#lol i woke up today and my aunty had made a post like

[orthodera]

Imagine being so insecure in your own identity that you start literally gatekeeping your gender

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Parenting ❤

a/n: I try to write two at day because my exams are coming and soon I will take a break. The requests are still open but I will post rare and I’m sorry because you are waiting. I will try to make everybody happy. Stay safe and great. Kisses 🌻

the request:

Anonymous said:

Would you be able to write an Aron Piper imagine where you guys are together & have a kid together & even though you guys agreed you would never argue in front your child one day you do & he makes you cry & leaves for a bit & the child asks what’s wrong but no matter what she tries to be strong & he eventually comes back, you can take it on from there...I hope this made sense lol

warnings: smut(+18), fluff, bad language and bad writing. 

word count:2.313

Arón Piper x Reader

♠♠♠♠♠

When I got pregnant, I thought that my world is going to end. Having a baby at a young age is overwhelming, I had bad day and good day in my pregnancy journey and I thank to God that Arón was by my side. Are almost 5 years from the moment I gave birth to our son. Áres Marco Rico Barbero Piper is turning 5 in a couple of days. I don´t know when the time fly but I love this little nugget more than myself. My relationship with Arón it’s complicated right now. He became cold as ice with me, maybe because he works all day and when he arrives home, I’m already sleeping. Today I woke up with a good energy and I let Arón to sleep a little bit longer before I’ll wake him up to go to set. “Morning, mami.” Áres greeted me smiling from his bed. He gets up quickly and fix his pajamas with cars on it. His curly hair is messy like his father, he looks exactly like Arón, it’s like his mini twin. “Mommy, we can eat french toast this morning?” his soft voice makes my heart beat so fast every time. “Sure, hermoso. We can surprise daddy, what do you think?” I smiled and he hugged me with his little arms. We go together in the kitchen and I remember when I got pregnant, Arón bought this house because our family is growing. We aren’t married but right now it’s not a problem for me.

  “Do you want to help mommy preparing the breakfast for you and daddy?” “Sure” I cooked everything and I put all the food on a plate for Arón. I handle the plate to my son and he walked with little steps to our bedroom. “Papaaa, wake up, we made fast.” I giggle when I heard my son and Arón groans, getting up. “¡Joder! (Y/N) why don’t you wake me up on time?” my boyfriends yelled then is looking at his son. “Thank you, Áres, now let mommy and daddy talk.” My son understood and go to his room probably. “I’m going to be late because of you.” He rushes to the bathroom and I heard the shower water running. “The water is cold as fuck.” He cursed and I prepare his clothes. “Today I’ll let Áres to my mom.” I said smiling when he got out fast putting his clothes on a rush. “Yeah, sure, do what you want. See you tonight.” He left without a kiss or a hug and this makes my heart heavy. I looked at me in the closet mirror. After 5 years I took 4 or 6 pounds, I’m not walking anymore just in a t-shirt and underwear and I even don’t know what makeup products I have.

  I didn’t have time to do some things that I usually done before. “Mommy, I want to play.” My son yelled from his bedroom and I rolled my eyes. It’s the copy of his father, defiantly.

  After hours of staying with my child, feeding him, playing with him and repeat, I dropped him at my mom and I hurry home to get ready. I was planning to surprise Arón tonight. I wax myself and I put some makeup on my face. I dressed with a nice lingerie and I put a satin robe on. I order some food and I look on Netflix for his favorite series. He should be here in 30 minutes.

  I waited and I waited and I think I fall asleep on the couch because I woke up at half past midnight when I heard his keys unlocking the front door. “Hey, what are doing here?” he mumbled and he looks nervous. “I wanted to surprise you.” I look at the food, which is cold now and the TV who turned off by itself. “Sorry, I met an old friend on my way home and we stopped at a bar. I’m so tired.” I nodded and I go to bedroom. I dressed up of the lingerie and I put on my common pajamas. I take off my makeup and I put myself in bed beside him. “Good night.” I mumbled and I start to cry quietly. 

  Next day Arón was free so we took Áres from my mom and we come back home. He is playing with his son and I’m cooking the dinner when I cut my finger with the knife while I’m chopping some onion. “Puta mierda.” I cursed and Arón comes to check on me. “What happened?” he asked and I putting a bandage on my finger. “Nothing, I was inattentive.” “Sure you are okay?” I don’t know what was with me in that moment but I explode. “I’m fucking okay, Arón. And you are too. With your friend in the bar late in night, while your baby mommy is waiting for you.” I yelled and I see the little curly head of my son looking at us. “What’s the problem? We become boring, we don’t do things like we used to.” He yelled too and continue. “I need a fucking break, I’ve had enough of this family moment. You are always with our son, you don’t want to go anywhere cause we can’t bring Áres and you don’t slept with me because you are always tired.” He screams and our son started to cry. “¡Joder!” Arón cursed and I think I started to cry too. I took my son in his room and I tried to make him stop. After 20 minutes he fell asleep and I go back to kitchen to drink something. When Áres started to understand some words, we decided not to argue in front of him and also no yelling or fighting.

  He told me that I’m the problem and maybe I am, but he is the part of the problem too. I took a shot of tequila and I turned around when I see him coming. “I’m sorry” he apologized and I nodded. “Sure and next time to the same.” I replied sarcastically. “Babe, I’m really sorry, I’m very tired and you are tired and I don’t know. Before this family thing it was very simple.” I rolled my eyes out and I cursed. “You should have realized this before you fucked me without a condom. Plus, I know I gained some weight but I wanted to sleep with you and you got excuses, so don’t put this problem on my shoulders.” I said on a low voice. He rubs his forehead stressed and I put the dishes in the sink. I’m so furious right now because I want hit his face, that I love, so bad. “Forgive me, mi amor. Let’s make peace and love.” I grin and I let my head on the side. The situation changes drastically and now I’m in his arms, kissing each other like we are hungry. I miss him with all my body.

“We are crazy.” Arón says groaning and lift my t-shirt. He tastes my nipples and go down on my stomach. I blushed and I moaned because of his wet kisses. I take off his hoodie and I smell his cologne which I adore. “We are doing this in the kitchen?” I asked when he lifts me on the counter. “We aren’t old yet, so let me fuck you here.” He moaned when he pushed himself inside me. “I forgot how tight you are, baby. I missed you.” Arón kissed my forehead and moves faster and faster inside me making me moaning so load. “Lower baby, our son is sleeping.” He giggles and I nodded putting my hand on my mouth. “¡Joder!” we cursed in the same time and we cum. “I love you” I said and he smiled, kissing my lips and my cheeks. ”I love you, mi amor.” He replied and helped me to get down.

  In the morning I woke up with a good mood and I’m feeling like a different person. I put my hand in the space where my boyfriend should be but it’s empty. “Babe.” I said and I rub my eyes. He isn’t in the bedroom or balcony. I got up and first I will check my baby. “Áres, wake up baby, it´s time to shine.” I said and he groans and rolled in bed. I think he wants to sleep more. In the dressing room is a mess. Clothes throwed away everywhere, some voyage bags are took out messier and a lot of Arón stuff is missing. I search him everywhere, but he isn’t in the house. I found a letter on the dining table. His promise ring is on it. I take it in my hands and unfold it.

“My love,

I’m sorry, all the night I was thinking at my life, our life and it became very crowded. I left for a while and I’m trying to found myself. It’s too much for me. I love you and I love Áres, but I can’t handle anymore.”

