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Hidden Heart

BTOB Lee Minhyuk (Huta) x Idol!Reader Summary: You and Minhyuk were a couple for the show We Got Married. Your forwardness and comfort in haptics made for an interesting show. It was clear how you captured the hearts of your endless admirers. Minhyuk understood from the get go that you were a forced to be reckoned with. He finds his own heart pounding at the sight of you... and it's getting a little too real. Word Count: 5k+ Warnings: Fluff, headcanon, crack fic, angst, pining, mentions of hate, adoption, orphanage, toxic fans, etc.

A/N: this is going to have a part two. Dont ask me when I'll post it, but I will. I'm sure there'll be a part two because I wrote it first, but i just can't get this out of my head so I'm writing this before i finish the other. I'll tag u if you like, just ask. IM OBSESSED WITH MINHYUK PLS I HOPE HE GETS MARRIED FFS

You were part of a girl group thats pretty famous yeah

U were known as the mood maker of the group

The outgoing one

The emotional cry baby

Basically, you were very comfortable with showing your emotions

Plus, youre v clingy and needy

You do most of the skinship in the group unapologetically and unabashedly

You've been a fan of the show 'we got married' for a really long time and expressed your interest in featuring in it to your managers

But cos u were pretty young at the peak of the show, they were hesitant about it

But now is ur time

And to your surprise u got paired up with BTOB's Minhyuk (surprise!)

Now, you were about the age as his group, which was why you were close with Peniel

Minhyuk actually asked about u from him

And peniel was very Nonchalant

But said u were nice

And really talented

(you two went to the same Church Btw)

But you were only ever acquainted to Minhyuk,

which sort of made it fun

in ur head that you would have a new friend

On ur first episode u met at like a chinese restaurant and really just went at it

"ive been thinking a lot on how we should approach this and i think we can help each other out,,,, like treat me the way you would treat a woman u like so that if ur problematic, i can help fix it for u," you bluntly said

Minhyuk to be honest, enjoyed the fact u were taking the lead

He pulls into a smile and a nervous chuckle and says, "okay lets do that."

"ok cool. U do the same with me. N like hopefully at the end of this we can be bffssss!!"

Minhyuk cheerily smiles.

You proceed to insist on writing down a letter to your future selves to read at the end of it.

You also make sure the other doesn't read what was written.

U jokingly warn minhyuk that by the end of it u would probably cry cos thats such a you thing

Ur surprised when minhyuk agrees

Pleasantly surprised tho

Honestly, it was a pretty strong start between the two of u

You right off the bat said yallz should have pet names

And that ur name should be husband and wife in ur phones

🤮

U also made sure to hold his hand--

Or bicep

Cos

You know

🌝😎 hes got dem muscles

Side track: you asked if you could see his abs like any rational person would

--everytime you walked together

Minhyuk was clearly culture shocked

Some viewers that did not know you were shocked too

But you never really stepped into a zone which truly made minhyuk uneasy and uncomfortable

So it was good

You would go on to your 'wedding day' in a very simple tube, a-line dress, with minhyuk in a tuxedo.

You were very touchy with Minhyuk in the photos

Mostly cos u were touchy with everyone

Minhyuk would then tease you, saying his wife loved his body so much

😏

BUT NO BRUH YOU SLAMMED THE BOUQUET OF FLOWERS ON HIS SHOULDER FOR THAT

It made for some pretty funny photos

"OPPA UR TOO MUCH"

Minhyuk would nod profusely, never forfeiting his smirk, and wave his hand in surrender

On like ur 'first dates,' you go to an amusement park

It's all fun and games

Really exhilarating

Yall go on a bunch of rides that throw people side to side and upside-down

You scream your head off on a rollercoaster and grip on each others hands for dear life

Mostly it was you gripping on Minhyuk's bicep

😎

Nahhhh but he got a little hurt with ur grip digging in his flesh

Especially when you bit his shoulder, though it was through his clothes

😎

"yayayayayaya, lets go to the haunted house!" Minhyuk jumps after getting off the rollercoaster

Ur a little loopy and minhyuk helps you down

But you still shake your head quickly at his idea

He makes fun of ur messed up hair, which you flatten out

"well ur face is messed up, oppa"

Minhyuk chuckles in shock, "YA!! IM TRYING TO HELP"

You pretend to be offended by his scream

That's it

Minhyuk begins to push you from behind, "lets go to the haunted house!!!"

You try to fight back, and you manage to stop him, only cos he relents

"oppa pls im such a scaredy cat plsSsss i will pee myself."

Minhyuk is even more interested.

"yA, i went on all the rides you wanted!"

"because you wanted to get on them too!"

He narrows his eyes, "nope. We're going to the haunted house."

You whine.

He chuckles, "please, it's not like you will die"

You make a run for it

For real

you decide to run away from him and get into the car you drove here in or something

Lol

I mean u started off walking away

But since minhyuk kept blocking you

You bolted

Minhyuk wasn't necessarily expecting that

But from how you were moving, it made sense that was the next thing youd do

But bish if you don't know minhyuk is a friCKIN TRACKSTAR

you can imagine how the camera crew felt

Also, dafaq he's pretty strong so of course he's gonna catch you

Which he does

Pretty easily

Even with all the people around

Like bruh

You couldn't even make it to the other side of the rollercoaster

"yaaaa!" he chuckles, grabbing you by the arm before you could even really begin to run far

So that you wouldn't get crushed onto him when he pulls you back, you begin to run in circles, which made for a comedic footage

Minhyuk is fully amused

You stop and give him a look, "lee Minhyuk i hate horror pls have mercy"

"come on, it's just a bit of fun and i'll hold ur hand through it all"

You bicker back and forth for a while, up until you relent

Minhyuk is pleased when you two walk to the attraction

You do make it inside right

Just as you step into the haunted house

Scaring U

Minhyuk stomps his feet and screams ur way

Clearly making you jolt up and shout in horror

You beat him up

Whine

And make an exit

He chuckles and apologizes repeatedly

And catches you by ur waist, lifting you up and propping you beside him

Its pretty unfair he can do stuff like that

And the internet goes wild with that clip,

Editing it over and over again

Thinking it was so cute and romantic

And how hot minhyuk was for that 🥵

But at that moment, u were just really friggin jittery even though u were not even technically in the house yet

Not really

Minhyuk put your hand by the crook of his bicep and soothes you with apologies, "i promise that's the last. I'll protect you now."

You keep quiet, apart from your whines, and slam your forehead on his shoulder

You tread slowly, mostly because of you

Halfway into the room, you begin to panic

"oppa oppa, lets just run outside"

Minhyuk turns to you, chuckling, "i think it's too dark for that"

Honestly, Minhyuk still had nervousness in him while walking through the place, but he just found you really funny... and sorta cute, so he wasn't really that scared

"GAAAHHHHHHH!"

Ur first jumpscare was by ur side,

So you clawed minhyuk and ran behind him, making him laugh

You began to push him from behind

The next thing you knew there were ghosts and ghouls screaming at you

And paper props brushing against ur skin

Bruh this aint it

You kept screaming, "RUN RUN RUN RUN"

But minhyuk refuses and only balances your pushed out

He eventually pulls you in front of him and you two begin to jog out

The exit is pretty close

But suddenly there's a zombie chasing after you

BruH HIS GROANS AINT IT WTF

🏃🏃🏃

By the time you get out of the house, ur out of breath and just shaky from all the adrenaline

The looks of u honestly begin to make Minhyuk feel bad

Ooof sorry

Minhyuk comes up to you and rubs ur back

U can honestly feel a surge of electricity like adrenaline coursing through you

And you feel like ur on fire

So you turn to minhyuk

And ask

If u could get a hug

To calm urself

"this is the quickest way"

Minhyuk doesn't even flinch or hesitate to agree

Thus u stood there for around five minutes

Nose flushed with his scent

Chin rested on his shoulder

You honestly began to get sleepy in his embrace when u calmed down

You felt drowsy

When Minhyuk noticed, he gently tapped ur back and chuckled, "ya we should get back now"

You reluctantly pulled away and nodded

It was really warm and fuzzy

You walked off hand and hand

And u had a nice nap afterwards

THIS GIF MAKES ME WANT TO KILL SOMEONE

The next thing yall did was practice driving

You had ur licence but u didn't really drive that much which is why u felt really anxious when ur behind the wheel

So you asked Minhyuk to kind of help you out with that, no biggie

And he was very supportive with it

"just calm down and drive slow, it's okay"

"dont mind if people honk at you, we all start somewhere"

"its okay just keep ur eyes on the road"

"ur doing great"

"YEAH U DID IT IM SO PROUD OF YOU"

💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

It wasn't much, but you appreciated it so much and it was clear to you in this moment that this man was a gem

A shining star

A precious diamond

So like one day you had this episode of just doing domestic stuff

And yall decided to cook fried fish for lunch

Idk if we got married actually has the people live together lol SO FOR THE SAKE OF THIS THEY DO but in separate rooms of course

You both like woke up pretty late that day

And you told minhyuk before that u started ur day with exercising

And yeah, the reason why it yall ate lunch was u two skipped breakfast from working out so long

You explained that you only ever did exercises at home cause u feel conscious by how funny your exercises are and how much you sweat

You aren't surprised that Minhyuk keeps up with you

But u are surprised by how much fun it is to have someone to exercise with

And to have someone like hype you up when ur muscles are burning

What was once serious exercising turned into childish play time

Yallz began to shove each other

And mess up each other's counting

And like straight up sabotaged each other by sitting on them when they did push ups

So like you just began to play games

Like the pushing game

And the banana split game

And you bot complained about how sticky and sweaty and smelly and gross the other was

And honestly it was already gross with how much yall laughed and smiled

Who friggin does that when they exercise

DISGOSTIN

And yall realized it was already like 1pm

So damn yall got food prepared

The fried fish as i mentioned

😏🐟

Then like another time you two visited an orphanage you would donate and volunteer at

You kind of kept this quiet cause it meant a lot to you, and u didnt really want the general public to know about ur visits there,

but you always visited the place at a specific time, so you thought it would be good to let the place have exposure

You were estatic to see the kids again

Especially this little girl that was equally as fond as u as u were of her

You did the the usual, playing with the kids, helping with the preparations, and in general keeping them entertained

You also always brought some food with you when you visited

And you and minhyuk had made cakes for them

It was long and gruelling but so rewarding when you saw the look on the kids faces

Minhyuk was honestly so impressed you could corral the kids together

And keep them quiet

And keep them engaged

And have so much energy

And smile so sweetly

And treat them so kindly

And just be so patient with them

and just be

like so beautiful

what he didnt say that

what

what?

he felt his heart quicken when u made ur way to him

and yallz performed a song of yours

minhyuk and u danced to one of ur most popular songs

and the kids actually knew em, to minhyuk's surprise

you humbled yourself and said you had taught the dance before

then yall sang a ballad from btob

and even though u guys practiced it

minhyuk was still so nervous

I MEAN WHO WOULDNT WHEN U LOOKED AT HIM LIKE THAT

sdlas;gd;safkhdbfa

to everyone's surprise

the kids began to scream

KISS KISS KISS KISS

KISS

KISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

🧍

you began to burn red

and minhyuk was unsure if he should be happy or sad about that

but you know

yall had to give the kids what they wanted

so minhyuk pouted exaggeratedly

and you gave him the permission to kiss u on the cheek

u know

for the kids

FOR THE KIDS THEY SAID

then on ur way home

during the drive

you began to slip into chatter about wanting to have your own kids in the future

both u and minhyuk were unabashedly vocal about it

and minhyuk got butterflies thinking about it

then you began talking about how much you wanted to adopt as well

you seemed kind of reluctant to talk about it

but minhyuk's gaze made you comfortable

so you expressed how many time you almost adopted the girl the orphanage

and how u wanted to give her family

i mean its not to say she didn't have a family in the people that she was with in the home

but you wanted to share the blessings you were fortunate enough to have

but you would remember how you barely really had time for your self

and honestly, you felt like a coward

because every time you'd get close to doing it

u'd have ten reasons not to go through with it

and ultimately, u agreed if you were so reluctant about it

u didnt deserve her

and u also didnt want to be a single mom

who left her kid a lot

you started feeling like a dummy

but minhyuk reassured you it made sense

"i really just felt so grateful suddenly for everything i have because of the perspective she gave. and i just felt like i wanted to protect her because her wishes were so pure and sincere"

HE CATCHING FEELINGS BOY

🤮💗🤮💗🤮💗🤮💗

🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃🏃

THIS IS MINHYUK WITH HIS CHILD

DONT FKING TOUCH ME

the next thing yall did was remake that cake

Because you weren't really able to eat much when you made some for the kids

so you went grocery shopping with minhyuk

And you bought the ingredients for the cake

plus u got this massive block of mozzarella cheese cause y not

and since you bought a lot of things for urself, you obviously were going to pay for it

but like ur an idiot and forgot ur wallet

and ur phone

so like

you had to turned to minhyuk with a guilty look

"oppa

uuhhhhh

i forgot my stuff

uhm

can u pay for this

i'll pay u back later"

"lol it's okay i was gonna pay for it anyway lol"

bsshsjsjjbsbs "no oppa ill pay you back when we get home"

"it's literally groceries of food i will eat anyway lol i wanted to eat the cake"

"pls the cheese is like 1000$ pls"

"ur dramatic its fine"

and ur like

Plssssss dont do this to me

minhyuk shakes u off

and so you decide its a lost cause if u argue with him now anyway

so you keep quiet till you went home

then you rushed to your wallet to give him the money for the groceries

he really does his darndest to not take it for you

you two run around the flat

then yallz even do a lil bit of wrestling

minhyuk puts his hands in the air so you cant put the money in his hands

and even when u shove the money in his pocket

he throws it away

GIRL

u curse the pocketless jacket he has

u think of like opening his phone and transferring funds there, so you try and trick him into opening his phone for u

i mean clearly he was suspicious

so you bolted when u got his phone

and headed for the bathroom

idk what u were thinking tho lmbao

his bank app is password protected

"oppa pls let me pay u back"

"it rlly dont matterrrrrr tho"

"the cheese iS SO EXPENSIVE THO!"

