Prompt: Imagine Tom Hiddleston has a crush on you and he is feeling jealous of James McAvoy on “The Graham Norton Show” because James talks about how great the chemistry was between you, his co-star, and him in your latest film.
Warnings: language, sexual content, adult content…?
Also, some of the timelines are going to be off in this, to make stuff fit, and James’ wife and child are nonexistent - nothing against them, just easier to write if he didn’t have an ex wife and child.Text messages are in italics.
“Good job, baby,” you said, walking over and putting your arm on James’ shoulder. You turned and licked his ear. “That’s perfect. God, I’m so hot right now,” you said as you turned into him and began kissing him as his eyes never left the body, bloody and mangled before you as you dropped the axe.
“Cut!” the director, Ed, yelled.
“What’s wrong?” you questioned, worried you’d messed up your lines.
“Nothing much. Y/N, let’s take out the ear licking thing. It’s not doing what I thought it would. Take it from the top, right after Ruby collapses here, and ACTION.”
You ran the scene three more times then they stopped for a break and get the next scene set up. You went to your trailer and tried to go over your next few lines when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in,” you said, wondering who it could be.
The door opened and James appeared. You did your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. Working with him was one thing, you could turn these feelings off, easy, it was professional, but as soon as he was James again and you were you again, the feelings came roaring back full force. “Hi, I got you a water.” He handed you the bottle and came in.
“Oh, thanks,” you said, smiling.
“You were really terrific to me.”
“What? Me?” you gasped, honestly surprised. “No…no.” You shook your head. It was odd, being an A list celebrity but yet still not feeling confident in your work. You honestly weren’t sure how or why you got these amazing gigs.
“No, you do really great. I think you’ve got the role of Alexa down.”
“Well thank you, I’m always so worried that I’m not saying it convincingly enough or I’m being too dramatic or…”
“You shouldn’t worry about that. I think you’re doing brilliantly.”
“Well that means a lot coming from you,” you informed with a smile as you looked at him.
“Sure. Yeah, not every moment is going to be golden. Trust me. This one time, when we were filming Wanted, you know the scene where I hit Chris in the face with a keyboard?” he asked, a sparkle coming into his clear blue eyes.
You grinned at the memory of that movie, that scene was actually one of your favorite scenes in any movie. “Yeah, I remember.”
“I accidentally actually hit him with that keyboard,” he said with his eyebrows raised as he laughed.
“Oh my god, no you didn’t!” you gushed, shoving him back playfully as you laughed. “Was he okay?”
He laughed that contagious, gorgeous laugh of his. “I think so. He took the hit pretty well. He laughed about it. My mark was off really bad.”
“I’ll say! Oh my gosh. I’ve never done anything that bad. But I did, okay, full disclosure, my first on-screen kiss wasn’t as steamy as that one we had earlier.”
“Oh?” he asked, intrigued as he sat back, his face resting against his fist as he gazed at you, utterly captivated in this story. Suddenly, you felt self-conscious.
“Yeah, so it was with Channing Tatum, and oh my gosh was he sweet about it,” you explained. “But, it was during a beach scene, for the ‘first kiss’ scene, and I leaned in too fast and we slammed our mouths together. He had a busted lip and my teeth cut the inside of my lip,” you informed, laughing as you covered your mouth.
“Wow. And I thought I was bad. That’s….wow that is really awful,” he said, chuckling, his accent getting thicker, making you more than attracted to him.
“Well thanks,” you sarcastically teased.
“Well just take solace in the fact that you’ve gotten better.”
Blushing, you responded, “Thanks.”
James bit his lip, something he did often when he was waiting to say something. He eyed you for a moment before asking, “Would you like to get drinks later?”
You weren’t sure why you were asking but you asked, “Why?” In your head you were screaming, “Why didn’t you just say yes?”
“I thought it’d be nice to get to know each other better, off set?” he tried, peering at you.
“Sure. Yeah, I’d like that,” you answered before swallowing. You nodded at him just as a knock came at the trailer door, they were ready for the next scene, so it was time to go to makeup.
“We better get back out there,” he said as he patted your leg and got up.
James escorted you to to a very upscale lounge, it was dark and quiet and perfect. You went to a small table in the corner and ordered your drinks.
“Gin and tonic,” you said.
“Scotch,” he said with a smile that could knock the wind out of a blimp.
“Keeping it traditional?” you teased.
“Someone has to,” he reminded.
“So, since we’re on the topic of heritages, where are you from?”
“I’m from a midsize town in Oklahoma.”
“That’s the one with all the cows, right?” he asked.
“Shut up,” you joked, your nose scrunching as you looked at him. “It’s not all farmland, you know?”
“Are you sure? Because I’ve been there and…” He stretched his eyes back, gesturing that it was a bit country.
“Hey, hey. Two can play that game, is it nothing but kilts and sea monsters in Scotland?”
His brows perked up as he made a shocked face. “Well, well the claws have come out. I’ll have you know that kilts are manly, dammit. I have worn mine to the grocery store before, believe it or not.”
‘Yes,” he said firmly, playfully asserting his confidence.
“Well I’ll have you know that we don’t all have cattle in Oklahoma. My father is one of the highest paid attorney’s in the state and my mom is a bioengineer.”
James sat and looked at you, curious now. “Then how is it, little ole Y/N ended up in LA as a big movie star?”
You shrugged. “I don’t know. I was in college, toward the beginning of senior year, and I was just doing theater club for fun and it dawned on me that I was enjoying doing the plays more than I was for my classes.”
“What was your major?” he questioned.
“English. It’s relatively universal, but I realized I was hating what I was doing so…”
“So you dropped out?”
“No, no. I had come that far, I had to see it through. I graduated and then came out here.”
“And your parents, did they approve?”
“Not at first. But I think they were mainly worried about my safety.”
“But then they came around to the idea, helped me find a safe place to live, and I was free to do auditions. I also promised myself if I didn’t get any decent roles for five years, I’d leave.”
“And when did you get your first decent role?”
“Within the first six months, Tale of the Dragon was my first serious role.”
“Yeah? I loved that movie, you were badass in that,” he commended, nodding at you.
“Well thank you. I can’t curve a bullet though,” you said with a grin and a wink. A wink? You just winked at James McAvoy, are you nuts?
He laughed at the mention of his movie and raised his glass to you.
“Well I’m glad you came out.”
“Me too,” you agreed, trying to ignore the feelings that erupted with the way he said that. “So you? Why did you become an actor?”
“I liked the idea of being different things. It felt…wrong, going through life as the same person. Getting to try on other skins for a while is refreshing.”
“I hear that, being someone else is a lot easier than being yourself,” you said before you realized what you had said.
