#shut the fuck up jaz lol

[gremlin-elrics]

hi 🏋🏽‍♂️🏋🏽‍♂️ i have not said a gotdamn bloody word on tumblr since april but @ anon in my inbox? youre so valid and good and i will post ur asks soon. also hi guys um…. wass good ??? 😗😗

[redpool]

ECLIPSE

RILEY MY BABY

RILEY MY LOVE

how do you expect me to be mad at that?

his neck, oh my god

yuckies

ew stop

I don't want to see that.

she said no.

SLAY CHARLIE

YES, CALL OUT YOUR CODEPENDANT DAUGHTER!!!

I mean yeah, but like why are you pushing this so much?

no shit

Jesus fucking Christ.

ANGELA MY LOVE

don't be a bitch

see what I mean! new hair style every movie.

codependant

RUN EMMETT RUN

GO JAZ GO

oooo Emmett v Paul

why are you acting like I give a hoot about Jacob?

smh

EMBRY!!!!!

GASP LEAH MY LOVE

shut up

leave her alone JaCoB

oh god Seth is 15

for fucks sake

oop

eyeroll

RILEY

RILEY MY LOVE

what's that crest on his bracelet?

the brown/black eyes make me uncomfortable

god, i need to learn the fur colours

lol

'doesn't he own a shirt?'

please stop.

HURL

BABY SETH!!!!

LEAH MY LOVE

EMBRY MY LOVE

PAUL MY LOVE

I want to hear more of the tribe's stories, they're more interesting than this stupid love story.

fucks sake Riley

shes only a baby

what the fuck

ew

oh shit.

pfft

scoffs

dude

stop telling her how she feels.

eyeroll

hurl

barf

DUDE

lol

Em

Rose, my love.

Rose, my baby.

*jaw clench*

ah ok, so she didn't drink from them she just killed them.

RILEY!!!

DEMETRI!!!

JANE!!!!

ALEC!!!

FELIX!!!

RILEY!!!

go Jess!

ANGELA MY BABY!!!!

EMBRY!!!!

you can't apologize for forcing a kiss on someone

oh my fucking god

i'm going to shoot my self

BABIES!!!

MONTAGE!!!!

HA

ew, stop flirting

lol

this scene gets me every time, she's petting Taylor in a green suit

Jasper backstory!

BaTtLe ScArS

why are we just letting him get away with that

We really need to have a chat about the whole confederate soldier thing

ew

aw Jaz

awe

awe

oh my god

woah

how can you not see that this relationship is not normal?

*snort*

oh my fucking god, don't you start.

exactly FUCK LOVE TRIANGLES

polyamory is a thing you know

brOTP

ew

i'm gonna go get water, and not pause the movie

he said no

HE. SAID. NO.

oh my god.

glasses are coming off.

i am blind

don't you get mad at him, he said no.

oh, my fucking god.

oh, my god, Edward Cullen on Bridgerton.

look at him, he's so happy!

little Ry-Ry why can't you see that you're being manipulated?

stop, stopping in the middle of your sentances.

yeah, it really looks like it

lovely

oh my god

he's only a baby.

good one

I'll give you that one, it was funny

shut up

eyeroll

I fucking hate you

oh my god, just date both of them

now kiss

just kiss already jeez

SETHY MY BABY!!!

eyeroll

oop

exactly

tbh i feel really bad right now (for jacob)

ew, never mind

you are literally engaged; you've been engaged for like 2 days and you're already cheating oh him??

what the actual fuck

no fucking shit

"I don't know what happened.' YOU LITERALLY FUCKING ASKED HIM TO KISS YOU?!?!

woah

punch him so hard his head came off, that was so cool

thx Jake

whos that? was that Paul? WHO IS THE GREY WOLF!?!?!?

i swear Riley, if you hurt that baby, i'll forgeet that i like you.

oh, she remembered the Tribe's story

LEAH NO

hey Jane

Paul, Embry, Leah, Seth my loves

sorry i stopped paying attention, i was learning the wolves fur colours.

not everything is about you Edweird

[moonshotsx]

"I never ask for help because I'm not sure I know how." cc jasco pls xxx

i'm starting to think about a storyline for cc jasco 👀... here's some angsty vibes in the meantime lol

--

"Bosco?"