"ksksjjsjs its fine pls open the door"

you two go on for a bit

but it was pointless

minhyuk 1 you 0

The next thing you guys do is have a workout session in an actual gym, as per requested by minhyuk

"since she really enjoyed working out with me, i thought of helping her get accustomed to working out in the gym, because she enjoys the company. At least if i cant workout with her, she'll be comfy enough in the gym"

😢

Everyone awwwed

When u were on ur way there, u explained u went to the gym sometimes just to use the treadmill

Thats it

To like run for ages

Cos u watched dramas while u ran

Minhyuk found that so endearing

When u got there

Minhyuk was surprised that u knew the trainer that was going to be there for the both of u

u lock eyes with the guy

then u smile and point at the same time

"oppa? Ur gonna be our trainer"

OH HELL NOOOOOOO

NOPE

UH UH

he smiles back

"yeah bruh, long time no see, drama fanatic"

PLEASSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE with the pet names too

Minhyuk clenches his jaw

"did you know she can like jog for two hours straight. Like bro thats like sick"

You then explained that you two talked after u finished running, because by that time, he had ended his session too.

So u watched her the entire time??? Minhyuk thinks

Aw heLLLLLLL NAHHH

To say minhyuk went ham was just an understatement

he made sure to flex the heck out of muscles

and his endurance

and stamina

HE AINT LOSING

U kinda just did ur thing with ur exercises

and minhyuk made it clear to hog the trainer and keep him away from u

I mean it was clear to the audience that he was furiouSLY JellY

But at the time it went over ur head

Like we get it mr trainer

Positive reinforcement helps

BUT BACK OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

And dont smile at her

Or linger

Plssssss

Then came the time you were called by the trainer do some boxing moves

Cos apparently he's taught u before

NSSJJSNNSNSJSJS

If people could steam in anger, minhyuk would be whistling by now

Like WHY ARE U SO TOUCHY

You did what he asked

But u werent very comfortable with it

The trainer tried to get u out of ur shell

But u outright decline and said you would rather spar with minhyuk or hype minhyuk up himself

Literally didnt need any other cue to swoop in and take up the chance to get him out of the picture

Minhyuk decides to take on the trainer himself

He doesn't really want to beat him up

But more like, show off to you that we was really athletic and muscular too pls notice meeeeeee

U cheer and clap for him

Which does wonders for the ego and satisfies minhyuk

That is until ur like, "oppa can i try to arm wrestle u out if curiosity?"

And u were talking to him not minhyuk

Duh the trainer doesn't miss a beat

You consistently explain that u know ur gonna lose but just wanted it see what it would be like

And lol it was like pushing a wall

You cheerily laughed at the idea

Minhyuk is salty about it so he asked to try it too

he wants to beat the trainer in arm wrestling

he wants to destroy him

I mean what else is he gonna do when the trainer has that annoying smirk of his face cos he touched ur hand and made u lol

Minhyuk is exhausted

But with sheer strength and will

They manage a tie

Which stuns u

Its not as ideal was winning

But hey at least Minhyuk didnt lose

now

This then brings us to the time where he did lose your attention to someone else

Only this time he couldn't really get mad cos he loved the dude

You had expressed how much of a fan if btob u were

and how ur favorite was Eunkwang

like literally everytime you mentioned btob

eunkwangs name had to go out of ur mouth

i mean minhyuk thought that is was cute at first

he thought his hyung deserved it

And mostly

when these instances happened

it was only lightly brushed on so minhyuk didnt think too much of it

So when u were surprised with a nice dinner with minhyuk AND eunkwang, u were soooooo maddened with excitement

Like gurl

We get it

Ur whipped

But did u have to only look at eunkwang who was right next to u the entire time

Likkeee girrrll

"oppa for real like everytime i look at u o feel so happy" you say

Minhyuk chews on his food

Eunkwang lols

Minhyuk watched ur bright smile and feels his chest tighten

"i love ur voice"

"thank u"

"and ur stage presence"

"tenk u"

"and ur personality"

"ty"

"and i honestly look up to u"

Eunkwang go 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"i genuinely wish to have the same carefree and bright personality you have. I hope u know how happy u make people. Sometimes, when im sad, i watch a video of yours and i end up feeling better"

Eunkwang go 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🤯🤯🤯🤯

Minhyuk go "what is this feeling i have in my throat"

You clearly enjoyed every minute u had with eunkwang

Minhyuk begins to think he may as well have been ur husband in this series

Eunkwang catches on his sulky mood and diverts the attention to minhyuk

and how he

"literally wont shut up about u, like everytime were together, he talks about u, and listens to ur songs and nsjsjsjsjs its high key annoying, please i need therapy now all ur songs have lived in my head rent free pay up ho"

Minhyuk freezes and thinks, "im about to beat this bish up"

You however find the sentiment adorable and reciprocate kind words about him

He feels like he's flying

His heart his beating

He does talk about u a lot

Because uve plagued his mind

"Bro, i think i really like her" minhyuk tells changsub when its just them

"then ask her out, genius"

But bro

He cant

Dont tell anyone

But minhyuk watches ur episodes of ur show because he likes seeing u smile, especially when it's about a joke he made

Sequentially, he's seen some comments on the show

How fake u were

How cute u were

How much they hated u with him

How much they hated him with u

But he found most of the comments where bashers would say u would be too much, ur fans would say u literally treat him the way u treat everyone else

He wasn't special

U were as touchy and as smiley with him

As u were with junmyeon form exo

Or teacyon from 2pm

And it kind of made him realize the smiles he thought were special to him werent even special at all

as ur fans stressed

wasnt

special

you treated everyone with the same demeanour

he would begin to obsess about it

and watch compilations of u interacting with idols

some of them would be about them gushing over you

some of them would be u gushing over them

and some of them would be filled with skinship

some of them would be filled with laughter

it made his chest constrict

it tasted bitter.

I mean it makes sense that u were so comfortable with him so easily because u were like that with everyone

Not because u shared a connection

And it sucked dude

the realization just

*sigh*

stung

Especially you would say such sweet things to him

only for it to be just that

sweet things

with no other meaning

because you were sweet

when u talked about how u thought minhyuk would be a great dad and husband

And u envision his wife to be literally everything u were not

He couldnt tell if u were doing that on purpose of if u genuinely thought so

It sucked man

How you could have such moments like

Eating ice cream

Watching movies

how u two would laugh

and talk for hours but felt like it was too rushed

how u would snuggle close to him

and hold his hand

and make his stomach tumble

But it was all for show

So when he had this mission to get a kiss for you

Yours btw was to get him to buy something

He panicked

And was uneasy all day

U could tell

he had actually been so off for a while

minhyuk had ranted to his members how draining it was to be with you

not that he didn't enjoy it

not that the didnt want to

but he just so empty

because at the end of the day u were with him because of a contract

and not because u wanted to be

U decided to do something fun to destress him that day, though u were unsure of why he was so stressed exactly

It was kind of natural that u ended up in the mall

U found a simple dress on the rack, and u decided that was how you would complete ur mission

You told minhyuk u wanted to try on the dress

And dang u looked great in it

10/10

heart eyes

😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

So when u said u forgot ur wallet again

It was a lie, u purposefully left it

U didnt have to tell minhyuk twice to get it for u however

U still felt bad though

U didnt like having others do things like that for u

So while he was settling the bill, u didnt ask if u could pay him back, u asked how u could get even

Minhyuk didnt think much of it, nor did he think it was ur mission anyway since he was told u had none

Same goes to u

u were told only u had a mission

So he thought of joking and get it over with

minhyuk said softly, turning quickly from ur lips to ur eyes, "u could give me a kiss"

🧍

Did u hear that right?

???????????????????

"what?"

Minhyuk quickly turns away

You look at him and ask, unsure, "did u say kiss?"

*sweats* "it was a joke"

You clearly can see how nervous he was

there is no way that was joke

even when he chuckled and brushed it off

As u walk off in this thick, awkward silence, u begin to piece in ur head why he was being so weird

It was probably his mission too

i mean you were pretty smart so it wasnt that hard

You call for him

Once

Twice

But he doesnt look

U decide to just go for it then

And give him a peck on the cheek

That is when he gets his friggin guts to turn to u

And u wind up kissing on the lips

👁️👄👁️

🥴

😌✊

💅

Ok then

Clearly that went viral

Ah yes how sweet

how do u even talk after that

idk

but you two manage

You both break out of the awkwardness, thankfully

And fall back into playful banter in no time

So like by the end of the show

U both read what u had written

Ur balling out crying, saying that u expected at the very least to be friends by the end of this and someone u could turn to for advice, especially with men. You express how much he means to u and how u would like to still be friends after this

Minhyuk sheds a tear when he explains how much u have grown on him in this time. He reads out how he had hoped to learn about himself as a man and how to treat a lady well, and he concludes that u have set the standard and how special u have become to him

and just like that it was over

it felt so surreal

and minhyuk felt both relieved

and in mourning

To be freaking honest

Everything was so sus between u

Clearly so many people wanted u do end up with each other at the end of it

And so many took to the internet to talk about how whipped minhyuk was for u

some people pointed out how ur touches lingered

and how ur eyes sparkled when u interacted

but again

it wasnt really out of character for u

so most of ur fans didnt get their hopes up

and even crushed other viewers dreams about u being together

When it all ended, for some reason minhyuk expected u to do an 180 on him, or to never see him out again

he stared at his phone on nights ends

and got so sad thinking about u

minhyuk was nearly annihilated by his members for sulking so much

"U FRICKING IDIOT JUST CALL HER"

minhyuk would moan out a weak no

PENIEL WAS NOT HAVING IT AND THREATENED TO SPILL EVERYTHING TO U AT CHURCH

ok dang relax

pls

so minhyuk called u

and his heart raced at ur sweet voice saying hello when u picked up

he was relieved and overjoyed to find that u really where just so temperate and lovely with him

u didnt change when u talked to him

and he was so happy that u agreed to hang out with him

for a moment he was satisfied

that u were willing to eat lunch with him

and that u thought to call him up because u wanted to go shopping with him

u got shy and reluctant about it because u weren't going to buy anything of great importance

but he profusely stated that he would like to go out and buy slippers with you

and you were thankful for it

As some time went on, it ate him up to think about how u could be with someone else

He hated how comfortable u were with him to talk about these men u liked and men that liked u

how there was a sweet guy that asked u out recently

and how u were thinking of agreeing with him

he didnt have the heart to say it was a bad idea

because i mean it wasnt...

not really

he just didnt like it

you seemed not to be so sure about it though

and minhyuk reassured u that literally whatever guy would be so lucky to be with u

"are you sure about that?" you asked

Minhyuk wanted to scream

he brushed it aside

and decided he couldn't take it anymore

He was done choking

so he just spat it out

He said it

He said it all

He tells you how he feels giddy at the sight of u and how much he enjoys ur company

he tells u how much of an impact u've become to him

how much he looks forward to being around u

He tells u that he's gotten his heart so attached to u in the time uve spent together that he just has to give it a shot

he tells u why he was so out of it in the last few episodes u filmed together

he just hated how close u were and yet so far out of reach u really are

He explains that he knows he's probably not special to u

but if u let him try, he thinks he can make u happy

and he'll do anything to have the warmth you've had for him become real

he nearly dies when u laugh

and tell him u felt the same way too

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arcgeminga · 3 years

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What is the mun's opinion of all the gold saints from TLC?

