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fullcravings · 1 year
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Strawberry Donut Rolls Recipe
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thechavier · 4 months
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cynthinesia · 7 months
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Heartfelt Gratitude Of Loving Me
In which they receive a gift from you...
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🦁 Leona Kingscholar 🦁
He had just woken up from another nap when he heard your footsteps coming closer. Ah yes, one of the best things to have when you wake up; your (s/o) by your side.
He lazily hugs you with an arm on your waist when you sit near him. You stroke his head, resulting in him purring a little. (Lions do purr, believe me or not!)
He smells the air for a few moments, because along with your scent there is another. And it smells like tender, delicious meat.
He turns his head to you as you take out something from a paper bag; the source of that scent.
Aaaaaand.... It’s a meat sandwich!
“Is it for me?” He smugly asks while eyeing you.
You nod, of course it’s for him! Who else would make something that contains his favorite food? And you tell him that this is a small token of appreciation for loving you.
He laughs and pats your head then he takes a bite out of it. ...It’s well cooked too!
“So, do you like it?” You ask.
Instead, he replies with a kiss since his mouth is full.
When he backs off, you can see him smiling at you. He seems to like your gift! 😊
Achievement Earned: The Way To His Heart ❤️
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🐆 Ruggie Bucchi 🐆
He was sitting on a bench to rest after a tiring day when you approached him with a paper bag with something special in it.
Wait a minute, the bag on your hand smells divine! Could it be that you brought him what he thinks it is?!
You smile and kiss him on the cheek while putting the bag on his lap, and being the hungry boy he is, he breaks the kiss when he notices the bag on his lap.
He literally tears the bag apart to notice a box. Lo and behold; it’s a box full of doughnuts!
As he gobbles them he smiles at you with mouth full of them, wondering how did he get so lucky to be loved by you.
When he is done eating the doughnuts, he jumps onto you and starts to kiss your face as you playfully laugh and ruffle his hair.
You are certain that he will return to favor by bringing you your favorite food some time later~
Achievement Earned: Doughnut Sized Heart ❤️
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🍎 Epel Felmier 🍎
He was sitting on his desk studying when you came to him with a surprise; a huge slice of apple pie!
He was surprised to say the least, especially after getting an earful from Vil.
The next thing you knew after putting the plate on his desk was him just tackling you.
He hugged you tightly as to not let you go, obviously overjoyed.
You hugged him back, not as tight, and kissed him on the forehead.
You can definitely say he absolutely loved your little treat. 🤭
Achievement Earned: Country Boy, Take Me Home
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♦️ Cater Diamond ♦️
He was scrolling through his phone in his room, in his little world when you came to him with two bowls. He had a frown on his face though...
You sighed, wondering what could make him to sad, and left them to bring something else.
He turned his gaze to you when you brought in a kettle with hot water in it.
Then his eyes caught a familiar sight of the package; two packs of spicy ramen.
“I was thinking of trying these with you...” You said with a giggle.
“It’s okay baby~” He put his phone down with a smile and kissed you.
You calmly put the ramens in your bowls and put the water, carefully as to not burn your hands, while Cater put the spices and prepared the chopsticks.
As you ate them together, you kissed him on the corner of his lips, making his cheeks flush deeper in response. This seems like it cheered him up.
As he is done with his bowl, he grabs your chin and kisses you on the lips.
★ Cater will definitely remember that.
Achievement Earned: Baby, You’re My Angel 💕
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🦇 Lilia Vanrouge 🦇
It was after you were done with your classes when he found you making your way to Diasomnia. So he decided to watch you for a while...
As you enter the hallway by pushing the door open, the candles suddenly lit up. He was there, waiting for you with a smirk...
Needless to say, you are surprised. But after you collect yourself, you walk up to him. He runs to you and tackles you down, knocking the bag and its contents in the process...
He notices the said contents, that being two glasses of tomato juice with sandwiches, spilling out and messing up the floor...
“I wanted to surprise you, but I think you did it first.” You said, a little upset... but then he lifts you up.
“It is not a problem for me at all, my dear~” He smiles as he brings you to the kitchen.
While being in there, he takes out a carafe full of tomato juice from the fridge. Your eyes widen.
“Did you have this much juice already?!” You yell, clearly SHOOK, to which he replies, “Why yes, I had. Why wouldn’t I?”
You look down in disappointment while he gives you a glass and smooches you on the lips. 🥰
“You needn’t have to give me anything, you are the biggest gift to me.” He says, caressing your cheek.
You can’t seem to decide whether you want to kiss him or kick him in the nuts... But hey, he seems happy!
Achievement Earned: I Just Want Your Heart
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🦦 Kalim Al-asim 🦦
He was sitting in cafeteria, unusually alone, and eating his lunch when you approached him with a paper bag... He looked so sad. :(
You sit beside him with your plate and he immediately hugs you tightly and rests his head on your shoulder.
“Kalim, are you alright?” You ask him as you are worried, but he doesn’t answer. He just stays still like that.
“Jamil’s sick today, so he can’t be here... But hey, at least you’re here now!” He says with a smile on his face.
You slightly frown and kiss his cheek as you take out your surprise from the paper bag. His eyes catch the familiar sight of a brown fuzz as it becomes more clear; it’s coconut juice in a cup that resembles a coconut!
“Is that for me?!” He yells, getting the attention of some students. He snatches the cup and immediately opens it. You give him the straw that comes with it.
“Well, Cater and I were visiting a cafe the other day and I wanted to get something for you as well.” You pat his head. “I know Jamil’s not here to bring you coconut juice, but I did.. You looked like you needed it so- Wait, are you crying?!”
He was, indeed, crying... He puts the cup to the side and throws his arms around your neck.
“(Y/N)!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUUUUUUUCH!!!” He says while his tears wet your chest. You rub his back and kiss him on the top of his head.
A few days later, you hear a knock on your door. When you open it, you see Kalim standing there with the huge smile on his face. He grabs your face and kisses you on the lips before you can register what’s going on.
Before you know it, he brings you outside and you see a huge pile of gifts, all of them being your favorite ones... Your jaw nearly drops when he asks you this, “Did you like it (Y/N)? 😁”
You just stand there, trying to comprehend everything.