Simple but with a big effect on me. I wanted in that moment to scream and hit everything is in this room. I take his ring, I wide open the window and I throw away the ring with my initials on it. “Fuck you, Arón Piper” I cursed screaming. I fell on the floor and I let my tears to blow out of my eyes. “Mommy, where is daddy and why are you crying?” his little voice is heard from the kitchen door and I get up wiping my tears with my hoodie. “Baby, daddy left with work for a while and he will come back soon, okay? You will stay with mommy.” He approves and I take him in my arms. “Love you, mom.” He kisses me on the cheek and plays with my messy hair. “I love you too, Áres.” I hugged him tight and I try to calm me down.

  After two weeks

Arón didn´t come home yet and I’m starting to believe he wouldn’t come at all. Áres is asking me everyday about him and I just tell him. “Papá loves you.” Then he goes to play or watch a movie. I talked with Danna and she told me that no one knows anything where he went. Today is my son birthday and he turn 5. He grown up so fast. “Áres, tell mommy what do you want for you birthday and mommy will buy it for you.” I said and I put the buttercream cake in the fridge. “I want papá to come home.” He said and bite from his sandwich. I soul fall apart when I heard what he said. I’m throwing a party for him today and I will love to have his father here with us, to be a family, but that isn’t to happened. “Uncle Miguel, auntie Mina and auntie Danna are coming to your party, aren’t you happy?” he nodded and get up. ”I want daddy.” He yelled and run to his room. Those weeks were so bad. I didn’t sleep and I didn’t eat too much. I feeling empty and every time I’m looking at my son, I see him.

  The party started, the kids are running everywhere, the entire home smells like pizza and fries. My son opened all his gifts and spares the wrapping paper all over the living room. “Look mom, uncle Miguel gifted me an Xbox.” He yelled and I turned around. “He’s five, he barely eats properly.” I laugh and the blonde guy smiled. “I like to see you smiling and laughing. You know we tried to talk with him, but he closed his phone.” I nodded sad and Danna squeeze my hand in hers. “You have Áres and he is the most important thing right now.” Mina said and hugged me. “Thank you, guys, for coming, you make my day better.” I said with tears in my eyes.

  After the party was over, Áres fell asleep quickly and I started to clean up the house. When I finish, I went to kitchen and I’m starting eat some cake. “You look damn fine in this dress.” I heard a masculine voice from behind me and I turn around scared. In my scary mood I hit, like an idiot, my face with the fork. “Arón. You came home.” I said and I hugged him tight. “Yes and I’m not living anymore. You two are my family and I realized that after I left. And now I’m here, ready to do what I supposed to do a long time ago.” He kissed me slowly and I explode in tears. “Close your eyes, amor.” He mumbled and I obeyed. “Now open.” I open my eyes and I see him in front of me kneeling. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N) do you marry me?” he asked on a shaky voice. “No.” I said serious and he gaps. “Of course I do, silly head, I’m just messing with you.” I laugh smiling and I kissed his miffed lips. He opens the little box that he kept it in his palm. A small ring with a small diamond on it, is now on my finger. “Love you for the eternity, mi amor.” He said and I kissed him. “Love you, Arón, the love of my life.” “And, also, I have a surprise. Maybe it’s not that happy but I found out today.” I mumbled and I open a drawer. “I’m pregnant again.” I hand it him the test and he smiled. “This time I’m not running and I’m so happy that I come home to my family. I can’t believe it we are going to be parents again.” He in shock and put the test down. “I hope it’s another strong boy.” I rolled my eyes and I put my hands on his shoulder. “I think it’s a girl this time.” 

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Baby Sitters (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

WOAH. omfg okay so I finally finished this. It took me forever but I finally did it. Now I can finish my other fics lol. Okay, so I hope you all enjoy this, it took me so long. As always send in requests if you have them. 

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x reader

Word Count: 5482

Summary: Reader is left in charge of babysitting Nala, Anthony and Jasmine’s puppy, for a week and Daveed comes to “help”.

Warnings: Cursing, smut, Nala (puppies should always be warnings)

MASTERLIST

“Yip! Yip!” Jasmine and Anthony’s new puppy, Nala, chirped as you walked into Jasmine’s apartment.

You bent down and Nala ran towards you, slipping on the hardwood floor. “Oh my god!” You picked the dog up when she was close to you. “Hi there, baby!” You said using a ‘baby’ voice. Nala kept yipping, and you almost started crying because of how adorable she was. “Who’s a good little girl? Who is it? It's you!”

Anthony sat on the couch, laughing as you immersed yourself into a conversation with the dog, asking her how her day went and if her daddy was being nice to her.

“Daddy was being nice to someone.” Anthony mumbled into the glass of water in his hand, a huge smirk evident on his face.

“Oh, gross. The baby can hear you, ass-wipe.” You chastised.

“She’s a puppy.” Anthony argued. “She doesn't understand what we’re saying yet.”

Both you and Jasmine gave Anthony a dirty look.

“My baby will not be learning your nasty language.” Jasmine said.

“But she can’t talk!”

“But she can understand! We will not be using inappropriate language as of today.”

You nodded your head, agreeing with Jasmine. Anthony rolled his eyes, but smiled at his girlfriend anyway. He turned his attention back to the T.V and Jasmine started talking to you.

“I have a favor to ask you.” She started.

You nodded your head. “What do you need?”

“Ant and I want to go out to the Bahamas, but we kinda don’t want to pay a lot to have someone take care of her.”

You sighed. “Jaz, just ask me.”

“Do you think you can babysit Nala while we’re on vacation?” Jasmine said, rushing her words hoping you couldn’t hear what she was asking. “We’ll totally pay you for it and-”

“Jaz, yes, of course I’ll take care of this angel.” You said, giving Nala a belly rub. Her tail wagged.

“Oh you're so great, Y/N! Thank you!” Jasmine said. She held her arms out for a hug, and you (reluctantly) placed the puppy on the floor and hugged Jasmine.

“When do you need me to start?” You asked.

Anthony and Jasmine both looked at each other.

“Um, tomorrow morning?” Jasmine said, with an apologetic smile on her face.

You sighed. “You waited last minute again, Jaz?”

“Sorry! We understand if you don’t want to.” Jasmine said.

“Are you kidding me? Of course I’ll still do it!”

Jasmine smiled again. “I love you so much!”

“You hear that, Ant? Your girl loves me.” You said, giving him a wink. He only rolled his eyes.

You placed Nala gently on the passenger seat of your car. “Okay, angel. We’re going to auntie Y/N’s house, alright? It's gonna be so much fun,” you said, as you started the car and drove slowly. “We’re gonna have so much fun, we’re gonna eat a lot of food, sleep all day, play all night-” You continued telling Nala about all the things you two would do over the weekend. Nala, of course, didn’t understand anything you were saying, and just went to sleep the entire car ride. But you still told her of all the things you two would be doing.

When you got home, you got right to work doing the things you’d told Nala you were doing.

You grabbed a bowl from your cabinet and filled it up with puppy food you’d taken from Jaz’s apartment. Nala began to jump up and down at the sound of food hitting the bowl. You giggled at the thought of Nala having already memorized the sound of food.

“You’re such a smart girl, aren’t you?” You said as you put the bowl down on the floor. Nala quickly ran to it and practically swallowed her food.

You sat at your kitchen table and opened your computer. You scrolled through FaceBook until Nala was done eating.

When she was finished, she ran up to your leg and head-butted it to get your attention. When you looked down she jumped up and down, happy that your were paying all your attention on her and only her.

You played with Nala for a bit, playing tug of war with the small rope Jaz had given you.