♚— Oh boi. This is gonna be a mouthful. I know you said "all" , but I can't do saints like Avenir and Sage since I haven't read Shion and the Old Twins' gaiden in English. And I'm not about to act like I know Spanish enough to write a review on those saints.

♚ Aries Shion - Should've been the Hades Arc Shion. Like damn, I really like Shion when he's an angry sheep!! I mean, he yeets the five bronzies in Hades Arc like "Fuck dem kids!".

I really like Specter/Pope Shion. But TLC Shion I do not hate. In fact, I can understand how and why he becomes Pope. I really like TLC Aries Shion! I just wished he was more angry sheep, but TLC Shion is not bad. I especially loved his Gaiden, at least the part where Avenir was shown. I feel like they should have explained more on his thoughts on becoming pope or exploring him having some sort of survivor's guilt but hey. I don't dislike him!

♚ Taurus Aldebaran/Hasgard/Rasgado - Honestly, the only thing I can say about Hasgard is that... I don't hate him. I love his English Voice actor (because I'm a really big fan of Jamieson Price since Tales of Vesperia), but for Hasgard himself... I don't really have an opinion or thought on. His teenage years with Sisyphus and Aspros seemed fun, and I'm kinda... hm... sad that their relationship mellowed out? Or at least, we didn't get his and Sisyphus' opinions or reactions to Aspros' death.

♚ Gemini Defteros & Aspros - OH BOY WHERE DO I START!? ----- Gemini Aspros - I understand why Aspros was the way he was towards everyone and his brother. It's honestly not his fault. I am happy that he doesn't have a "split personality" at all throughout TLC, even though that is something I would never diss Saga for (even if it wasn't really a split personality). He was simply manipulated into behaving cruelly because someone showed him something that he was scared of, and that was akin to his brother not needing him. His Gaiden harks back to that too, during that 'flashback' when he told Defteros that he was going to become pope, Defteros donned the gold cloth and said 'yeah so we can be equals and I won't need you' (paraphrasing). If Aspros is just going to be used and tossed away, might as well harden his own heart before then. And it doesn't help that he saw himself as a Specter and his brother as a Gold Saint when he went to the oracles.

I feel for Aspros because, in the end, he had no idea that he had been manipulated hard enough that his goodest boy personality changed. And honestly, I can relate to that. I've had my personality take a deep dive some years ago after I had a panic attack. So I don't fault him for his actions. He was just trying to make the best with what he knew, understood, and could do, even if that meant doing terrible things. After all, it is his mindset that the weakest people are the ones that don't do anything. ----- Gemini Defteros - I also can't fault him for anything. He was dependent on his brother, and there was no way he could understand what was going on in Aspros' tortured mind since Aspros never spoke about his feelings. But I believe that, contrary to what Aspros thinks, Defteros would have been very dependent on him even after Aspros became pope. After all, he didn't have friends, lacked social skills, and couldn't find it in himself to trust anyone aside from his older brother because of how Sanctuary treated him as they were growing up, so he would have been stuck in like a childish headspace of needing a protector and provider, which was Aspros. You can tell that much because he was asking Asmita what should he do when he was possessed by the DEF.

When Aspros died (or rather, when Defteros killed him [which seriously broke his heart]), it forced Defteros to grow up and look after himself. This isn't a terrible thing--but it was a terrible and such a trauma-inducing way to go about it. But how he died--or rather, the fact that he wanted to sacrifice himself to save his brother... honestly it still makes me cry a lot. You can see in his eyes that he loved his brother even after the very end, and wanted him back. And just IMAGINE how many times Defteros' eyes have shown nothing but the purest love for Aspros, and how Aspros had been manipulated to see those eyes as nothing more than hate. ----- Gemini twins in general - If it wasn't obvious already, I love these two so much. I hate--I ABSOLUTELY HATE--that their brotherhood was RUINED, because these two are so... important to me. I see myself and my sister in the Gemini Twins so much. To the point where it's so personal to me. Even after being manipulated and losing his brother, Aspros still held his little brother very close to his heart and lamented and regretted the fact that he will never get the chance to be the brother he should be. And Defteros... I can't explain why his loyalty and patience for Aspros affect me so much, but it does. It does in a way where it hits me more than just an emotional way. I guess that's because I see my sister in Defteros much more than I should.

I love the twins in such a profound way where I cannot find the right words for it. They obviously still love each other so much, even after all is said and done, and I think that is so important. Having that kind of unconditional love for your sibling is the most important thing in my opinion.

God, look at me, I'm crying over the Gemini twins again for like the 100th time oiwhfowef

♚ Cancer Manigoldo - So, Manigoldo... Honestly, I love him, too. But in a different way. When I see Manigoldo, I remember the private threads that a friend and I used to do on Skype, and I am frankly very enamored with him. But also because of that, I do not see him the same way as everyone else too. Besides, he makes up the second half of my OTP, so ofc I'm going to see him differently. Especially since I single ship!

♚ Leo Regulus - He's another one that I like a lot! Not only because he's adorable, but I also see him in a different way because I'm a single shipper, and I will never say aloud who I ship Regulus with. I won't say that he's a part of a different OTP (since I only have one OTP in all of Saint Seiya) but I do like Regulus a lot because of a friend's interpretation of him in Private threads a very long time ago.

Yeah, he might be kinda OP/Gary Sue, but he's not too hateful in my opinion. I wouldn't say he's the best TLC Saint, since my heart is stolen by the twins, but he's a very amiable character when interacting with the characters of the TLC verse, and I wish I can squish his cheeks one day!! He's so adorable! I will say though that he is impressive to replicate a Big Bang(?) by himself... I don't remember if it's the thing that really killed him, but... huh. To be that unafraid of death, I wouldn't be surprised if he has some sort of mental/personality disorder that made him... like that? Something undiagnosed? Hm... thoughts, thoughts.

♚ Virgo Asmita - Asmita is one of the gold saints that, I honestly, don't know about. It's different from how I feel about Hasgard. For Hasgard, I don't have an opinion for, but for Asmita, I just don't know. I love how Teshirogi drew his hands. Like damn, bruh, can we switch hands? We're both Virgo, and I think we can make it work out... /kicked

♚ Libra Dohko - LOL DOHKOOOO!! My sister's favorite. I feel like he's super impulsive in TLC. I haven't read his gaiden at all, so I can't say much about that, but I do like him! Like with Shion though, I feel like he should have had some sort of heavy Survivor's guilt in the end. I'm also insanely curious about what ability Defteros zonked on him to erase the memory of Athena's blood and cloth. I don't know if it's shown in Dohko's gaiden, but I would love to see how TLC Dohko came across and raised Shiryu.

♚ Scorpio Kardia - As a character, I adore him. He's charming, spontaneous, and, like Aspros, wants to live his life to the fullest. And his fullest means just having fun before his short life is ended. Krest might have made him practically immortal, but he's still suffering. However, Kardia also holds a lot of bad memories for me from days before, and his entire character serves as a painful, but a graceful reminder of who I was back then.

♚ Sagittarius Sisyphus - Honestly, I don't ever think he was qualified to be a candidate for the papal throne. He's so melodramatic. Yeah, he might treat everyone with kindness and all, but I feel like he doesn't have the knowledge part down. Let alone, he's a brawn brain! Bruh!! Shooting an arrow at "hades" is always a bad idea!! What made you-?!

Lmfao, if possible, I feel like he and Aspros should have dual-pope'd Sanctuary. One has the brains, but lacks compassion while the other has the compassion but is "shoot first, ask questions and think about that later".

♚ Capricorn El Cid - I... should love El Cid, but my mind goes blank a lot around him. He's impressive, I give you that, but I don't think I have an opinion on him. And I've read his gaiden in Spanish a LONG time ago, so I'm not going to pretend that I know him enough to talk about him.

♚ Aquarius Degel - hm... I think he's cute. Especially in his gaiden, he's really cute.

♚ Pieces Agatha -

#anoymous #OutofGeminga #As you can tell I word vomited about the gemini twins #also that last one is intentional. You will not get anything more or less.

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owlheartt · 3 years

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What's da best thing about Switzerland?

I dont know, but da flag is a big plus

Did you hear bout da mathematician who's afraid of negative numbers?

He'll stop at nothin ta avoid em

Why do we tell actors ta break a leg?

Cause dey're in a cast

What kinda exercise do lazy peeps do?

Diddly squats

Why should da number 288 never be mentioned?

It's two gross

What did da 0 say ta da 8?

Nice belt

What do ya call a pony with a cough?

A little horse

What do ya call a magic dog?

A labracadabrador

What's brown and sticky?

A stick

Why did da frog take da bus ta work?

Deir car got toad away

Did ya hear bout da guy who got his left arm and leg cut off?

Dont worry, he's all right now

Did ya hear bout da Italian chef dat died?

He pasta way

Yesterday I saw a guy spill scrabble letters on da road

I asked what da word on da street is

Did ya hear bout da actor who fell through da floorboards?

He was just goin through a stage

What do ya call a belt with a clock on it?

A waist of time

What season is it when ya're on a trampoline?

Spring

Where did da computer go ta dance?

A disk-o

What lights up a soccer stadium?

A soccer match

I could tell ya a joke bou infinity, but it has no end

Why didn't my bike work?

Because it was two tired

Did ya hear da two talkin pieces of bread?

Dey gave me a miGrain

What did one ocean say ta da other?

Nothin, it just waved

Did ya sea what I did dere? I'm bot shore if you'll like da rest of my puns, but what da shell, why not

What does a baby computer call its dad?

Data

I got a job as an elevator mechanic. I'm not complainin, it has its ups and downs.

Sorry i didn't mean ta push ya buttons, but ghosts do like em, it seems ta lift deir spirits

Now, onta my brain collection of skeleton puns, I know a few rib ticklers, in fact, I know a skele-ton

What's da coolest part of a skeleton?

Da hip

When does da skeleton laugh?

Cause somebruhne tickled deir funny bone

Why didn't da skeleton go ta da dance?

He had no-body ta go with

What do ya call a fake skeleton?

A phony ba-boney

Why did da skeleton quit bein a surgeon?

His heart wasn't in it

Why did da skeleton bail?

Dey didnt have da guts

What do skeletons hate bout water?

Nothin, it goes right through em

Why are graveyards so noisy?

Cause dey're all coffin

What do skeletons call with?

A telebone

What's a skeletons' favourite food?

A T-bone steak

What do ya call da skeletons who work

A skeleton crew

What did da biker skeleton say?

I'm bad ta da bone

A skeleton stood by a fire too long, now hes bone dry

What do ya call a skeleton snake?

A rattler

A dog ran off with a skeletons' leg.

Ya could say dey didnt leave em with a leg ta stand on

What do ya do when ya see a skeleton runnin across da road?

Ya jump outta ya skin and join em

Bruh, dese jokes aren't very humorous, but hey, I'm workin myself down ta da bone ta remember dem all.

HOLY SHIT THAT WAS A LOT OF PUNS

I love it

#imma try and go to sleep now #goodnight loves #I’ll see all you precious babes tomorrow

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certifiedpotatotrash · 5 years

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Souffle stating facts and ONLY FACTS

Bruh, Opera Cake is a fine and handsome boi and is wrecking my bias list loooool

Also my head is spinning like dem the event is confusing af

#food fantasy #food fantasy game #ff souffle #ff opera cake #food fantasy event #requiem of time #oh yeah I haven’t posted my bias list in ff #maybe I’ll post it in the future lol

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psychodelic-insomnomaniac · 5 years

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So, I’d been been wondering what exactly made your fic so special to me. My AO3 history is literally over 250 pages long. I’ve read a LOT of fics, but never one that has me THIS hooked. Only just now (At 1am) has it finally hit me. Every different POV in DEM feels like it’s own story. Every chapter has so much to unpack in it, and I ADORE that. The amount of times I’ve reread this fic borders on obsessive. (Specifically chapter 3.) Anyway, what inspired you to write DEM in multiple POVS?