Bosco didn't even know what they were doing in front of Jasmine's apartment in the middle of the night. Hell, they knew they probably looked crazy right then and there.

"Hey? Sorry, did I wake you up?"

It was apparent that Jasmine had just woken up, having thrown his hair up in a messy ponytail and hid his blue eyes behind his glasses.

"Not really, she's been acting up all night. Maybe she sensed you were coming around," she half-joked, her voice sounding tired as if she hadn't had a good night of sleep in a long time.

"Your cat has always had a soft spot for me, I guess" they commented, trying to avoid meeting Jasmine's eyes.

"So did I," she added in a whisper that didn't go unnoticed to Bosco.

"Jaz, I-"

"Just... what are you doing here, Bosco?" she asked, leaning against the door frame.

"I know I fucked up," they replied, "I... I needed help figuring shit out and I just, fuck, I don't know. I... I never ask for help because I'm not sure I know how to," they continued, watching as Jasmine slightly shifted, her jaw tightening as they spoke.

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm asking you to give us another chance"

Jasmine blinked a couple of times, her eyes taking in Bosco's figure, "So, you thought that coming in and knocking on my apartment door at 3 in the morning to ask me that would grant you that?"

"Uhm, a little bit?"

She sighed, "Do you even have anywhere to stay?" she looked behind them, noticing the absence of any luggage except for a small backpack resting on Bosco's shoulder.

"I'll admit I didn't think that far ahead when getting the plane ticket," they scratched the back of their head, "I just knew I needed you"

Jasmine pulled on their wrist, getting them inside and shutting the door behind it. She pulled Bosco in for a hug, holding on tightly and hiding his face in the crook of their neck.

They were going to have a nice long talk in the morning.

For now, she needed them too.

[1heartsickfics]

hi!! i was wondering if you could write a story (about anyone u want really. ) about someone partner getting motionsick in a car ride but its kind of soft ? i found out one of my fav character getting motion sick is canon LOL i really would like to read about someone getting motion sick

Trigger warning: depictions of vomit

“Hey,” Jackson said softly, leaning over to nudge Kaiser’s shoulder.

“Hmm?” Kaiser moved his gaze from where he’d been staring straight ahead to look at his boyfriend.

“You doing okay?” Jackson asked, taking his eyes off of the road for a second shoot a worried glance toward Kaiser, who’d gone uncharacteristically quiet in the last 20 minutes.

Kaiser didn’t respond, just shrugged and turned his head back to stare out the windshield again. Which answered Jackson’s question well enough. Kaiser was not doing okay. 

“Carsick?” he asked, making an assumption based on the tight line Kaiser’s mouth was drawn into and the slight grey tint to his face. 

“Mmm,” Kaiser hummed in agreement.

“Here, take a sip of this,” Jackson said, offering Kaiser his water bottle. 

“Thanks,” Kaiser mumbled, accepting the bottle and taking a careful sip, afraid of upsetting his stomach more than the motion of the car already was. He set the bottle down shakily on the floor of the car. “I don’t feel good Jaz,” he sighed, resting a hand over his uneasy stomach. 

“Well come here then,” Jackson said, patting the spot next to him on the bench seat of Kaiser’s truck. It was late, and Kaiser didn’t like driving in the dark, so Jackson was driving, even though they both realistically knew that this would happen if Kaiser was the passenger. 

Kaiser stiffly scooted himself over until he was pressed up against Jackson’s arm. He leaned his head down to press his face into Jackson’s shoulder, fisting a hand in his sweatshirt. 

“You’re okay love, I’ve got you,” Jackson said, quickly pressing a kiss onto Kaiser’s mop of curls. 

