--?! That’s fast! What’s this~? Did you already prepare it and was already waiting for us?

OWNER: Yeah, I got a hold of some good stuff, see?

MAMIYA: Heh~ Sho! You can expect that it’s good if the Owner recommends it.

SHO: I can already smell how good it is~

OWNER: Alright then, please enjoy your stay.

(Owner closes the sliding door)

SHO: It’s unusual for it to come with a small cup, huh?

MAMIYA: It feels as if it’s meant just for drinking alcohol, right~?

MAMIYA: Then, once again.

SHO: That’s right~ Cheers~!

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[10:47]

SHO: Oh… This is…

SHO: It’s delicious.

MAMIYA: I’m glad to hear that~

MAMIYA: Ah~ It’s so good! He really got a hold of something good with this!

SHO: It feels gentle to the lips but the aftertaste is very distinct…

SHO: I feel like I can drink a lot of this~

(Sho starts drinking more)

MAMIYA: There’s a saying that good alcohol shouldn’t be wasted so, drink as much as you’d like.

MAMIYA: It’s alright, it’s just us leaders here anyway.

SHO: We won’t be troubled if we see each other drunk, huh~

MAMIYA: That’s right. Since we’re here drinking good alcohol, why don’t we talk about things that we can only talk about as leaders?

SHO: Like what?

MAMIYA: Hm, let me see… For example… How did you feel when your CD was first released?

SHO: You mean, my solo song?

MAMIYA: Yeah.

SHO: I really felt… nervous about my first song.

SHO: Of course, I did feel a little bit excited about it, too.

MAMIYA: Same here. I’ve been super nervous about it starting from how people would feel about it until the time I actually saw it on sale.

MAMIYA: But…

SHO: But?

MAMIYA: Hm… It’s just a little bit but… I was scared, too…

SHO: That’s… That’s unexpected. In what way were you scared? Was it because the expectations were too much?

SHO: Or because yours was the first one released?

MAMIYA: Hm… There’s that, too. I mean, I was first in line for the VAZZROCK Project, right?

MAMIYA: I had it in mind that I can’t fail at the very beginning.

MAMIYA: Plus, in my case, I have history with an old unit so… I was thinking about how the old unit’s fans would feel if I released a song without the old members. I got too worried about that, too.

SHO: I see. You’d be curious about how your old fans reacted, huh.

MAMIYA: I guess I was, even though we got newer fans, too.

MAMIYA: That’s why, I totally couldn’t sleep on the day the CD was going to be released.

MAMIYA: And I can’t really yawn during the release event so I had to use some super cold eye drops so early in the morning.

SHO: (chuckles) So you did something like that, huh?

MAMIYA: For real.

SHO: I didn’t know… You just seemed so relaxed to me before and after your CD’s release.

SHO: I guess that’s a part of your character, too, huh.

MAMIYA: Then, my feint worked. It’d be nice if I managed to fool the others, too.

SHO: At the very least, you managed to fool me~

MAMIYA: Well, I’m glad about that. (sighs) I can really only talk about these kinds of things with you.

MAMIYA: I mean… I don’t think that we have to be perfect because we’re the leaders but… There are times when we can’t show the members we’re nervous, right?

SHO: Yeah, I know…

MAMIYA: I know that even leaders feel lost or weak sometimes but… Ah… It makes me wonder what would happen if my members see me like this or something…

MAMIYA: As someone who should pull them along, I don’t want to show them any unnecessary anxieties that I feel.

SHO: That’s right. And not just as leaders. We’re the older members too so, there are times that the younger ones get influenced by us.

MAMIYA: Exactly!! That, too! My unit’s got more people who just debuted unlike ROCK DOWN, right?

MAMIYA: If I say this in front of people who just entered the industry, I feel like they’d be disillusioned by what the people around them do or say in the future!

SHO: That’s true, it is a specialized industry after all.

MAMIYA: In an unstable world like this, the only ones you can count on are your friends. Specially the leader who leads the way. To them, we’re the bright light that guides them along.

SHO: They’ll feel uneasy if the light becomes small or unstable, won’t they?

MAMIYA: That’s exactly it. No matter how strong the winds may become, the light should never disappear.

MAMIYA: Even if we have to desperately protect the light, you know?

SHO: So even you think of things like this, huh, Takaaki…

MAMIYA: He-he~ Being shameless means that I’d be great at hiding secrets, too~

MAMIYA: Well, I can say these things now because of a certain someone.

SHO: A certain someone?

MAMIYA: I can only open up about this because I’m with you, Sho. A unit leader just like me.

SHO: (smiles) I’m honoured.

SHO: Then, I guess it’s my turn to reveal some secrets.

MAMIYA: Heh~ You have something, too?

SHO: Of course, I do.

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[15:23]

SHO: Unlike VAZZY, our average age is not that young. And we have a lot of members who have already been in the industry before.

SHO: So this is from a slightly different point of view but…

MAMIYA: Like, how you had difficulty trying to be in charge of people from different fields in the industry?

SHO: I won’t say that I didn’t have that in mind but...

SHO: But, I guess I did feel some… anxieties, maybe? about why I was chosen to be the leader.

MAMIYA: Eh? Why so?

SHO: You know? I’m the type who thinks that it’s okay even if the oldest member is not the leader.

MAMIYA: Hm… Well, that’s true. In the entertainment industry, sometimes it’s the career history and not the age that’s the deciding factor.

SHO: Exactly. I wasn’t familiar with that kind of common sense in the entertainment industry.