Bruh I am crying this is so nice thank you!!

The reason I write in different POVs is because I like to Know things. Characters are always what I care the most about in any given setting. Characters are basically why I write. I’m not great at plot, but boy do I love developing characters. That’s probably why I like DND so much.

Every time I consume a piece of media, I want to know what’s going on in the characters’s heads. I want to see different perspectives. I want to know how one person’s perspective leads to them perceiving a situation entirely differently than the person standing right next to them. A fundamental fact of the world is that everyone experiences it in their own, unique way, and I want to know all of it. I am a massively nosy little bastard.

So yeah, that’s basically what it is: an obsession with the characters. I’m glad it’s gone over well- I worried about it seeming unnecessary and repetitive, but I couldn’t resist.

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dolphin-enthusiast · 5 years

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Kira 🤝 diavolo Incels

Dem facts bruh

#they gon get za y e e t #the confessional

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uzumaki-rebellion · 5 years

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“Wet Sugar” [Part 3 of 30]

Summary: Erik spends a night out on the town with Klaue’s men but returns to the compound to face some discord with Yani...

Mature audience only. NSFW.

Welcome to new folks coming aboard the party train! What it do to the folks who’ve been hanging with me for a minute! Next update coming in the next few days. Comic-Con is happening and I have some Afrofuturism stuff to do in town, so spending this time getting Part 4 together. Shout out to anyone in Chicago going to WakandaCon! Show out!

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"Can't do without you for sure Amount a place I and I explore Still nuh find nobody else I adore Dem cyaan stop we, yeah Yuh love a sumn wah mi have to protect You are my balance and my ease to mi stress Your vibration never fail me yet Wull on pon me, yea…"

Jada Kingdom - "Wull On"

The bartender in front of Erik was quite generous with the hard liquor inside the mixed drinks she prepared for Klaue's men.

The large glass in Erik's hand was called a Voodoo Hurricane filled with three types of Cruzan rum, pineapple juice, and grenadine syrup. The ash-blonde white woman tending the bar gave it to Erik to try for free when he didn't like the last drink that she mixed for him. Polk, Huntsman, and three other of Klaue's men, two white Zambian born men named Beatty and Gertz, and another Black American named Shipley, sat at the bar with him slinging back shots and loud banter.

The upscale pool bar they sat in was part of a Marriott five-star hotel chain on Frenchman's Reef, a good ten-minute drive from the compound. A mostly white crowd mixed and mingled around them, and Erik saw right away why the men wanted to come here. Lots of Barbie doll looking jump-offs that were there for a good time and were not shy soliciting it. Several times he and Shipley, in particular, had been approached and chatted up.

Erik caught Polk side-eying him and Shipley. All three of them were the only Black men on Klaue's team, and although Polk was attractive, more muscular and taller than Erik and Shipley, his mack game was lacking. He sat at the bar just thinking a tight ass muscle shirt and expensive jewelry around his neck and finger was enough to attract and keep women. He lacked the verbal finesse to keep the women interested, overtalking and butting in whenever anyone else had a thought to share. He tried too fucking hard to be the "it" guy among them.

That shit always irritated Erik when he hung out with other men. Niggas couldn't stay in their lane and always overcompensated when they felt they were lacking. The nigga was cringy as fuck.

Shipley was more adept at chopping it up and making the ladies feel comfortable, but dude was a colorist and ignored the non-white darker women hanging around them. Erik did his best to mind his business and enjoy being out for a change, even tolerating the bullshit music the pool D.J. was playing.

The few Black women that did roll up to say hello were jaw jacking Beatty who looked like a basement rate Captain America. He looked no different than any Cali white boy Erik knew back home, but his baby blues and neat haircut made him attractive to them. The fact that his hair was cut exactly like Steve Rogers was the only real game he had, along with the teal silky pec-clinging shirt he wore. And what did he care if some Black women wanted to get that basic vanilla substitute?

The Voodoo Hurricane was pretty good and he ordered another much to the delight of the bartender who seemed intimidated by his judgment of the first bad drink she suggested.

Another group of women entered the infinity pool area, and two of them were Black and not staring at Beatty. They were checking for him. Little furtive glances his way as they eased past the vista view of the ocean, their spring dresses billowing in the soft breeze.

Erik allowed his eye to wander over them both, and the drink coursing through his body warmed up thoughts of fucking later on. He was on the prowl.

The women he eyed made their round of the pool and went to stand near the edge of a lounge area filled with plush seats. Shipley noticed the women Erik was watching.

"That looks like a boss crew," Shipley said.

"Co-sign," Erik said.

Shipley made comments on each woman like he was going down a shopping list.

"That one in the white, she would be a keeper, but…" Shipley sucked in a breath.

"But what?" Erik asked sipping his drink.

"She got a little too much in the trunk, bruh."

"Nigga, is you on crack? You can't ever have too much ass," Erik corrected, rolling his eyes.

"I heard that!" Polk said, trying to wedge himself into their conversation.

Shipley didn't even make a note on the darker-skinned black woman standing next to the lighter-skinned woman they were peeping.

"The girl in the green is more your body-type," Erik said, wanting to see what this dude would say about her, "She got that good smooth skin, and that thigh gap shit you like, player," he said.

Shipley's nose crinkled.

"She aight…"

"Aight? You buggin'," Erik said.

"That's a dime piece for sure," Polk said.

"If you say so," Shipley said looking away from her.

Polk gave Erik a look, and Erik smirked.

"You don't like the sistas?" Polk asked.

Shipley gave out an exasperated sigh as if he'd had this conversation before.

"I like Black women," Shipley said.

"What's wrong with that one then?"

Polk was pushing him, giving Erik his own sly smile because they both wanted to hear Shipley say it with his chest.

"Nothing," Shipley said.

"Nothin'? She the finest one out the bunch," Erik said.

"I said she was aight," Shipley said.

"I'm going in fellas, wish me luck," Beatty said as he picked up a whiskey sour and meandered over to the new women.

"Hold on, I'm coming over too," Polk said.

Erik watched them leave and his eye caught Klaue walking in with a forty-ish looking white woman with loose sienna hair. Wearing a light linen suit with his hair freshly trimmed, Klaue actually looked pretty decent stepping out.

"Gentlemen," Klaue said as he joined them at the bar.

Erik and the other men raised their glasses to him.

"Amy, these are some of my associates," Klaue said as he swung his arm around Amy's waist. Erik nodded at her as Klaue gave her their names.

"Seems really active tonight. I know a couple of cruise ships pulled in," Klaue said while eyeballing other women.

Huntsman was getting a little more blitzed than everyone else, a never-ending parade of shot glasses going down his gullet.

"Whoa, the night is still young Huntsman," Klaue said. The tone of his voice let Erik and Huntsman know that Klaue wasn't pleased with how he was looking at that moment.

"I'm good, Boss," Huntsman said.

"Let's keep it that way, shall we?" Klaue said slapping Huntsman on his back that was an obvious warning.

Klaue glanced at Erik.

"Yo, Huntsman, let's go for a walk buddy. Check out the scene a little more," Erik said.

He was glad that he shot an email to Tahir to get him to the island. With some behind the scenes maneuvering, Erik believed he might be able to get some strings pulled to have Tahir get into Africa not by plane, but by boat.

Huntsman grumbled about leaving the bar, but the look in Klaue's eyes must've made him reconsider giving lip.

Erik led Huntsman around the pool to get a closer look at some of the cruise ships that had docked in the distance.

"What's it like being the golden boy?" Huntsman asked.

"Golden boy?" Erik said.

"Klaue's new errand boy. I know you're assigned to keep me in line. That used to be my job."

"Well then get your shit together before you get replaced," Erik said keeping it one hundred.

"Replaced? I've been with Klaue for a long time—"

"Then you oughta know how to act. Out here being sloppy—"

Huntsman stepped close to him, his chest bumping Erik's as an angry sneer creased his lips.

"Kaffir—"

"I got your nigga right here," Erik hissed, his lips curling up as he shoved his chest back into Huntsman's.

"Hi."

Erik and Hunstman both turned to see the attractive black woman that Shipley dismissed. Up close she was even prettier, her make-up using gold tint to highlight the richness of her melanin. Her big false eyelashes gave her face a glamorous look like she had spent a whole day getting ready to flaunt her beauty.

"Your friends over there were heading into the hotel restaurant to share some appetizers and drinks and asked me to let you know," she said.

Erik's eyes darted over her head and he saw Polk and Shipley waving them over with the other five women standing with them.

"Sounds like a plan," Erik said. He slapped his hand on Huntsman's shoulder, "What do you say, Buddy?"

Erik gave the man a look to let him know he didn't have a choice. Huntsman smiled at the woman.

"I think I'm a lucky man to see such a lovely woman come gather us," Huntsman said. He held out his arm for her. The woman looked at Erik, a slight tinge of disappointment sliding across her face.

"Sheryl, come on, there's a table ready for us."

A thin white brunette came over and grabbed Sheryl's hand.

"Are you guys coming?" The brunette asked.

Erik blocked Huntsman as he stepped in front of Sheryl.

"The more the merrier," Erik said.

Sheryl smiled and Erik followed the two women. He could hear Huntsman grumbling and catching up to them from behind.

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Erik pretended to be engaged with the impromptu gathering inside the hotel restaurant. He sat near Huntsman to keep an eye on him and Klaue seemed to be pleased that the man had calmed down on drinking, sipping ginger ale and water instead. The women seemed thrilled to be around the dullest men Erik ever had the displeasure of suffering drinks and food with. The one thing that kept Erik from going bonkers was that he would get to spend more time with Klaue alone the next day to lay out more groundwork for Angola. They would start planning after lunch and Erik would begin the patient task of teasing out information about Klaue that he could use to keep the man by his side.

One of the servers covering their large group came over to take fresh drink orders. Erik asked for bourbon on the rocks, but after the server left, he changed his mind. He left the table and went to the restaurant bar to catch the slender Black woman with the thin microbraids who took his drink order.

"Excuse me, could I change my bourbon to a rum and coke?"

"Sure," the woman said.

"I'll take it here at the bar," Erik said, needing a break. He was bored and ready to leave. He could hear Klaue being the life of the party, and his woman Amy was laughing at everything he said. Checking out the space, the indoor crowd was full of middle-aged white wealthy tourists and a sprinkling of people of color.

"Here you go," The server said handing him his rum and coke. Her smile was charming and a sincere warmth emanated from her. He leaned in toward her.

"This ain't really my scene. When you go out to kick back and have fun, where do you go?" he asked.

The server leaned her arm on the bar as the bartender began to place her drink orders on her serving tray.

"Places to drink or dance?" she asked.

"Both."

"There's a couple of clubs near the port if you don't want to travel far. What kind of music do you like?"

"Black people," he said smiling at her.

She cracked up.

"Okay, I hear you."

"I know you have to work," he said pulling out his cell phone, "can I have your number and you text me some places?"

"Sure," she said giving him an accusatory look.

"Listen, I'm not trying to use this as a ploy to pick you up or nothin'. I see you have a ring on your finger, Ma."

The woman grinned.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Eva."

"Erik," he said holding out his hand for her to shake.

"I get off work in an hour and some of my friends working here with me are going to a spot you might like."

"I can catch a cab and follow you there," Erik said excited that the night was looking better.

"Tell you what, meet me in front of the hotel in an hour and we'll show you a good time."

She picked up her tray of drinks.

"See you in an hour, Eva."

Erik watched her walk over to their table as Sheryl approached him with one of her friends, an Asian woman named Michelle who had playful eyes and a bubbly personality.

"Running away from us?" Sheryl said.

"Actually, I am going to bounce in a bit," he said.

"Where to?" Michelle asked.

Shit, how to leave without getting anchored to them…

"Meeting up with some folks I made plans with earlier," he said.

"Ah, too bad, we were going to go hang out in town," Sheryl said.

"Yeah, too bad," he said taking a big swig of his rum and coke.

The bar was filling up and the restaurant was catching the final late-night crowd. Erik strolled over to the hotel registration desk and reserved a room. One of Klaue's compound rules was no outside people coming into their world. If the guys wanted to have a little nookie action, they had to keep it outside. Erik decided to be preemptive so it wouldn't be obvious if he did hook up with someone. He texted Klaue to let him know he was leaving.