Achievement Earned: Anything For Your Love
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If you like my writing, would you be kind enough to reblog it as well? I want more people to see it! 🥺✨
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teaboot · 1 year
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Eternally grateful to the Black community for "Dusty" cause when I moved out and bought a set of black sheets you better believe I woke up the next morning thinking I'd died looking down at my own chalk outline. Rolled up in my shitty polyester sheets like a powdered doughnut. Had myself scrolling through Web MD trying to figure out why I was disintegrating. Turns out I just grew up destitute in a lotionless home like Oliver goddamn Twist
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heartstringsduet · 2 months
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Really enjoyed the snippets people shared last night and really hope that you're still up for giving us all more on WIP Wednesday because I'm selfish like that 😏 Here's more of Let Me part 6. cw: grief
He finds TK standing in the middle of their living room, right between the couch and the dining table, staring into the far distance of the window. Carlos walks over on soft-socked feet, rubbing moisture from his hair that he used to have a long routine for but finds he doesn’t want to spend time on as much these days. TK doesn’t even notice him until Carlos takes the package of tea he’s clutching from his hands and kisses the hinge of his jaw. He jumps despite Carlos’ carefulness.
“Did you make tea?” Carlos asks softly.
“I was about to, I think.” TK smiles, brittle as tracing paper, as he turns his face to him. “Must’ve gotten distracted by something.”
“Did you see the red robin again? I think there might actually be a nest in the gutters closeby.”
TK huffs, nearly amused, and that is more than enough to ease some of Carlos’ own tension. “Yeah I think I just became a cat for a second there.”
It’s not the first time Carlos has found TK somewhere in their apartment, suspended in a limbo of a task he set out to do, then lost the way to it. 
Drawing at TK’s wrist, Carlos leads them over to the kitchen. He makes them both a cup of oolong and chats away as he gets the french toast he’d soaked overnight out of the fridge and heats up the pan. It was a labor of love preparing it, a little sweeter than he’d like, less cinnamon, too, so it’d taste exactly like TK’s favorite breakfast. He’d hoped it would be enough to get him to eat more today after TK skipped dinner.
Carlos does this like he now picks out an outfit he folds neatly on TK’s side of the bed while he showers after finding him sitting on the edge of the bed clutching a single sock. He does this like he puts on a show after TK scrolled through the entirety of any subscription platform they have, eyes unseeing. He does this like he sits down and helps order an online delivery of flowers to the woman TK saved on the plane and like he goes to visit his own parents and get some comfort himself while he gives TK and Owen space. He does this like he now fills any silence like TK usually would.
Open Tag &
@carlos-in-glasses @alrightbuckaroo @birdclowns @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @paperstorm @ladytessa74 @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @lightningboltreader @herefortarlos @freneticfloetry @orchidscript @whatsintheboxmh @inkweedandlizards @thisbuildinghasfeelings @carlos-tk @louis-ii-reyes-strand @noxsoulmate @bonheur-cafe @sanjuwrites @strandnreyes @reyesstrand @decafdino @thebumblecee @theghostofashton @kiwichaeng @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @sznofthesticks @liminalmemories21 @fitzherbertssmolder
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welcometololaland · 4 months
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i'm so sorry, i know its friday here but hear me out!!! in compensation, i offer two snippets. one from eurotrip (rwrb) (please scroll for RWRB!), the other from my tarlos collab with the amazing @strandnreyes (please read her lil snippet if you haven't!!!)
PET STORE (TARLOS)
“Is it normal to name fish?” TK continues, straightening up. “Or is that not a thing fish owners do?” Carlos can’t stop the smile that stretches across his lips as he watches TK tap his card on the reader. He’s possibly the most adorable being Carlos has ever known, which is saying a lot because Carlos has met a lot of cute beings. “I think it’s nice,” he replies. “It gives them personality.” TK hums as he retracts his card. “Are you going to ask what I named the goldfish?” Carlos laughs softly, printing a receipt and handing it over, trying not to gasp as their skin touches briefly. “What did you name the fantail, TK?” TK looks at him, all green eyes and gorgeous lips stretched into a grin. “Carlos.” “Carlos?” Carlos asks, wondering if his face looks as pathetic as he feels. “Why would you name it that?” “Oh, I know a guy.” Carlos bites his lip and looks down at the counter. This has to be flirting. It feels like flirting. He desperately wants to ask TK if he’d like to go out for dinner, or maybe make out in the middle of his place of employment. There’s a staff room he could lead them to, although Sharon probably has a camera or five set up in there.  Instead, he says, “I think your goldfish is a female.”
EUROTRIP (RWRB)
“Just move the fucking bed, Henry.” “Right, yes.” After another minute of awkward manoeuvring, Alex hitting his head on a wooden slat and Henry apologising profusely, the phone is freed from between the wall and the bed frame and drops into Alex’s outstretched hand. He wiggles out from under the bed, victoriously clutching it in his fingers, before collapsing onto the mattress with an exaggerated sigh. “That will teach you not to fall asleep watching porn in bed,” he jokes, revelling in the flush that colours Henry’s cheeks. It’s become a staple of this trip and Alex thinks it’s so achingly beautiful that he’s started taking every opportunity to make it appear. “I wasn’t— You’re a plague on this earth,” Henry stammers, taking his phone from Alex’s hand before perching himself on his own bed, facing Alex as if they’re bunkmates on a school camp, about to tell each other their deepest, darkest secrets. “Thank you. Really.” “No problem,” Alex says as he leans backwards, resting his elbows on the bedspread. “So…” “So,” Henry repeats, almost shyly. “I—” “We—” They laugh awkwardly, Henry running a hand through his hair as Alex bites his lip. He doesn’t know where the hell either of them are going with this, but he gestures for Henry to go first and watches him wring his hands in his lap. “I just wanted to ask,” Henry says, looking down at his lap before allowing his eyes to flick upwards to Alex’s face. “What’s going on? Why do you seem so…” “Pissy?” “Yes,” Henry replies, huffing a laugh and giving Alex a tentative smile. “That.”