In that moment, James saw the real you. He realized that you put on a little bit of a show for the public, the cameras. The extra confident, extra flirty you was the public you, this shy, quiet you was the real Oklahoma girl. To be honest, he quite liked both.
James checked his phone for the time and bit his lip again, sending butterflies all throughout your chest.
You were taking a sip of your drink, worrying you were boring him to death. This was worldly, well established James McAvoy and you were just a girl from Oklahoma with one or two blockbusters under your belt but that was all.
“How would you like to do this again? But this time make it a real date?” he asked suddenly, his ocean blue eyes searching yours.
You couldn’t help the thing that happened next - you choked on your drink and accidentally spit it out on the table. Did he just ask you out on a fucking date? Drinks was one thing. You were pretty sure that this was just to get to know each other better as friends. For four months you’d work on the film together and barely knew each other because your scenes were so intense you did a lot of practicing the scenes, not socializing.
James leaned over, handed you a napkin, and slightly chuckled. “Are you alright?”
You coughed a few more times and ended up laughing. While it was mortifying, there wasn’t anything you could do about it now except blush and laugh. This was your key to confidence, you had to learn to laugh off the blunders.
“Yeah, no, just went down the wrong pipe. What did you say?”
“I said, would you want to go on a date with me?”
And there went the butterflies again as your stomach jumped to your throat and your heart sped up to a million miles per hour. This was real. He was really asking you. A man you’ve had a crush on forever was asking you out. Your co star. You knew how dangerous it could be dating a costar but you didn’t care.
“Oh, yes, of course. When?” you blurted out. Shit. Your date with Tom was tomorrow night.
“When are you free next?”
“Saturday night,” you informed, your blush not receding as your heart continued to hammer inside your chest.
“Sounds perfect. I’ll pick you up. Text me your address.”
You two agreed it was late and James grabbed the check as he got you a cab back to your place. The entire ride back you were swimming in a sea of euphoria. You had been keen on James for quite some time now but that kiss on the show the other day really transferred your feelings from a passive crush to finding yourself getting butterflies whenever you were around him, almost school-girl like.
But what about Tom? You had forgotten just how much fun you two had on set and how much you two had in common. Being an English major, you two shared quite a bit in the department of Shakespeare, ancient philosophers, and quite a few of the British literature. You had the same sort of humor and loved to dance. He was the perfect gentlemen and great advocate. He was willing to try new things and unwaveringly nice. But you never got the butterflies with Tom, the way you do with James.
But James was hysterically funny and overtly sweet as well. His wit usually had you in stitches and his charm was undeniable and you loved to watch him interact with fans. On the flipside, you haven’t had the luxury of a lot of quality time with James as you have with Tom.
They were both handsome as sin and could make a suit a walking sex object. The more you thought about it, the harder it became to decipher who you felt more of a draw to. You blew out a breath, wondering just what in the hell you’d gotten yourself into.
The shoot went exceptionally well and everyone went home early. You raced home to get ready for your date with Tom as you talked to Ida, to try and help calm your nerves. You didn’t imagine you’d be this nervous for a date with your friend but the more you thought about him, the more he seemed like a real date.
“You have to tell me everything that happens, do you hear me? Everything. I want every detail,” Ida demanded through your phone.
You were busy curling your hair as you made a funny face in the giant mirror in your upscale bathroom.
“Every detail?” you questioned incredulously before you two laughed.
“So what are you going to do about James then?” she questioned.
“What do you mean?”
“Well you’re with Tom…so that can’t leave a lot of time for James…” she insinuated.
You laughed. “I’m not ‘with’ Tom, this is the first date, who knows if we’ll even hit it off.”
“You hit it off as friends,” she reminded.
“Right,” you agreed, curling another piece of your hair. “As friends. There may be no chemistry there. Besides, I’ve already got a date with James,” you mentioned casually.
“What?!” Ida shrieked, making you jump away from the phone laying on the bathroom counter. “Both guys. You’re dating both men. You’re dating two of the most eligible bachelors in Hollywood and you didn’t think to tell your best friend?”
“I’ve been busy with Juxtaposition,” you reminded gently.
“Apparently not too busy,” she teased with innuendo.
“Har-har,” you said back. “What’s so wrong with dating, huh? Playing the field. Scarlett does it.”
“Johanson? Yeah, true.”
“All the guys get to do it, I say it’s time for us women to have the same fun. Come on, Ida, I’m young, pretty, and available. Why should I tie myself down to either one?”
She was silent for a moment, probably trying to come up with a good argument.
“If it were you, would you do it any different?”
“No,” she admitted.
“Well, go get ‘em, tiger,” she encouraged. “What are you wearing? Where are you going?”
“I’m wearing my purple chiffon dress. I don’t know where we are going. Knowing Tom, somewhere incredibly outrageous in price.”
“You mean the one with the slit?”
You nodded at your reflection as you started on your makeup.
“The one that has a slit up to my hip? Yep, that’s the one,” you informed.
“Oh my gosh, that’ll turn some heads! Isn’t that a little racy for the first date?” she inquired.
Laughing, you responded, “It’s all about first impressions.”
“I’m pretty sure I know his first impression, it’ll be below the waist.”
“Hey, as long as it’s a response,” you teased. “Hey, I’m going to finish getting ready and I’ll call you back after the date.”
“You better! Have fun!”
You hung up and noticed you had a text. It was from James.
“Hope you have a good Friday night. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow :)”
Your heart soared as you sent back a reply.
“Thanks! You too. See you tomorrow.”
Immediately after that you received a text from Tom stating he was ten minutes away. You texted him and told him to come right in and sit in the living room as you finished getting ready.
You made a couple of adjustments to your hair, added a bit more dark eyeshadow, ran into your bedroom and pulled on your dress and found a pair of black, bejeweled satin heels to match. You strapped the heels in and eyed your reflection, loving every bit of it. You grabbed your clutch and managed to make it out of the house to meet Tom in the driveway, noticing he wore a nice navy blue suit with light blue shirt and patterned tie. He looked every bit the part of a celebrity.
“You brought a Jag?” you said, eyeing the car as he was stepping up.
“Yeah, they gave me one from the commercials so I figured why not. Do you like it?” he asked.
“I’m more of an Aston Martin gal,” you teased. “No, it’s beautiful.” You smiled as you walked to the passenger side and he jogged to come and open the door for you. You blushed a tad and sat in the lovely leather, noticing him eyeing you. He went around the other side, got in, and started it, the low roar coming from the car exciting you.
“You look stunning,” he complimented.
“Thank you, Tom. You look dashing, as always.”
“Yeah the only time I’m not in a suit is during some of my movies, it’s a bit of a relief.”
“Speak for yourself,” you said as he started to pull away. “I live in dresses all the time and I couldn’t be happier.”