SHO: Even though I was introduced to the agency, it was as a violinist, not as a talent.

SHO: Even though I knew what kind of world I was entering when I became a talent, I never once imagined that I would be a unit leader.

SHO: It made me feel uneasy a lot.

MAMIYA: Heh… I’m sorry to say this but—I never really noticed since you always seemed so relaxed!

MAMIYA: And, from my point of view, you always seemed so elegant.

SHO: There were times when I just laughed it off to make it seem okay, you know?

SHO: I’m so glad that my feint worked~

MAMIYA: That just means that we’re both good at keeping up appearances.

SHO: (chuckles) That seems to be the case.

SHO: But, I’m glad I got to talk about this with you.

SHO: It made me remember that it’s okay for leaders to experience troubles, too.

MAMIYA: Me, too. I feel so relieved that I’m not the only one who felt lost at times.

MAMIYA: Well— (softly) This is just between you and me, okay~?

SHO: A secret just for the two of us, huh~

MAMIYA: Totally~ Then, let’s praise ourselves for getting us all the way here, shall we~?

SHO: Agreed~

SHO: Now then, leader~ Thanks for your hard work.

MAMIYA: To you as well, leader~ Thanks for your hard work.

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Interlude: Back to the Motherland

CAMILA

Laying my head back against the wall I placed my hands on Jo’s back, gently rocking him side to side. While Dre is off getting Jo’s passport all squared away I stayed behind to charge our phones. This will be Jorden’s first official plane ride and as his mom and a travel enthusiasts, this excites me. This weekend will be the first time Jorden gets on a plane because of two reasons. My brothers, Mateo and Dario, are graduating from college and they invited me to the ceremony. The other reason for this trip is because my nana’s birthday is the day after the graduation. I’m very excited to see my little brothers and grandma after so much time has passed. A lot has happened since I last saw my mom's side of the family so this little vacation should be interesting. It's also been a while since Dre and I have had a little getaway. Even though Jo is tagging along I’m ready to enjoy some quality time with my man. The girls were super bummed about not coming with us, as Dre and I were too. However the girls can't afford to take two whole days off of school right now.

Looking around the airport I scanned the area to find Andre but I lucked out.

“Where's poppa? Hm?” I mumbled to Jo who was very much asleep. Reaching for my phone I put in my passcode so I could call Dre to see where he went.

Just as I tapped his name I saw him walking toward Jo and I. Ending the call I set my phone back on the floor and wrapped my arms around Jo’s body.

“What happened? Everything good?” I asked, as he took Jo from my arms to help me stand up.

Dusting my butt off I took a seat by the window and crossed my arms over my chest.

“All good to fly. How are you feeling?” Dre asked, sitting next to me with our son wrapped around him like a koala bear.

“I'm sleepy and super hungry. You never told me how you felt about meeting my little brothers and my mom’s side of the family for the first time.” I'm nervous on his behalf in regards to this vacation. Dre meeting my parents, Kenja, and Dani all went so well despite my nerves. But this is a much bigger move on our part as a couple and on his part as my man.

“I'm...nervous I'm not even gonna lie to you. But on another note, I'm cool. Meeting your loved ones in the past have all gone so well so I have high hopes this time around. You want to go get something to eat?” He quizzed, finger twisting Jo’s curls.

“Do we have enough time? What about our stuff?” I pressed, checking our boarding passes. We have plenty of time before our plane gets here so getting some grub is a sure fire plan.

“I'll go look around while you stay here with Jo. I know how tired you are from packing and shit. What you want to eat?” Dre took my beanie off my head, pulling off some loose threads. He situated my hat back on my head making sure to cover my ears.

“Shit..I don't know. Nothing heavy so maybe something light. You know how funny Jo is when I eat certain foods.” Licking my lips I stretched my legs out, checking out my shoes.

“I know exactly what you need. Hold my baby, I'll be back.” We swapped places so Dre could go hunt for something to eat. The minute he left, Jo was stirring and making weird ass noises.

“Aw my sleepy baby.” I cooed softly. Jo has grown up so fast over the last eight months. My baby will be a year old in September and I'm conflicted on whether I'm sad or happy. One thing I can say is he learns quick. Jo is getting better everyday with his walking. I'm still breastfeeding and I feel very empowered and strong. I remember with Kenja I nursed her for fourteen months and then she switched to the bottle. Something tells me I'll nurse Jorden until around the same time. My health and Jorden's are sky high. Neither of us has yet to catch a cold or feel under the weather for any reason. My skin is free of breakouts, scars, my metabolism is running a little faster than I’m used to and it has a nice glow to it. And for these reasons Andre calls my breastmilk ‘super milk’.

Jo woke up enough to geek around with me for a good twenty-five minutes while Andre was on the hunt for food. It's going on nine o'clock in the evening meaning our plane should be here in a little while. My plan for an early flight went out the window because the boys slept all damn day long. I didn't put up a fuss mainly because the flight will be long enough to feed my baby whenever he wants. And I can get some much needed rest.

“Da!” Jo exclaimed, turning all the way around to see Dre coming over with what looks like a present.

“What did you get?” I asked, once he was within range to hear me.

“I found this sandwich place a couple of gates down. I got you that green shit you like as well.” He handed me a plastic cup filled with green liquid and a wrapped sandwich with my name on it.