True to her word Eva and three of her co-workers met him out front. She and her friends were dressed up for dancing. Introductions were given and when Eva's fourth friend showed up with a car, Erik flagged down a cab to follow them.

The spot they were going to wasn't far and Erik waited for them in front of the club while they parked. He went through their names in his head so he wouldn't mix them up, and when they saw him waiting for them, he saw Eva nudge one of her friend's shoulders and the other woman had a shy grin on her face as her eyes snuck glances at him. The bass was already rattling the windows of the place and when Erik followed them inside, he felt right at home. He ordered the women drinks and they grabbed some open seating which was easy because the dance floor was packed.

"You wasn't lying," Erik said very loud so Eva could hear him.

He spent time talking to them all before he was ready to get on the floor. He asked the woman who kept sneaking peeks at him to dance, and he saw a big grin spread on Eva's face.

The woman, Bernadette was cute and gregarious and Erik had fun dancing with her even though it was hard to really groove with so many people around them. They must've hit the Hip Hop segment of the music because the beats kept banging hardcore.

Erik rolled up the sleeves of his thin cotton shirt and Bernadette's eyes grew big when she saw his scars. There was the momentary look of disgust that some people gave him, but then she saw the uniformity of the markings were even on both arms. Her eyes sought his, and he just smiled at her. His eyes flitted around the room and he caught the attention of another woman who was scoping him hard as she rocked her body against a thin brotha with locs longer than Erik's. Her eyes dragged up and down his body. The keloids didn't even make her blink.

The music segued into dancehall and the woman left the guy she was grinding on and walked past Erik. She let her arm brush against his back and he chuckled, but he kept dancing with Bernadette who now didn't appear to care about his scars as she wound her hips and turned around. She tossed her ass back on him and he kept a polite distance between them.

Eva and the rest of her friends joined them and he left them to go to the bar after a few songs played.

He asked for bottled water to keep his head clear and watched the crowd for a moment. The place was full of baddies, and Erik spent time admiring all the shapes and sizes and colors. The music was not for amateurs and he found his hips rocking and his feet lifting in time to the big sounds vibrating his body.

Ninety minutes in, he spotted the woman who needed to be with him. He had noticed her after he went to the restroom, and after sharing another round of drinks with Eva and company.

Tall, thick black locs pulled into a high pigtail that cascaded down her back, her dark brown skin shimmered with sweat and good health. Her thin orange halter top covered tangerine-sized breasts. Her top half was runway model, but that bottom half was hood booty. There was something regal about her that caught his attention. Her whole demeanor screamed Queen and royal badness.

Fuck it.

He sauntered over and asked her to dance.

Her name was Isis and her fingers had no problem trailing up his arms, feeling his scars before she was rubbing her hands on the wide planes of his chest and wrapping her fingers around the nape of his neck. He held three fingers on her waist as an old school lovers rock thumped around them.

They were stuck together the rest of the night, and she had no problem hopping into a cab with him and returning to the Marriott.

He had plenty of condoms on him, and after they showered together and he had her on top of him between the cool sheets of the hotel bed, he realized that being regal on the dance floor didn't always translate to regal sex. She rode his dick like she was trying to film a low-budget porno. It would almost be comical if it weren't for the fact that he was really trying to have good sex.

"Slow down, baby," he whispered as she bounced on him like she was the energizer bunny.

"You're fucking me so good!" she cried out, and he knew this was a lie because he was barely moving because she was so busy trying to do him instead of just being in the moment with him. When he was younger, he was into fucking hard and fast all the time and switching positions constantly, but his grown ass knew how to give the real deal now, and this woman was doing too much for no damn reason.

"Isis, Ma…take your time. We have all night."

He sat up and gripped her shoulders forcing her to stop moving.

"Let me enjoy you, baby," he said circling his hips slowly and thrusting up in unexpected intervals.

His full lips took time to suckle and kiss each small breast, his tongue licking her nipples and his teeth grazing them to make her feel instead of just doing.

"Look how beautiful you are," he whispered to her, raising her up and down by her hips. Her eyes watched his and he saw the internal shift taking over within her. She started wiggling on him again, but this time with intentional moves that were done to help her receive pleasure from him.

"That's it…yeah…just like that…give me that pretty pussy…"

She groaned and her head dropped foreword. When she bounced on him now, it was so much better. He felt his dick sliding up into her easier, his condom slick with fresh wetness from her. Her body was getting in tune with his. Finally.

He made Isis cum twice before he took her from behind finding much-needed release as he filled up the condom, happy to not work out his hand for a change. Isis curled up on him after he disposed of the condom, and he thought of having another tryst, but the passion just wasn't there for him. He wanted to leave and go back to the compound, but he also didn't feel like getting dressed and leaving at three in the morning looking for a cab.

He spent the rest of the early morning listening to Isis breathe on his chest, and when the sun rose, he gave her cab money to return home. She wanted them to have breakfast in the restaurant together, but he told her he had to do a conference call within the hour. They went through the motions of exchanging cell numbers, but the moment she left, he deleted her contact info and went back to sleep.

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Jamie the compound guard opened the front gate and allowed Kendall and the rest of the three-man gardening crew to drive in.

Yani stood near Jamie waiting to give detailed instructions to her cousin and his co-workers. Klaue was very particular about what he wanted to be done, and she wanted to make sure her cousin stayed within the lines. They were still on a trial basis with the man ever since he fired his last gardener for uprooting some prized yellow cedar and passion fruit flowers that he wanted to grow randomly around the compound. Klaue had a need to have the wild and cultivated plant life side by side.

"Hold up, Kendall," Yani said, stopping him from driving over to the garage.

"Kendall!"

Yani looked over her shoulder and saw Klaue walking up from the front house entrance.

"Hello, Mr. Klaue," Kendall called out.

Yani felt a little nervous watching the man approach them. He wore khaki shorts and a yellow polo shirt, his hair slicked back from being in the shower.

"Did you do something?" Yani hissed under her breath and Kendall shook his head. The other two gardeners shook their heads too.

"Hi, guys. Listen, do you think it would be possible to transplant some pencil bush over to the lower house, like right near the grand window?"

Relieved that nothing had happened to jeopardize their Aunt's reputation for recommending Kendall and crew, Yani backed away from the truck and noticed Erik walking through the front gate. Dark shades covered his eyes and his clothes looked a bit rumpled. His locs were pulled back by a dark hair tie.

"Look what the cat dragged in!" Klaue chuckled.

Kendall drove the truck past them and Yani hung back to be nosey. She didn't see Erik at breakfast when she arrived that morning so she assumed he had slept in. But when the men showed up like this, it only meant one thing: they had been out all night.

Yani wondered what type of woman he would pick up after two days of being on the island. Some fellow tourist, or a local? She knew she should probably get back to the kitchen to help Leona finish chopping food for dinner and organizing the shopping they needed to do to get ready for the rest of the men that were due to arrive in a few days, but Erik took off his sunglasses and the sly look in his eye when he smiled at Klaue made her stay there. Why did his walk of shame look so shameless?

"So none of those beauties we were with last night were good enough for you?" Klaue asked.

"I just needed to get out for a minute."

"Where'd you end up going?"

"A place over in West Charlotte Amalie…Rush…"

Yani felt her lips part when he said that. Rush was the spot for locals. Her people in particular. How did he find it?

"Miss Leona has some lunch saved for you. We can meet up at my place at two. The rest of the guys went snorkeling in Megan's Bay, so we will be able to speak privately….Yani…"

Klaue turned his gaze on her and Yani felt very self-conscious when Erik regarded her too.

"Yes, Mr. Klaue," she said straightening her back, wishing she had fixed the cuff of her red track pants or at least ironed a t-shirt instead of just grabbing the clean one folded over the balcony to dry at her Aunt's apartment.

Klaue stepped closer to her.

"I saw on the gate surveillance streams that you had your baby here the other day. I know I have made myself clear about having outsiders on site. Correct?"

Yani felt her cheeks flame with embarrassment.

"Yes, Mr. Klaue. I had a family emergency. Won't happen again."

"Good. Killmonger. Two."

Klaue left them standing there. She wanted to run into the kitchen and hide, her eyes couldn't even look Erik in his face. He only slipped his shades back on and walked past her, not even speaking.

She trailed behind him into the front house and he ended up going to where she was headed. The kitchen. Leona wore disposable food prep gloves while slicing up bell peppers and cucumbers near the garbage disposal. She stopped cutting when she saw Erik's face and a smile beamed from her.

"Mr. Killmonger, I have a sandwich and fruit salad saved for you."

Yani watched her Aunt head to the refrigerator.

"I can get it Miss Leona, don't let me interrupt you," he said washing his hands in the sink and then opening the fridge door. He pulled out a turkey on croissant plate and a small bowl of mixed fruit. He grabbed a soda and sat at the kitchen table. Yani washed her hands then slipped on gloves herself.

"Mr. Killmonger, go enjoy your meal out on the patio. We're going to be cutting up onions soon. You don't want to be crying in here with us," Leona said.

"I'm good. Don't mind me, cut away."

Leona smiled again and Yani rolled her eyes at her Aunt. She grabbed a clean cutting board along with several red onions and moved to the far end of the kitchen counter where a small cutting table stood.

"Seems like everyone had a good time last night," Leona said.

Yani stared at her Aunt. She normally ignored the men while she worked, keeping her interactions simple. It was an unwritten rule. Better to know very little in case some shit went down. There had been men here before that scared Yani, and her Aunt taught her how to maneuver the compound by being silent most of the time and rarely seen.

But here she was chatting up Erik like he was one of her nephews at their apartment.

"It was okay. I left to hang out at this club—"

"Yani knows the best places to go—"

"Auntie!" Yani snapped.

Leona glanced over at her.

"For true!" Leona said.

Yani felt Erik's eyes on her and she tried to use better concentration while cutting up the onions.

"I went to a place called 'Rush'. You know it?"

"Serious? My nephew Kendall performs there this weekend. Yani used to sing there when she had—"

"Let the man eat, Auntie," Yani said without looking up from the cutting board. She quickly grabbed a piece of bread from the kitchen bread box and stuck a big piece between her lips to absorb the fumes of the onions before her eyes watered.

"My Great-grandmother used to do that," Erik said.

"Oh yeah?" Leona said her eyes darting Yani's way.

"I don't know if it actually works all that well, but my Nana swore by it. I do it when I cook sometimes."

"You cook? Really?" Leona said.

"Yeah. My Nana was pure D Geechee so I grew up in her kitchen…working, not just eatin'."

Leona tittered and tossed her chopped cucumbers into a large mixing bowl. She rinsed her gloves and cutting board, then started in on some white onions.

"What's your favorite thing to cook?" Leona asked.

"I make a mean okra stew."

"Serious?"

"Yeah. Whip that up with some red rice and a good trout fish…hmmmm…some good eats."

"You like okra? Then you'll like how I cook okra. I'll make you some with stewed oxtail—"

"Auntie," Yani said after pulling the bread from her mouth. She was annoyed with the two of them. She just wanted the serene quiet that working in the kitchen normally gave her, the repetitive motion of slicing and dicing relaxing to her. The kitchen was her respite and these two were disturbing her peace.

"Can yuh nuh cut and nuh interrupt mi gyal…"

Leona gave a tongue-lashing that made Yani suck her lips.

"Maybe I should cut everything up myself and you can sit and have a cup of tea with him—"

"Don't talk to your Aunt like that. It's disrespectful," Erik said.

Yani stared at him.

"You not my father," she said enunciating clearly so he wouldn't lose the meaning in her heavy patois.

"Yani!"

Yani's eyes snapped to attention when she heard the shrillness in Leona's voice.

"Mr. Killmonger, please excuse my niece—"

"I'll excuse myself," Yani said pulling off her gloves and tossing them in the trash can. She cleared her cutting board and put the onions in the fridge. Her eyes swept over to Erik, and the glare on his face gave her pause.

Leona kept cutting her vegetables and stayed quiet.

Erik stood up, lifting his plate. He cocked his head to the side, and an eyebrow over his left eye arched up. He looked a little heated.

Yani made a small moan of annoyance in her throat, then sucked her teeth and padded over to Leona.

She kissed her Aunt's cheek.

"Mi no mean nothin', Auntie. No disrespect."

"I know," Leona said kissing Yani's cheek back.