He laughed his signature laugh and you smiled at him as he drove. The way the car whipped around the curves of Los Angeles rodes was the perfect combination of relaxation and excitement, you’d always had a thing for fast cars, and now you could actually afford cars like this that were luxurious and fast - the perfect concoction of happiness for you.
Just as you thought, Tom brought you to a high priced restaurant, French to be exact. You surmised he was probably going to dust off some of his French to order. Thank goodness because your French was nowhere near as good as his. You ordered and then he started conversation.
“So, how have things been?”
“Hecktic,” you admitted. “I just got offered another role last week.”
“Oh, yeah? Are you going to take it?” he asked, intrigued.
You shrugged and bobbed your head side to side. “I’m not sure. It’s a rom-com and…eh.”
“You never were one for traditional roles,” he commented.
“Well, I don’t want to be stuck in those roles. I’m a pretty face and I think they want to see that but I’m having too much fun in the weird roles right now.”
“So turn it down,” he offered simply, his brows coming together slightly.
“Easy for you to say, you’ve got several successes under your belt. I don’t think I can afford to shoot it down.”
He nodded, his hands resting against his lips as he kept his elbows on the table.
“I see. So try it out. That way you can say you tried it, and who knows, you might like it.”
“True. I’ll probably accept. So any word on the James Bond front?” you questioned. You knew he got pelted with this all the time because of his entire aesthetic - british, luxury car spokesman, always in a suit. He got annoyed with interviewers because they were just out for the tabloids and a blurb about a possible movie, but for his friends he knew it was commonplace shop talk.
“Nothing yet, and I don’t know if I’d want that role, like you, I’m a little afraid I’d get stuck in that. The british spy theme, maybe later on down the line,” he confessed before he sipped some water.
“Ah see, so I’m not the only one who’s afraid,” you teased.
“It would seem that way. Are you still reading your literature? Keeping up with it?”
You thought for a moment, in a way you felt guilty. “No, not really. I haven’t touched anything but a script since I moved out here four years ago.”
He paused a second as the awkward silence settled between you two. “Ah, well any new experiences? I know last time we worked together you hadn’t been to a few places or seen some things, what about now?”
“Oh! Yes, I went to a kangaroo reservation in Australia, that was pretty amazing. I also went kayaking in Africa. Oh, I went with Ryan Reynolds to Mexico for a small part in his new film. Never trust that man,” you informed, laughing. “Oh and in Hawaii they taught me how to spin fire. I singed my arm hair a lot but it was worth it!”
He grinned, his eyes lighting up. “Well it sounds like you’re living it up. Good for you.”
“Yeah, I’m trying to. What about you? I know you’re not one to turn down an adventure. What’s the great Hiddles up to?”
“Ugh, not much but traveling. It’s a promo here, a premiere there, an interview here, a signing there, a con next. It’s a whirlwind. But I did manage to surf.”
“Oh yeah?” you asked, excited. “I can’t surf. Was it fun?” You sipped your drink as you realized this was almost too friendly. None of this felt like a date. It felt just like the other night of catching up. Why did drinks with James feel more intimate and romantic than this? Perhaps it was the fact that any time there was a silence between you and James you wanted to close the gap and just kiss him, or jump his bones, whichever worked.
“It was fun until I realized the instructor had given me a push because I couldn’t paddle,” he informed, followed by his laugh that always made you smile.
You laughed at this information. “Oh my god. You poor thing!” you said, still laughing.
“Yeah, not the greatest ego booster,” he admitted.
Then conversation fell short for a moment before they brought the food out.
“Plan on taking a break any time soon?” you asked, since Tom hadn’t had a break in about five years.
“No, not really. I don’t see a point to stop when I’m on a roll. What about you?”
“Absolutely not. I’m pushing through everything I can.”
“Are you keeping busy?”
“Yeah as soon as this one with James is done, I’m getting a ten episode contract for a show. I’m auditioning for a dark musical in a few weeks so…we’ll see. I plan on just loading my plate up.”
“That’s the best way,” he agreed.
The rest of dinner was pretty much talk about work. You split the bill and he drove you home, the quiet wasn’t as awkward as before but rather comfortable.
Tom opened your door and you got out of the sleek black car as he helped you out.
“I was wondering if you would like to go to the Kong premier with me?” he offered, as your elbows rested in his hands. This was the first time you’d been this close and not on a movie set. “I know we didn’t have the grandest of first dates, but I’d like to try it again.”
“Sure, I don’t see why not.”
“Excellent. It’ll be on the 30th.”
“Great. See you then.”
Tom started to incline his head and it suddenly registered that it was time to kiss him. Why couldn’t you get out of your own head? Kissing him after a date should be natural? So why did this feel pushed? This felt even less natural than when you kissed for Eternal Lovers. Forcing yourself out of your weird headspace you tried to sink into a kiss. You tilted your head the other way as your eyes locked, the moment starting to happen. A tiny smirk was on the corner of his lips as he leaned in a bit more, closing the gap. Your lips touched and it felt…nice. He was clearly an expert at kissing, and you weren’t so bad yourself. You were about to lose yourself in the kiss, really give into it, when he broke away.
“Good night,” he said quietly, his enchanting eyes searching yours, for what, you weren’t sure. Was he aware of the disconnect? Maybe it was just getting out of this headspace that he was merely a friend.
“Night,” you said barely above a whisper as you walked away into your house.
You immediately called Ida.
“Hey,” you said, pulling off your heels.
“Hey! How did it go! The fact that it’s only 11 and you’re calling me makes me think you didn’t fulfill my fantasy,” she said with sadness.
“Nope, not tonight I’m afraid.”
“You know I want to live vicariously through you, right? You have to make this happen.”
You laughed at her as you massaged your feet. “I’m trying. So dinner was nice.”
“Yeah, we caught up and stuff. It was good.”
She knew you so well. You smiled at yourself, wishing she was next to you, but she was in Seattle.
“But it felt like I was talking to just a friend. Then we kissed.”
“And?!” she all but squealed at you.
“And…it was fine,” you said simply, shrugging as you paced around your expansive bedroom, one wall made entirely of glass, looking out over Hollywood.
“Fine? Just fine?” she challenged in a flat tone. “Kissing Tom Hiddleston was just…fine?”
“I don’t know, Ida. He just…He’s a great kisser, that wasn’t the problem. It was the spark. That spark was missing. The one I got when I kissed James on the show.”
“But I thought that was just for show?” she questioned, perplexed.
“It was, but I think something else happened between it. It went from the typical, usual staged shit to something more.”
“Well…did you set up another date or…?”
“Yeah he invited me to be his date at the Kong premiere,” you explained, watching the city twinkle beneath you.
“Wow. I know you’re going to go get a new ensemble for that,” she teased with a beautiful laugh.