Andre sat next to me unwrapping his own food and checking his phone. I put the straw to my lips and took a sip tasting delicious green smoothie. A soft moan escaped my lips at how smooth the texture is. Ever since I became pregnant with Jo I've been craving fresh juices and smoothies like all the time. And for some reason after drinking one of these Jo will feed for an hour straight so peacefully.

“Eme..” He groaned. Jo’s hands were reaching for my cup the longer I kept drinking.

“Okay, okay.” I sighed. Putting the straw to his lips I watched him sip my smoothie with joy in his eyes.

“What did you get?” Turning my head I saw Dre stuffing his face with a wrap. He locked eyes with me as he demolished his wrap like this was his last meal.

“I love how you never share with him,” I chuckled looking at Jo remove the straw from his mouth. He rubbed his little lips together, licking them too making sure he cleaned his face well. “You like what I eat and drink don't you baby?” I smiled, setting my cup down to unwrap my sandwich.

“You got him started with that healthy lifestyle before I came home. He adapted your eating habits from inside the womb. Be proud. Not many babies his age eat the way he does.” Andre said fixing Jorden’s sweatshirt.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” I shrugged, removing a cucumber from my sandwich. I bit off the outer ring so Jorden wouldn't have a hard time getting to the center. Holding up the piece of cucumber to his mouth I encouraged him to take a bite.

The three of us sat quietly eating our food watching other people take their seats around us. By the time we finished eating and I escaped to the bathroom with the baby it was time to board. I met up with Andre outside the family bathroom so we could get in the line starting to form.

“Flight 771 is now boarding. At this time we are calling for families traveling with children under the age of five. Please have your boarding passes and passports if you have those handy, ready for scanning. If you would like us to inspect your carry on we can do that as well.” The woman called out over her microphone.

“That's us babe come on.” Dre held onto our carry-on bags while I kept a hold of the tickets, our passports and Jorden.

We made it through the gate, walking down to the plane. While Jo was messing with my hair I gave Dre our papers and passport booklets to put back inside of my bag. I didn't want to chance this information getting lost or stolen. TSA will be a bitch to get through without this information. Although Puerto Rico is a U.S. territory and we don’t need our passports to go there I wanted to be sure we could get there and back with no issues. I took my seat by the window trying to get Jorden settled. Dre put his carry on in the overhead cabinet because his was bigger than mine. I stuffed mine to the left of me so we both had enough legroom for this long flight ahead of us.

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Feeling a hand squeeze my chin woke me up out of my sleep. Rubbing my eyes roughly I looked to my left to find Andre knocked out, quietly snoring under the blanket. His headphones were sliding off of his ears so I reached over to adjust them.

“Hmm. Mem.” Jorden babbled suddenly. I gave him my attention to find him wide awake staring me down.

“Is my baby hungry?” I whispered, glancing out the window to see nothing but darkness. So far the flight has been so smooth. I peeped the time on my phone seeing half past midnight. After I unzipped my sweatshirt I made sure no flight attendants or passengers were looking. Pulling one half on my tank top down I situated Jo in my arms getting him as close to my breast as possible. I no longer need to help guide my baby to my nipple. He got the hang of it around the time he turned six months surprising me and his father to the fullest.

Jo was watching me as I watched him eat so calmly. Breastfeeding is one of my favorite activities. It eases my tension and clears my mind of all the negativity and reminders of what I'm responsible for on a daily basis. This time is also what helps the bond between my son and I grow stronger. I loved nursing Kenja and I love nursing her brother just as much.

“Veinte, treinta, cuarenta, cincuenta, sesenta, setenta, ochenta, noventa, cien..” I went on to count to two hundred in Spanish while Jorden ate and pulled at my hair. I've tried to make the effort to teach him Spanish young just like I did with Kenja after I had her. She picked it up easily because I drilled it into her from the start. Because Dre had a tough time picking up some of the basic phrases himself I tend to stray away from using Spanish with him but sometimes I just can't help it. For example when we make love it’s natural for me to spit out demands, tell him how satisfied I am, or just to talk my shit. Zoe even asks for little lessons every now and then and she enjoys them quite a bit.

I sang Jo the alphabet and just throwing out random vocab words being as quiet as I knew how. Everyone around us was asleep and I didn't want to be that rude passenger who couldn’t keep their voice down. The plane started experiencing some turbulence scaring me a bit.

Cuddling Jo’s body closer to me I rocked us from side to side. I focused all my energy on my baby, brushing through his hair and smoothing out his little eyebrows. I find it hard to keep my hands off Jorden when I'm feeding him. This is like the only time he doesn't fight me off of him.

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Feeling the sensation of a bright light on my face I fluttered my eyes open slowly. Jorden was cuddled up to my chest with my jacket gripped in his hand. His mouth was wide open with my nipple covering one of his nostrils. Pulling him away from my breast I wiped the dried milk from his cheek and laid him across my thighs. As I was composing myself I looked around to see other passengers waking up and stretching in their seats.

“Buenos días pasajeros, bienvenidos a San Juan, Puerto Rico. This is your captain speaking to inform you that the plane will be landing in approximately fifteen minutes. The flight attendants will be coming around shortly to collect all trash items. Don't forget to check your area to ensure you do not leave any personal belongings behind. Por favor, permanezcan sentados hasta que el cinturón de seguridad que se haya apagado la luz y gracias por volar con Delta. Que tengas un buen viaje!”

The pilot's voice woke Dre up in a slight panic. He was blinking rapidly, looking around at other people. He ripped his headphones off his head ready to jump up from his seat.