Nala got tired not soon after and fell asleep.

You smiled, then walked to your kitchen table to grab your computer, and sat on your couch to scroll through FaceBook some more.

An hour later, with Nala still asleep, you got a text message through iMessage on your computer.

“Y/N I’m bored come over” Daveed texted you.

“Can’t, I’m babysitting :)” You sent back.

“Why would you be babysitting when you could be hanging out with me???”

“Idk Daveed. You tell me” You said.

A ring came from your computer. “David Diggsy would like FaceTime.” popped up on your computer screen.

You shook your head while pressing the answer button.

“Really?” You said as Daveed was also saying,

“Hey sexy.”

“Wha- Excuse me, sir! I have a child in my presence!” You whisper-shouted, so as not to wake up Nala.

“Yeah, Y/N, I know. Nala. You wouldn’t stop posting about it on Snapchat.”

He was right. The entire day before was non stop Snapchat stories about how Anthony and Jasmine were gifting you with taking care of an angel.

You were starting to say something before Daveed interrupted. “Doesn’t matter. Come over.”

“I can’t. I’m babysitting Nala.”

“So just bring her over. You know I love dogs.”

“But she’s sleeping.” You said in a ‘duh’ tone.

“Just pick her up. She’ll just knock right back asleep when you put her in the car.”

“I can’t do that! How would you like it if I woke you up from a deep slumber just to throw you in a car?”

“If it was with you, I wouldn’t mind.” Daveed shrugged.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re such a romantic. But I have a solution.”

His eyes lit up. “What is the solution?”

“You come over.” You stated, pointing your finger at the screen.

“Wow, that’s such a smart idea. I’m surprised you thought of it.”

You rolled your eyes again. “See you here soon, asshole.” You hung up on him before he could say anything else.

20 minutes later, Daveed was knocking on your front door before using his key to get in your apartment.

“I hate that I gave that to you.” You said when he was inside.

“Oh shut up.” He said, walking over to give you a kiss on your cheek.

You blushed slightly, thankful that Daveed had already turned around. You knew that if he saw his little cheek kisses still made you blush he’d never let you hear the end of it. His ego would be blown through the roof.

“Where’s the angel?”

“Right here.” You said, standing up from your seat and flourishing your hands.

“Oh sorry. Correction: where’s the beautiful angel?”

You slapped Daveed on the shoulder before walking to the kitchen to grab some coffee.

“Really, Y/N? It’s 2 p.m.”

“I like coffee.” You said. You made Daveed his own cup and handed it to him.

“Thanks.”

“Oh, I thought it was 2 p.m.” You mocked.

“It’s okay for me, not for you.” He joked. You both laughed and sat watching Nala sleep.

“Are we really staring at a dog sleeping?” Daveed asked.

“Yes, I think we are.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. You were the one that wanted to hang out. I was fine just watching Nala by myself.”

“How about we-”

“If you say fuck, I’m gonna slap you in the face.”

“Fuck.” Daveed finished. You did just as you promised and slapped Daveed hard in the face.

“Oh, Jesus. Fine, not fuck. Make out.”

“Ew, even worse.”

“How is making out worse than having sex?”

“Because… I don’t know!” You shouted a little too loud. Nala shifted in her spot on the couch. Both of you sat completely still, making sure Nala stayed asleep.

“How about Scrabble?” He suggested.

“Hmm, nah. Battleship?”

“God no. Monopoly?”

“No, you cheat.”

“What? I don’t cheat.” Daveed argued.

“Yes, you do. You give yourself more money.”

“Then you be the banker.” He countered.

“No, I hate doing math.”

Daveed slapped his hands on his legs in frustration. “Fine. The Game of Life?”

“Ooooh. Yes!” You said. You both stood up, you to get comfortable at the kitchen table, Daveed to grab the game in your room.

“Y/N! I can’t find it!” Daveed called out.

“I’m coming!” You shouted, taking one last sip of your coffee before running to your room.

“Well I haven’t done anything to you yet, how are you coming already?”

“Shut up.” You said, walking into your room to find Daveed lying across your bed, in a ‘sexy’ position. Well anything Daveed did was sexy, but this pose seemed to be purposely sexy.

“What are you doing?” You asked, reaching into a huge bin full of board games that was in your room. You found The Game of Life pretty easily. “Did you even look?” You asked, holding the game out.

When you turned back to look at Daveed, you found him with his shirt off, in the same position as before.

“Daveed. What are you doing?”

“Trying to get your attention.”

“Put your clothes back on.”

“Take your clothes off.” He said, giving you a wink and sitting up.

“Stop!” You laughed when Daveed stood up and gave your shirt a hard tug. The pull brought you close to him, and Daveed pulled you even closer, making you fall on top of him.

“Can we go play The Game of Life now?”

“Yeah sure.” He said, reaching his head high so he could kiss your neck.

“Daveed!” You said, pushing him away (though not with so much effort, since his lips felt amazing on your neck.)

“Hmm...” He hummed against your neck.

“Stop.” You mumbled. “We said we were going to play the game.”

“We are. We’re about to play.”

“How is kissing playing the Game of Life?”

“Baby, I’m about to make life inside of you.”

“Daveed, that sounds fucking disgusting when you say it like that.” You laughed, now completely pushing Daveed away from you.

He groaned before following you as you walked out of the room, the board game in your hand.

Nala suddenly ran up to you.

“Yip! Yip!” She chirped, jumping around in a circle, happy now that there was another person for her to play with. She rested her paws on Daveed’s leg and stuck her tongue out before licking the denim of his jeans.

“Aw, hey Nala.” He said, picking her up. He nuzzled her nose and scratched her head, her favorite place to be pet.

Nala enjoyed the petting before she got bored and wiggled around, indicating that she was ready to be put down again.

You took her from Daveed and sat down, placing Nala in between your thighs on the seat.

“You gonna help me play, Nala?” You asked, petting her head. She closed her eyes in bliss as you set up the board with your free hand. Daveed sat down and didn’t help.

When the game was set up, the two of you played. Every once in awhile, when you got too comfortable playing the game and stopped petting Nala, she would try to climb on to the table. During the times when she was successful in jumping onto the table, she would mess up the game and you and Daveed had to figure out where everything was again.

“Nala, you have to stop, or Auntie Y/N can’t beat Uncle David.”

At the mention of the name David, Daveed looked up at you with an unamused face.

“What?” You asked innocently. He only rolled his eyes and continued his turn.

You, of course, beat Daveed, much to his dismay.

“This game is dumb anyway.” You said when Daveed seemed really disappointed. He ended the game having not gone to college (“I already went and I’m never going again”), got married to a man (because “It’s 2017”) and had five children with his husband.

You, on the other hand, went to college (“I couldn’t afford it when I was younger and I’d still like to go”), got married to a woman (“I mean, I’m pretty gay as it is, so I might as well marry a girl. Her name is Zendaya.” you said, pointing at the pink peg) and had 3 children.

“So what should we do now?” You asked. As if she could understand what you said, Nala jumped out of the chair and stumbled when her tiny body hit the ground. She ran to the couch, where some of her toys were and ran to Daveed with her rope in her mouth.

“Do you wanna play?” He asked. Nala just stood there with the toy still in her mouth. Daveed gripped it, and Nala immediately started tugging on it.

She and Daveed played for ten minutes before Nala got bored and ran off to choose another toy. She came back with a ball and this time went to you.

You played with her until she got bored again, and wanted to play with her rope again.

You and Daveed continued to amuse her for the rest of the day, not finding any time to hang out by yourselves (not that you wanted to, since taking care of Nala was the only reason you were brought onto the planet).