You nodded even though she couldn’t see it and smiled. “You know me.”
“Maybe tonight was just first date jitters for both of you, don’t write him off yet, for both our sakes.”
You gave a half hearted smile and agreed. “Okay.”
“Alright, well, I gotta go. I’m meeting with Rolling Stone tomorrow.”
You hung up and flopped on the bed, noticing a text from James and Tom. You read Tom’s first.
“Had a wonderful time tonight, thank you for accompanying me. Have a good time shooting. I’ll see you in two weeks, we’ll make a night of it.”
“Me too. Thank you for a wonderful dinner. I can’t wait for the premiere, thank you for asking.”
Then you switched to James’ text.
“Sorry to bother you again, just wanted to wish you a goodnight.”
A smile spread across your face without your permission.
“You can bother me all you want,” you texted back, biting your lip at the honesty. It was true. James could blow up your phone for all you cared. To him it would probably seem flirty but it was just the truth. “Goodnight, James.”
bad minded and bad eye is real, ppl are really out to get you even when you don't do nothing to them pls be safe out here.
today, i blacked out while shopping.
i remember coming out the store not feeling good and not being able to see anything or even stand up. I passed out trying to hold on to a post, trying my best to call for my mom and aunt but they were kind of far and couldn’t hear or see me. I dropped on the concrete floor, busted open my lip, broke 3 teeth, bruised my arm and leg. Blacked out for 3 mins while 22 weeks pregnant (5months). my teeth are broken, my headache is still there. but i’m okay. i got rushed to the hospital after my mom and aunt helped me. I can’t believe this happened to me. I’m in so much pain. This african lady was following in the store and every time i looked back she was following me i would literally see her. This was a sign of bad minded, even the way it happened i knew she caused this. She evil eyed me. The doctors told me i’m an anemic, low blood pressure/iron, but the way i blacked out was horrible. i’ll post some pics, but it’s really bad. I’m strong, n i’m happy i’m alive and my baby is alive and okay. I pray to god this never happens again ever. Lord just watch over me and pls pray for me. thx u.
Remember how I’ve sprained my ankle badly twice while just, like, walking down the street? Well, my mom just fell and busted her lip and 2 teeth… while just, like, walking down the street. Elegance and grace is our greatest genetic gift.
Over my twitter spotted that @somesharpteeth was dealing with really bad computer/technical problems causing anxiety and pain which due of my own PC problems can relate so much.
I just felt that pain so wanted to show my support the way it can replace a bit the bad with some smiles and joy and sketched their main up in 20 mins Photoshop test run with the new set up and settings.
Also, my PC finally set up, everything arrived, was put together, tested and the most important softwares back on their place. It took a lot more time then I originally excepted, and the last bit of parts the RAM came only this Monday. I now have a working machine to continue working with commissions and arts. My tablet not lagging out as it did before, opening and closing programs or just to save not takes 10 minutes long and I can increase my resolution and working canvas size for better printing at last. So from 5k I can move now up to 8-10k size for my arts. I was really waiting for that.
LAST BUST NOT LEAST IS AN APPRECIATION POST FOR @HARDLIQUORHAZ. She was my first mutual on this blog omg, and I’m SO glad we found each other. I don’t even have the right words to describe how amazing she is. FIRST OF ALL. She’s probably tired of hearing this, but she has SO MUCH talent when it comes to writing. (She’s gonna be a published author one day, YALL JUST WAIT. ILL BE BUYING ALL OF HER BOOKS. She will have her own bookshelf in my house.) I would even praise her to do lists and reblog them. ANYWAY, she is SO kind. She is always there for me, and I appreciate that so much. She tolerates me popping into her ask box 24/7 (when I’m not on vacation LOL). ALSO SHE IS SO PRETTY?! Who would have thought I would have stumbled upon such an amazing human, and been lucky enough to call her my friend. I JUST HAVE SO MUCH LOVE FOR THIS GIRL. SO BLESSED TO HAVE SUCH A GOOD PAL IN MY LIFE AND I WOUD NOT TRADE HER FOR THE WORLD.
It’s Christmas time (for those who celebrate it) and Person A is sitting across the room from Person B at the Christmas party. Person B holds up a nutcracker and clacks its teeth a few times before mouthing, “You’re busting my nuts.” at person A whom proceeds to laugh like Count Chocula.
Armin Gets Bullied at a Frat Party (Eremin Yandere)
This request comes from an anon! I changed it a bit though. “Anonymous said:Armin is at a frat party and is being harassed. Eren comes to
their rescue, succeeding in getting the jerk to stop bothering Armin”
Aww, look at the pretty little bitch who actually decided to
show up to the party? Did you remember to bring your panties, Arlert?
Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Did you say something?
Exactly. Now, be a good little bitch and I might even give you a
Want to say that to someone you can’t bully into submission?
Who the fuck do you think you-
Eren Jaeger. I’m the guy that’s probably going to beat your ass
to a pulp if you don’t step away from him.
Oh I’d like to see you try, kid.
Alright, let’s go. I haven’t had a fight in a while, and it will
be nice to beat up a piece of shit like you.
I am warning you, I’m not bluffing.
Okay, then have a go. I don’t hit first as a rule, so please,
feel free to start something. I can’t wait to bust out a few of your fucking
…You’re no worth my time. Consider yourself lucky. Let’s go,
Heh. Hey, are you okay?
Y-yeah. Th-thank you so much.
Don’t thank me, I hate people like that. Armin, right?
How did you-
We have chemistry together. You sit in the front row.
Yeah…and you sit in the back but…I didn’t expect you to actually
know me…No one does.
You answer a lot of questions, and I really admire that. I just
don’t understand science like you do.
I…I could…if you wanted to I could…help you with that…
Y-yeah…it’s the least I could do for what you did for me today…
Thank you so much, Armin! Want to come join me and my friends?
It seems like you’d have a lot more fun over there than here.
“Shit baby, yea just like that”, I groaned as Lani continued to take my entire length in her mouth. Niggas wonder why I aint step out on my girl, well its shit like this that keeps ya boy in line. Ain’t no need to find no other broad to satisfy my needs when I got the baddest woman in my bed every night and she ain’t even need to be asked or told to get a need off.
Resting my head back on the pillow, my eyes looking up at the ceiling while my hand found its way to the back of her head, grabbing a fist full of her straight hair.
The feel of my dick hitting the back of her throat had me gritting my teeth, trying my hardest not to bust then and there as I was enjoying this way too much to finish off quickly.
“Mmmm, taste so good”, Lani mumbled, sending a wave of vibrations all the way down to my toes causing a grunt to escape my lips. Suddenly the feel of her removing my length caused me to lift my head and look down at her with a raised eyebrow, “Why’d yo-shittttttt”, I groaned as she began sucking the life out of the tip while cuffing my balls and massaging them.