thanks for the tags under the cut and I TAG EVERYONE BACK WHO TAGGED ME FOR SEVEN SENTENCE SUNDAY, DON'T FORGET!!!! also @rmd-writes who didn't tag me but I pressure and also @herefortarlos because i see you writing and i want it and @happiness-of-the-pursuit because i am still crying over my little lola rat <3
@mikibwrites @carlos-tk @birdclowns @reyesstrand @freneticfloetry @affectionatelyrs @wandering-night19 @inexplicablymine @lemonlyman-dotcom @hippolotamus @eclectic-sassycoweyes @carlos-in-glasses @alrightbuckaroo @inflarescent @cha-melodius @tintagel-or-cockleshells @strandnreyes @littlemisskittentoes @sherryvalli @clottedcreamfudge @kiwiana-writes @heartstringsduet and @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut
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lovingviolet · 1 year
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If you write nsfw I had this xaiver/reader idea. So like there was this whole sex paint made specifically so partners could do body paint and then diddle the doughnut ontop of a tarp and turn it into like a tapestry. If you don't do nsfw I have this ajax/reader and xavier/reader idea where both boys are pinning after the reader only to discover they are poly and like both of them.
thank you for requesting!
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xavier thorpe x fem! reader
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“where did you get this ?”
“i found it online, i’m sure we could put it to great use”
somehow you had gotten your hands on a new set of paints for xaiver. not just any kind of paint though, you had gotten him sex paint. you were scrolling aimlessly online when you came across it. it was more of an impulse purchase. you had hesitated on bringing it to him but you couldn’t let it go to waste.
“if you wanted to have sex you could’ve just told me” xavier says followed by a chuckle as he steps closer to you.
“i know but i wanted to use the paint too. we’ve never done anything like that before so i wanted to try it out” you said wrapping your arms around his neck.
xavier dipped his head down, leaving kisses down the side of your neck. “alright, if you really want to baby we can try it.. under one condition ” he pulls away just as you began to lean into his touch. he was such a tease.
“what is it?” you ask, he grabs a tarp big enough for the two of you to lay on top of and opens the box of paint.
“you have to let me hang it up in my dorm after it dries”
you thought about it for a moment. you didn’t think that anyone would be able to make out what it was. you’d be reminded of tonight’s events every time you saw it, you wouldn’t mind that.
“okay, deal” you agreed and xavier smiled. he laid everything out for the two of you as you patiently wait beside him.
after he finished setting up, he stood in front of you. placing his hands on your hips as he towered over you. “you ready?”
you nod quickly, xavier doesn’t hesitant to lean down and pulling you into a kiss.but didn’t take long for it to become heated. xavier begins to undress you with out pulling away.
you giggle into the kiss, feeling him fumble with your buttons for a bit before finally getting your shirt off. his hands trail to your back and unclips your bra, letting it fall down your arms.
he pulls away to admire your chest as if he hadn’t seen it hundreds of times before. no matter how many times you two have done it, he always stops to admire your body.
xavier pulls off his shirt to make it even before laying you down on the tarp. he instructed you to lift your hips before pulling off your bottoms.
after the both of you were completely naked he grabbed the paint. “i wanted to take the time to paint something really nice on you, but i don’t know how much longer i can wait” he chuckled
you hadn’t even noticed xavier’s growing erection until it was pressed against your thigh. “i could always buy some more for us to do it again” you suggest
“i’d like that” he smirks as he opens up the blue paint. xavier pours some onto his hand, you let out a quiet gasps as he spreads the cold paint onto your warm skin.
even though the paint was cold you couldn’t help how turned on you were. spreading the paint into xavier’s body and him doing the same to yours felt really intimate.
behind you knew it you were covered in paint and so was he. “you’ve always been a work of art but this took it to a whole other level” he teases
he kisses you again but this time it was more needy, more desperate than before. his clean hand went down to your entrance, causing you to let out a whine
“you’re so wet already” xavier says against your lips, his fingers brushing over your sensitive clit. you can only let out a moan in response causing him to smirk.
xavier enters a finger inside of you, only causing you to moan louder into the kiss. the paint already starting to smear on the tarp. you can’t help but grind against his fingers, you needed more.
xavier thrusts his fingers in and out if you at a steady pace. he was teasing you and you knew it. “p-please xavier” you whine and he pulls away to look down at you.
“please what? use your words baby” xavier teases, increasing his pace just a bit. he wanted you to beg for it and as always, you did just that
“please f-fuck me” you begged, looking up at him with a clearly desperate expression. he smirked pulling his fingers out of you.
“such a good girl, of course i can” xavier says stroking his cock, letting out low groans as he did. you lifted your hips a bit as you watched him stroke himself, you needed him so bad.
“someone’s desperate to be fucked hm?” xavier taunts. he leans over grabbing a condom from one of desk drawers.
xavier quickly sliding on the condom seeing how badly you wanted it. he wanted you just as much. “well , i won’t make you wait any longer”
xavier thrust inside of you at a slow yet rough pace. you let out cries of pleasure as finally enters you.
you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. even though you were mostly moaning into his mouth. this was going to be a long night.
after multiple sloppy make out sessions and doing it in many different positions, you both finally tired yourself’s out.
you laid there panting beneath your boyfriend. “i hope it turns out nice” you say, clearly worn out from your activities
“i’m sure that it will, we put a lot of effort into it” xavier said
(a day later)
“when did you make this?” ajax asked pointing to the new tapestry on xavier’s wall.
“y/n and i made it a few days ago. it was really fun”
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i’m sorry this is so bad, i suck at writing smut lol
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tempting-andromeda · 1 month
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Hey this might be a little silly but… Eagle flies and Paytah with a girlfriend wanting to stack. Stack doughnuts on their dicks (I’m sorry I’ve seen people talking about and thought it would be funny if you ignore this I understand)
NONNIE THIS IS THE FUNNIEST RHINF EVER
Eagle flies and Paytah with a s/o who wants to stack donuts…
Eagle flies
Doesn’t know how to react at first
thinks it’s like a sex thing
But when you explain it’s just a silly little thing he reluctantly complies
He cannot stop giggling though
He just leans back against his bed scrolling on his phone while you do it
He’d let you use it as a beauty blender or a microphone
Gets a picture of it because he thinks it’s so funny
He brags about it
“Yeah I let her stack donuts on it? What about it?”