Eventually Nala tired herself out again, and fell asleep.

“She has so much energy.” Daveed commented. He took out his phone and checked the time. “Shit, it's late.”

You yawned. “You can stay over if you want.”

Daveed smirked. “Can I sleep with you in your bed?”

Rolling your eyes, you nodded your head. “Yes, you can. Now shut up and let’s go to bed.”

Daveed ran to the bathroom to take a quick shower and you waited patiently for your turn. When you were both ready, you got dressed in your pajamas: a long t-shirt. Daveed just put on a fresh pair of underwear (he had clothes at your house, you had clothes at his house).

Daveed, thankfully, didn’t try anything as you both got into bed. You laid down, and he swung an arm over your hip. You fell asleep quickly. 

The next morning, however, Daveed tried something.

You were barely awake before Daveed’s left hand was making its way into your shirt, grabbing onto your breast.

“Daveed.” You complained before his hand began massaging it.

“Want me to stop?” He grumbled into your ear, sleepiness still evident in his voice.

“No...”

You sucked in a quick breath as Daveed pinched your nipple. You unconsciously began rubbing your ass into Daveed’s lap, and he responded by biting your ear and pulling your nipple harder.

His other hand had no trouble moving under your weight, as it started moving downwards, slipping into your panties.

His index finger started making circles around your clit, and you started panting, wanting him to touch you more.

“Don’t stop.” You said. Daveed’s fingers stayed at the same pace, although his breathing quickened. You own hand moved behind you and gripped onto his length.

You felt a figure jump onto your bed. Daveed’s hands stopped and you opened your eyes to find Nala sitting next to you.

You both sighed (you and Daveed, not you and Nala) and sat up.

“Morning Nala.” You said. You grabbed her tiny body and began petting behind her ear.

Daveed got out of the bed, grumbling about Nala being a cockblocker and walked into the bathroom.

After a while, you got up yourself and made your way into the kitchen, Nala jumping down from the bed and following you.

You fed Nala and started making breakfast for you and Daveed. When Daveed finally came out of the bathroom, smelling of your minty toothpaste and still only wearing his boxers, he began helping you by putting bread into the toaster.

You both quickly finished breakfast and sat down to eat it. Nala, of course, wanted to try some of it.

“I’m only giving you a little piece of bread, alright? Bread isn’t good. It makes you fat.”

“Oh it does? Maybe that's why I’ve been gaining weight.”

You dropped your fork on your plate, making Nala jump. You looked at Daveed.

“What fucking weight have you gained?”

“I’ve gained some weight. And I haven’t worked out in a while.”

“Daveed Daniele Diggs. I’m pretty sure it's physically impossible for you to ever gain weight. So imma need you to shut up.”

“But I have.” Daveed said, shoving some bacon into his mouth.

You rolled your eyes and both of you finished your breakfast, making light conversation (did talking about the dangers of glass dildos count as light conversation?)

Nala, again, had knocked out, this time in front of the TV where she had been sitting watching Animal Planet (which Jaz had said was Nala’s favorite channel).

Daveed sat next to you, handing you a cup of coffee that he’d just made. You quietly sipped it while you watched the documentary on meerkats that was currently playing.

Daveed had another idea of what you both should do. He sat a little bit closer to you, his hand beginning to trail up your thigh. You kept your face to the screen, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. He began tracing letters on your thigh. You concentrated on what he was writing on your leg.

I… W… A… N… T… Y… O… U…

Your effort to ignore him started bothering him, and he started trying harder to get you to pay attention to him. He moved your hair away from you neck and started kissing it, giving a slow lick to your pulse point. His lips moved up, now biting your ear. You felt your head move to the side to give him better access, but quickly moved it back where it was. Daveed let out a disgruntled noise, but continued his actions. The hand that was tracing letters on your thigh started moving again.

O… P… E… N… Y… O… U… R… L… E… G… S

Daveed wasted no time waiting for you to do it yourself, and slowly moved one leg over to move his hand up your inner thigh. His fingers began to caress the sensitive skin there and you couldn’t contain the moan that escaped your lips.

Daveed chuckled, happy that he was finally able to break you. You decided that you were done playing games with him and opened your legs wider for him.

“Good girl.” He growled in your ear. His hand moved up until they reached the edge of your underwear. He moved the material aside and his thumb found your clit. You moaned the moment his finger made contact, and Daveed took that as his sign to continue. Not long after, Daveed slipped a finger into your wet core and began pumping it slowly into you. He managed to snake his other hand that was closest to you around to your neck, where he pulled your hair in order to pull your head back. This gave him easier access to your neck.

Daveed kept his finger at a steady pace, and soon added another finger. You were moaning and panting, and you couldn’t stand being in such an uncomfortable position.

You pushed Daveed away from you and he moved away as fast as he could.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to rush yo-”

“Shh,” you said, putting a finger over his lips. You swung a leg over his lap and sat until you were straddling him. You slammed your lips onto his and he didn’t hesitate to kiss back. You opened your lips and Daveed slipped his tongue in. Your body began to grind itself into Daveed’s growing cock. He groaned and gripped your hips so that he could control the speed.

Daveed broke away from the kiss. “Take this off.” he grunted, already attempting to actually rip your shirt off.

“Stop, I like this shirt.” You said, slapping his hands away from your torso. You took the shirt off yourself and the moment you threw it across the room, Daveed’s mouth descended onto your breasts.

“God, I love these.” He said, wrapping his mouth around your nipple. At the wet contact, your hips started grinding harder onto Daveed. The texture of his boxers felt amazing on your pussy, and you didn’t suppress the moans that escaped your lips.

Daveed moved until you were now sitting on the couch. He trailed kisses down your body until he reached your panties. He gave a few small licks on your underwear before taking them off with his hands. Thankfully, Daveed wasted no time before shoving his face into your pussy.

Your hands gripped onto his curly hair, pulling every time Daveed sucked on your clit.

“You taste so good,” He said. “So fucking good.”

You only moaned in response. Daveed’s fingers made their way back into your entrance and he pumped them in and out, at a much faster pace that had you climbing your way to your climax faster than before.

“I’m… so… clo- Oh my god!” You shouted as his fingers found your G-Spot. “Yes, yes, oh my god yes!”

Yelling was a mistake.

Daveed yelped and moved away from you. You quickly sat up to see what was the matter and saw Nala staring at Daveed.

She started growling at him, then barked. Daveed stared at her, shocked that Nala was acting this way.

But you knew exactly why she was acting that way, and you could do nothing but laugh.

“What a good girl!” You praised. You stood up and found your panties and shirt, putting them on quickly before picking Nala up. She quickly forgot that she was supposed to be intimidating and started licking your face.

“Why are you calling her good? She just bit me!”

“She thought you were hurting me. That’s why she bit you. She was trying to protect me.”

Daveed gaped at you. “Wha- I wasn’t hurting you!”

“I know you weren’t. But Nala obviously doesn’t understand what human pleasure sounds like. So to her, my yelling made her think you were hurting me.”

“Well then… Maybe I shouldn’t be here if she’s going to attack me now.”

“Don’t worry. She’s probably already forgot about it. Here, hold her.” You outstretched your arms so that Daveed could take her.

He cautiously plucked her from your arms and Nala started yipping happily. She licked Daveed’s face, obviously over whatever happened before.

“Wow.” Daveed said before putting Nala back down on the ground. “Well, it's good to know that she at least has your back.”