“Damn it Lani”, I groaned as after a few minutes she once again took my entire length and began deep throating me like never before, “Ain’t even my birthday bra”, I chuckled lowly to myself as my head fell back on the pillow and continued to enjoy this special treatment.
Feeling my nut building up by the second, my grip in Lani’s hair got tighter as I began to guide her head faster while, I lifted my hips and began thrusting myself into her mouth.
A few minutes later, I let out a grunt before clenching my jaw tight, “Fuckkkkk”, I groaned hard as I blew a large load down Lani’s mouth, which she gladly swallowed without hesitation. Breathing hard as I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath, though sound of Lani’s laugh caused me to open one eye and look over at her.
Cocking my head to the side, I lifted myself up so I was upright while Lani slid of the bed while wiping the sides of her mouth with a cocky smirk across her face, “Tell me what I did to deserve that, so I can keep doing it”, I winked as she shook her head and began swaying her hips as she walked towards the bathroom.
“Baddest bitch, you in first placeeeeee”, I sung out while chuckling and slipping out of bed too follow my girl so I could get a fuck in before the day officially begins.
Unfortunately my luck ran thin, as Isaiahs sniffles and low cries came through the monitor before I had even made it halfway to the bathroom, “Ty please go get my baby”, Lani yelled from inside the toilet causing me to mentally roll my eyes at how obvious the shit she pointed out was.
“OUR baby, woman”, I huffed as I slid into my basketball shorts and made my way out the bedroom with the sound of her laughing filled the room. Shaking my head at my crazy woman, I jogged towards Isaiahs room and bust through the door like a crazy man.
There sitting up on the bed was Isaiah, who had his small hands balled into fists as he rubbed his eyes, trying to wipe away his tears,”Why is my little man sad?”, I muttered as I immediately made my way over while frowning and trying to control my temper.
Seeing my son crying or upset, was something that set me off almost as much as the thought of Lani leaving me, “Daddy, come daddy”, He sniffled as he began crawling across the bed until he I was in reach of him, where I proceeded to pick him up.
“Whats wrong Zay?”, I asked, concern all in my voice as I ran my hand through his curls and looked him over making sure he was alright, “Potty”, He mumbled lowly before hiding his face in the side of my neck. Chucking as I shook my head, I immediately took him back to my bedroom so I could take him to the toilet.
“Ain’t no need to cry over that man, come on”, I chuckled as I opened the ensuite door where I found Lani tying her hair in a high ponytail, “Aww theres my baby, what’s wrong?”, She cooed before soon pouting when she saw Isaiahs red eyes.
“Ninja needed to use the toilet”, I muttered as I sat him on his feet and helped him pull his pajama pants down, before lifting him up and sitting him on the toilet. Once Zay was done, I helped him down and lifted him up so he could wash his hands before carrying him over my shoulder into our bedroom.
Lani was already sitting in the middle of the bed with a cheesy smile, while opening up her arms to take Isaiah, “Happy birthday to my handsome boy”, She cooed while placing kisses all over his face which caused him to start laughing as he wiggled in her grip.
“Damn its yo birthday, Zay? How old are you man?”, I joked with him as I laid back on the bed and watched on as Lani sat him on my stomach before resting her head on my pillow as she snuggled close.
“Im tree daddy”, Zay laughed as he held up 3 small fingers while Lani and I both just laughed at his pronunciation of ‘three’, “Its thhh-ree sweetie”, Lani chuckled as she ran her hand through his curls .
“T-ree”, Zay sounded out causing us both to chuckle once again, “Its okay man, you can be tree all you want”, I grinned why lifting him in the air above my head as he giggled and squealed.
“Okay, okay enough playing around lets go downstairs so I can feed my boys some pancakes and open some presents”, Lani grinned as she slid off the bed and turned around so she take a beaming Zay from my hands.
“Ohh shit, you got me presents baby?”, I joked while standing up and wrapping my arm around her shoulder just as Isaiah began shaking his head, “No for me”, He pouted while looking between the both of us.
“Yes there for you sweetheart, daddy aint getting nothing”, Lani said while laughing alongside Zay at my now satly expression I wore as we made our way down the stairs.
“Damn I get no love huh”, I playfully frowned while shaking my head and walking in front of them towards the kitchen where I found LJ lounging on one of the chairs.
Picking him up, I rested him in my arms so that his head was laying over my shoulder while he continued to sleep, “You still love me tho, dont you LJ”, I muttered as Lani and Zay’s giggles could be heard from behind me.
“Wuv you daddy”, Zay squealed causing me to grin as I turned around and found him with his arms stretched out trying to reach for me, “I’on think so little ninja, aint even wanna share none of your presents with yo old man”, I frowned while shaking my head causing Zays bottom lip to tremble as his eyes watered.
“Ah shit, I was just playing man”, I chuckled as I handed Lj to a smirking Lani and picked up Isaiah from her arms. Almost instantly, he wrapped his hands around my neck and buried his face while I laughed and kissed the top of his head.
Shaking my head with a grin, I took a seat on the chair as Lani began making us pancakes. Isaiah however stayed buried in my chest, arms holding onto me for dear life. Resting my forehead on top of his head, I couldnt help but think was this what it was like with Lani.
I will be the first to admit that my life depended on Nalani, completely. I was so emotionally, mentally and physically attached to this woman that just her very presences was the most comforting and soothing I had ever experienced. Isaiah seemed to adopt that same trait from me.
He only ever seemed completely settled and at ease when he was close to me or in my arms. Not even with Lani was he that attached and it was something that we had both picked up on. I didnt mind though, I first hand understood what its like to be abandoned and have no love from anyone for a period of time. Then when you do finally find love, whether a parents love or a companions love, you’d do anything to hold onto it tight and not let go.
“You wanna open one of your presents before you eat?”, I whispered lowly to Zay causing his grip to loosen up as he slowly pulled away and looked up at me with his big brown eyes,“You help me daddy?”, He asked quietly causing me to grin as I nodded his head.
“Ight, stay with mommy for a minute and i’ll go get it ight?”, I told him to which he slowly nodded as he contemplated letting go and going over to his moms who was flipping the pancakes, “Lani, come take Zay for a minute”, I muttered as I stood up off the chair and walked around the bench, handing over Isaiah.
Jogging down the hallway towards the games room, I spotted one of Isaiahs larger gifts and proceeded to pick up the 40 kilo gift before slowly making my way back towards the kitchen.
As soon as I came into view and Zay spotted me, his excitement shot through the roof and he began bouncing around in his moms arms with laughing and clapping his hands. Seeing his excitement always brightened my mood and today I was going to make sure that cheesy smile did not leave his face at all.