“I feel so gross,” Kaiser whined quietly. 

“I know, I’m sorry. Do you want to try driving?” Jackson offered, even though he already knew the answer.

“No. It’s too late,” Kaiser replied. 

“Yeah. I know. Should I stop somewhere?” he asked.

“Not yet,” 

“Okay. Well just let me know okay?” Jackson said, taking his hand off of the wheel to squeeze his boyfriend’s knee, rubbing up and down his leg a few times.

Kaiser didn’t reply, but Jackson heard him blow out a slow, measured breath, trying to control his nausea. 

They drove in silence for a while, Jackson keeping the car as steady as he could. Kaiser kept his face pressed against Jackson’s sweatshirt, forcing out slow deep breaths with his eyes squeezed shut, fighting down the rising queasiness. 

“You should probably stop soon,” Kaiser breathed out, breaking the silence. 

“Okay, there’s a gas station in three miles. Can you make it a couple minutes?” Jackson asked, forcing as much calm into his voice as he could.

“I-I don’t know,” Kaiser said, heartbeat speeding up. He was already feeling frantic. 

“Just breathe babe, it’ll be okay,” Jackson said, switching to driving one handed so he could drape an arm around Kaiser’s shoulders. He was bent forward slightly, one arm wrapped around his stomach, the other hand in a fist pressed to his mouth. 

“You’re okay, almost there,” Jackson said as he eased the truck off of the interstate and into the parking lot of the gas station. 

As soon as the car was in park Kaiser lunged for the door, practically spilling out as he pitched forward to vomit onto the concrete. Jackson quickly climbed out and rushed around to Kaiser’s side, moving to stand behind him as he threw up. He wrapped a gentle arm around Kaiser’s waist and placed his other hand on his back. 

“Easy Kai, you’re almost done, I’m right here,” Jackson soothed, rubbing gentle circles on his back. 

“Fuck,” Kaiser cursed, spitting into the mess, eyes squeezed shut tight to avoid looking at it.

“Finished love?” Jackson asked softly.

“Hmm, think so,” Kaiser said, voice rough from being sick. 

“Alright, come here,” Jackson carefully pulled Kaiser into an upright position, turning him around so he could lean against his chest. Jackson wrapped his arms around him, holding him close as he caught his breath and stilled the shaking of his legs. 

“Ready to keep going?” Jackson asked after a few moments of silence, rubbing his hands up and down Kaiser’s back. 

“Yeah,” Kaiser sighed, slowly pulling back from Jackson. He kept an arm wrapped around Kaiser though, grabbing his elbow with his other hand to help him back into the truck, before walking around to get back in himself. 

“Try to sleep okay? But let me know if we need to stop again,” Jackson said, smiling softly at his boyfriend, curled up against his side. They had about two hours left, Jackson only hoped they could make it without stopping again. One round of that  misery was enough for one night. 

[undercoverwatermoon]

A Long Time Coming (Part 3- Jalton fic) (Explicit, you guys! )

AO3 Link Here

So, this is Part 3 of the unintended series started by @stupid-jeans in "Night Off", which she wrote because Chibisere23 and I kind of begged her! haha

So, this was written for @stupid-jeans and @chibisere23 as per our agreement lol

Parts 1 and 2 are here:

Part 1- Night off by @stupid-jeans

Part 2- Overdressed and Under Appreciated by @chibisere23.

This is the result of hours of discussions focused on one Adam Dalton and all the head canons, ideas, and thoughts (about him and his body parts, and, yeah...) we have about our favorite Army Captain.

@stupid-jeans, @chibisere23 and I will most likely continue writing...things. Like this one. Because we had a blast and because The Brave fandom is THIRSTY (in @stupid-jeans words lol)

Both @stupid-jeans and @chibisere23 beta-ed this, so thank you ladies so much! You are both awesome! :)

Also, #TeamEggs :D

Hope you enjoy!