“Mhm.” You said, walking over to Daveed. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tried to kiss him before he pulled away.

“I’m kinda out of the mood now. She bit me pretty hard.”

“A four month old puppy bit you hard?”

“Yes. It hurt.” He said defensively. You rolled your eyes.

“Fine, I was going to give you a blowjob but I guess not.”

Daveed’s eyes widened before he sighed. “Damn it.”

You giggled and sat back on the couch. Nala jumped up with you, her chew toy in her mouth.

“Okay Nala. Only for a little bit, okay?”

Of course, as it always was with Nala, you didn’t play with her for a little bit. The rest of the day was spent throwing her toy across the room. At around 3:00 in the afternoon, you and Daveed took her out for a walk. Daveed bought you ice cream as you guys walked back to your apartment. Chocolate chip cookie dough for you, and rocky road for him.

“Can I try it?” Daveed asked, pointing at your ice cream.

“You don’t know how cookie dough ice cream tastes?”

“I- No.”

“Liar.” You accused.

“So?” He said. You both stopped to let Nala smell another dog that passed by her. You were busy paying attention to Nala, so you didn’t notice Daveed reaching his head over to lick your ice cream.

You noticed just as his tongue touched your ice cream and you quickly moved it away from him. Unfortunately, you swung your ice cream too hard and the scoop fell out of the cone. You stood there, gaping at your ice cream.

“You fucker. Give me your ice cream.”

“It’s still good! Five second rule!” He shouted.

“No. Give me your ice cream.”

Daveed sighed but complied. You happily licked the ice cream, while Daveed bit into your empty cone sadly.

“I just wanted one lick.” He grumbled.

You only smiled and patted his shoulder.

Back at your apartment, you and Daveed ordered takeout.

“I want some Thai.” He said, picking up one of the Thai menus you had laying around your coffee table.

“We had Thai last week. Can we try that Cuban restaurant that’s around the corner? I think they do takeout.”

“Uhh, how about no?” He said, looking through more of the menus.

“Ooooooh, let’s do that Guatemalan restaurant we tried a few weeks ago!”

Daveed shrugged his shoulders. “That sounds fine.”

You cheered and stood up to grab your cell phone. Daveed took it from you when you sat back down on the couch and ordered the food himself.

You both watched Animal Planet until the food arrived 20 minutes later.

“The last time we ordered from there, they took an hour to get here.” You said, sitting down on the couch and already taking the food out.

“That’s cause they’re pretty far from here.” Daveed answered, standing up to get forks from your kitchen. You waved the plastics forks up in the air as Daveed walked back with the real forks in his hand. He shrugged and sat back next to you.

“Then why did they take much less time this time?” You asked, taking out the carne asada from the bottom of the bag.

“They have another restaurant closer now.”

You nodded your head. “We should totally go there next time. Like physically.”

Daveed nodded his own head and shoved rice into his mouth. You both sat in silence for a while, just eating your food and watching Nala stare at the TV screen. Maybe Jasmine was right; Animal Planet seemed to be Nala’s favorite thing.

When you were both done eating, you laid your head on Daveed’s shoulder and he changed the channel to a movie. You didn’t recognize the movie, but watched it anyway. After a while, you began to feel sleepy. It was around 9:30 at night, but you had done a lot that day. Your eyes started falling, and you let them. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep.

Daveed hadn’t noticed. After a scene played, he turned to tell you whatever fact he knew about the scene when he noticed you were knocked out.

He smiled to himself. You always looked so beautiful when you were asleep. So peaceful and quiet. Much different than when you were awake. You could definitely drive him crazy. But he loved you for it.

He slowly moved your head from on top of him to lay on the sofa. When he stood up, he bent down to pick you up. You stirred but didn’t wake up. Daveed gently laid you on your bed, pulling the covers up to your chin. He placed a kiss on your cheek. He stared at you for a few seconds, watching you sleep.

Jesus, how is she mine? Daveed asked himself.

The next morning, you woke up smelling bacon. With no hesitation, you jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen.

Daveed stood in front of the stove, no shirt on, with just a towel wrapped around his waist. There were still droplets on water falling from his body.

“Is it my birthday?” You asked, walking to Daveed and putting your arms around his waist. He moved the hand that was holding the pan to hug you quickly before going back to cooking.

“I woke up pretty early, so I thought I could make you breakfast.”

“Mmmm, are these done?” You asked, pointing at the bowl full of cooked bacon. You reached over to grab one before Daveed smacked your hand.

“No. Wait until everything is finished.”

“I hate you.” You said. In response, Daveed kissed you on the cheek.

It didn’t take him long to finish cooking. You both sat down to eat, when Nala, once again, came bouncing up to you, asking for some bacon.

“Nala...” You moaned, giving up a slice. She happily chewed on it before asking you for more. When you denied her, she moved on to Daveed, who gave her some too. She kept asking you both for bacon until it was all done.

You and Daveed took her for another walk. Back home, Nala ran around the apartment, keeping herself occupied.

It didn’t take long for you and Daveed to continue what happened the day before, now in the bedroom. Daveed had his cock ready to slide into you before Nala came bounding up to you both, looking for a playmate.

“Nala!” Both of you groaned. You considered telling Daveed to just ignore her and keep going, but it felt weird to have the puppy staring at the two of you… doing it.

And this continued on the rest of the week. It was like she sensed when you and Daveed were ready to have sex and decided to ruin it.

On Saturday, Jasmine texted you saying that they were back and you could bring Nala back home.

When you got there, Daveed in tow, you dropped Nala (gently) on the floor.

“I can’t do this again.” You said dramatically.

Jasmine frowned, looking confused. “What happened?”

“We couldn’t do anything!” Daveed said.

“What do you mean? She likes going out and if you left her by herself for an hour or two she would be fine-”

“No, Jaz, I don’t think they mean that.” Anthony said, giggling.

“What- Oh!” Jasmine burst out laughing.

You and Daveed stared at the couple, angry that they would find something so serious funny.

“Oh god! I should’ve warned you she likes to interrupt.”

“It would’ve been nice.” You sighed.

“Well, shoo.” Jasmine said, physically shooing you guys out as if you were flies. “You guys complain about not getting laid but you finally get the chance and you choose to stand here and continue to complain?” She finished pushing you both out of the apartment and slammed the door in your faces.

With no hesitation, you and Daveed ran to your car. Daveed was already pulling off his shirt before he even got in the backseat. Once he was in the car, you moved over him until you were straddling his waist. He practically ripped your shirt off your body then began kissing down your chest. You moaned and started grinding your hips down onto his body. Daveed moaned with you and things started getting more heated.

A hard knock on the window made you yelp. You both turned around to find a police officer standing next to your car. You quickly moved off of him, covering your chest while looking for your shirt. Daveed opened the door, putting on his own shirt.

“Hello, officer.” He said politely. Once you were fully clothed, you followed Daveed outside.

You noticed an old lady was standing behind the officer, her arms folded and her face angry.

The police officer told you both off for public indecency and let you off with a warning. You apologized to the old lady, who very rudely told you both that having sex in a car was both disgusting and disrespectful.

“Jesus is watching you know! He was looking down, staring at your boyfriend kissing you so… dirty.” She rambled. When she finally left, you and Daveed stepped back into the car, this time in the front and on opposite sides of the car.

“Maybe we should’ve waited until we got home.” Daveed mumbled.

“Or maybe we should’ve gone back to the Denny’s parking lot.” You joked, looking at Daveed with a smirk and giving him a wink.

“If I recall correctly, we got caught there too.”

