Summary: Nat and Wanda get tired of the ever growing sexual tension between you and Bucky so they decide to take action.
Word count: 2639
Warnings: swearing, implied smut
Requested by anon: Can you do a Bucky x reader based on the song Slow Hands by Niall Horan. I live for your writing.
A/N: this was my first songfic. I wrote a fic inspired by the song using a few variations of lines that fit with the story rather than one with big chunks of lyrics between paragraphs. Hope it’s ok 😊
‘Damn that man is something else’ Natasha sighed as she stretched on a training mat next to Wanda. She was gazing at Bucky as he grunted against the weights on the bench press and Wanda giggled at her dumbfounded expression.
‘Keep dreaming Nat, you know he only has eyes for (Y/N). She’s got him wrapped around her little finger but she has no idea. I bet he’d walk through fire if she asked him to’ she laughed when Natasha rolled her eyes and she got her phone out of the gym bag lying next to her. 'Who’re you texting now?’
’(Y/N)’. Wanda tutted and giggled again. 'She has to see this’ she said, her eyes moving again to Bucky as he got off the bench and dragged the back of his hand over his forehead to wipe the sweat off of his face and she hit send. When your phone had gone off you were sat with Sam, both in silence as you scrolled through your Instagram feed just enjoying each other’s company. Knowing Nat it was nothing but the text made it sound urgent so you exhaled heavily and sat up.
'Urgh I’ve got to go. Nat wants me’ you sighed and Sam rolled his eyes.
'She still trying to set you up with Bucky?’ he asked and you laughed.
'Something like that. God I wish she’d stop it’s just embarrassing for me. It’s not even like he likes me back’ you whined and Sam scoffed.
'Keep telling yourself that. Sorry do you need a guide dog? I think you may have gone blind’ he retorted.
'Ha ha. But seriously I’ve got to go’ you said, waving as you walked out and headed down to the gym. When you shoved the doors open Nat’s face lit up and she waved you over. You met her bright grin with an irritated scowl and she and Wanda both burst out laughing. Unbeknownst to you, Bucky, upon noticing your arrival, had puffed his chest out, loaded up the weights so they held at least 200lbs and started deadlifting the enormous weight. Deliberately not looking at him you keep your eyes on the girls and make a beeline for their mat so you miss the side glances Bucky was giving you, hoping you’ll look over. 'What?’ you hissed when you got within earshot. Nat just grinned wickedly, nodding over at Bucky while Wanda was in stitches laughing. 'And?’
'And he’s hot as hell and every day that you skirt around the glaringly obvious sexual tension between you makes me question what the hell is wrong with you’ she replied, her voice gradually getting louder. 'Look just go over and talk to him’ she said and you sighed. 'Please?’ she whined and you huffed and got up from the mat.
'Fine’ you snapped and you made your way over to him. 'Hey Buck’ you greeted, lifting a hand to wave at him as you approached. When he saw you his eyes widened, he dropped the weights just missing his foot and he cursed under his breath. 'Sorry, did I interrupt? I’ll just go’ you said, turning slightly to return to Nat and Wanda.
'No!’ he almost yelled and you turned back to him. 'I mean no you didn’t interrupt, it’s fine I was just about to stop anyway’ he said hurriedly.
'Can you really lift all that?’ you asked in disbelief, noting the loaded up bar at his feet.
'Yeah, you know it’s really not that hard, it’s all in the stance. Come here I’ll show you’ he stepped back and gestured for you to stand in front of it. You bit your lip and looked back at the girls who were nodding furiously and sticking their thumbs up at you.
'Ok but only if you take some of the weights off. Not all of us are super soldiers Barnes’ you teased and he laughed nervously as he went to lessen the weight you’d be lifting. You stood in front of the bar with Bucky inches behind you and he instructed you in a low voice, sending shivers down your spine with every word that left his lips.
'First you gotta stand with your legs apart and your feet just underneath the bar’ he said and when you complied he nodded and continued. 'Then when you bend over to grab the bar make sure you keep your legs straight’. You did as he said, bending over and wrapping your fingers round the metal, trying desperately to ignore all the dirty thoughts fogging your mind as you felt your bum press against his crotch and you flushed when he made no effort to move back. 'When you’re ready to lift, bend your knees so your shins touch the bar, lift your chest, straighten your back and pull. Take a deep breath, hold it and stand up with the weight’. You bent your knees and lifted the bar as he said, almost laughing when you felt it come off of the floor. When it became too much you dropped it, stepping back and bumping into Bucky.
'Whoops’ you giggled as you fell into his chest which soon became more of a nervous chuckle as you felt his large hands come to rest on your hips and his hot breath on your neck as his hair tickled your cheek.