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Adam slides the keycard, and turns the handle on the hotel room door as the sound of her laugh reaches his ears. Exiting the elevator, she walks in his direction, but her eyes are on her phone and a smile lingers on her lips.

From the moment packing had started in Turkey, the tension between them had escalated steadily. It’d been easy to attribute it to the stress of the last few weeks--dealing with Hoffman, worrying about Patricia, grieving for Preach. But now, past all of that and finally stateside, ignoring the obvious is harder….impossible. That he can’t stop his eyes from roaming over her figure as she approaches is proof positive of that.       

“I thought you were going out with Amir and McG?” he says when she’s closer.

Jaz is not dressed for a night out, he notices. He wants to ask why she changed her mind after dinner, wants to dismiss how relieved he feels that she’s here and not out there, wants to stop himself from wanting her-- wanting them.

None of those are things he’s capable of tonight, so he settles for hiding his nervous hands in his pockets, and hopes she doesn’t notice the barely disguised need in his voice.

At his question, she raises an eyebrow. “I thought you were... going to bed early.”

Her words are chosen deliberately--the challenge and anticipation in her eyes tell him that--and he swallows hard. It reminds him of all the evenings he’s escaped to his room recently, claiming exhaustion or a busy day ahead. Even more, it reminds him of all the times she’s done the same.

Four weeks have passed since the first time he heard her muffled cry of release through the thin walls of the Quonset hut; 11 more times since, he’s kept count. They’ve been playing this game, knowing the inevitable outcome--that the moment would come when the next mission is months away and all that stands between them is a choice.

As she waits for his response, he knows they are past the point of no return; the line has been obliterated, and he wonders if tonight that dam they’ve carefully built over the past three years will break.

“I was...I am,” he corrects, averting his eyes and waving a listless hand. “Just got sidetracked watching a hockey game in the lounge downstairs.”

He doesn’t mention that he picked the lounge so he could watch the lobby entrance in case she returned, or that he can’t remember the names of the teams or what the final game score was. He’d just sat there staring blankly at the revolving doors, thinking about the sound of his name--she calls him Adam in those moments--when it desperately falls from her lips as her orgasm overtakes her. His fists balling in his pockets bring him back to reality, but it’s too late, because she’s said his name more than once and he’s sure his eyes are revealing everything he’s been trying hopelessly to hide.

He doesn’t feel ready. For this conversation. For her.

“You okay, Top?”  

“Yeah, fine,” he says a little too quickly, and hastily turns around, swiping the keycard once more. Before she can answer, he’s said a polite goodnight and closed the door.

Inside his room now, Adam flops on the bed, face down. It doesn’t escape him that he’s probably just made things worse for himself. With a groan he turns onto his back and closes his eyes. He will make it up to her. A sleep well text message will be a good start. Tomorrow, a peace offering involving live music or one of the DC art galleries she likes. These are his conscious thoughts, but his body just wants her hot, soft and wet; writhing in pleasure against him. And god, he wants to taste her so bad it hurts.

Frustration takes over now and he gets up to splash cold water on his face. There’s no doubt the evening will end with him pumping his cock fast and hard and desperate, her name on his lips. He’ll imagine her in the next room, slender fingers working in and out as she thinks of him and screams his name, body tense then going limp with relief.  But that’ll be later, he thinks with a sigh, so for now he walks into the bathroom, stripping down to his boxers as he goes.

The complimentary apple shampoo bottle is neatly placed on a tray on the bathroom counter, and he can’t stop himself...he reaches for it. The sweet and tangy scent is all Jaz and he thinks of threading his fingers through her silky hair, then closing his fists around it and pulling back so he can bury his face in her neck. Gliding his lips over her soft skin, kissing it lightly, licking at her first moan, sucking on her pulse point once she starts to move against him. In his mind, she’s buzzing with need as she arches into him wanting more contact, more heat, more of him...

The sound of a latch turning startles him and his eyes open, hands still gripping the countertop. Their rooms are connected by double doors next to the TV console, and from his place in the bathroom he can hear the door opening on her side. She’ll knock anytime now, he thinks, and the thrill of anticipation runs down his spine. He’s so hard for her already, need so overwhelming after weeks of build up...he just can’t take it anymore.   