“Relan honey you're alright.” I chuckled. Picking Jo up off my legs I laid him against my chest, closing my eyes to enjoy the last bit of rest I'll probably get until tonight. We have a very long day ahead of us but it'll be a good one. I've never been this excited to see my abuela and my brothers. As far as knowing what other family members I'll get to see that I don't know but I'm still excited.

“Damn we made it? Have I been sleep the entire flight?” Andre stretched his arms and legs out, checking his phone afterward.

“Yeah you did. I told you that you would sleep the whole way here but you didn't believe me.” Pulling the window slip upward I felt my eyes enlarge at my beautiful homeland. I love this island so much. I just can't believe I'm from here along with half of my family lineage. Growing up I never knew how to appreciate where I came from. Now that I'm older and have been through some shit, I will never take this place for granted again.

“Miren chicos esta es mi casa..” I beamed, tapping Andre’s arm to grab his attention.

I felt his face sitting on my shoulder taking in the amazing view like I was.

“Look Jo, this is where mommy came from.” Glancing down at Jorden I smiled even brighter seeing him already looking out the window.

“I've never seen a place so beautiful. And I've been to a lot of places.” Dre mumbled, planting a soft kiss on my neck.

The plane came to a smooth stop. We sat on the plane for ten minutes until the pilot spoke that we were all clear to exit the aircraft. With Jorden to my chest I watched Dre gather our things at lighting speed, not once breaking his focus. He ushered me out of the isle to head towards the doors with him in tow.

“It’s hot as hell out here!” He yelled, scaring the other passengers in front of us.

“Yeah get ready to be complaining a lot. This sun is no joke so we’re both screwed.” I geeked, pulling Dre closer. This island sun is nothing to joke about. Stay out here long enough and you won't even recognize yourself when you undress at the end of the day. The stroll through the airport was a hot mess. It's pretty warm most days out of the year in just about every city in Puerto Rico. So with that being said, the airport is flooded with women of all ethnicities dressed according to the sun. Andre was having the time of his life staring around at the sea of women within or reach.

“Well damn..look at all the ladies out here.” He chuckled childishly.

Giving him an ugly glare I shook my head and picked up the pace toward baggage claim. Andre caught up to me laughing like I just told the world’s funniest joke.

“Aw come on mama don't look so upset,” He cooed, throwing an arm around my shoulder. “You know I love you and you're the only lady for me. None is as beautiful as you girl. Nobody!” He exclaimed bending down and planting a wet kiss on my upper lip.

I laughed at the fact that he completely missed my bottom lip and kept it moving towards the front of the airport. When we got to baggage claim it was a circus! Families, couples and single flyers were hustling around us to find their luggage. Andre flagged down our large suitcase wheeling it over to me. We walked out of the airport seeing a shit ton of cars and taxis coming and going. I flagged down a taxi truck in no time at all, feeling prideful in not having lost my old tricks. I got situated in the truck with Jo in my arms while Dre was loading up the trunk.

“Hola senorita, como estas?” The driver asked politely.

“Lo estamos haciendo muy bien, gracias. Que tan lejos esta de.. Aguadilla desde aqui?” I questioned, hearing the trunk close. From the side of my vision I saw Dre climb into the backseat next to me shutting the door and leaning back.

“Alrededor de una hora y media. Adonde se dirigen hoy?”

The driver and I went back and forth trying to figure out the fastest route to our hotel. Not that he was being complicated it's just that there are a thousand ways to get to Aguadilla from here. Once we hit the highway I sent my dad and Divya a text telling them we made it. Afterward, I had Andre call Matt to check on the girls while I continued to make friendly conversation with our driver. We got in earlier than expected, so I'm just gonna surprise everybody tomorrow. Today is a day and I want to show my boys exactly how I used to live. The drive is peaceful and insightful. Our driver is telling us about what's been going on around the island, what's changed, what the tourist percentage is and all the basic fun facts.

When we pulled up the hotel I damn near squealed at how ready I am for this day to begin.

“Damn Mil, where the hell are we?” Andre gasped, stepping out and spinning every which way.

Following behind him to get the bags I took in the scent of the air. Ocean water is exactly the smell I've been craving for so long. I paid the driver and led the way inside so we could check in. Dre pushed the cart with our stuff while I checked into our room and picked up the keys.

“This hotel is beyond beautiful.” I cheesed, moving Jo to rest on my other hip.

“Beautiful is an understatement. Thank you for this.” Dre smoothed back my hair and rested his arm on my shoulder.

“You're welcome.” I flashed a quick smile, watching the elevator doors open up. We searched for the room and came to a stop at 518.

I eagerly slid the key into the door and pushed my way in almost dropping the baby. I apologized to him although he didn't react to what I almost happened. Let the fun begin!

ANDRE

Camila, Jorden and I had the best day yesterday. All day long Mil was smiling and laughing, fully enjoying our first day here in Puerto Rico. Since she told me where she was from I've been dreaming of coming here. We stopped at every street vendor we came across, we ate at all of Camila’s favorite little spots and even hit the beach for a good three hours. After being in the sun for so many hours we all got darker but yesterday was all worth it.

Today is the day her little brothers are graduating from college and it's also the day I get to meet her family. Meeting Camila's younger brothers, grandmother, and god knows who else is intimidating but I'll be alright. Camila is in the bathroom getting ready and I'm burping Jorden. He woke up in a shitty mood because we had to get our day started early. He's still pretty upset but he'll be okay.