Refuses to let anyone outside of his friend group know though
Really wanted to eat a donut afterwards but felt a little gross
Paytah
When you first ask him he gets nervous
Is it a prank or something?
But after a bit he allows it
Also chuckles like an idiot
He things it tickles
He doesn’t tell anyone about it but ef
Gets nervous about the icing but he still allows it
Would’ve preferred a bagel or something
When he’s at work he remembers and he starts giggling like an idiot
Does NOT allow pictures of it
He’s already had donuts on his dick because he can’t say no to you but he will say no to that
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freneticfloetry · 4 months
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I has a banner! And also seven sentences exactly, once again full of angst — how fitting for a snowy Sunday.
Thanks to @heartstringsduet, @carlos-in-glasses, @strandnreyes, and @lemonlyman-dotcom for the tag love. 😘
His own grief had taken such a different shape. Maybe it’s because he’d known exactly who his mother had been for him, knew the way that she loved him in his bones. It’s an old ache now, dull and manageable most days and acute when the wind blows the wrong way — if he hears the notes of a certain song or sees a head of dark hair that falls with just the right wave, even catches his own reflection from a particular angle. He’d once been perfectly fine for more than a month, then scrolled past her perfume in an Instagram ad after a call at three in the morning. For years he’d given her the same bottle of Baccarat Rouge on her birthday, the one she’d worn every day of his life — after she’d taken him to Barneys or Bergdorfs and handed him a card so he could pay at the counter himself, only to let him watch her unwrap it later and feign her fawning surprise — and just the sight of the familiar box on the screen had left him in tears in his bunk for two hours. TK has a scar from the pain of losing a parent, the first love that he’d ever known. But Carlos has a wound, carved from grief and guilt, anger and questions, and a love he’d never quite known what to do with that now has nowhere to go.
Tagging in @liminalmemories21, @ambiguouspenny, @never-blooms, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @reyesstrand, @walkinginland, @three-drink-amy, @bonheur-cafe, @ladytessa74, @welcometololaland, @orchidscript, @rmd-writes, and @alrightbuckaroo. No pressure!
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rmd-writes · 5 months
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seven sentence sunday
thanks @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @goodways @tintagel-or-cockleshells @indestructibleheart @wandering-night19 @strandnreyes @lemonlyman-dotcom @leaves-of-laurelin @three-drink-amy @cha-melodius @heartstringsduet @carlos-tk @jesuisici33 @kiwiana-writes 💖 love waking up to all of your snippets, on a Monday morning pals! they're in the queue!
Have seven sentences featuring TK being extremely relatable, from Call Me (By My Name), my collab with @welcometololaland
His Instagram feed is pretty boring now that he’s unfollowed almost everyone he knew back in New York. He looks up Mitchell’s account and goes for a hate scroll because he can’t help it. TK taps through story after story of Mitchell at the gym, Mitchell doing food prep, Mitchell shilling some supplement he’s got a discount code for while rolling his eyes so hard it hurts. Then there’s a photo of Mitchell in what TK knows is Alex’s bed, lying in the patch of sunshine that falls through the windows in the afternoon, apparently in nothing but Alex’s very expensive Egyptian cotton sheets.  He throws his phone across the room. It’s not even that he still wants to be with Alex. TK has long since recognised that they weren’t good for each other and that he was clinging to the relationship because he was desperate to be the person who’s sober and deserves the kind of love that manifests itself in soulmates and proposals and happily ever after. He’s not that person.
I have no idea who's done this already, haven't had a chance to scroll the dash yet but I'll tag: @reyesstrand @nelsonnicholas @sunshinestrand @iboatedhere @maxbegone @daisymae-12 @lightningboltreader @decafdino @ambiguouspenny @freneticfloetry @never-blooms @apothecarose @wordthieve @everwitch-magiks @sherryvalli @14carrotghoul @celaestis1 @fitzherbertssmolder @birdclowns + an open tag for anyone else who wants to play 💖
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alrightbuckaroo · 6 months
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Inspiration Weekend
Or as I like to call it, an excuse to endlessly scroll Pinterest! Thanks for the tag @orchidscript and I'm taking advantage of @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut's open tag as well. Here's a little mood board for the not so little Parisian summer fic
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tagging: @heartstringsduet, @reyesstrand, @carlos-in-glasses, @strandnreyes, @freneticfloetry, @catanisspicy, @lightningboltreader, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @three-drink-amy, @tailoredshirt, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @wandering-night19, @sanjuwrites, @bonheur-cafe, @basilsunrise, @birdclowns and here's an open tag!
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makeamericaeatagain · 2 years
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Overfed and Undernourished
Your body is desperately craving some real nutrition, but you're too zoned out from binge watching and social media scrolling to notice. The only signal that you hear is an intense hunger. You mistake your body's demand for fresh fruit as a craving for sweets and decide to nuke that hunger with a dozen doughnuts. The closest thing your body will get to some fruit is artificial fruit flavors. Your blood sugar spikes and you're riding high for a little while, but your stomach makes quick work of all those carbs. Pretty soon your blood sugar is crashing back to Earth, leaving you irritable and famished again.
Then a burger ad on tv catches your eye. Your body is still craving some actual nutrition and your subconscious mind spots the meager vegetable toppings in that greasy burger. Meanwhile all you notice is that juicy meat, gooey cheese, and dripping sauce. You can't place the order fast enough. The delivery makes it in record time and soon you're digging into your stack of bacon double cheeseburgers. The wilted vegetable toppings your body was craving are buried under a mountain of meat and cheese, smothered in sauce. You intersperse greedy bites of burger with eager handfuls of salty fries and greasy onion rings. Any nutrients in those sides have been deep fried into oblivion. To wash the whole thing down, you gulp sugary soda like it was water in the desert. You demolish the meal in record time, leaving you surrounded by the wrappers and detritus of your binge. Your breathing is labored, lungs competing with your overstuffed gut for space. You're not quite finished though. You want to put these hunger pangs to rest for good and a thick strawberry milkshake should do the trick. You gulp it down slowly and deliberately, letting it fill every remaining nook and cranny in your pained gut. After licking down the final drops, you're painfully full and finally satisfied.