“Yeah, but by Lin and Vanessa. And they didn’t stop us, sooo...”

Daveed laughed while you started the car.

Back home, you both finally got to continue what you couldn’t for an entire week.

“Finally.” Daveed whispered after you both finished coming down from your highs.

“Oh, shut up.” You laughed. You turned your back to him and he wrapped his arms around your waist, playing the big spoon like always.

You both slept soundly now that Nala wasn’t there to ruin your sleeps.

And that was the last time you babysat Nala for so long.

[mydarlingfelix]

Get to know me tag(s)!

Tagged by: @hyunjinh  @felox-the-great @jaeffreyy @squishywoojin @welcometochanskitchen @dabkingfelix @mosquitofelix

Hi! I’m Summer btw (Ik it’s not in my bio), but I just go by Sum or other nicknames lol *I also just put multiple “get to know me” tags in 1 lol THIS IS A SUPER LONG POST IM SORRY However thank you for tagging me!! I Love you all soOoOo much!

Bold Thingy Tag

1ST RULE: tag 9 people you want to get to know better

I think everyone done this already fkjdjgb

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true.

APPEARANCE: - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo -I have at least one piercing - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair (idk it’s growing) - My abs are at least somewhat defined - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY: - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY: - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory - I am good at doing maths in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES: - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in a orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month (Lucy wanted to be drawn for her bday and I did a watercolor portrait thing ig? for her) - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority- I do some form of Martial arts

EXPERIENCES: - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol- I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event- I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

MY LIFE: - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend - I live close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling (I have like 5)- I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smart phone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS: - I am in a Relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity (?) - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a Relationship (not a healthy one at least)- I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily (It’s disgusting, wtf is wrong with me. I don’t need feels) - I have had a crush for over a year (Umm kinda he’s just really really cute. I talked to Dain about this before) - I have been in a relationship for over a year (but not currently) - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM: - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages - I have made a new friend in the past year

Alphabet Soup Tag

A: Age - “I’m 19, you fight me?” B: Birthplace - Cali C: Current time - As I’m during this 1:26pm D: Drink you had last - Water, but also Thai Tea Boba E: Easiest person to talk to - F: Favorite song - None G: Grossest memory - My cousin’s and I were doing a auntie and niece day and went theMall and I saw this girl throw up on the second floor in Forever 21. I felt sorry for the workers...  H: Hogwarts house - G I: in love? - nah, never gonna happen J: Jealous of people? - It’s only a human aspect, you’re only truly horrible if you do something nasty to others because of that feeling K: Killed someone? - Not yet lmfao L: Love at first sight or should I walk by again? - No thank you M: Middle name - Summer N: Number of siblings - 5 O: One wish - None P: Person you called last - My mom Q: Question you are always asked - Idk tbvh R: Reason to smile - Idk things make me happy S: Song you sang last - The Unit No way (I dont remember the unit colors)  T: Time you woke up - 6:43am  U: Underwear color - White  V: Vacation destination - South Korea, Japan, & idk the other one, but honestly my goal is to visit all my mutuals before I died lmfaooo W: Worst habit - Not caring, sleeping in, getting distracted easily, being anixious all the time.  X: X-rays - Teeth Y: Your favorite food - I have a lot... Z: Zodiac sign - Gemini

🥛 Colour(s) I’m currently wearing: Black... Just a lot of black (I need to stop wearing sm black omg)  🍥 Last band t-shirt I bought: I don’t ever buy clothes for myself, idk when was last time? Maybe during the Got7 concert?  🥛 Last band I saw live: Got7 (Fly In LA: Day 1) and Paradise (A Hmong Band)  🍥 Last song I listened to: Rn I’m listening to The Unit’s Cherry on Top  🥛 Lipstick or chapstick: Idk... I wear lip tints.  🍥 Last movie I watched: Ever Wonder? (idk it’s a true story about the creation of wonder women)  🥛 Last 3 TV shows I watched: Wanna One Go, Wanna One x Aimgo TV, and The Unit 🍥 Last 3 characters I identified with: Kora, Steven Universe, & Ken Kaneki (idk for this part, I never thought about this fkdfdkgd)  🥛 Book I’m currently reading: Books for my classes njfdkjd 

What’s my name? (Imma just put my initials) 

M. S. L.

What’s my nickname?

Sum, SumSum, SumShine, Summahh Girl, Tsumdere, Chee, 

How old am I?

“I’m 19, you fight me?”

What got me into Kpop?

SJ- Sorry Sorry, but Got7 made me offically stay and learning everything about the kpop fandom

What’s my favourite Kpop group?

Rn W1 (the most)

Who’s my ultimate bias?

Park Jihoon

What groups/artists do I stan?

Too many to count, you all can ask my personally if you want lol

What groups/artists do I casually listen to?

A lot, I try to be diverse, but what’s good music is good music to me. Feel free to suggest me some :D

What artists do I listen to that aren’t Kpop?

Ahh I’m lazy, but just good sounding music. Calvin Harris just popped up in my head. fknfkjskfnj 

Who’s my bias and bias wrecker from my ultimate group(s)?

Omfg

Wanna One: Park Jihoon & Kang Daniel

JBJ: Kim Donghan & ??? (They’re all messing me up rn)

SK: Felix & I think Hyunjin? Idk

What’s your favourite song(s) to sing/hum?

It’s recently been Chungha’s roller coaster lol and The Unit songs  

What are your favourite flower/tree/plant (all 3 or whatever you have an answer to)?

I really love plants and flowers in general, however Peonies are one of my many faves!! 

Favourite colour(s)?

Pink, blue, purple, black, white, and gray

What do you always doodle (if you ever do)?

Umm yeah I always doodling, but I try not to because I want to be able to focus in class haha. 

How do you take your coffee/tea? If you don’t like those what’s your fav warm drink?

It probably like 20% coffee and 80% french vanilla cream nfksjfgsbjg sometimes I add a lil milk too 

Favourite candle scent?

Anything flowery, but i really like sweet pea smell lol. I don’t any candles yet, so I don’t quite know which I like more yet. Soorrryy

Sunrise or Sunset?

Sunset! The colors are soo pretty and like it doesn’t require me to wake up from my sleep lmfao. The transitions of day and night it just so beautiful! and the stars that start peeking through the dark sky! 

What perfume do you wear if any?

I don’t wear perfume? I have them at home but in my opinion I feel like if you’ve showered and smell nice why try to mix more scents onto you?? and I don’t really need it? DONT WORRY I AM CLEAN NFJSNJF idk if I make any sense

What’s your go to dance move when you’re alone?

-

Favourite quote?

“The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.” ― Carl Sandburg 

&  “We ran as if to meet the moon.” ― Robert Frost  

& also 

“The moon and stars just for you my love” - Me lol 

Favourite self care thing(s) or routine(s)?

Umm... Drawing. Showering and putting a face mask afterwards. Painting my nails. It’s more like small things, especially like painting my nails and drawings are things I can’t do often because I try to focus on school, because ik I’m bad at focusing. Sleeping and reminding to just eat, when I get too busy and focused I tend to skip meals. njfkdsnfj s

Fuzzy socks or House slippers?

OMFG BOTH THAT’S LIKE THE BEST COMBO! I have these pinky and purple house slippers I got aND IT’S FUZZY KSFJ SK IT’S SOOO CUTE OMG!! I love. nfjdnfd 

What colour are your eyes? 

Dark Brown

What’s your favourite eye colour on others?

Hazel, black, and gray

Favourite season? why?