"I'm going to call Twyla, check on Sydette."

Leona took her bowls of cut veggies and placed them in the fridge. Yani stepped near Erik.

"Yah get too comfortable, Killmonger," she said brushing past him.

She didn't like the smirk on his lips or how they teased up his dimples.

"You don't get to call me that. I told you what my name was."

"Asshole?"

His full lips displayed their abundance when he smiled at her. His big white teeth and those gold slugs were the better to chew her up with if he chose to go full wolf on her. They were intimidating but underneath that intimidation was something darker and more sinister that was bubbling up when he put that rough tone in his voice to tell her what to do. He wasn't one to test. He brought his face closer to hers so her Aunt couldn't hear him.

"Watch your mouth, girl. I'll have you calling me Daddy if you keep it up."

The moment the words left his mouth, she felt her milk let down, the sudden warmth and tingling in her breasts catching her off guard, and her hands clutched at her nipples too late, the heavy leaking staining the front of her t-shirt.

Erik's eyes shot down to look at her fingers. Two large and growing spots wet her fingers and she pushed past him, running out of the house through the back patio door, scrambling down the side steps that led to Leona's compound apartment underneath.

She was mortified that Erik saw what happened.

She yanked off her t-shirt and bra, rinsing them off in the bathroom sink and then tossing them into the apartment clothes dryer. Topless and still leaking, she grabbed her breast pump on the tiny kitchen table and Sydette's baby bottles. She cleaned the apparatus and her breasts quickly then sat on the couch and allowed the machine to relieve her milk flow.

She didn't think she could face Erik again.

Her tits were going haywire around him, and he was pushing buttons in her. He irritated her, and when he told her that he would make her call him Daddy…she believed him. She knew the type of men Klaue employed. What made Erik more dangerous than most was that he was beguiling. He didn't have to say or do much to let one know that he should be obeyed. All it took was one eyebrow to lift and his neck to tilt and she was scampering over to her Aunt to make nice quick- quick. Triple quick.

She spent only twenty minutes pumping both breasts and filling up the bottles. She put the bottles in the fridge and cleaned the pump and her chest. Her bra and t-shirt were dry, and after she put them on, she could hear her cousin Kendall calling for her.

She opened the apartment door and Kendall stood there with his garden goggles on, his gloved hands gripping a rake.

"Come get Jerome," Kendall said.

Yani followed him to the middle house where another gardener stood with a hedge clipper down below the pool. Jerome was wedged between a hedge and a row of passion fruit flowers where the men needed to work.

"He won't move," Kendall said resting his weight on the rake.

"He won't even let us work around him," said J.B. who was so ready to clip and move onto the next house.

"Jerome. You know better. Come from there," she said clapping her hands at him.

The iguana turned his head away from her.

"Tuh? That's how you treat me? Your big sister? Jerome!"

He ignored her.

Yani walked past him and grabbed a few leaves from his favorite tree. She crumpled them in her hand and pretended to nibble them, moving further away from where he was.

"I have these delicious leaves all to myself. You want some, Jerome?"

His head turned in her direction slightly and he took a step forward.

"They are so good," she said, pressing the leaves near her mouth.

He still wouldn't leave his spot. Her voice probably didn't sound pleasant to him, probably still tinged with irritation over Erik. She whistled a little tune for him and he scrambled over to her. She fed him the leaves.

"Thank you, Yani!" Kendall called.

"No problem," she called back. She looked above the hedge wall and saw Erik looking down at her from the pool area. He watched her feed Jerome and the look he was giving her made her feel weird.

"Yani, can I talk to you for a minute?" Erik called to her.

No.

That's what she wanted to say. Her cousin Kendall and J.B. glanced over at her.

She didn't want to be near him again. He'd been throwing her off balance since he got there. Stole her water. He'd seen her naked. Saw her boss scold her. Ruined the tranquility of the kitchen. Witnessed her milk soak her clothes. She wanted him to go away.

"Yani, c'mere girl."

Kendall's eyes grew wide at the tone in Erik's voice. He stopped raking the leaves and watched her. She let some of the leaves in her hand drop down for Jerome and she walked back over to the steps that led up to the pool.

Erik had cleaned up and changed clothes. His locs were loose around his head again. His sleeveless white mesh shirt looked comfortable on him with the basketball shorts he sported.

They were alone up in the pool area, but she knew Kendall and J.B. were down below trying to listen. She guided Erik away from the wall and over to the patio furniture.

"I don't want us to start off on the wrong foot with each other," he said. His voice was gentle and she felt comfortable looking him in the eye.

"Me neither," she said.

"I've been crowding your personal space. You seem like the type that likes to be alone, or not around a lot of noise, and I just stepped on your toes with that. I'm usually pretty good at reading people's comfort levels, and I've been ignoring yours. I want to start over. So…peace treaty?"

"I guess," she said.

"Don't guess. I'm going to be here for a while, so I want to get along with you."

"I don't usually interact with the men here."

"I get it, but when we have to, I want us to be cool. Understand?"

"Yeah."

He walked back over to the pool wall and looked over.

"Does Jerome always come to you like that? When you whistle?"

"Yeah."

"It sounds cool when you do it. You add vibrato to it, and a little wobble in there too."

"Yeah."

"I'm into sound, so I notice stuff like that."

"Oh."

"Can you whistle from here and make him come over?"

Yani walked over to the wall and stood next to Erik. They could see Jerome on the grass below still chewing on the leaves she left for him.

Yani puckered her lips and whistled a melody she made up for Jerome when he was a baby, the one that always got him excited and let him know that she was nearby. Jerome stopped eating and lifted his head in the direction of her voice and scuttled over to the wall trying to find her. She made the pitch higher and he looked up, shocking Erik when he scrambled straight up the wall and onto the ledge where they were.

"Okay nigga, damn!" Erik shouted at Jerome.

Yani doubled over with laughter when she saw how fast Erik leaped back from the wall and jumped behind her while grabbing her arms and pushing her toward the iguana for protection. She laughed so hard her stomach muscles began to hurt. She wiped tears from her eyes and they could hear Kendall and J.B. cracking up too.

"I wasn't expecting him to fly over here like that! You should've warned me that this nigga ran track!"

Yani's hand reached out and grabbed Erik's arm while she cackled at his expression even more. When she looked over at Jerome, he stared at both of them and it sent Yani into another fit of laughter. It was the smooth feel of the keloids on his arm that brought her down from her giggle fest.

Erik's body felt warm and she was tempted to run her fingers across the length of his wrist and bicep to see what skin like braille felt like. Could she read an extraordinary story across his chest and back? She released his arm wondering what skin-to-skin contact with those keloids would feel like. Would it feel rough after a time? Did the woman he surely slept with the night before rub her body across his chest? What did it feel like to spoon with him and feel those lumpy scars pressed into one's back? Were they sensitive? Did they itch? If she licked her tongue across a row of them, would they irritate or tickle him?

"I better get back to the kitchen," she said.

He nodded his head but she didn't move. She could hear Kendall and J.B. shuffling down to Klaue's main house. She turned to look at Jerome. Erik was still flighty around him. She had a leaf in her hand. She gave it to Erik.

"Give it to him, he likes being fed by hand," she said.

Erik took the leaf and stood next to her.

"I better not lose a finger…" Erik warned.

He held out the leaf and Jerome's mouth opened wide, his sticky tongue was a brilliant pink. He lunged forward and snapped the leaf out of Erik's hand.

"Oh!" Erik shouted, jumping behind Yani again, his hands gripping her shoulders shoving her forward again. What a wuss.

Jerome scampered back down the wall.

"Is he gone for real?"

"Yeah."

"Don't be saying that and he jumps back up here again."

"Lookie, he's heading over to the trees."

Erik still held her shoulders in a vice grip and his head leaned over her to check for any lying on her part.

"Gone," she said.

"You really are a Dr. Doolittle with him."

His warm breath was in her ear and her body tensed up when she felt a tiny tickle of his scruffy beard on her cheek.

"Mmmphh…" she sighed closing her eyes, her teeth nipping into the side of her bottom lip.

"What's wrong?"

The dulcet sounds of his voice coming from his throat vibrated in her ear and went straight to her chest. She exhaled loudly; the sides of her chest were so aware of his fingers grazing the outside fullness of her breasts. She swallowed hard and stepped backward instead of forward like she meant to and she felt her back press into him. Her fingers slid up her stomach and before she could cover her nipples through her shirt, he could already see what was happening…again.

"Don't cover yourself. I wanna see," he said, and she felt the sensuous pulse of arousal unravel her sense of embarrassment. She let her fingers and hands fall away from her chest.

"Does this happen a lot?" His voice was low, almost a pure growling in her ear.

"Sometimes…a lot more lately," she gasped feeling woozy.

"Does it hurt?"

They both watched her shirt darken, her milk ducts saturating the cotton, the leaking feeling more like a slow trickling the more he spoke to her.

"No."

Her shirt was sticking to her pebbled upturned nipples. It probably wouldn't have been so noticeable, but since she had Sydette, her tips were so much larger than their already big size.

"Damn," he muttered, "can I touch you?"

"I have a boyfriend," she uttered with a paucity of believability in her tone. His soft breath chuckled. He knew she was lying. Truth was, she was dating someone, but they weren't anything official yet, and Chez was still kind of around scaring away potential suitors, but right now, Erik's hands on her shoulders had her tuned up full throttle…

"You don't have to lie, Yani. If you don't want me to touch you, just say so."

She felt her hips winding on their own.

"Yeah…."

"Yeah what?"

"You can touch me."

His fingers slid from the sides of her breasts and lifted them up to feel the heft and weight. Once he started plucking at the wet material and pinching her tips, her hips automatically thrust back and she could feel the outline of his dick pushing back on the crack of her ass.

"Damn, girl," he uttered again. His hands slipped under her shirt and squeezed her fullness. She could feel her nipples weeping over his fingers. He squeezed harder and he pushed his hips into her backside. His dick had grown so much bigger.

His beard was pressed against her temple and his voice was straining to remain cool and calm.

Lifting her shirt up he groaned with the pain of lust as he took in the sight of milk streaming from her nipples.

"You feel me," he whispered, the groan in his throat cut off when she rocked back into him.

She couldn't believe what they were doing. So out in the open. No one was there to watch them; they weren't within view of security cameras. It felt so illicit to be with him, a complete stranger to her, a man who riled up her work life. Now he was playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples, and making her baby’s milk dance in reckless drizzles down her chest.

"Erik…" she whispered, feeling her thighs rub together, knowing her panties were wedged into her folds from her squirming.

"Does this make your pussy wet?"

Her hands shot up to hold his wrists as he plucked and pulled her sensitive tips.

"Fuck it," he croaked.

He spun her around and let his left hand hold up her right breast, while his right hand released his thick erection.

When Yani saw his dick, she thought he was going to fuck her right there, and in her reckless state she would've gone along with him even as she wondered how all of that went into a woman.

But he stroked himself, the pretty darker brown hue of his erection heavy with thick veins. He could probably dagger a bitch to death with that thing.

"You got me so hard."

"Somebody might see us," she said with weak conviction. She didn't care who saw them. She was only now thinking of how this would end. How would they venture on after this was over? Would he treat her different?

"Ahhh, baby…" he grunted, squeezing her nipple and letting the dwindling lactation dribble onto the skin between his thumb and index finger.

Yani found herself squirming, squeezing her thighs together, trying to get friction onto her clit. Erik's eyes saw her hips and legs moving.

"Play with your pussy."

It was a demand.

Her left hand pulled the band of her track pants and panties out while her right hand burrowed deep into her apex.

"Hmmm," she groaned.

"I know your shit is so wet. Make yourself cum. I know you wanna cum, right?"

She nodded, feeling her eyes water from how slick she was down there.

"I wanna fuck you," he uttered under his breath as his eyes closed halfway, still focused on her wet breasts. When those words slipped his lips with such raw need, he gazed up at her face suddenly, and she knew he hadn't meant to say that out loud. He wasn't always in control of himself.

She liked that.

Liked it so much that she started cumming in her own hand, her eyes wet and blurry as she let her mouth fall open and a gurgling sound of pleasure flew from her lips.

"Oh…fuck...Yani…"

Erik's fist pumped his glans and she watched a long ribbon of pre-cum drip down onto the cement between their feet.

"You gon' make me nut right now…"

His hold on her breast tightened, and she kept her body still with her fingers still rubbing wide circles on her sated clit.