“Adam?” Her muffled voice floats in from the other side of the door.  It’s a testament to his state of mind that he doesn’t think twice about opening it. The time for introspection and self-control is over. Now he knows that if she wants this--if she wants him? There will be no going back.

When he opens the door, he steps aside in invitation, but he doesn’t look at her yet. From the corner of his eye he can tell she’s wearing his stolen Army shirt and his mouth goes dry, fists clenching hard at his sides. Somewhere in his head there’s awareness of his state of dress--or undress--that his cock is hard and barely contained beneath thin blue boxers. But they’ve been hearing, and making each other come for weeks now with a barely-there wall between them, and he just can’t find it in him to give a fuck.

“Jaz…” he says, still staring at his feet, his voice low and strangled. “I can’t…” Swallowing, he starts again, “I can’t say no to you tonight…I won’t.”

He means this choice is all on her. That he will follow her lead. That he’s done overthinking, controlling, planning, and avoiding. For better or worse, he’s giving her the reigns.

“Then say yes.”

Adam looks at her then, because her voice is as calm and confident as he wishes he’d feel. That wordless understanding that’s always served them in the field closes the deal. He nods once, she takes a slow step towards him, and that dam he’d thought would break? It shatters.

*********

Jaz has been wet for him since two hours into their flight home. He’d shut his laptop with a sigh, and almost immediately had met her eyes across the cabin as his strong, capable hand -calloused and rough and wonderful- ran over his beard. She’d been powerless to stop the vision in her mind of his tongue between her legs, his delicious beard tickling her thigh, two thick fingers curled inside her as she came apart.   

So, it’s no surprise their first kiss isn’t sweet, soft or slow. Adam’s mouth is hot and intense on hers, teeth on skin, lips working in perfect harmony.

He shivers as her long soft fingers glide back down toward his lower abdomen, and she can’t help the urge to suck his bottom lip between hers, biting down gently when she hears his low moan. When her nails scrape just below the waistband of his boxers, his mouth opens against hers and his eyes roll back into his head with a fuck, Jaz.

It’s a miracle she doesn’t pull his face down to her neck, sink her fingers in his hair. There is no doubt in her mind--tonight she’ll accept nothing less than all of him, buried deep inside her, filling her and stretching her until they both succumb to the white hot bliss. But, in her haze, she remembers that first time she’d heard him come as he cried out her name. For weeks, she’s been thinking about his rambling needy words from that night--yes, please and whatever you say and yes...been so good, Jaz.

She never would’ve guessed that particular fantasy world existed for him, but now watching him- noticing the tired lines around his eyes, how he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders-- she aches for him to just let go for a little while; to feel safe with her, unburdened, loved.

Stepping away from him, she points to the foot of the bed behind them. “Adam. Sit.”

Surprise and the haziness of her scent around him make him do as she asks. Standing in front of him, but out of reach, Jaz shimmies out of her shorts and panties, her eyes on his. She’s naked under his shirt now, and Adam reaches for her.

“Uh, uh.” She swats at his hands. “Good boys ask permission.” The feral growl that erupts from his throat almost makes her jump back, but she stands her ground. Their eyes meet and that silent understanding passes between them once more. She knows what he wants...what he needs tonight. And he’s glad.

Walking around to the top of the bed she pats the headboard. “Scoot up.”

He’s where she wants him now, and returning to the foot of the bed, she crawls toward him, settling on her knees between his legs. Twirling a finger around the hem of the shirt, she begins pulling it up. The bed shifts under his weight; his breathing starting to quicken now and his eyes are glazing over.

“Say please, Adam.”

“Please…” comes his choked response as he’s leaning against the headboard, wild eyes and parted lips.

Slowly, she slides the garment up a little more, and then stops. “Not so fast.”  Waving a hand toward him, she orders, “Boxers off, now.”