Your stomach may be fit to burst, but your body still didn't receive the nutrients it really wanted. These pale imitations of fruits and vegetables only set you up for even more powerful cravings later on. For the moment though, you're content. You doze off on the couch, snoring peacefully beneath your double chins and bloated belly.
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dalliansss · 6 months
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little sunshine
As he is wont to do, Finwe Noldoran gets to the council room in the palace at Tirion way before any of the Lords are allowed into the bright and airy chambers. Scrolls are waiting by his end of the table, as do a platter of honey-glazed doughnuts, a basket of fruits and a silver pitcher of chilled wine. There is also coffee, should he want it. As the King surveys the topmost scroll from today’s pile, he hears a soft giggle.
He looks up.
Pattering toward him, from Eru-knows-where, is his seventh grandson, little Artafinde, the first child of his third son Arafinwe. Finwe’s soft cheeks round up as he smiles as his little golden grandson waddles toward him. 
“Hello there, little one, good morrow to you. To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
Finwe sets his scroll aside, pushes his high-backed chair back a little so he can accommodate the over-eager elfling, who clambers up, up, up on his lap, clutching a handful of his robes. He scoops up little Artafinde and sits him on his lap. The king immediately buries his nose into those perfect golden locks, breathing deep – and the little one smells like lavender and roses. 
“Grampa, grampa,” Artafinde giggles. “I hide? I hide with you? Please?”
“Ai, what are you hiding from, little one?”
The child answers with a giggle. “No tell!”
The double doors open. The Lords of the Noldor start coming in, and many quirk their eyebrows up at the sight of the little golden prince on the king’s lap. But Finwe’s brilliant smile brooks no time for questions. Everybody resumes their place, and before council officially begins, Finwe has something to say.
“Welcome my lords. My grandson will be joining us today; someone is way too excited to be part of this council and cannot wait.”
Which is answered by laughter. State business proceeds. Finwe listens to all concerns and petitions, pausing here and there to kiss at his little grandson’s hair, or else poke Artafinde’s round, pink cheeks, or pat that little round tummy of his. Yes, excellent, this is good— a round little elfling meant a well-fed and well-taken care of elfling. Finwe would not suffer any malnourished child, his or not, as long as he reigned over the Noldor. Aman is a land of bliss and plenty, and all who dwell in it should display it — good health in full view included. 
To his credit, little Artafinde is very well-behaved. He is content to sit on his grandfather’s lap; helping himself to a handful of Finwe’s gorgeous dark hair to chew and drool on. Otherwise he fidgets only gently, turning here and there to nuzzle at his grandfather, or touch Finwe’s cheek, and get himself a smidge of attention and a dimpled smile this way. 
The council is discussing some roads that need new paving when the double doors across the room open just a little, and the dark-haired nursemaid tending to Artafinde peeks inside. She scans the room, sees her charge on his grandfather’s lap, and her eyes bulge. But Finwe winks at her, raising a finger to his own lips. No matter. He has his grandson. He’ll take care of it. The elleth is quick to understand the cue, and so she hastily curtsies and quietly leaves, closing the door as quietly as she can. On Finwe’s lap, Artafinde giggles.
Council drones on and on. Artafinde helps himself to one of the doughnuts, biting into it – thus getting sugar on his chubby, pink cheeks and a dollop of strawberry filling on his chest, effectively ruining his tunic. He doesn’t care. He eats and eats, until he finishes the doughnut. He licks his fingers clean and claps.
Council pauses on account of this applause, but Finwe simply laughs and gently redirects business to resume. Adult talk continues to drone onward.
He is a restless child, Artafinde Ingoldo. He can stay still for about an hour, or two, but then he will soon start to bounce up, and look for something else to occupy his mind with. It drives Arafinwe and Earwen mad; their son is a little escape artist, notorious for his ability to escape his own nursery so he can run around, sneak into other people’s gardens, wallow in their muddy vegetable patches, or else find himself all the way to Tirion’s central fountain swimming around as if he were a giant goldfish. An adventurer in the making, Finwe told Arafinwe once upon a time.
That restlessness is bubbling now. Artafinde pushes himself up onto his feet, standing on his grandfather’s thighs. He cups Finwe’s cheeks with sugar dusted and drool-sticky hands, and paps the soft flesh there. Finwe puckers his lips for a kiss, but Artafinde giggles and dodges the kiss. But then he smooches his grandfather loudly on the chin.
“Grampa! Love you! Mwah!” Artafinde declares.
(And perhaps, many of the Lords in the King’s Council remember their own little elflings, and sigh.)
Before Finwe can ask his grandson to sit, Artafinde shimmies down from Finwe’s lap and waddles around the council room like a fat penguin chick. He tugs on the lords’ sleeves, and when the men look at him, he gives them his most convincing puppy expression.
“Eat? Eat?” Artafinde asks. (For Finwe instilled in all of his grandchildren a love of food and eating, even more so on the babies. His sons complain that he has a tendency to make his grandchildren round. Artafinde is no exception.) “Mellow eat?”
The Lords coo and sigh. Someone gives Artafinde a nougat. Another hands over a small packet of sugared peanuts. Another gives him a fudge bar. Someone gives him a banana, and another a dragonfruit. 
Now, Artafinde has not seen dragonfruit before. When he gets given this gift, his eyes grow to their widest extent yet, and he waddles back excitedly toward Grampa, now effectively disrupting the council as he lifts the dragonfruit for Finwe to see.
“Grampa! Grampa! What is? What? Can eat? Can eat with Innoldo? Eat? Grampa! Ai!”
Finwe swears he will melt. He looks to his lords with a helpless smile. “Thirty minute recess, everyone. Thank you, thank you.”