"You gon' make me nu-!"

His cum shot out, the heavy spurts hitting her breasts, stomach, and part of her arm. The thick milky semen dripped and mingled with the milk from her breasts painting her silky brown skin with zigzags of vivid dripping white fluid.

"Fffuckkkk!"

The gluttonous sound of his release caught her up in his frenzy, and a whine bubbled up from her throat as she watched the last of his semen spill from his tip.

Deep exhalations and inhalations moved his chest, his hand still circling her breast. His eyes stared at the mess he made on her co-mingling with what came out of her tender nipples. He fixed her bra cups and pulled down her shirt.

"Don't move," he gasped as he fixed his shorts. He walked over to a stack of pool towels on the patio table and grabbed one. He brought it back to her.

"You have a change of shirts here? I can give you one of mine if you don't have anything to change into."

"I have some extra shirts in the apartment," she whispered, still feeling light-headed from his touch.

"Okay, good, I gotta go see Klaue. Go fix yourself up."

Yani threw the towel around her shoulders and let it cover the front of her shirt. Erik watched her face and moved closer to her until he was almost touching her body again. Her skin felt alive and feverish like a brilliant sun was buried deep within her flesh.

What would they be now?

Erik leaned down and kissed her lips. She turned her head away suddenly. Strange. Kissing him felt more intimate than what they had done. Stranger still, she wasn't ready for that level of closeness when he had her head spinning.

For the second time in two days, Yani found herself running away from him.

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memes-in-a-half-shell · 5 years

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B, D, F, I, K, M, and X please for my Leo :)

THAT’S A LOT OF LETTERS !!!!!!

B (Body part - Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) = He likes his hands - how steady and precise his hold can be. For his S/O, he likes their legs, their hair and their back (he enjoys giving massages~)

D (Dirty Secret) = He has watched tentacle porn at one point and enjoyed it.

F (Favourite Position) = Lotus, reverse spooning (each on their sides, facing one another), standing up and his S/O against a wall (mostly in the shower !!)

I (Intimacy - How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) = Very sensual and focused on his S/O. Sometimes he’ll get a bit dominant, but not without asking if everything feels good and comfortable enough.

K (Kink) = Sensory deprivation (blindfolding mostly), taking control, ropes, shower sex.

M (Motivation - What turns them on, gets them going) = The flirting game is strong with this turtle and if his S/O keeps it on, that is sure to get him in the mood. Sensual massages are also good. While doing it, any sound his S/O makes will keep him on a cloud, and he especially loves when they bed for more~

X (X-Ray - Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) = Around 8 inches and a half (shit yeh bruh, I’ll never go over 10 inches with those guys - I’m being realistic here x’D). He’s not as thick as Raph. He’s more average looking in fact. But he sure does know how to use that dick HMMM 👏 (more info about dem dickles coming one day HAH)

#me #bluesakurablossom #ask #tmntlemon

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letamreviews · 5 years

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Top of 2019

With 56 films watched and 27 favorited in 2019, I composed a list of my top. By pure happenstance, the list is almost an exact third (18) of the total films watched. Be aware that I don’t have as much to say about some of these because I took no notes after.

Because I’d be biased towards them, I don’t count the National Theatre Live plays.

Since the list is likely to be altered between now and the end of February (to accommodate for films missed), check the Lettboxd list later on to see an up to date listing, but be aware that it intentionally lacks the details provided here.

EDIT (01/04/20):

Woke up this morning religiously re-reading this and caught some grammar errors. It’s almost like staying consistently well-rested is actually beneficial. While I’m at it, Blind Rating (BR) is how worthwhile the film is watching “blind” (or knowing nothing). The scale is 1 (worth it) to 5 (you must). ‘Eh is essentially a 0.5.

1. Midsommar (USA)

Saw the original and Director's Cut in theatres and discussed them with a group immediately after both times. I’m somewhere between really liking it and loving it. Still unsure. Hell of an experience with a lot to notice, debate over, and pick up on during the second viewing. Don’t even get me started on the Christian/Dani matter. Dat tension, tho. Blind Rating: 4/5

2. Us (USA)

Saw in theatres and discussed with a group immediately after. I’m digging the allegories and the way (I think) it reflects on society. Dem reveals, tho. Blind Rating: 4/5

3. Toni Morrison: The Pieces I Am (USA)

Saw in theatres and discussed with a group immediately after. Two things probably play a huge hand in this not being atleast 3 spots lower: my demographic and the fact that her older self constantly reminded me of my grandma and a certain middle school teacher. Regardless, it’s an entertaining, interesting, and lively documentary with its many personalities on-screen all giving their take on matters along with Ms. Morrison herself. Glad they managed to finish and release this 1.25 months before her death. Blind Rating: 0/5

4. When They See Us (USA)

Saw on Netflix over the course of a month. Y’all, this one hurt too much to watch again any time soon. Admittedly, part of the reason why it hit me so hard is because I could easily have been one of them. Dat ending, tho. Don’t forget to watch the Oprah followup When They See Us Now after. You’ll ball (again). Blind Rating: 3/5

5. Parasite (South Korea)

Saw an advance screening in theatres and watched a live post-film Q&A. I really like it. This hit me in such a way that it’s one of three films I’m writing an essay on. Planing on watching it a second time soon so I can finish with a sense of accuracy. This isn’t one that I would recommend looking at images for. There are some that will spoil the experience of the second half. Seriously, block the “Parasite” tag from your feed if you can. Blind Rating: 3/5

6. Luce (USA)

Saw in theatres and discussed with a group immediately after. This was is so~ good as a thriller and especially in regards to being Black in America. Wanted to watch it a second time but never managed to squeeze it in before it left theatres. Dem performances, tho. Dat tension, yo. Dat score, bro. Blind Rating: 1/5

7. Them That Follow (USA)

Saw in theatres and discussed with someone immediately after. I love it. Blind Rating: 1/5

A drama influenced thriller about a religious and somewhat self-isolating community that's effectively blanketing a realistic romance. (snip) —Letterboxd review

8. The Souvenir (United Kingdom)

Saw in theatres (partially because so many movie peeps were shitting on it). I love it, but I didn't fucking love it. Was tempted to see it again, but didn’t get the chance. Dat ending, tho. While it was a movie peep telling me the whole plot that caused me to gain so much interest in it [Cabin in the Woods (2011) all over again, amiright?], I must say that the less you know the better. It’ll make for... a more immersive experience. Blind Rating: 3/5

9. After the Wedding (USA)

Saw in theatres and discussed with a group immediately after. I thought I really liked it, but I love it. This was a trip down unexpected lane, le'me tell ya. The trailer is a spoilerful lie, but the Landmark's description is very accurate. People's experiences will have a heavy hand in how they react to it and feel about certain characters. The way they made this feel like a constant thriller was excellently done. Dat cinematography, tho. Go in knowing nothing more than what the previous link provides. Blind Rating: 1/5

10. Joker (USA)

Saw in theatres and discussed with a group immediately after. I really like it. Blind Rating: 1/5

(slight spoilers)

This was difficult to watch at times, but hella captivating throughout. Arthur's reasoning is believable, his sanity is questionable, and his life is indeed one hell of a joke. Like watching an extreme example of what happens when people on the lower end lose access to social programs. This can very easily be taken as a commentary on mental illness kept unchecked. More than that, it's a story about a guy who accepts his "crazy" and transcends poverty, circumstance, and societal bullshit... at everyone else's expense. (snip) —Letterboxd review

11. Miles Davis: Birth of the Cool (USA)

Saw in theatres and discussed with a group immediately after. I really like it. Captivating documentary in a very similar style to Toni Morrison: The Pieces I Am, but with Mr. Davis never joining the “talking heads” (as people like to call it) and instead being heard as a constant narrator of his own biography. Regardless of how I feel about him on a personal level, this shit was a great watch and the ending hit hard. Still need to get his autobiography, though. There’s a nostalgic factor for me here since I was partially reminded of my grandpa while watching it. Blind Rating: 'eh

12. Queen & Slim (USA)

Saw in theatres and discussed with someone immediately after. Fuck yeah, I enjoyed this one. Dat soundtrack and cinematography, bruh? 👌🏿 The throwback soundtrack, main characters’ racial group, and fact that they went to New Orleans definitely play a hand in why this one’s not atleast 1 spot lower. Blind Rating: 1/5

13. Dwelling in the Fuchon Mountains (China)

Saw in theatres during festival and attended discussion days later. I really like it. Was long, but in a good way. Similar to Ash is Purest White (2018) in that I kept thinking "please end here," but would be glad it didn't later. It's beautifully slothy and has absurdly long tracking shots. The cinematography during walking conversations is notable. Dat trick, tho. Blind Rating: 'eh

14. A Girl Missing (Japan)

Saw in theatres during festival and discussed with a group immediately after. Bruh~, this is a hell of a personal trial. Didn’t expect it to go the places it did. Blind Rating: 1/5

15. Dutch Angle: Chas Gerretsen & Apocalypse Now (Netherlands)

Saw on MUBI on phone. I love it. This goes over his childhood (for 8 minutes), career paths, photography of 9/11/1973's Chilean coup d'etat, the 6 months he spent on-set photographing Apocalypse Now (1979), and him as a person. What I didn’t expect was how much he would get into the details of things happening during that film’s development. Along with those details are interesting photos presented excellently in a way that’s reminiscent of manga at times. I like the way the photos take center point and are treated like the foreground. It’s like the director and editor forced themselves to remain aware that the documentary was showcasing 15% of the total slides housed in the Nederlands Fotomuseum’s archives in Rotterdam and that most of his Apocalypse Now photos were never seen. Dat score, tho [Ex Machina (2014) vibes]. Blind Rating: 0/5

BTW, it had its official (Dutch national) release by EYE Filmmuseum on 12/19/19 in the Netherlands, so maybe it’ll come to the USA soon. 🤷🏿‍♂️ Forgot to mention it’s been added as a special feature to the 40th anniversary 4K blu-ray disc of Apocalypse Now: Final Cut (2019).

16. Receiver (Ireland)

Saw on MUBI on phone. I really like it. A very interesting short film in three odd segments. First was disturbing; second was about activism, protests, and politics; third was about the person I assume the film was made for. All compose what I took as a film about the importance of having reliable sound and hearing. Needs to be watched alone with good sound quality (for immersion). Blind Rating: 'eh

17. Bacurau (Brazil)

Saw in theatres during festival. I really like it. This was some Most Dangerous Game shit with a hell of an ending. The whole game is an allegory of civilized people's obsession with hunting wild animals for "sport". I really like the portrayal of history here and enjoyed the racial matters it lays bare. I can only imagine someone watching this without knowing a thing. Kinda wish I didn’t even read the description beforehand. Digging the soundtrack. Blind Rating: 1/5

18. Little Women (USA)

Saw on 35mm and discussed with others on separate occasions. I really like it. This was just warming and sad. I felt for the main characters and actually felt satisfied with the way it ended. Considering the type of film, there are handful of typical things for me to complain about. That being said, the movie earned its stars back. I mean, did you not see their attic performances? Shit was dope. Blind Rating: ‘eh

#2019 #top of #favorite films #i love it #i really like it #Ireland #Netherlands #Japan #China #Brazil #United Kingdom #USA

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Brahms Heelshire - Alphabet Ask Meme

I’m hoping to start doing requests on this blog, so I thought I would start up with the alphabet ask memes as a sort of intro! I figure all the letters get asked eventually, so I’m just doing all of them in one go. There will be one of these posted for each character I’m writing.

I have a page with what and who I write for here.

Both the NSFW and fluff alphabet asks are under the cut!

NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

You better be prepared to pamper this boy afterwards – snacks, cuddles, the works. Brahms isn't going to want to lift a finger, but he definitely expects to be taken care of. Get him tucked into bed or cuddled up on the couch, and expect to be there a while, petting his hair, kissing his mask and holding him. Getting up from this position is going to be the hard part. Brahms is a clingy bastard and he's not gonna let go just because you can't feel your legs or you have to pee. If you're lucky, he'll fall asleep and you can sneak away (and risk him waking up grumpy) otherwise, you're in for the long haul.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Brahms is a boob man and I will tolerate no dissent on this topic. It doesn't really matter what size, shape, etc. he just wants dem titties. If you ever need to get him out of the walls, a low cut shirt or clingy sweater is a guaranteed way to get it done quickly.