The movement is so fast she doesn’t have time to prepare herself for it...the sight of him fully naked now, his long, thick cock flat against his rock hard abs. It occurs to her she might be in over her head as she takes in every inch of him, and she must make some sound because Adam’s tortured chuckle bursts through her haze.    

“Your turn,” Adam says, but she’s recovered enough now to refocus on her initial plan. Two can play this game, and Jaz Kahn will not be outdone.

One sweeping movement later and her shirt comes off. Adam’s mouth drops open, but she doesn’t stop there. She tugs on his knees, shifting down on the the bed to make space for him to lie down. When his head hits the pillow she begins making her way up, so close but not touching, only her warm breath on him. When she licks and takes his right nipple between her teeth the sensation is so intense his hips come off the bed.

“Oh God, Jaz…please.” His eyes are tightly closed and he thinks he’ll die if he can’t touch her soon.

“Arms up.” Opening his eyes, he sees her kneeling on his side, a smirk on her lips. He does as she asks, and she reaches for the discarded gray shirt and ties his wrists above his head.

“You know,” she says as her lips ghost over his ear, “everytime I made myself come--listening to you in the next room --I was wearing your shirt.” The sound he makes is her new favorite thing and his body twitches so hard that she can’t hold back the wave of arousal this time. It’s so swift and intense that she climbs over his stomach and drops down, one hand on his chest, the other moving to her clit, stroking and circling as her teeth bite into her bottom lip.

“Watch me, Adam,” she says. “Oh..yes…” She only circles a few more times before the orgasm rips through her. Breathless, she falls forward, thick black hair all around him, and it just obliterates his resolve.

“Jaz-” he starts, the shirt restraining his wrists now discarded. He brings his arms around her and holds her against his chest, willing his body to wait, as he traces circles over her back.

Her words are stuck in her throat, her body limp against his.

“Adam…” she manages to speak long seconds later, and he hears everything she doesn’t say.  I want you inside me. Now. Take over. “Please…”

The next few seconds are a blur of need and desperation - suddenly she’s under him; solid, warm and perfect his body presses her onto the bed, and her long lean legs wrap around his waist.Those powerful, rugged arms that have saved her life and driven her to ecstasy in her dreams are framing her head, and his lips find hers in a searing kiss.

The head of his cock is at her entrance now, and she rolls her hips, sliding her clit up and down his shaft.

“Damn it, Jaz,” Adam groans--and she chokes out a laugh in spite of the intense arousal, because she loves the inflection in his voice when he says that to her. One large hand on her right hip bone stills her movements, and she whines in disapproval.  

“Problem?” she’s teasing him now. But he’s managed some control back, and instead of replying he moves his hips just right and drives his cock inside her. Hard.  

“Ohhh, fuck...yes, Adam….”

It’s been a long time coming, and only seconds go by before the coiling need inside her starts to build again. Adam turns his face into her neck, sucking and licking the soft skin as he squeezes one perfect breast with his hand. Begging for speed, Jaz angles her hips and digs her heels into his back, and now he’s right where she needs him, faster, harder. Seconds later, the force of her orgasm drives him over the edge, and he comes hard inside her, crying out her name.

Much later, as they snuggle under the covers, Jaz rests her head on his chest and she feels him smile against her forehead.

“What?” She asks, her voice laced with sleep.

“Didn’t take you for a shirt thief, is all.”

“Can’t blame a girl for trying to survive on deployment, can you?” There’s a lightness in her tone -mostly thanks to multiple orgasms courtesy of one Adam Dalton and his hot, perfect mouth- but she isn’t entirely joking.

“I may have stolen small amounts of your apple shampoo.” He confesses. Lifting her head at that, her mouth slightly opens in surprise. “A few times.” Now she laughs.

“Any other secrets I should know about?” It’s intended jokingly, he knows.