'Whoa there, think you might need to sit down’ he said, so quietly it was like a whisper and you nodded, wanting nothing more that to leave this uncomfortable situation. 'Here’ he said, offering you his water bottle as you sat on the bench next to his mat. You thanked him and took a swig from the bottle, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and looking over at the girls who’d been watching, gaping in disbelief. You raised an eyebrow at them and missed the lustful look Bucky was giving you as you took another mouthful of his water. You looked back to Bucky as he returned to deadlifting the weights and shot him a smile as you leaned back on the bench, waving at Steve when he entered. One eyebrow arched when he saw you sat with Bucky but he shrugged and made his way over to you.
'Hey (Y/N), didn’t think you’d be here’ he said, apparently ignoring Bucky, still releasing grunts of exertion.
'Rogers I’m offended. I come to the gym all the time, boy do I love training’ you said sarcastically and he laughed. 'Buck was just teaching me how to deadlift. He’s really a very, very good teacher’ you said putting emphasis on each word and lowering your voice almost to a whisper, inwardly laughing as Bucky’s grunts turned to embarrassed coughing.
'Nice (Y/N)’ Steve replied, smiling at you as your inward laughs turned to childish giggles. 'Anyway I thought you girls always spent the whole day leading up to one of Tony’s parties getting ready?’ he said and your eyes widened.
'That’s tonight? Oh shit’ you exclaimed, running over to where Wanda and Nat were still sat, evidently not planning on training any time soon. You grabbed their hands and pulled them up, still looking slightly panicked. 'Tony’s party is tonight?’ you yelled and they nodded nonchalantly. 'Why didn’t you tell me? Oh god I’ve got nothing to wear! I can’t go I’ve not had enough time to get ready’.
'Relax (Y/N) we’ve already picked out a dress for you and Nat will do your hair and makeup. You have to look killer tonight, we’re gonna get our old pal Buckaroo to give way to his urges and finally make a move on you. He just needs a little push’ Wanda explained and you rolled your eyes, tugging them both by the hand out of the gym and up to your bedroom.
'It doesn’t leave much to the imagination does it?’ you said, your voice a high pitched squeak with nerves as you tugged at the hem of the slim fitting burgundy dress that stopped above your mid thigh. The plunging neckline showed off a modest amount of cleavage and Nat had straightened your hair and given you a smokey eye with lipstick almost the exact colour as the dress and velvet six inch heels. Wanda squealed when you stepped out and Nat’s jaw dropped. 'Does it look terrible?’ you asked nervously.
’(Y/N) if I was Bucky I’d fuck you on the spot’ Nat deadpanned and your rolled your eyes. 'Ok well lets get going I can’t wait for you two to get together for much longer!'
'Steve is she trying to fucking kill me?’ Bucky growled to his best friend, his hands tightening around the beer bottle he was holding and his eyes never leaving you as you danced with some of the tech guys. Nat and Wanda were with you, wholly encouraging you as you swung your hips teasingly and beckoned one of them forwards with one finger. When he came closer your hand closed around his tie and you pulled him towards you as you began grinding against him.
'Language Buck’ Steve warned. 'I told you, tell her how you feel and then you might be dancing with her. Like that’ he said, blushing at little as he watched your overly provocative dance around the flustered man you’d chosen to be your victim. Bucky growled, now watching your partner and he made up his mind to teach this little boy to stay away from his girl. 'Don’t hurt him Buck’ Steve yelled in vain to his retreating back. When your back was turned Bucky almost soundlessly pulled the technician back and took his place, any noises of protest being drowned out by the music. When you felt two muscular arms tighten around your waist and pull you up against him, you knew it was Bucky and you leant into his touch.
'Doll, what do you think you’re doing?’ he growled into your ear and you worked to suppress the moan threatening to break your composure. 'I’ve been watching you all night in this little number and you’ve not looked my way once’. You responded by spinning around to face him, gripping the lapels of his jacket with both hands and pulling him even closer.
'You mean like this?’ you whispered, smiling innocently up at him as you met his dark blue eyes. He pressed his forehead to yours and his fingers dug into your sides making you sigh with pleasure and close your eyes. You let the music carry you, pushing yourself up against the front of Bucky’s jeans and whispering his name into his ear as you moved your hips rhythmically against his.
'Fuck’ he snarled and you pulled back, looking into his eyes for mere milliseconds before his lips crashed into yours and he was kissing you with a desperate urgency that made you smirk as you kissed back, your hands snaking under his jacket and wrapping round his waist, feeling the rippling muscles underneath his dress shirt. His hands were slowly moving down from your hips to your thighs, the metal on skin contact making you gasp against his lips and giving him an entrance to force his tongue inside your mouth. They found the hem of your dress and started pushing it up, getting dangerously high and you pulled away, his lips chasing yours in an attempt to get them back. You removed your hands from his hips and pushed his hands away then grabbed his tie, pulling his head down to your level you pressed your lips to his ear.