Not really a body part, but Brahms likes being tall – especially if he's got a short S/O. He might not want to be on top all the time, but he wants to be in charge and it's easier to boss people around when you're nearly two goddamn feet taller than them.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He doesn't have much of a preference for where it ends up, which is a good thing considering he's a bit unpredictable. It's hard to tell what or when he might tip over the edge, this boy is 2 seconds away from nutting at any given moment tbh. If it happens to get on him, though, he'll whine and moan about it until you clean him up, preferably with your mouth.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Brahms is a garbage boi, all of his secrets are dirty ones. Probably the one he'd most want to keep hidden from you, though, is the fates of the nanny’s who arrived before you did. He’d be tempted to threaten you with the knowledge, but ultimately he thinks it’s best you don’t know too much.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's probably got a computer in that incel man cave of his, so he’s seen some shit - but that doesn't mean he has any idea what to do with a real person. In fact, any pre-planned ideas of what he might do go flying right out the door once he's got a Real Live Naked Person™ in front of him.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Whatever you can do to him while he’s relaxing on a comfy pile of pillows.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Just fuckin' desperate lol.

Clingy, grabby, hard porcelain kisses and lots of bratty whining.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Brahms knows how to bathe and take care of himself. But that's what you're here for. Showers/baths are a couples event now, and you always have to sit on the side of the tub with the faucet. He will absolutely refuse to do even the most basic self care unless you're helping or doing it for him, so haircuts, bath time, laundry days, etc., are up to you to enforce. It's rare that these moments turn into sex, he prefers the bonding and cuddles they bring, so even if he gets a little riled up he'll wait until the moment is over.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

BRUH. The rest of your damn life is going to be one long, intimate moment as far as Brahms is concerned. You are never going to have a damn moment to yourself now. Watching TV? Brahms is right next to you, complaining that you're not paying him enough attention. Reading a book? Bedtime stories only in this house. Making dinner? Brahms is following you around the kitchen, whining that he's hungry but getting in the damn way every step you take. It might get annoying and make you long for five seconds where a giant, hairy man-child isn't tugging on your sleeve, but he thinks this shit is the height of romance. Every remaining second of your life is going to be intimate. His day revolves around you and he expects the same in return.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation head canon)

There is not enough time in the day for all the fucking this boy requires, so he'll have to take care of himself occasionally. Most of the time you never even know about it – he retreats to his room in the walls, or watches you silently through a peep hole somewhere – but if he ever feels like he's being neglected (god forbid you need to leave the house for a few hours, he's like a dog that panics and thinks you're leaving forever) you will wake up one morning to find the most treasured things you own covered in cum. He will refuse to apologize no matter how angry you are – clearly if you'd only take better care of him, this wouldn't have happened.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Skipping over the obvious ones, Brahms is really into body worship. Let him lay back on some soft pillows and spend a while undressing him, giving him soft kisses and quiet whispers of praise. Tbh he'd probably nut before you got to the main event. He also loves being teased, so give him all the kisses he wants, but not where he wants.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Since you're alone in the house, nowhere is really off-limits or taboo. His favorite is probably inside the walls, though. Dark and enclosed, almost not enough space to fit two people, forcing you to keep incredibly close. He might even be comfortable enough to take off the mask in this situation.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, it'd be faster to list what doesn't get him going. He's been touch starved for so long that even innocent touches like hugs and goodnight kisses can set him off.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Not a lot of things he would outright say no to. Obviously, though, no threesomes/involving other people. This is a monogamous relationship with no wiggle room.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Get used to blowjobs, cause they're gonna be a big part of sexy times in the future. Really, anything that lets Brahms lay back and get pampered is something he'll like. It would take a lot of convincing and trust to get him to remove the mask in order to reciprocate though, and it may be that he'd never do it. He would want to, and maybe that frustration will encourage him to give in, but he would never risk showing his face to you.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Brahms relies a lot on instinct, so left to his own devices he's rushed, desperately trying to cum and doing whatever he can to get there. You'll have to slow him down and make him take his time, which he won't always want to do. When that happens, just let him have his way and once he's got what he wants, he'll do his part to take care of you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He really prefers drawn out, long sessions, but realistically you'll get more quickies just because he's a needy garbage boy who doesn't wanna wait for his rewards.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

There isn't much risk to take with Brahms, in terms of getting caught together. You're alone in a giant house and he's good about staying out of sight whenever someone does come around. Personal safety is another thing entirely. Mood swings are a common thing for Brahms and you have to be careful of any misstep. Something as simple as answering the phone can drive him into a tantrum and it's during these rages that he feels the need to take charge and remind you of who's really in control here.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Normally, it's quick and rough, but if you can manage to keep him focused then he can go until he loses that focus. His max times in a row is probably two - maybe three if he's angry and needs to work off that energy - simply because you gotta make time for the post sex snuggles.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Brahms would absolutely be the type to own a fleshlight, I swear to God. But I can't see him managing to sneak that onto the grocery list, so most likely he does not own anything before you show up. He would totally be into whatever you wanna bring him, though, and I think he'd enjoy something to hide under clothing or for you to wear in public secretly. He'd have a love/hate relationship with chastity devices for sure! Loves the teasing aspect, but will 100% lose his temper the first time he gets a boner and you don't immediately take it off.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

His teasing game is non-existent tbh, it's just gonna end up with him desperately humping your leg. He will try but your willpower is stronger than his, so he'll lose pretty quickly.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He screams at the top of his lungs until he’s out of breath. God forbid you tell him to hush, that’s only going to make him louder, just to annoy you. You would think all those years of hiding away would give him some volume control.

W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

He will never fully believe that you wouldn’t leave if the right opportunity came up. Everything you mention that references your life before him infuriates him and only reinforces this belief. Old photos, souvenirs and mementos are some of the first things he’ll get rid of when you come to stay.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

That much fucking can’t be good for you. You tell him his dick will fall off if he keeps it up and he isn’t amused (he still doesn’t know if you were joking or not).

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Most of the time, Brahms won’t fall asleep afterwards, but he will pretend to. Once you’ve cuddled him enough, he’ll close his eyes and keep still, waiting to see what you might do without him watching. Leaving the bed is a big no-no, but if you keep close and drift off yourself, he’ll do the same (after making sure that you’re not faking too).

Fluff Alphabet

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

How trusting you are. You might be the nanny, but he’s still in charge so having someone who won’t fight him and try to get away with breaking the rules is a plus.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?) If you’re living with Brahms, you’ve already got a baby (it’s him, he’s the baby). He’s not going to want a child of his own, at all. It would be dangerous to even hint at this being a possibility.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

You’re gonna have to get used to him hanging off of you like a monkey most of the time. It doesn’t matter if he’s got to lean down, arms around your shoulders, and shuffle along behind you awkwardly as you walk, he’s a touchy boy. It would be easier to give in and lay down with him, but then you’d never get anything done.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Does hovering ominously over you from the end of your bed while you sleep count? He’s a little torn because he has no idea what exactly a normal date would consist of locked up in the house, but he’s also seen plenty of romantic movies and they seem important to relationships. You eat dinner together, does that count as a date? The people in his movies did that. So as far as he’s concerned, you’ve had quite a few dates and it’s up to you to decide if you want to burst that bubble.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

‘You are mine.’

There’s no compromise with this, Brahms is a lifelong commitment (even if it’s only for your life). This relationship is your full time job now and there’s no room for error, cause he’s just waiting for you to mess it up.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

It would take a lot for him to realize he actually likes you beyond being his pretty nanny. He thinks he loves you immediately so it’s going to come as a shock when he figures out he was just super horny lol. Once you’ve both settled into a life together and he sees you doing things to please him because you want him to be happy, rather than because you’re afraid, it will start to shake up how he thinks of you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Most of the time he’s very gentle, but it’s more out of timidity and nervousness than anything else. He’s not used to contact with other people and he’s unsure of how to go about it. Eventually he’ll get over the nervousness, but unfortunately he’s still got no social skills so prepare for some of the most awkward cuddles you’ve ever had.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

All the time. It’s really tiring hearing that little huff every time you pull your hands away to do some task or chore. And it’s not long before one or both of them are occupied by his and you’ve got to tug them away again. He’s really got no concept of personal space.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He was interested right away, like he always is when a new nanny arrives. He followed you in the walls, trying to get a better look without giving himself away. Once he picks up on how pliable you are, willing to follow the rules and not ask questions, he knows you’re going to be staying.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

This is probably the most obvious ‘yes’. There are exactly two people allowed inside the house and you’re one of them. Anyone else is horribly unwelcome and it won’t end well. He might allow some temporary visitors once you’ve stayed with him a while (you gotta get WiFi set up ASAP before you go insane) but they’re on thin ice.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Of course, your first kiss has gotta be the goodnight kiss. There’s a creepy man living in the walls, a quick smooch is the worst he could ask from you, and he’s delighted by how quickly you accept the rules of the house. Of course he doesn’t stop at demanding bedtime kisses anymore.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Brahms will say it first, a lot, and before he really means it. He mistakes lust and want for love at first and it will take him a long time to realize that they aren’t the same. But love and trust aren’t the same thing, and when he does figure out how much he likes you it’s only going to make him more possessive and overbearing.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

The first time you invited him in to sleep in your bed. Of course it wasn’t the first time he’d slept there, he would always sneak in or slip past you before you could close the door, and good luck getting him off the bed once he’s in. Eventually you give up trying to keep him out and automatically assume that’s where he’s spending the night when it comes time to tuck him in.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Technically, he’s super fucking loaded. He could crawl out of those walls and buy you a gold plated yacht. But you’re here to spoil him, not the other way around, and you best believe he expects it too. Not with money, but virtually everything else. He wants your attention, time, love - anything you might have to give and more.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Grey, like the skies outside. He sees the way you look at the windows, the look on your face when you go outside and see the stars. But he’s confident that you’ll follow the rules, because he’s made sure you know what will happen if you don’t.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

He doesn’t mind you giving him pet names, he’ll probably get off on it tbh, but he doesn’t use them for you. He always uses your full first name, no shortening it, and it’s honestly sort of off putting (that’s probably why he does it).

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He has an old paint by numbers set that he’s had since before the fire. He’s filled in all the pages and used up all the paint, but he keeps them anyways. He’s copied the pictures so often that he can nearly do them without looking at the original.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

‘Outdoors’ isn’t really his thing. Rain doesn’t make a difference when you never leave the house anyways, but he’ll appreciate that any plans you may have had in town will be delayed.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

He’s naturally a loner and doesn’t want to be around anyone when he’s upset. He’ll keep away for days until finally slinking out when you least expect him. That doesn’t mean he’s not watching you, of course.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Brahms isn’t very talkative and most of your conversations are a little one-sided. Most of the time he uses the boy-voice and keeps his sentences short and simple, but if you’ve really upset him then he’ll scream and rage, one of the only times you’ll hear his natural voice.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Once you’ve fallen asleep and he can sneak off to his space in the walls. He wants to be beside you 24/7, but that brings its own stress and he can’t fully relax when every little noise wakes him, afraid you’re sneaking away.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He’s normally such a brat that when you genuinely praise him for something he’s quick to repeat it. Oh, you liked the sandwich he made you? Guess what you’re eating for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the next two months. He’ll also take things you use everyday and return them like a proud dog bringing in the paper, like he wasn’t the one that hid them in the first place.

W = Wedding (When, how?)

Brahms is pretty firmly not about that life. You’re his nanny before anything else and he’s comfortable the way things are. That doesn’t meant this isn’t a serious relationship, cause he expects the same amount of loyalty and love you’d give a husband, but he isn’t going to break the facade.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Well, he’s not going to pick just one! Brahms loves music but he also likes variety. He’s got favorites of course, but there hasn’t been a lot of new material and he doesn’t want to get tired of the best ones. Do not attempt to introduce him to modern music though, he will just be offended.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Your relationship is a weird thing. You’re his girlfriend, sort of? But really his nanny. Who’s really his girlfriend. Sometimes hostage. It’s confusing, but marriage is for sure not a part of that equation. Even if it were possible, with him legally dead, it’s not something Brahms would want anyways.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

He’s not into animals at all. Besides, you’ve got him to take care of and that should be what you spend your time on.

#Brahms Heelshire #Slashers #The Boy 2016 #Headcanon #Slasher x reader #yeah yeah i know hes not technically a slasher #but i aint making a different tag for him so there #this was the first one i wrote and none of the others are as good kill me pls #ive just got a lot to say about stinky wall boys

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