But this thing between them- it challenges his carefully measured nature. Makes him want to say and do things he’s spent years compartmentalizing...believing he wasn’t meant to have. He knows that she knows that. That she knows him. But these wordless conversations between them need to come to light if there’s any hope of making it through leave without destroying what they have.

So, he answers truthfully, instead of taking the easy way out.  “Yes. So many secrets, Jaz. But, I want you to know that--”

“Shh…I know.” She slides up, shifting to lay fully against him, her lips barely touching his. “Me too.”

[hamiltontrashaccount]

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.

[thewinterstardust]

ask memey whatever you call it thing

Rules: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… And most importantly, have fun!

I was tagged by the ever snazzy @qiaocake1 !! thanks b *finger guns*

a - age: 16 b - biggest fear: probably the dark,,, or having a boring ass life as like a teacher or something  c - current time:  21:17 d - drink you last had: I’m currently sipping on a cup of tea e - every day starts with: overwhelming and unneccesary teen angst, from the very moment my mind starts to awaken

f - favorite song: I CANNOT POSSIBLY CHOOSE A SINGLE SONG. I CAN’T. Okay....look back in anger by david bowie maybe? 

g - ghosts, are they real: I have a feeling there is some kind of spirit realmy afterlive projecting and connecting to the world we live in kinda thing but I’ve never collected evidence or put the thought into the details so I am unconvinced that ghosts or anything like that are real h - hometown: bromley i - in love with: being unconscious tbh 

j - jealous of: people who are just chilling in the years above who have somehow done their GCSEs without dying and are living without the endless trauma of reflection of their grades ?? 

k - killed someone: I bloody hope not l - last time you cried: legit like ten minutes ago KILL ME PLS m - middle name: hana n - number of siblings: one- my brother luke o - one wish: to spend my life involving a creative passion as a career(as if lol) p - person you last called/texted: my friendo tessie  who was sending me rabbit pictures bc I was sad  q - questions you’re always asked: can you draw me? why are you like this? have you ever thought about shutting the fuck up? chill? with a lighthearted yet worried tone jaz are you okay? r - reasons to smile: I feel this’d be better if I was in a good mood oops.. um... cats  s - song last sang: I was humming time by david bowie walking home if that counts t - time you woke up: 6:45(tragic) u - underwear color: black, with white bra v - vacation destination: ideal? new york, and for a future destination, I do not believe I’m going on holiday this year 

w - worst habit: making the mistake of talking to people yeet... but like of an actual habit... probably something to do with eating...I don’t know what, but, one or two aspects of my relationship with food x - x-rays you’ve had: I’ve had one, in December, my right ankle because I sprained it but everyone thought it might have been broken. I almost had one in year four when I swallowed a key though!  y - your favorite food: houmous, without a moments hesitation or doubt. I dream of death by houmous.  z - zodiac sign: pisces 

I tag @theshittyparsnip @iwatch-thebees @sarahtlou @uhmfox and @vincenoir !! pls do not feel obliged to do it tho unless you want to *finger guns* 

[gremlin-elrics]

no but guys everyday i think about that snk drama cd where erwin gets blackout drunk with pixis and then wakes up with mikasas scarf around his neck and no idea how or why he had it. meanwhile the 104th conducted a full on investigation on who couldve stolen mikasas scarf and erwin was like,,, sweating the entire time trying to diverge his sussiness onto other people while also planning out w levi how to break the news to them without being seen as a mega creep but THEN armins UNDERWEAR also goes missing and then erwin is like “oh well fuck i cant tell them now bc theyll think i took the kids undies too??” and it was a whole comedic mess.

and everyday i also think about how much funnier and more choatic this drama cd couldve been if hanji was also in it as well,,,,,,,,,,,,

[gremlin-elrics]

hi this is a daily reminder for the masses™️ to stop downplaying alphonse’s trauma in favour of eds! thanks!

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i feel like im not too mad about not getting a hange backstory because i find it rly adds to their charm! just being this whole ass mystery of a character and giving us readers a lot of freedom to interpret!