“Ohhh look at that baby”, Lani chuckled as she kissed his cheek and set him on his feet where she guided him over to where I had sat the huge gift on the floor,“Mine?”, Zay asked me with wide eyes causing me to chuckle as I nodded my head and sat on the floor next to it. Taking this as an invitation, he ran over and fell into my lap before turning around so he could face the gift.
“Help daddy”, He cheerfully said as his tiny hands tried ripping off the paper off just as Lani stood to the side smiling hard as she began taking photos and videos of the first birthday that he spends with us.
“Here, little man. Rip it from here”, I showed him as I held onto his hands and helped him tear through his first gift of the day. Finally getting it all off, Zay jumped up on his feet while squealing as he jumped up and down, “Like yours daddy, like yours!”, He beamed as he started circling the power operated mini Bugatti that was an exact replica of mine.
“Just like mine little man. We can even race now”, I grinned as I watched him try and get in before looking over at me for some help, “You like it sweetie?”, Lani asked as I sat him in the seat while she crouched down on the other side to give him a kiss.
Nodding his head, he wrapped one arm around Nala’s neck and pecked her lips, “Wuv it mommy, just like daddys”, He grinned as held onto the steering wheel while I turned it on so he could drive it.
“Please be careful”, Lani frowned at me as I began showing him the gas pedal and the breaks, “Relax baby he’s got this”, I chuckled as I kissed her lips and watched as she made her way back over to the kitchen bench so she could get our plates ready.
The rest of the morning was spent with just the three of us. We devoured a ton of pancakes until we struggled to move, Zay drove his car all over the house until Lani made us go outside where he continued to drive around and the rest of the morning was then filled with him opening a dozen other presents.
By the time it hit 12:30 the whole outside was decorated like a kids wonderland, courtesy of Briana, Jas and Lanis over excitement for today. Varies jumping castles, face painters, pony rides and they even went all out and hired carnivals rides and games. Lets just say they gave my credit card a nice workout but I didn’t mind as I wanted today to be a party he would literally never forget.
Once 1:30 hit people filled the back yard and children who were mostly from the orphanage, ran around like chickens without their heads. Although this was my sons day and I was beyond happy that he was enjoying himself, I couldn’t help but want to strangle most of the party guests.
By 3:00 I was ready to kick niggas out but of course couldn’t cause this was for my son. Sensing my annoyance Lani had made sure to come over a few times to calm me from kicking one of the kids in the head and so far I was doing pretty good if I do say so myself.
Why was I so on edge? Well because I had a bunch of people all up in my personal space and I for one hated people in general. Home was the one place I could escape but right now I couldn’t even do that .
“Ty, your face is all scrunched up again”, Lani whispered as she came from out of know where and stood in front of me with her hands on her hips, “I love my kid, I swear I do but forreal Im ready to start kicking people in the throats”, I muttered as I placed a cigarette in my mouth only to have it snatched back out causing an immediate mug to fall over my face.
“Theres kid here Tyson, no smoking”, Lani gritted out causing me to clench my jaw as my breathing began to pick up, “Nalani, Im really close to fucking losing it so dont push me ight, dont be fucking snatching shit from me either”, I spat out harshly, not feeling the least bit bad as she looked back me with wide eyes from shock.
“Daddyyyyyyy”, I heard Zay call out distantly causing Lani and I to break our stare down and turn our attention towards Isaiah who was running over towards us.
“Wassup little man”, I muttered as calmly as possible while bending down and picking him up while Lani just stood there slightly frowning, “Come play, you too mommy”, He beamed as he looked over his mom, who was trying to hide the stray tear that fell causing my guilt to finally hit.
“Shit, come here baby”, I mumbled as I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and kissed her lips softly, “Im sorry, Im just on edge baby”, I sighed as she un-tensed her body before giving me a small smile and walking away without saying a word.
Before I could follow her and apologize until she was happy again, my eye caught onto something that instantly sent my already boiling anger over the edge. Clenching my jaw I removed my eyes from the source of the anger and looked for a familiar face to watch over Isaiah while I handled it. Jasmine was the first I spotted so I made my way over while whispering to Zay, “Daddy’s just gotta go do something and then will go play okay?”, I told him causing me to nod his head almost instantly.
“Yo Jas, can you look after him for a minute. Ill be back”, I told her as she held her hands out instantly and took Isaiah from my grasp. Looking back over my shoulder, I balled my fists and began walking over before stopping as I eyed out a bottle of whiskey that was sitting on one of the adults tables.
Though I haven’t had a sip of alcohol in the longest, my sudden urge to down the bottle hit me like a wave of bricks and only seemed to bubble the mania inside me.
Without hesitating I quickly grab it, while I looked around to make sure no one was watching before continuing the walk towards the side of my house where the human being I hated was hiding.
Opening the bottle as I walked, I downed the half full bottle in record time before placing the its now empty self on a table and rounding the corner where she stood with her arms crossed and a smirk that I so wanted to slap off.
“What the fuck are you doing here Adrianna?”, I spat out as I took a step closer to her while feeling the rush of whiskey brew through my body as I fought with my mania side to stay put.
“Matter fact how the fuck you know where I live bitch?”, I gritted out while she just stood there with a smug look on her face as she eyed me up and down, “What I can’t come see my man and the little boy who should have been my son?”, She chuckled causing me to look at her with disgust.
“Your fucking joking right? Please tell me yo ass aint that delusional”, I laughed while shaking my head, not trying to believe this girl really just said some shit like that.
My laughter soon ceased, as my chest began heaving up and down, “Kill her King. Get rid of this no good hoe”, I heard in my head which instantly made my shake my head as I tried hard to fight my episode that was about to come out.
“Kill her, kill her now. Take her life, its what you do best”, I again heard as I clenched my jaw tight while narrowing my eyes at this slut in front of me. Maybe I should? I mean its what I do right? I kill people, I make them fear me so they dont be bothering me like this one was. If I just killed her than I wouldnt have to deal with her ever again.
I watched as Adriannas expression change from a smug to straight fear in seconds which caused a smirk to immediately wash over mine, “Thats right, you miss it dont you. That fear you put in peoples eyes, kill her King. Show them that you are the devil they speak of”, It was the last thing I heard before I lost myself.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”, I chuckled as I stepped closer to this prey that was trembling in front of me. I could practically smell the fear coming off of her and it never smelt so sweet.
“K-k-king?”, She stuttered as my eyes roamed her body, not being the least bit impressed by what she had to offer, “You miss me baby?”, I smirked as she nodded her head carefully causing me to send a punch straight to her jaw.
“You think that should make me happy? Make me want you?”, I asked with a raised eyebrow as I lifted her slumped body back up and took a step closer causing her to be backed up against the brick wall, “Why are you shaking?”, I chuckled as I ran my finger up her arm while cocking my head to the side so I could inhale her scent, which smelt like the blood that was dripping from her lip.