“You’re mommy takes forever getting ready but you know what? It's all good because when you're a woman as beautiful as her..you can take all day in the bathroom. Don't ever tell her I said that.” Pulling Jo away from my shoulder I met his big brown eyes frowning at how sleepy he looks.

“Always sleepy ain't you son?” Kissing his chubby cheek I looked to my left seeing Camila open the door. Her appearance took my breath away.

“Jorden..I might get mommy pregnant tonight or tomorrow. I haven't decided yet.” I whispered, laying him up against the pillow so he could see what's going on. I made sure he was comfortable before standing up to greet Camila since I wasn't able to earlier.

She waved her finger in the air and tried to escape past me but failed to do so. Holding her back I quietly inhaled the scent of her perfume, squeezing my arms around her.

“You are never up to any good.” She mumbled, holding my wrists in a tight grip, turning her head slightly to the side so I could kiss her cheek.

“I don't know what that means. I was just telling Jorden how beautiful his mom is. That's all.” I lied turning her around to face me.

“I heard you say you were gonna get me pregnant this weekend, don't think I didn't.” The growing smile she possessed turned me on in such a way I wish I had my mom here to watch my baby for a good hour. Not that I really need that length of time to bust a nut but having extra time to throw some glorious pipe is never something to complain about.

Smacking my lips I buried my face in her neck and pushed her hair out of my way. “I got a girl’s name in mind. Just give me the signal and I promise not to hold back.”

“Oh I don't doubt you on that even a little. Since when have you had time to think of a baby name?” She asked, putting space between us.

Standing to my full height I stretched my arms above my head and behind my back. “Since you had Ali. I was just thinking and a few ideas popped in my head.” I said, stretching out next to little man. He looked me dead in my eye, mean mugging, making me and Camila laugh. “Oh you must not like the idea of mommy sharing her super milk with anyone else. I see you man. I get it.” Leaning my head on Jorden's legs I stared at the ceiling.

Jorden was messing with my earrings, my hair, and my beard while Camila put the finishing touches on her outfit. After she was done playing dress up we packed our bags and hit the road. I drove to give Mil a break. She's been on the move lately and I’ll never be able to give her enough credit for all that she does. The closer I got to the college Jorden began to fuss and I knew he was hungry. It’s already after noon so it’s definitely time for him to eat.

“Don't look at me like that. You woke me up from my nap.” Mil yawned harshly and the second I looked in the rear view mirror I saw her cuddling Jo in her arms. She had both arms under his body with one of her hands patting his back. At the same time she had her head tilted backward with her eyes shut, I assume. One half of her top was pulled down just enough to give Jorden all the space he needs to get some lunch. This woman is really superwoman I swear. She does so much for our kids and our family unity but I know how stressed she gets even when she doesn't admit it.

It’s natural to become overwhelmed with the responsibility of motherhood but Camila never complains. Ever.

“Camila..” I spoke up, coming to a stop at an intersection.

“Hmm..I'm here.” She muttered.

“Son usted bien bebe?” I asked looking in the mirror to see her smirking at me.

“Bien trabajo. Si, estoy bien.” She flashed me a soft smile and returned to her previous position.

Another half hour of following these directions and I found myself looking at a shit ton of pedestrians and cars.

“I think we found it mama. Where in the hell do I park?” I uttered to myself.

“Let me call my cousin Dre hold up. Go park in that space right there,” Mil frantically said. I couldn't distinguish where she was referring to so I kept driving until her nails were poking the back of my neck. “Right here babe. Next to this Audi, the blue one.” She directed with sass.

Following her advice I whipped our rental into a parking space next to an R8, throwing the car in park. Looking around at the people walking around the area I observed my surroundings. Aguadilla is a very pretty city with a lot of beautiful people. The food here is bomb too. And since we'll be with Mil’s family for the next couple of days I know I'm gonna eat good!

“Prima! Hey! I'm here, can you meet me in the parking lot? Don't tell grandma or anyone I'm here yet, it's a surprise.” Mil rubbing my shoulder broke my concentration.

Turning around I unbuckled myself and reached back to undo her seatbelt. This shit is complicated. Opening the door I hopped out and slid in the back next to Mil.

“A blue R8..no, I don't know the year Evelyn..just call me when you’ve past the lot A sign..okay see you in a bit.” Camila set her phone in her bag and went back to feeding the baby.

He was clutching Mil’s necklace for dear life with his eyes fluttering open and closed every few seconds.

“Evelyn? Is that where Kenja gets her middle name from?” I asked, fixing Jorden’s shirt. I kept messing up the collar because he wouldn't stop trying to look at me.

“Yeah it was my inspiration.” She yawned.

Getting in his face I put two of my fingers in between his mouth and Mil’s nipple. The look in this boy’s eyes right now is enough to kill.

“You get that death stare from ya mama but don't use it on me.” Helping him back to his lifeline I sucked my finger clean of milk.

“That was not nice. I wanted him to get as much as possible before we go in there.” Jorden broke free of his personal feeding tube and reached for me.

I took him away so Camila could clean herself up before her cousin gets to the car. A phone ringing had Mil reaching down quick to answer the incoming call.

“You outside..okay hold on I'm getting out of the car.” Mil tucked her phone away in her little backpack before going through her other bag with a few necessities for Jorden. I continued to burp Jo with a towel across my shoulder. The heat out here is a killer but I had to step out of the car to get his carrier.

His little groans and babbles gave away his entire mood.