…but sweet jesus what i would give…what i would give and sell and do and suck just to get some ova or bonus or drama cd on cadet hange or new recuit survey corps hange. I WANT TO SEE THE FERAL YOUNG HANGE SHENANIGANS!! BARELY CONTROLLED TEMPERAMENTAL HANGE KILLING TITANS OUT OF RAGE!! HER FRIENDSHIPS AND RELATIONSHIPS W HER COMRADES IN THE CORPS BEFORE BEING A SECTION COMMANDER/SQUAD LEADER!! HOW SHE DEALT W LOSS!! THEIR RELATIONSHIP W ERWIN AND MIKE AND NANABA AND MOBLIT!! THEIR RELATIONSHIP W LEVI ONCE HE JOINED THE SCOUTS AND HOW THEY BOTH BECAME SO CLOSE!! THE ERURIHAN TRIO DYNAMIC!!? UR TELLING ME FERAL MAD SCIENTIST, LITERALLY AN UNDERGROUND CRIMINAL AND CAPTAIN AMERICA LOOKIN ASS(but with like more murder) WOULDNT BE THE PERFECT TRIO FOR JUST DUMB SHIT™️? GIVE US THE GOODS I AM BEGGING!!

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TOES 😍😋

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told my friend abt bsd except i didnt use any actual names and all she knows them by is gay✨ main character, emo boy, hat guy and whore.

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attack on titan au where hange. thats it. just hange. that is all.

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levi straight up went through 3 trio’s with a calm blonde and feral brunette 🧐

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hange stew scene tomorrow

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(tw: L O N G)

hi im back again with another LITERAL podcast bc i dunno when to stfu but make it ✨LEVIHAN✨

i decided to make this levihan voice meme/levihan voice challenge bc i thought it would be fun and i rly love the levihan tumblr community a lot so,,, why the heck not!! any time i can rant abt levi and hange is when i am most happy uwu. disclaimer: i used some of the same questions from the last voice meme but theres some diff ones later lol. also people kept yelling in the bg so i had to clip some recordings tg so sorry for that :’O

if you’re tagged you’re not obligated to do this but ALSO u dont have to BE TAGGED in order to do this, so GO OFF FELLOW LEVIHAN SIMPS!! do this and rant abt our fave abnormals all you want, i wanna listen to u all!! if u do this, make sure to tag it with #levihanvoicememe so we can all go in the tag and listen to ur beautiful voices and takes on those precious shitheads 💞 now here are the questions…

THE QUESTIONS:

1. What is your name and URL?

2. Where are you from?

3. Who is your favourite snk character and why?

4. When and why did you start shipping Levihan?

5. Favourite Hange moments from the series? Favourite Levi moments?

6. Favourite Levihan moments from the series or official content? (i.e games, smart pass au, junior high)

7. Do you read Levihan fics? What are your favourite au’s/tropes?

8. Favourite fic(s)?

9. Is there a song(s) or art or piece of media that reminds you of levihan?

10. Do you have any headcanons you would like to share?

Bonus: Feel free to read an excerpt from a fic that you like!

Fics I mentioned in this:

Somewhere Only We Know by someonestolemyshoes

A Dangerous Game by just_quintessentially_me

Challenge Accepted by Sleepyheadven

City Comma State by ForcedSimile

A Misfit's Worth by Xenobia   (when i talked abt this fic i was NOT directly quoting it btw ndjendknhjhdj)

Free-Falling by djmarinizela

Movie Rec (bc vibes remind me of levihan):

I Want To Eat Your Pancreas    

Tagging: @solborealis​ @faerielleart​ @djmarinizelablog​ @someonestolemyshoes​ @smallblip​ @pinkweirdsunsets​ @mello-jello and whomst ever else would like to do this!!! <333

ALSO THANK YOU FOR LISTENING!! <3 IF YALL RLY LISTEN TO THIS WHOLE THING I...WOW... 😳🥺 (but also yikes sorry lol) BUT THANK YOU YALL R COOL!