As the lords shake their heads and pack up their belongings and stand and stretch, Finwe remains seated. He hoists Artafinde back up onto his lap and attacks those cute cheeks with kisses. 
“Alright, we will eat the fruit together.”
A servant is summoned, and the dragonfruit is momentarily taken, where it is washed, and peeled, and then sliced into elfling-friendly chunks and served. Artafinde wiggles excitedly on Finwe’s lap as he beholds the fruit’s red flesh. He quickly fishes for slices with his fingers and eats in the clumsiness of a toddler. Finwe eats in a more dignified manner, using a fork. Yum yum.
Artafinde looks like a murder scene. Red juice all over his cheeks, chin, neck, chest and hands. His clothes can no longer be saved, but Finwe can and will commission a million clothes for him and all of his grandsons, if needed. 
“Delicious dragonfruit, no?” Finwe smiles as he wipes his baby grandson’s cheeks with his sleeve, now also destroying his robes. Ah, no matter. 
“Lishoos,” Artafinde agrees, chirping. “Lishoos fruit! Thank you, grampa! Love you! Mwah!”
Finwe laughs. He squeezes Artafinde in a hug, and kisses the child’s golden hair. 
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beating-beetle-heart · 10 months
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Shadow x Reader
More x reader nsfw practice! Minors dni
Pairing:
Shadow Monster x Human
F/F
There is something about the dark that pulls people. It curls, strangles, and beckons those from all walks of life. In the dark, you see things that never leave and never know if it is reality or fiction. Is it a rock, jutting out from that yard, or is a person staring? Are those misty, humanoid shapes seen in glances through the headlights of a car really just imagination? It can't be. It just can't be, Sarah refuses to accept it because if it is really all in her head...
She takes a breath, closes her eyes. The prickling against her nerves is too real, too demanding. It is not from a figment, but rather some lurking, unseen creature. Truth be told, Sarah didn't only feel it at night, but it was more noticeable in the wee, chilly hours, when the sky finishes transitioning from deep blue to black and the whole world stills. In the day the feeling is much less threatening. She'd wake to the bed sheets tucked in at the corners, a job she could never bring herself to care about enough to do. Other times, a lost object would pop into a place she'd sworn she'd checked. If anything, the presence was more helpful than frightening. The scariest parts were when shadows move a little too oddly in the corner of her eye, or when the light under a door dims despite her living alone. A helpful creature, no matter how altruistic and kind of intention, is still frightening when it is unknown. If it showed itself to her, then maybe, just maybe she'd learn to not fear. She could call to it tonight and ask it to show itself. The shadows would pull into a lump and form slowly, bit by bit, keeping her guessing till finally it completed. Or -a tingling shiver zipped down her spine- it would use the shadows to keep itself hidden even as it draws closer. Its cold form would slip across the room silent as as a dead maiden and Sarah would track its flitting bursts in rapturous greed. The thing could be looking right above her and she would have no other choice, nor want, than to follow its lead and trust.
The blat blat of Sarah's shoes against wet pavement came faster as she tried to leave her heated cheeks behind, letting them be lost and swallowed to night's gluttonous appetite. She tugged her trench coat tighter, pulling the collar high and feeling some silly joy at it. It made her feel like a detective from the movies. A stray piece of hair brushed against her mouth. She blew it away with a huff. The feeling of something following close by never once left, not even for a second. Thankfully (was she thankful?) it wasn't long before she came upon upon an old building, its bricks cracked and worn with stray pieces of litter crawling about. Color seemed faded from the entire lot. She trudged up the few stairs to the entrance and breezed through the doors, coat flapping behind. Sudden bright light had her pausing and squinting for a good minute, but a few grumbled words and head shakes later she was up the stairs and counting floors. A strike of panic pounced when, on the third floor, Sarah saw a strip of black run across the landing. Calm down, she told herself. It's alright, it's alright. It's not going to hurt you. And then, suddenly, quite inexplicably, What would it feel like to touch?
Sarah traversed the next two flights with a silent mind and set nerves. She locked the apartment door, its resounding bang trapping her determination in. Her shoes were taken off, placed neatly beside the door, and her coat hung on a chair. The black shifted to and fro till she flicked a switch and light flooded the room. In the fridge's topmost shelf sat a maple doughnut and a case of strawberries. Below that, a carton of milk, an opened packet of cheese bites, and a glass of sweet iced tea she'd made the night before. Sarah sighed, then smiled and waltzed to her room. Groceries could wait. She grabbed her laptop, earlier left nestled in her bed sheets, and began scrolling. A good hour passed during which she mindlessly ate up Feel Good stories and comedian shows, giving an occasional smile to the dark corners just in case.  Sarah laughed till her stomach hurt, but eventually the laughter calmed and the screen dimmed, and the dark sounded off its whispering rustle. She shut the laptop. Its case blurred before her eyes.
There she sat, in the middle of the bed, staring unfocused at nothing, but nought for cause of concern. Her heart fluttered, bringing a twinge of anticipation alongside every thump. She breathed once, twice, long and deep just to feel texture brush against skin. Her shirt is soft, velvety, but her jeans rubbed its rough hew over her legs. It would be nice to get out of them, to instead feel the slide of fuzzy blankets. Grin plastered over face, she got up, continuing in a leisurely way to the light switch. She flicked it off, drowning the room immediately in pitch-black soup. The change had creeping anxiety grip at her nerves and she nearly flipped it on again before refraining, using hope from the earlier night to breed fortitude.
She slid off her pants, feeling for the first time self-conscious over the act. A short, stilted giggle escaped her lips. She felt her way to the bed and gently placed the laptop on her desk. The mattress shifted amidst each movement, but it made no noise, and for that she was grateful. She pulled the covers over herself as if to fall asleep. Nothing sounded, not even the whispering caresses from before. Miraculously the neighbors stayed silent, too. They weren't awfully loud most days, but they weren't usually this quiet, either. Sarah supposed fate was looking out for her tonight. Let it hold a little longer.
She opened her mouth and wet her lips. Silent comfort turned inwards, pressing on her flesh. Slow, meticulous hands wrapped around her stomach and started squeezing. Her idea, so full of possibility before, suddenly seemed stupid. She took a gulp of air, licked her lips, kept her eyes wide open for fear of missing a sign. Her lungs forced the air out and with that air, a question.