“Yeah buddy I know it's hot out here. Don't worry though, daddy is gonna keep you hydrated.” I said, feeling a presence next to me.

“His carrier is in this bag.” Camila reached across me unzipping a small duffel. We worked as a team getting Jorden situated against my chest in his career. This little thing comes in handy when we know we’ll be on our feet for a long period of time.

“Carmelita you look just as beautiful from the side as you do the front!” A happy voiced female spoke.

Mil and I turned to our left to see who I assume is her cousin standing at a distance checking us out.

“Evelyn! Oh my gosh, mire usted nina!” Camila raced over to engulf her cousin in a big hug.

To see Mil smile so brightly makes me happy. Even if I'm just watching her interact with family I love to see her smile.

“Te ves hermosa como siempre. Como has estado?” Evelyn stepped back to look over Mil’s appearance seeming proud of how she looks.

“Ni siquiera se por donde empezar. Déjame presentarte a mis chicos.” Mil and Evelyn walked over closer to Jorden and I. I leant against the back of the truck taking pride in the look her cousin had. Her eyes danced back and forth from me to Jo and I couldn't tell if she was overjoyed or just simply in shock.

“Mami...this is a beautiful set of boys you got here. Felicidades!” Evelyn exclaimed making Camila blush.

“I say the same thing everyday that I wake up next to them. Ev meet Andre and our baby Jorden.” Mil stepped closer to me and touched my arm longingly. She gave me this look and I took the hint. All I need is five minutes.

“And I thought Puerto Rico had all the beautiful men but I clearly was wrong. It's nice to meet you handsome. How you liking the island so far?” Evelyn asked, making eye contact with Jorden who was staring her down, trying to catch her vibe.

Jorden has a death stare match with new people that he sees picking up on the energy they possess. For the most part Jorden is collected and relaxed around strangers but there have been times where shit didn't go so smoothly.

“The pleasure is all mine. And I love it here, I wish we could've brought our daughters because they would really love it.” I felt a strong sense of power and confidence talking about my girls.

Evelyn's jaw dropped and then came the laughter. “Oh my goodness...Kenja. Ugh! How's my baby doing? I haven't seen that little girl since she was four years old.” She gasped shifting her weight onto one hip, adjusting the sunglasses on her head.

Pulling out my wallet from my back pocket I took out a picture of the girls holding Jo. We took some family pictures to hang up around the house earlier this year just because. Handing the picture to Evelyn I slid my other arm under the carrier, touching Jorden’s shoes.

“Look at these beautiful babies. I know Amaryllis genes would flow right through you into your kids. You guys ready to go in?” Evelyn handed me back the picture putting her sunglasses on her face.

Camila went around to the backseat and took out Jorden's bag, looping the strap across her shoulder. I shut the trunk and walked beside the girls into the stadium. I hope and pray that Jorden remains his calm and cool self through this ceremony or else he and his mom will be escaping multiple times.

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The ceremony was straight to the point. The heat index got a little worse but thanks to mommy packing plenty of snacks, water and an extra four milk bottles on ice, Jorden didn't fuss. His attitude changed so now he’s in a very playful mood but that's alright with me. I like when Jorden is full of energy. Seeing him act up always brings me to tears. We followed Evelyn back to Camila’s grandma’s house and boy was it a fucking party when we arrived. Camila had family greeting us out the woodworks. I don't like to stereotype but Hispanics know how to throw a good party filled with food and tons of family. Jorden got to meet some extended family although he didn't realize who anyone actually was but the party has been great so far.

Plopping down in the chair next to me Camila picked up a newspaper and fanned herself.

“It's not as easy shaking that ass anymore is it old woman?” I teased earning a playful swat to my head.

“No it's notl. Are you sure you’re having a good time? You haven't handed Jorden off to me once today?” Camila set the paper down and scooted close to me.

Nodding curtly I spooned more tiny pieces of watermelon into Jorden’s mouth. He's been chowing down on anything cold and soft I've managed to find.

“Oh yeah I'm straight. Watching you be happy and enjoy yourself brings me happiness. You deserve all the time to have fun while we’re down here before we go back home. I don't want you to worry about me for anything.” I said, picking out some of the seeds and feeding Jo more fruit. “That doesn't mean forget all about me but don't stress whether I'm having a good time. Because little do you know your cousins and aunts have been talking to me the whole time you’ve been gone.”

Camila grabbed her fork and snuck a piece of watermelon for herself while Jorden was turned around.

“Oh baby I couldn’t forget about you if my life was on the line. I just want to make sure you're okay too. This trip is about all three of us not just me. You get enough to eat or do you want me to get you something else?” She offered, wiping the corner of Jorden’s mouth with her thumb.

He whipped around and hit Mil with a bashful grin. The little dude is a fucking trip I tell you. He’s not talking yet but his facial expressions, yawns, groans and laughs will have you in tears.

“I'm good for right now. I'm actually waiting for one of your aunts..Ryan to throw some more food on the grill.” Rubbing my eye I sat back in my chair to pull my phone out of pocket. Seeing my mom’s name flash across the screen I accepted the call. “Hey ma.” I greeted, holding the spoon to Jo’s lips waiting for him to open his mouth. He opened wide and grabbed the spoon, guiding it into his mouth.

Holding my fist up to tap his I pinched my cell between my cheek and shoulder.

“Hi honey, how is the trip going?” She asked cheerily.

“Oh it's great. We’re at Mil’s grandmother’s house right now for the graduation party. What y’all up to?” I rebutted, feeding Camila some more watermelon.