Autumn and Winter (Ik contradicts with my name) but I love the rain! and cloudy weather! The sound of rain is calming and being inside while hearing the rain is nice. I really love Spring too when the flowers begin to bloom and like it’s a fresh type of feeling when spring hits lol.

Cheek, neck or nose kisses?

SJFNKFS Honestly depends on my mood  (´•/// ω \\\•`) but I like cheek kisses because softtt

What does your happy place look like?

My room on a rainy day with my fairy lights flickering

Favourite breed of dog?

YO OKAY SO I SAW THIS FB POST ABOUT THIS DOG BEAR AND I WANT A DOG BEAR IDK WHAT THEY’RE CALLED JKFDFHKSF. My dad is a dog breeder as a side business, so I grew up with pitbulls, pocket pits, american bull dogs, frenches, and now ‘exotics’ are the trend atm. 

Do you ever want to be married? If so what colours would you pick for your wedding theme?

Umm yes and no? I’m not sure. If I have an American wedding I like to stick to a traditional white with maybe a peach and light pink here and there, but for sure I would love to do a traditional Hmong wedding. 

Silk or Lace?

Silk feels nice, but I like lace too :)

Favorite weather?

SF type of weather 

[odinsblog]

Ugh. This weekend I got into such a heated argument with my great aunt, and I always feel sO bad for arguing with my elders

It was about Bill fucking Cosby

She thinks "those women are lying" and that "no woman goes to a man's room alone if she doesn't want something"

Like.......that's so patently wrong it left me momentarily speechless. Completely stunned. But it’s me, so you know that didn’t last very long

My family doesn’t like arguing, but when we dO mix it up, we tend to get knee deep. We went back and forth 

me: ALL 60 women are lying? All of them???

her: Maybe

me: BUT HE ADMITTED TO DRUGGING THEM 

her: if a woman goes into a man's room alone then she should expect...

me: WHAT ABOUT ME? Do you think women should be afraid of being alone with mE? Because I'm telling you, it happens ALL the time and somehow I manage not to drug and rape them

her: do you think people don’t lie on black men? ask Emmett Till’s momma what she thinks about that. if you were in Bill Cosby's spot I would defend you just as hard, because I know you wouldn't ever do anything bad like that

And that moment was when it really clicked for me. For a lot of older black women, defending black men is in their DNA. It's just what they dO. They *always* defend us. Always. And LOL half of us soo don’t deserve that kind of loyalty

Please don't get me wrong. I am not excusing Cosby, but it's almost impossible to overstate the level of (unreciprocated) "Ride or Die" in most black women. Sometimes I think that kind of diehard support—even when it's undeserved—is the only reason our race made it through the Middle Passage, slavery, Reconstruction, Jim Crow, the War on Drugs, and right up to today, through the so-called “post-racial” era where sO many unarmed black men are being gunned down & executed by the police

Black women STAY riding for black men. Weekends, vacations, holidays, 24/7/365. And iMho way too many times we are noooot worthy

Yeah yeah yeah, I know: inherent in my aunt’s mindset is a lot of internalized misogyny, respectability politics, patriarchy, etc. but we’ve been having this argument ever since the news broke, and more than it frustrates me that I can't get through to her, it just makes me sad

Now my cousin, who's a girl and about 10yrs younger than me, now SHE understood and completely agreed with me....but she simply wasn't gonna argue with auntie. Smart girl. Smarter than me, apparently (LOL nobody ever got rich off of arguing with black women to their face)

Sorry if it’s showing, but I was raised up with my mom, sisters and a lot of women Pentecostal preachers for my formative years, soo...

Anyway, imagine my fucking surprise when two minutes later I got into it with my cousin, about Chris Brown. She said, "Well Rihanna isn't exactly perfect. She bears **some** responsibility for what happened too"

I was ready to fucking SCREAM

You'll never hear me shitting on my generation or millennials (at 33 I feel like I’m officially too old to continue calling myself a millennial) or younger people, except for this: in what I believe is a genuine desire to be fair to everyone, I've noticed a "blame both sides equally" mentally in a lot of younger people? And I do not fucking approve !!! Don't be afraid to assign responsibility (blame) where it's due. Just be honest and the rest will sort itself out

So I impatiently listened to everything my cousin had to say on Rihanna, and when she was finished I pulled out my phone and asked her to read this post. And she said, OMG I didn't know it was *that* bad (in fairness to her, my cousin was around 15 or 16 when it happened. in fairness to me though, google and the fucking internet)

Look, I'm not tryna make it seem like I'm: Odin, woke male feminist™ because trust me, I'm not. My fiancee will be the very first one to tell errbody that I fuck up a shit ton. Constantly. I still catch myself “mansplaining” things, and I'm still learning about this whole womanism (aka intersectional feminism) thing.....but.....if push ever comes to shove, I’m telling you right here, and right now: if you’re ever in doubt, BELIEVE WOMEN. And especially believe BLACK women when they're trying to set you straight on the intersection of sexism and racism. No, they aren’t monolithic, and yes, sometimes individual black women might get it twisted (sellouts like Omorosa, or neoliberals like Joy Reid), but basically yeah....believe women and you’ll be right a lot more often than you’re wrong 

Anyway, those were just two convos I had that I shouldn't have had to. My great aunt is in her late 70s, so I don't have a lot of hope that I'm ever gonna change her mind. But my cousin? She's a different story, so I'm not gonna go "shit is fucked up and everything is bad"....because despite being black in America, amazingly I'm still an optimist at heart

SN: anyone who talks shit about my aunt or my cousin gets blocked instantly

[steamishot]

Weekend recap

friday - dropped my parents off in monterey park to go on their chinese tour trip with their friends. had to wake up at 5:10am and pick their couple friends up along the way because my dad offered. it was interesting hearing their conversations. my “auntie” was talking about how their friends bought big homes (3-4 rooms) but it’s extra work now that their kids have moved out. more work has to be done for cleaning and maintenance and it might have been a better idea just to get a small, one bedroom place. they talked about how now that they’ve reached 60, to focus on a decade at a time, and try to enjoy themselves from 60-70. once they reach 70, they can reevaluate again. 

on saturday, b and i attended the cambodia town film festival. my saturday was quite packed so i almost started to dread driving far out to long beach and questioned if i still even wanted to go. i also slept awkwardly the night before, so i had an uncomfortable stiffness in my neck all day. every time this neck stiffness happens, it affects my whole body and energy level. i was anxious because i left my house later than anticipated (bc facetiming with matt), and i get anxious when i’m late to events lol. finding parking was also hard too, which made me even more anxious. on top of that, i was afraid of running into my ex, any of his friends/family or anyone that i may know. 

anyway, we made it on time and caught a short film about a czech lady who longed to host a cambodian family after hearing about the khmer rouge. she empathized with them because her country went through something similar. the film was quite slow and it took some time for me to relax and get into it. i was also distracted by my hunger and thirst. luckily, during the break before the main movie premiered, we got to stop by the falafel shop next door and pick up some pretty good food/snacks! by the time we were back, i was more comfortable, relaxed and ready to enjoy the movie. i was immediately engaged in the movie, and it was very easy to follow and watch. the soundtrack was beautiful and parts of the movie were so heavy and emotional i wanted to cry. 92 minutes went by in an instant. we were grateful to be able to stay afterwards for a Q&A session with the directors, producers, and of course, ellen wong! i was really excited to see her in person, and she’s prettier in real life imo. the directors of CTFT were also there. one was praCh ly, a rapper who apparently was rumored to have a relationship with angelina jolie (i found out after looking him up). when the questions were open to audience, there was a middle age cambodian man who said, “this movie really touched my heart. thank you for making it. i want to know, where in cambodia did you film it?” it was like being in adult/post-college UKS and i had a sense of belonging to this community. there was also a panel afterwards, descendants of genocide survivors. 