"Are you here?"
Tick, tick, tick goes the clock. Sarah didn't dare move, except for her eyes, which scanned as far as possible in all directions. Was the Guest hiding? It'd never communicated directly, a thing that Sarah had merely assumed was possible. For all she knew, it was a speechless thing. The very notion of showing itself might be too threatening. The hand in her stomach clawed harder.
"Please, I'm not going to hurt you. Or freak out." Hopefully. Sarah shifted. "I just think it'd be nice to get to know each other. We live together, after all. I think. And... You've been kind to me..." Indirectly perhaps, but still kind. The room did not talk back. No being lurked in the abundant night. Sarah could feel her lips getting dry and licked them again, although she suspected they'd be dry tonight no matter what she did. She took another breath, proclaiming her last words with hopeful and prominent inflection. "...I'd like to thank you." Her guts twisted, only with a different tang than from earlier. Besides the anxiety lay a spark, traveling down to Sarah's crotch and lighting up the skin. She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut at the sudden self-intrusion, and she waited.
Ticking from the desk's clock gave no sense of time. The minute hand held no true sense. Her stomach eased up. Without a reply, the anxiety dissipated into disappointment. Sarah put a hand over her eyes and sighed. She first became aware of a difference in the air via sound. Her eardrums popped and crackled, letting in a slippery, swarming flood of voices. They murmured indistinguishable syllables and tickled the inside of her ears. Sarah froze, and might have stayed like that if not for the stability of the weighted blankets allowing her claim enough unto bravery to uncover her eyes. To her surprise the room looked the same as before. A few seconds of fruitless searching made her heart sink back down until, there, right there, at the edge of the bed, a playful patch of black crept over the sheets. It was flat at first, cartoon-like in such an unnatural way that it nearly gave her a headache. It formed a solid, inky hand. Deadly claw tips glinted majestically, a good thing all things considered, otherwise Sarah doubted she'd be able to make out the shape. Following that came an arm, the top of a hooded head and broad shoulders. Squirming fear and excitement filled Sarah's body. Its formation was downright magical. Its body, though pure ebony, shone as though a spotlight were following. Its edges gleamed, leaving out all the details and middle parts.
All of this did little to truly frighten Sarah. Her pounding blood was not from anguish nor her sweat from terror, so she gave it a wan smile -her nerves jittered from ideas she did not know the possibility of- and gingerly struggled her arm out of the blankets, holding her hand in her lap. The body grew closer and closer bit by bit, shrouded further by a hoodie and sweatpants made of the same obsidian. If not larger than Sarah by height, than by bulk. Its transformation seemed to finish after mere minutes, but each second was a shot of exhilaration into her veins, clouding the seconds so they felt like hours. A wide jack-o-lantern mouth was the only distinguishing feature of its "face", Its head melded within its hood. It could be butter against her fingertips. It could be a ghost's promise, cold and wispy, or it could feel like something else entirely. Her fingers itched to know.
"Oh, um..." Sarah stammered out, cheeks flushing. "Hi..."
It cocked its head and leaned in some inches, that jagged, black pit of a mouth beckoning Sarah's stare. The ceiling spun behind it. "Hello, dear."
Sarah nearly shot up, clamping the response down just as quick. "You talk!" Right after the words flew out of her mouth Sarah cringed into the bed, praying to God she hadn't just insulted the being.
The creature tsked. "I didn't want to scare you. You have been a fun thing during the past months." It -she? the voice was distinctly female, although very deep in tone- chuckled.  "I must say, I certainly wasn't expecting our first words to be..." Her hand traveled up Sarah's leg, the claws tracing its outline. Even through the blankets they were sharp enough to leave a burning trail. A throaty hmm had Sarah blinking in embarrassment. "You're sooo interesting. I didn't think you'd be so eager to see me." She paused, visage unchanging, not giving Sarah any clue as to her thoughts. Another pair of claws brushed over her other leg. Heat seared the skin and Sarah instinctively clenched up, only to be mortified by the realization that her underwear was very, very wet. Sarah couldn't hide the wide-eyed look she gave to her Guest. "Oh, sweety." Her claws tapped, tapped, tapped against Sarah's thigh. "Why did you call me tonight?"
Sarah swallowed. "To show you appreciation. And to learn to not be afraid of your shadows."
The Guest rumbled, a low, calming sound that weaved its way to the very core of Sarah's soul. "I think," she purred, hand coming up to grab Sarah's wrist, "I can help with both tonight." The Guest's hand was warm. It was satin, wrapping and slipping around skin. Occasionally small pockets stuck to Sarah's hand, feeling so much like tiny suckers. Sarah brought her other hand out only for the Guest to snatch it. With one hand she held both of Sarah's aloft, inching them above the woman's head. Sarah could have whined if the notion weren't so embarrassing. She did, however, rub her thighs to feel the slick smear. With her other hand, the Guest pulled the blankets back with ease. As she did, it seemed the darkness surrounding her form moved, too. She held them just above Sarah's crotch and Sarah could do nothing but lay there in agony, blushing at the guest's light chuckle. "Look at you. It's an honor you're so..." She took a heady "breath", then laughed again. "You're going to be such a good little toy, aren't you?"
Sarah bucked up, gasping and writhing at the rush of fire blowing through her nerves. She bit her lip, nearly crying out "Yes, yes I'll be good." The thought made her cheeks pink, but it was all she wanted.
The Guest trailed a claw down Sarah's stomach. "No words? It's okay, dear. I want to hear your pretty sounds. I want everything."
At that Sarah did cry out. She whined and sputtered promises to behave. The blanket was removed completely, exposing her heated skin to the cool night air. "Please," she groaned, twisting her wrists in the Guest's grasp. "Please touch me!"
Those claws dragged across sensitive skin, drawing whimpers and a rush of wet. The Guest shuffled down so that ragged mouth hovered over Sarah's poor, tortured vulva. Staring through ecstasy-filled fog, Sarah almost didn't comprehend the protrusion sliding out from behind her "teeth". It was long and shadowy, glistening with the same light covering the rest of her body, only this gloss moved. It dripped from the appendage, thin as thread. Those threads wrapped around each other, tasting, searching.