“I-m-m just happy you’re talking to me, touching me”, She whispered as I licked my lips before smirking. I just punched this bitch hard as hell and she talking shit like this. Crazy as fuck. Before she could say anything else more I leant down until our faces were in line with each other, eyeing out her lips, I could tell the anticipate was building up in her as my lips got closer and closer to hers.
Closing her eyes and slightly opening her lips, I clenched my jaw tight before bringing up my hand around her neck and gripping it tight, causing her eyes to shoot open in fear.
Lifting her off the ground a little I held up so she was once again leveled to my face without me having to bend down, “Im going to kill you now and Im going to enjoy every last second of it”, I whispered on her lips before pulling her body back a bit and slamming it back into the wall.
Using my other hand I stifled her scream and groan, “Sh sh shhh, now, now dont be too loud sweetheart we wouldn’t want to scare the little children now would we?” I laughed as tears cascaded down her cheeks rapidly which only seemed to excite me more.
“Y-y-your crazy”, She managed to get out causing me to throw my head back and laugh while my grip got tighter around her neck causing her to start gasping while clawing at my hand.
“You think baby? Thats what has you coming back aint it? You like this craziness. Couldnt stay away could you, but now that same craziness is gonna get you killed”, I chuckled as I loosened my grip a little, wanting to prolong her death a little longer so I could continue to taunt her.
“Shes going to leave you, shes going to take him and run away again”, She gasped out the worse possible thing she could ever say. Any trace of amusement had now left and all I could see was pure black. I wanted blood and I wanted it to be this worthless hoes blood on my hands.
“You’re going to regret saying that”, I said as calmly as possible, before using my free hand to reach into my pocket and pull out my keys that has a pocket knife on the key chain.
Opening the knife, I watched as she began crying harder at the sight of the knife, “Do it you piece of shit”, She cried as I lifted it up to neck with nothing but a grin on my face at the thought of finally ending this hoe’s life.
Gasping at the feel of the cold knife on her neck, I let my thoughts of blood take over as I pressed down.
“TYSON DONT DO IT!”, I yelled out before slapping my hand over my mouth. I saw the whole thing, from him eyeing her out in the middle of the party, him downing half a bottle of whiskey as if it was water and him literally going from a human to something so dark and evil that it literally chilled me to the core.
Initially I thought I was about to catch him cheating, hence why I followed but instead I walked into something entirely different, something I would surely never forget no matter how hard I tried.
“Please Ty, dont do this”, I pleaded as I hesitantly took another step closer to his visibly tense body, “Back the fuck up Briana, dont make me kill you too”, His icy voice finally spoke up, frightening me even more.
The girl he had in his grasp was crying so hard I was surprised she hadnt fainted yet. The knife that he was holding on to her neck was pushing against it but not hard enough to break any skin, yet.
I knew about this girl, Nala had told be about her few encounters with her and although this bitch looked like she deserved a good ass whooping, I wasn’t about to let him kill her at his son’s birthday party, with dozens of people around.
“Tyson please, think about this. Think about your family, Lani and Isaiah they just on the other side of the yard”, I plead as I felt my own tears building up. I couldn’t go and get Lani or one of the boys to help because in that time he most likely would have killed her before we came back.
“Shut the fuck you dont speak about them to me. Thats my family”, He gritted out as he dropped the hand that was holding the knife so he could turn over and look at me. Still holding her around the neck with the other, Adrianna looked like she was about to pass out any minute and I needed to stop it.
“This isn’t you Ty, this isn’t you. Please I need you to fight this, for your family”, I plead once again as I took another step closer where I noticed his grip loosened a little from around her neck.
“You don’t want Zay to see you like this Tyson. You’re more than this, your more than a kill Ty, you’re a father now”, I told him with a little more confidence as I noticed I was getting through to him.
His breathing was still hard, jaw still clenching and his hand still gripped the knife tightly but the conflicting look in his eyes told me he was having a interbattle as he tried to fight his manic episode.
“Zay is asking for you Ty, he wants to play with his daddy. Lets go find him”, I continued as I knew I was winning him over by the second.
Without another word, he let go of her her neck causing her body to slump to the ground where she continued to gasp and choke out, trying to get her breathing properly again.
“Give me the knife Ty”, I asked calmly as I held my shaky hand out. Tyson on the other hand eyed my hand out carefully before rolling his eyes and closing the knife before shoving it back it his pocket, “Dont push your luck B”, He muttered lowly causing a relieved chuckle to escape my lips as sarcastic Tyson was showing again, even though he was still black.
”I knew you wouldnt do it you stupid prick. No longer the big bad devil are you”, Adriana spat out as she chuckled bitterly which only pissed me off. Looking back over at Tyson who began clenching his jaw, I immediately stepped in front of him and bent down, sending a closed fist straight to her nose.
Falling back as I knocked her out cold, blood gushed from her nose while I shook my hand from the pain that shot through it thanks to that hard punch. Turning back around, I grinned as Tyson stood there chuckling with an amused look on his face, “She talked too much”, I shrugged as I nodded my head towards the back yard
“You gonna be okay?”, I asked as we began making our way back to the party but both visibly not in the mood anymore to be around a bunch of screaming children. Instead of speaking, Ty nodded his head before shoving his hands in his pockets and hiding most of his face behind his snapback and hoodie.
“Just try stay out of trouble, okay?”, I sighed as we rounded the corner and I began to make my way over to where I spotted a cheerful Ace, “Yo B”, I heard Ty mumble causing me to stop in my tracks and look over my shoulder.
“Dont tell Lani what happened okay?”, He muttered in a somber tone as I nodded my head and gave him a sympathetic look, “And thank you. for uh what you did back there. I appreciate it”, He muttered again before sighing and walking towards the back door of the house.
Smiling with surprise at his words of thanks, I shook my head lightly before continuing my journey over to Ace. Sending Adrian a smile as I sat beside him I accepted the beer he offered me before resting my head on his shoulder while my mind travelled back to the events that had just occurred.
Seeing someone go from a normal state to such a state of rage was one of the most terrifying things I would ever think off. The mental state of Tyson completely changed within seconds, he quite literally became a whole other person.
My respect for Nalani had multiplied by a thousand after having witnessed what she literally lived through every time the man she so desperately loved had a episode and I had finally realised not only how strong she actually was but also how much she deeply and truly loved this man.
As for Tyson, I couldn’t help but understand him a little more and that just sent me to feel bad for him more than what I did before. It must be the hardest thing to fight against a mental disease that you had no control over, but the fact that he had some how manage to stop himself was amazing.