“I'm gonna run to the bathroom, I'll be right back. Tell mom I said hi please.” Mil stood up to kiss my temple and pinch Jo’s cheek, disappearing from view.

“Not much. I am at the grocery store picking up some yogurt, bananas and other fruits for the girls. We’re making homemade popsicles tonight. That's the plan anyway.” My mom chuckled, rustling some object in the background.

“They always eating just like their brother. How is everyone and what y’all got planned for the rest of the weekend?” I quizzed, placing the spoon inside the empty cup. Reaching down into the baby bag I pulled out Jorden's little water bottle and twisted the cap off for him.

“Hm..emep.” He begged, wiggling his fingers once he saw the water.

“What else are they gonna do baby? You and your brother ate way too much at a young age so I don't want to hear any judgements. As for the weekend, well I've got to visit a client’s house in the morning just to look at the interior. Victor is taking us all to Disneyland the morning you guys fly back so we might be busy the whole day. I'm not quite sure yet.” Hearing that the rest of the family will all be together and having fun is what's important to me.

“Oh the girls will love that. I know Amelia run my brother and Jess bat crazy. Tell everyone we miss them will you?” Taking the bottle from Jorden I handed him the napkin so he could wipe his face clean.

“Oh you bet I will and tell my daughter I said I love her and you guys have a good time. I'm gonna get off here so I can get out of this store. I love you sweetie, I'll call you tomorrow.” My mom blew me a kiss through the phone making me laugh.

“I’ll do that. Love you too mama, later.” Dropping my phone in my lap I picked Jo up off the table, setting him in my lap.

“Mmhm..” He groaned, reaching up to pull my chin hair.

“What's up man? You still hungry?” Laying him against my chest, I finger twisted some of his curls. Weight on my shoulders had me tilting my head back to see a woman behind me.

“Andre?” She pronounced my name perfectly with emphasis on the last three letters.

“Yeah? Senora Maree?” I hinted not feeling confident that she has the same name as her granddaughter.

“Ooh..senora I feel very special now. How are you handsome? It’s so wonderful to finally meet the man who swept my nieta off her feet.” Amaryllis hugged Jorden and myself, sitting in Camila’s seat after. She smells like oranges and by the looks of her hair she’s been cooking all day.

“It's an honor to meet you. Camila has not stopped talking about how excited she was to come down here and see all her family.” I spoke bouncing my leg up and down to ease Jorden’s nerves.

I can't even flex. I see exactly where Mil, Kenja and Emilina get their beauty from. This lady doesn't look a day over fifty.

“And we have been dying to see her as well. She's been gone for so long I thought I might never see her again. Would this be my great-grandson I've heard so much about from Victor?” Senora Maree was hesitant to touch Jorden and I almost felt bad.

“Yes ma'am. This is Jorden,” Kissing his hair I rubbed his back to comfort him. “Look Jo, this is your great grandma on your mom's side. She's pretty huh?” I chortled, watching him touch Amaryllis nose.

“It is so nice to meet you papito. El es tan precioso! El va a ser muy guapo.” She pinched Jo’s cheek softly making him squirm and giggle. He loves when people squeeze his cheeks and it's honestly the cutest shit ever. “He is going to be your twin..you wait and see. How are my other two grand babies doing? Camila tells me you have a daughter that you brought in from an old relationship ship? How is she?” She asked glancing around at the party still going strong.

“Looking more and more like her mother every day. It truly scares me that Kenja will be her mother’s twin personality wise and physically wise. And yes, I do have another daughter. Her name is Zoe and she looks like the female version of me. Maybe one day you two can meet. She’s a ball of energy just like Kenja.” Shaking my head at the mental images of my girls I silently praised god Jorden turned out to be the boy I've always wanted. I don't think I could handle the beauty of a third daughter.

“I hate to break it to you but the Maree women tend to never deviate from their genes. Hell, look at your beautiful girl. She got it her mom, mi hija, and look where they got it from. And I have my mother and grandmother to thank for this glorious figure and these amazing looks.” Amaryllis fluffed up her short brown curls, making me weak with laughter.

Her bright blue eyes were so hypnotizing I didn't realize Camila was standing next to her.

“Baby..” I smiled, coming down from my ten second laugh spree.

“Having a good time with my abuela? Ella esta loca, verdad?” She winked at me knowing her grandma would have a reaction.

“Disculpe, pero no estoy loco!” Amaryllis exclaimed playfully punching Mil in her thigh. Standing from the chair she ushered Mil to sit down and put two fingers in her mouth, whistling loud enough to draw all eyes on us.

“Familia...vamos a reunirse alrededor para una oración y algunas palabras!” Amaryllis gathered around the table we were sitting at. When I looked around I felt my heart long to have my birth mother here. I don't know why she just popped into my head. Maybe it's seeing all of Camila’s family be so welcoming to Jorden and I. I really don't know. All I know is I feel a tightness in my chest from the overwhelming sensation of love and togetherness.

“Let us bow our heads,” Senora Maree paused and got us all to follow her lead so she could speak. “I want to thank the gods for bringing us our additional family members here to Puerto Rico this weekend. I'm so very proud of my grandsons Mateo and Dario for accomplishing their goals today. They've worked so hard these last four years. Gods I want to thank you for allowing my granddaughter and part of her family here to visit with us and celebrate with us. Having Camila here in front of me has made me so happy. Losing my Lina was hard on us all and I still feel her presence in this house after all these years. I don't want to pass around any sad energy Lord but I felt this day called for a prayer. Keep your safety net over my family wherever we are and wherever we choose to go. Salud!”