'Not here’ you whispered, only just audible to him above the sound of his own heartbeat and the booming music. 'We should take this back to my room’. When you let go of his tie he remained close, breathing heavily and staring at you, his eyes almost black with desire. He nodded and gripped your hand as though making sure that there was no way he was leaving the party without you, pulling you through the partying throng and out of the door, not stopping until he reached the elevator and hit the button. When the doors closed his lips met yours again, his body pinning you to the wall and his flesh hand gripped one exposed thigh and hoisted it up so it rested on his hip. He kept this hand firmly on your thigh but let his metal hand roam your body, slowly skimming up one side from the hem of your dress to your collarbone, forcing a guttural moan to leave your lips. Your hands tugged at his hair as he left wet kisses along your neck, down to your cleavage and back up to your ear, nipping on your lobe and eliciting yet another breathless moan from you.
'You were dancing with that kid from tech’ he whispered and your breathing hitched. 'You led that poor boy on to play with me’. You nodded silently, squeezing your eyes shut and noting how quickly Bucky had regained control. He was pushing your dress up tantalisingly slowly but when he saw your burgundy lace panties you could tell his control was weak as his eyes widened and he swallowed.
'Yes Sergeant’ you gasped and his eyes shot to yours. Once more closing the gap between you he buried his face in your hair as he tried to recompose himself. 'The boy meant nothing. It’s you I really want. I want you, Bucky’ you simpered and he pulled back to look into your eyes. 'I’m yours’. That was it for Bucky. A low, animalistic groan emanated from his chest and he pushed himself into you, rejoining your lips but your hands didn’t stop, steadily moving over each other’s bodies as though systematically trying to memorise each and every curve and muscle. You were so caught up in each other that neither of you heard the doors of the elevator open or Nat and Wanda both watching, their mouths agape as you stripped Bucky of his jacket and began on his buttons and as Bucky clawed desperately at the seams of your dress until they tore. He discarded the dress and stood back, gazing at you with admiration as he drank in your exposed form, your flushed cheeks as you stood in just your matching underwear and heels and the playful smile on your face. You beckoned him towards you and he complied, dropping his own shirt on the floor as he did. Planting himself between your legs, he kissed you with such passion that it took your breath away and your hands ran across his broad chest and muscled torso, digging your nails in a little leaving tiny red scratches in your wake.
'I really liked that dress as well’ both your heads snapped up in shock at Nat’s voice and you pulled Bucky in front of you when you saw both of them stood there. 'Oh well I’ll get another one’ she shrugged as though nothing had happened and you peeked out at her from behind Bucky. He turned his head slightly to look down at you.
'Your room?’ he asked and you nodded, leaving your clothes in the lift as Bucky lifted you off of your feet so that your legs were wrapped around his waist and his hands cupped your bum. You made your way past the girls and to your bedroom door at the end of the corridor, hungrily attacking Bucky’s lips with your own as he fumbled behind himself to open you door.
'Tell us all about it’ you heard Wanda yell after you, just before Bucky kicked the door shut, lay you onto your bed and, lowering himself on top of you, reattached his lips to yours as a beginning to a night you would never forget.
Tips for transitioning from 'realism' to 'cartoons'
( this is mostly for @stiles-and-the-sourwolf but you’re welcome to read it either way.)
Okay so the thing about drawing in a ‘looser’ style (or a more cartoonish style) is you must must must MUST learn to trust yourself, and be forgiving. It’s really about loosening up the 'rules’ of anatomy and letting things become more exaggerated and fluid.
It’s a huge problem that I’ve found amongst many of my artist friends who tend to draw in a more realistic and 'refined’ style. They’ve gotten into the habit of working into a piece for long periods of time, and striving for a certain level of anatomical perfection that is often—if not always—on par with photo realism. This means that their process usually involves working into small, key parts of the art until it fits together like a lovely puzzle. This is typically called the 'grid technique’, whether you use actual grids or not, and it’s perfect for creating a well rendered, full-feeling piece.
The problem is is that it tends to set you up for a few different problems when it comes to a more cartoonish style.
For one thing, cartoon anatomy is never as it should be, and things are generally never WHERE they should be, either. Buuut, that’s kind of the point, because the style leans heavily on the motion, the shape of the character, and the fluidity of their form.
What matters most in these types of styles is showing the character through their forms as much as possible, and often as SIMPLY as possible. Think about all the hundreds of Disney characters out there, and think about how each one has a very specific body shape to match their personality.
For example: Bell’s father. He’s the typical Disney short, round-bodied, mustaches father figure that you see throughout many Disney films. He has a sputtering voice, a general doofy personality, typically kind of useless, and tends to bounce around like a bouncy ball. His round form encompasses his character much better than, say, a long, tall, skinny body would.