Not only that, but just like Lani , the love Tyson had for his family was so powerful that it could literally break through his mental disease and keep him even a little sane.
“Hey, you good baby?”, Ace suddenly asked, pulling me out of my thoughts as I looked over and nodded my head while smiling. The overwhelming feeling of love and appreciation had hit me hard and all I wanted to do was stay wrapped up in my own man.
“Ace?”, I called out to him after he returned back to his conversation with the boys, “Wassup up babygirl?”, He muttered lowly as he kissed the top of my head before leaning his forehead against mine, “I love you Adrian”, I told him for the first time causing him to pull away slightly so he could look down at me with wide eyes.
Though we have been together for awhile now, Ace and I have never spoken them words to each other before. I mean we knew we loved each other but I think we were both just scared to express ourselves with such a big thing as it meant we were taking the next step in our relationship.
“What did you say?”, He whispered lowly still with surprise in his eyes, which seemed to make my heart beat to pick up as I might have misjudged his feelings for me, “I love you, but it doesn’t mean you have to say it if you do-”, I began rambling before being cut off as he crashed his lips onto mine.
“I love you too thickness”, He muttered on my lips as a tear rolled down my face that he wiped away for me, “About time yo ass tells me. Holding out on a nigga”, He chuckled causing me to pull away as I laughed.
“Why didnt you tell me how you felt earlier than !”, I chuckled as I lightly slapped his chest while helping him stand up so we could go inside, “Cause you took so long to say it, I started to think you didnt love ya man”, He shrugged as he suddenly picked me up bridal style and jogged through the house until stopping in his tracks as we found Tyson, Lani, J , Jas and Brock all in the kitchen away from everyone.
“What’s going on?”, Ace asked as he sat me on my feet, while I kept my eyes on Tyson and Lani, worried that she some how found out, “Ty is black, dono if we should sedate him”, J mumbled lowly while shaking his head. Lani on the other hand looked like she was on the verge of tears and Ty was sitting on the stool, with his head down while everyone spoke about him as if he wasn’t even there.
Instantly feeling bad for him, I walked over and wrapped my arm around Nala, “I don’t think you should, I mean its not like his raging or going crazy. He seems pretty fine to me, why sedate him. Right Ty?”, I said before shrugging my shoulders as everyone turned to me and sent me raised eyebrows and weird looks.
Tyson on the other hand, slowly lifted his head up and pushed his hoodie back as he looked over at me, staring at me as if he was waiting for an ulterior motive which was not the case, “You tell us Ty, do you think you can handle it or would you prefer to be sedated? I think you should decide”, I said softly as I felt Lani intertwined her fingers with my own and give them a small squeeze in appreciation.
“I wanna spend the rest of the afternoon on the jumping castle with my son”, He muttered lowly which seemed to send the women all emotional as Lani began to cry, Jas shed tears and my eyes watered at how helpless he sounded.
If the moment couldn’t have gotten any more emotional, the fact that Isaiah ran inside screaming ‘Daddy’, while laughing made my tears to fall, “You come play now daddy?”, Zay asked as he jumped into Tysons arms and wrapped his legs around his waist.
“I dont know, we gotta ask mommy”, Ty mumbled causing Zay to look over at his mother who had wiped her cheeks from them tears, “Mommy can daddy and me play?”, He asked sweetly, sending Jas and I to start ‘awwing’ at how cute he was.
“Yes sweetheart, you guys go play”, She grinned softly as she walked over and hugged them both while telling them both how much she loved them before pulling away and walking out the back with them, followed by Jas, J and Brock.
“So is the mood ruined or are we still gonna go get it in?”, Ace asked while wiggling his eyebrows as he licked his lips and began making his way over to me, “Always so romantic, how did I ever get so lucky?”, I dramatically sighed in a breathless tone causing Ace to chuckled as once again picked me up bridal style and began jogging up the stairs.
“Say it again”, He mumbled as he started kissing along my neck as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling, “I love you”, I whispered, feeling his smile against my skin.
Heading straight to the spare room that Ace and I had claimed when Tyson and Nalani first moved in, Ace didnt wait a second before throwing me on the bed and racing to strip out of his clothes.
“Why you watching me, come on girl start stripping”, He exclaimed as I just fell back on the bed and laughed at how serious he was, “Oh we gonna be seeing who is laughing in a minute”, He muttered as he stood there naked and full erect.
Taking a gulp, I stared at him wide eyed as it hit me that he was being dead serious. Happy that I had no school or work tomorrow, I laid back and waited for my man to work my body all night.
What made it even better, was knowing that he loved me.
Well, guess we can add “Toothless” to the list of Scout’s nicknames. She has a slab fracture on her upper left carnassial tooth. I was brushing her teeth the other night when I noticed some major plaque business going on on one of her upper teeth. So I bust out my little tooth scraper to gently scrape off the plaque only to find out that her entire tooth was moving. It’s kind of hard to explain, but it’s like, an outer piece of her tooth broke off of the main tooth but is still attached to the gum line.
I took her to the vet today and vet said to remove “at the very least” the part that’s hanging off (think hangnail). He says he may have to remove the entire tooth depending on how the tooth looks when he gets in there. If he does, he says not to worry and that it will not negatively affect her day-to-day. She’s just gonna be you know…missing a tooth. It will just add to her street cred. #SCOUTLIFE, you know what I’m sayin’?
Anyway, the extraction is set for this coming Monday. She does need to go under, so of course, IHAVEALLTHENERVES. I’ve decided to take that day off so I can stay with her as she recovers.
Oh and I have no idea how she fractured her tooth. We don’t give antlers or bones ever – for this very reason alone. The vet said the fracture could be due to any one thing really. He said, “just like with humans, you could be chewing on ice or something one day, and you break your tooth. Sometimes it just happens.” Apparently, carnassial fractures are common in dogs who are chewers.
Scout is still in good spirits though, despite being a snaggletooth. She’s eating fine, her energy level is normal, and she doesn’t seem to be in discomfort and/or pain.
Guess who’s probably gonna be about $150-200 short by the 12th. Yep. Which means I won’t get to move out by next Friday. Probably gonna cry. So yeah. Check out my items page and please buy some readings. Everything’s updated. May not be able to ship bath bombs for about a week or so. Also, added my asshole tarot readings for purchase. Please buy something. I cannot stay in this home for any longer. Just within the last month I’ve had a second degree burn, five stitches in my mouth, teeth broken, a busted mouth, a cracked brow bone, several of my possessions taken out destroyed, all caused by a single woman. I’m at my wits end, and it absolutely broke me to find out I may have to wait another two fucking weeks for just $150. So yeah, please buy something. I’m well known for my custom prayer beads and sugar scrubs, so please consider going through my Items and Divination pages. I’m far past desperate.