b and i got a pic with ellen wong. initially, i was scared to go up to her because i wasn’t sure what i’d say. thankfully b is more courageous than i am and we got it. :) the first thing we said to her was, “we’re chinese cambodian too” and ellen goes, “ME TOO!”. it was my first time meeting/talking to a celebrity, and i’m glad it was her. i’ve seen her as knives chau in scott pilgrim, and thought she looked familiar/like she’s one of my people. never questioned it until recently. just learned a few months ago that she’s also teochew, chinese parents from cambodia, and started fangirling her since. lucky to have it play out like this. i drove home starstruck.

since my parents are out of town, i ate dinner at a thai restaurant with my uncle and grandma, then headed back home to prep/pack for paint nite at L’s place. b came over and we picked s up before heading over to meet L and LC. paint nite was therapeutic. great snacks and wine. L asked a lot of questions to kinda get to know everyone on a deeper level. we painted from like 7:45pm to 10pm and got kicked out of the common room when it closed at 10. at that point, most people were like 70-98% done. i was like 98% done lol. i admire L for being mature and having her shit together, and as i was leaning towards building that life for myself, i started becoming more annoyed at b, who is more wild spirited and all over the place. however, i appreciated b more last night. she’s definitely one of a kind and its nice to have her at parties because she does make things more fun. she even got us/L to go out to a bar (at which we only stayed like 30 min lol). i ended up getting home around 1am, which is late for me. it was refreshing to go out and see people at bars/nightlife, even though it drained me being in the environment. it’s nice once in a while to absorb others’ youthful energies and not be such a grandma all the time.  

sunday- even though i only had 6-7 hours of sleep, i woke up feeling good. my stiff neck went away and i got up to get ready for my UX dim sum event. i attended this event with my indian mama. the event was interesting and basically what we practiced in class. our workshop was a mix of those who have been to dim sum many times before/grew up with it and those who are first or second timers. we shared our observations, interviewed each other, and shared more/new observations. we tackled the problems in the design that we discovered, such as- how do we even know what each dish is? what’s in each dish? and we explored the cart system and difficulties of ordering. it was really cool to view dim sum in a new light. i don’t see any of the proposals we came up with being used in 626, where it’s predominately asian, but it might be useful in like chinatown, cerritos, south bay, etc where there the customers are less homogenous (i think). it made me realize how inclusive dim sum is. you go in, and there’s no instruction on how the system works. no friendly staff to be like, “is this your first time here? blahblahblah”. you just have to figure it out on your own, or rely on people who have been there before to teach you. 

in our table of 14 today, i sat in between my indian mama and a mexican/german UX researcher girl. it was my indian mama’s first time and the UX researcher’s second time at dim sum. part of what makes the experience fun and interesting is getting to see others experience dim sum for the first time. as a dim sum “veteran”, i also take on the role of the caretaker, explaining what each dish is to the best of my knowledge, and helping them out with chopsticks/grabbing food. 

design thinking is not easy. i still tend to be timid and not speak up in group environments, and i feel self conscious that i’m not contributing enough. i’d definitely feel more comfortable once i’ve seen and worked with the same people before, but i’m still shy at the beginning. from what i’ve seen today, your presentation skills/ability to articulate an idea well really matter a lot. the others in the workshop were able to make everyone laugh as they were explaining their ideas, whereas i was more serious and mousy - and therefore not very fun. oh well, i’m glad i did something out of my comfort zone today. :) made me happy to also be with my indian mama when she tried dimsum and half and half for the first time. 

[nerv-vortex]

2 YEARS LATER

What's up guys... this is kinda awkward m just typing whatever come to my head right now, sooo have I matured since then? Nahh...do I still call myself vortex? Yhhh, do I still talk to people on the internet? Yhhh, will I ever stop talking to people on the internet? Yhhh.....wait NOOOOO. Chill guys m joking. I mean I feel like I've matured like I've reduced the amount of games I play, but like I can't even be considered as being a kid for playing games because gaming is such a big part of our generation now, so like fuck those parents and aunties that come to your house n asks you that stupid rhetorical question "how old are you" or "are you a kid"? Like you don't k is what what this generation has come to. Oohhhhh look at me typing about generations and shit. And I promise I didn't start talking about generation just to make me seem all grown up I was genuinely complaining. okay okay that's enough complaining for today. Sooo what's up guys? How's it going? Why am I acting like 200000000 people are going to read this lol you guys all skipped reading that number cuz you don't know what it is..... and now most of you are going to go back to it and try to prove yourseves wrong, It's okay don't even know what the number is I just added alot 0's. But for real no-one is going to actually read this except for those people who I go up to on discord and a few irl friends n be like... "YOU GUYS WANA READ MY TUMBLR POST" and most of you probably don't give a shit but your just gunna read it anyway because just like me they also have nothing to do with their life. DUDE I've realised say "Like" alot, like just paused Nd read through what I've written so far and the amount of "like's" I've used is unbelievable... I mean it's believable cuz I did it but u know what I'm trying to say. Okay I'm gunna set my self a goal and try not to use "like" in like every fucking sentence....wait I think that's the first time I swore in this fine piece of written text I'm typing up right now, I feel like a badass. Urrrmmm what she'll we talk about now.....hmmmm let's see. Oh yhhh so I was in bed right like I just woke up...yup I used "like" again but whatever, okay so I was in bed and sometimes I sleep butt naked because it's too hot at night and I was lying down on the left side so my butts sticking out on the right side and I had my right hand on my bum and I was just thinking to my self what would happen if my butt cheeks were stitched together? Yhhh this is so fucking awkward why am I writing about this I just want to make it super long and now I'm just throwing in bullshit of things I think about on a daily basis.

OKAY.... so after telling that retarded butt story I paused took like a 2 hour break and was like I'm gunna type the rest up later because I couldn't think of anything to right and I was just fiddling with my phone and YOU WILL NOT BELIBE WHAT HAPPEND.... I closed the tumblr tab..bitch my heart just stopped how was I gunna type that all up again ??? For 3 min I was just debating whether to type it up again or not, BUT I HAD TOLD PEOPLE THAT I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF TYPING THIS..... wait how did I tell people OH YH THATS RIGHT. I took a FUCKING screenshot and my story or whatever this is and sent it to people on Snapchat so I opened Snapchat and typed the whole of the first paragraph again. For most of it I compromised but I feel like I've made it better then what it originally was. I guess it's time for a break and then I'll move on to my third and final paragraph.

Can you guys believe it's been 2 years since I typed up my last tumblr post I was 18 and now I'm 20 I have not changed I don't think I ever will tbh (to be honest) but it's scary because sometimes I think to myself.. imagine if I'm 50 and Ims till acting like a fucking teenager. Should I stop typing? I think this is enough. Meh I'm just gunna Carry on typing. Just to let you guys know I started typing this up at like 7am and it is now 12:25... And I'm still in my bed I should have just went to work my boss is probably gunna look at me in a funny way when I walk in tomorrow. The excuse I used was I have a doctor's appointment at 12:05 and that I'll try co come in after the appointment I thing you guys and my boss both know I'm not gunna come in, I added the :05 to make it seem legit ;)... I guess it's time to say goodbye.... this is so awkward I'm just gunna stop typing and press post...BYE GUYS!!