Oh, Sarah thought. It's a tongue.
Its tip tapered while the bulky base held ridges standing at attention. The very sight of it wrung moans from parted lips. Guest leaned down, one hand on Sarah's wrists, the other circling her thigh. Before Sarah's eyes, her shape changed. From the sides grew two bulges, nearly imperceptible, but they kept growing. Lumps expanding out, and from those lumps sharp ends sprouted like the branches on a tree. It wasn't till Guest was finished that Sarah could tell she'd sprouted extra arms. With two free hands, Guest latched onto Sarah's side and slid her hands under Sarah's shirt, pinning her down. Sarah bucked again and again, sobbing, but to no avail. Those smooth, sucker-covered hands flicked her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure which Sarah took greedily. "Harder," she whined.
One of the Guest's suckers crept over flesh till it poised directly above her nipple, then they dropped to the skin and sucked. They sucked while those claws worked the skin of Sarah's breasts, leaving nothing but a writhing mess in their wake. Finally, finally, Sarah thought. She stopped paying attention to the Guest's movements, stopped knowing anything but the overwhelming desire blazing in her soul. And so she didn't notice when the Guest inched that tongue further out, but she definitely noticed when it swiped over her wet panties. Only once, before moving to circle her privates. It was slimier than her hands, but that slime was alive. Strands brushed over delicate nodes, sucked tiny hickies where no one else could see. Sarah's back arched through the air and her chest shook. When the Guest decided Sarah's suffering was stretched and made pitiful enough, the Guest slid that tongue over the thin panties covering Sarah's poor hole. "Good toy," she purred. Her tongue slid under the cloth, taunting, and suddenly wrapped itself like a glove around the entire thing. Strands got to work fast. Everywhere, all at once Sarah felt herself being touched. She cried out as suckers latched onto her clit. She clutched at the hands holding her when a multitude of tentacles trailed towards her hole, prodding the entrance with curiosity. A fire burned in her stomach, blazing and bright. It ran hotter, hotter. She felt as though she would burst.
"Guest, please!" Sarah begged. The tongue plunged into her hole, wiggling against soft flesh and stretching her walls in ways that had her curling her toes. The suckers on her clit began moving, Sarah's vision exploded with stars. That fire burned impossibly high, Sarah didn't know how long she'd last. "I've be-en a g-good toy, please!" Her breath came in short gasps, pushing the words out, they were her only hope.
The Guest trilled. "Don't worry honey, I'll take care of you."
She didn't let up. Sarah threw her head back, the movements only getting faster and harder. Her fire reached its tipping point when the Guest wrapped a second tongue around her throat. The added hold had Sarah screaming her finish. The room filled with the sound of her voice and the growls of the Guest. It shook with the force of their passion. By the time Sarah had come down from her high, she was sure several neighbors were thoroughly furious. The Guest unraveled herself from Sarah and delicately ran a claw through her hair. Sarah smiled and nuzzled into it. "We should do that again sometimes," she murmured.
The guest snorted. "Not tonight. You'd break." The way she said it, Sarah wasn't sure her breaking would be a bad thing. "Another night." The Guest's form snuggled into the sheets, pushing into Sarah's side. They wrapped around each other. The goal was a success, Sarah thought. She felt no fear, and she knew, for sure, that she wanted to see more. But, as the Guest said, that would have to wait for another night.
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bonheur-cafe · 6 months
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Inspiration Weekend
Trying to get my shit together with this fic by making this moodboard lol This editing stage is quite the journey 🫠
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Quote from Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë Fun fact: there is quite a lot of blood/vaguely graphic imagery in this fic, but I am quite squeamish so I spent fifteen minutes looking for pictures before I had to stop scrolling and decided to find different images instead 😫
Tags and Things under the cut 💜
Thank you so much @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @orchidscript @alrightbuckaroo @inflarescent @three-drink-amy @lemonlyman-dotcom @lightningboltreader @birdclowns @thisbuildinghasfeelings @theghostofashton @welcometololaland and @louis-ii-reyes-strand for tagging me! 💜
Tagging: @carlos-in-glasses @chicgeekgirl89 @jesuisici33 @sanjuwrites @rosedavid @taralaurel @inkweedandlizards and anyone else who would like to share, this is an open tag for you 💜
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lemonlyman-dotcom · 7 months
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Inspiration Weekend
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Thank you to to following good eggs who tagged me: @birdclowns @ladytessa74 @carlos-in-glasses @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @bonheur-cafe & @alrightbuckaroo
This will be the last preview, I’m hoping to have this one up tomorrow or Tuesday. I’ll be working on the playlist today ✨
Seven-ish sentences from TK Strand’s Sweet 16 (times 2) (minus 2)
“My mom loves you and you’re turning thirty, of course she wants to have a party. You’re lucky she’s not trying to throw you a double quinceañera like she did for my sisters.”
“Aren’t quinceañeras for girls?” TK asks dubiously as he resumes rubbing Carlos’s feet.
“Don’t put it past my mom,” Carlos says with a roll of his eyes. “She’d find you a frilly ball gown and make you learn a choreographed dance. Probably hire a mariachi band.”
“That actually sounds kind of fun,” TK says wistfully.
“For you. I’ve seen you dance, babe. Nobody needs that.”
“Rude,” TK says as he grabs a pillow and throws it at Carlos’s head. Carlos dodges it, protecting his curry, and sits up with a laugh. TK pushes his feet off his lap and Carlos pokes his thigh with a toe. “Come on, babe, I’m just telling the truth.”
After a few minutes of sitting in comfortable silence, Carlos shoveling curry into his face and TK continuing to scroll through their streaming apps, TK speaks up again.
“Nobody’s ever thrown a birthday party for me,” he says softly. “I mean, except my parents when I was a kid.”
“Well,” Carlos says as he leans forward to set his bowl on the coffee table. “You’ve got a whole new family that wants to celebrate you now, TK.”
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