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Kissing Jorden’s cheek I pulled his little blanket up to his chest. Backing away from his bassinet I fell back on the bed shutting my eyes immediately.

“I’m fucking tired.” I groaned, rubbing my temples to reduce the pain in my head. After the prayer I made a couple of drinks for myself and I'm feeling every drop of liquor I swallowed. Amaryllis showed us the greatest hospitality tonight and not only that but she managed to get the baby to sleep without our help.

Mama and I are staying in the guest house behind the main house. Camila is in the bathroom getting ready for bed I hope. The door opened, causing me to look over and see Senora Maree peeking her head in. Sitting up I waved her in and turned the tv down.

“Tired?” She smirked with a hazy look in her eyes.

“Hell yeah. I'm gonna crash any minute with or without her.” Yawning into my hands I looked over in Jorden’s direction seeing his feet move a little.

“I'm glad you had a good time today. That's always my main focus when I throw parties or have any type of get together with family and friends. Can I ask you something before she comes out?” She came to sit next to me on the bed.

“Anything.” I nodded.

“What's your favorite thing about my granddaughter? In your eyes.” She asked quietly.

Taking a sharp breath I stared at the fireplace thinking.

“I love everything about that girl. I love her heart, her spirit, her drive, her voice, the fact that she's bilingual, her beauty, her mind, her will to go to any length to take care of our kids. She's super woman in my eyes and no one can take that from her.” Sighing deeply I crossed my arms over my chest and continued to look at the same spot.

“She's just like her mother in a ways you've already seen and others you haven't. I know I don't know you that well but I feel that you're her perfect match. I really do. I've never seen my granddaughter laugh and smile the way she did today and I've got you to thank for that.” Just as Amaryllis was getting ready to say something else Camila walked into the room.

“Abuela? What are you doing up this late? Don't tell me you were cleaning up behind everyone without me..” Camila turned the bathroom light off and walked over to us brushing her hair into a ponytail.

“Oh Mil relax. I've been doing this since your mom was a teenager. I'm used to this. Did you have a good time today?” Amaryllis asked standing up and going over to close our window.

“I did mami. Mateo and Rio are so grown now I can't believe how much they’ve changed. Tia Ryan looks healthier these days that's for sure.” Camila yawned coming to sit next to me. She threw her legs over my lap, resting her head on my shoulder.

“Are they fraternal twins? ‘Cause they both have something different to their faces that set them apart?” I spoke up.

“Yes, now they are. They used to be identical until day Ryan noticed something was off with Mateo. We still haven't figured out what it is but oh well.” Amaryllis found a box of matches and lit one, throwing it into the fireplace. She closed the gates and took a seat on the lounge next to the bassinet.

Rubbing Camila's lower back I closed my eyes and listened in to the flames crackling. I could faintly hear my son snoring making me laugh to myself.

“Lo que es gracioso?” Mil mumbled.

“What?” I grumbled.

“What's funny?” She translated.

“Jorden is snoring. Can't you hear him?” I rebutted looking her in the eye.

She stared at me and began grinning like she won the lottery. “That's your kid alright.” She smiled.

“Well I’m gonna head back to the house to get ready for bed. Do you mind if I steal our sleeping angel?” Amaryllis questioned earning my attention.

“Aw mami you don't have to. I know you've been on your feet all day and he wakes up sometimes during the night really moody.” Yawning loudly I dragged my hand down my face.

“Grandma you really don't have to, he’ll be out for a while anyway so we’ll have plenty of quiet time.” Camila yawned too.

“You too enjoy some alone time. He’ll be fine with me. And don't worry I’ve got the bottles you prepared and there's plenty of fruit left over in case he wants something sweeter. Buenas noches.” We all passed around hugs and then it was just us two.

The moonlight and the fireplace where the only light sources to bothered to keep going. Camila was tracing over my neck tattoos while I rubbed the base of my dick.

“Thank you coming with me this weekend. It means a lot to have you and Jo here with me. My mom would be overjoyed to know you guys came to visit her homeland.” She whispered against my neck.

“It's not a problem. I knew it would mean the world to you and Jorden is happy wherever we go so it’s a win-win all around. And besides I always want to be wherever you are.” Kissing her head I sat up to begin removing her of all her clothes.

“You never run low do you?” She teased in reference to my stamina.

Shaking my head I hopped off the bed to go lock our door. I peeled off my shirt and tossed it over the chair nearby.

“I heard you guys talking while I was in the bathroom.” She laid down flat on the bed one leg crossed over the other.

I followed in pursuit until I was hovering over her body.

“And what did you hear?” I retorted.

“I heard what you said when my grandma asked what did you like about me. You've never told me any of that before. Why have you never told me?” Camila wasn't gonna let this one go. I know if I dismiss this conversation she’ll always be left to wonder why.

“You're right. It wasn't that I was trying to hide anything from you it's just that there are so many good things I can say about you. I've never had anything negative about you to speak on. And after everything that you went through before I came into the picture and after...I couldn't fathom speaking ill of you. You are everything to me because without you I would not be where I am today. I would not have those kids if it weren't for you. As a woman you’re already incredible but as my woman..there are just no words to describe you.” I confessed.

Of course me being the honest, smooth talker I am there was nothing left to be said. With Amaryllis keeping the Jo for the night I get to keep my baby up all night.

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