Another (not Disney) example: Miyazaki’s strong female lead-characters. They all tend to be sort of squat, strong bodied, slightly rounder (more trustworthy) faces, with a stubborn pout. You automatically know that this girl/woman means business, and is going to kick butt and take names and, like, save someone/everyone/herself.
Now, a lot of this all comes down to animation, and the fact that simplicity is necessary for something you’re drawing a million times. The simpler the design, the easier it is to draw frame, by frame, by frame. But, even without animating, a key part of drawing in a cartoonish style is always going to be expressing as much information about the character/environment/story as possible with the smallest amount of effort.
A prime example of that would be the Tintin comics, or Charlie Brown. Each comic has it’s own level of simplicity that is, seriously, basically down to single lines and blobs of color. And if you look closely at a comic panel, you’ll probably feel like you’re falling into some abstract piece of art. But, the thing is… they work.
Tintin’s head is about 14 lines total, and yet somehow Hergé manages to bring forth a vast range of emotions and expressions with very little effort at all.
This, again, is also due to repetition. Comic books have always had a tendency to lean towards the more simplistic styles do to the whole, you know, drawing the character over and over again thing. Not that there aren’t comic book artists who totally ignore that and go into some insane levels of detail for each frame, but as a general rule, you’re going to see the 'cartoon’ style in comics. It’s easier to draw, less time consuming, and is often contributed to easier/smoother reading.
Now, trust and forgiveness.
The thing about shooting out a quick sketch is that there’s a certain level of 'I don’t give a fuck’ that goes along with it.
You’ve drawn it, it’s done, it’s out there, who cares?
And to many artists, that’s a screech-worthy sentence right there.
But, it’s sort of an integral part of loosening up your style.
Sketching or drawing out a cartoonish character takes a lot of confidence, trust, and again, that forgiveness thing. You need to teach yourself to let those lines flow freely, to trust that you can complete this figure with or without mistakes, and to forgive yourself when it doesn’t come out looking 'perfect’. This can be hard, or even next to impossible for certain realism artists to accomplish. It can be infuriating for them, especially when they can render so masterfully, and yet this simple… doodle seems to be the bane of their existence.
The trick, for me, is to set yourself up with limitations.
Try drawing with only an ink pen. No erasing, no fixing mistakes, no sketch layer. It might smudge, it might leak, and the second eye might end up too high up. Take the risk, and draw.
Try doing very light blocking with the pen, try going completely free hand and see where some of your anatomy strengths and weakness are.
Try drawing the same face over and over again, until you can get the same amount of details/information down without a second thought. Try simplifying the first drawing. Try limiting the amount of lines or shading used. Challenge yourself to be quick, to finish a complete character in ten minutes or less.
Try using a medium you’ve never used before. Learn to love it or hate it.
Try drawing with your opposite hand. (Does it look terrible? Maybe, but I bet you automatically tried to simplify and expedite the drawing process.)
Try using only blocks of color or shadow to make a face. Do not add details. See how recognizable it looks just from shading.
Try focusing on character qualities and the shapes, poses/posture, and colors that they brings to mind.
Draw a loud, boisterous person. (What shape would they be? Are they muscular, tall, threatening? Do they stand with their chest out? Do they wear reds and warm colors?)
Draw a quiet, timid person. ( are they small, hunched, slim? Do they wrap their arms around themselves a lot? Do they wear blues and browns and colors that blend in with the background?)
Draw a hunter.
Draw a mother.
Draw types of people/animals/environments you’ve never drawn before. Push yourself to do create people with more exaggerated features or postures. People with bigger, longer, skinnier, wider, smaller elements of anatomy.
And, like I said, it will be a challenge. It will feel silly and frustrating and even demeaning. But trust me, learning to loosen up and trust yourself enough make mistakes and accept them can be extremely freeing no matter what style you use.
Metamorphosis (6/10) | Once upon a time, Dan Howell and Phil Lester were best friends. They did everything together, from hanging out at each other’s house, to sitting next to each other at school - but one day, Dan was torn away from Phil by none other than Phil himself. Five years on, and Dan still doesn’t know why his best friend threw Dan away. Was it the fault of the bullies who relentlessly picked on Phil, or was it Dan himself? Dan just didn’t know. So when a chance to protect Phil and get his best friend back arises, Dan jumps on it in a heartbeat, and uses his own confidence to boost Phil’s just enough to make the bullies back away. | Phan | Teen and Up | High School AU, Bullying, Getting Together, Make Over Fic, Kissing Booth, Kissing Lessons | 2,410 Words this chapter
Disclaimer: In no way do I pretend that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.
Thanks again to my beta etoilesdephan for her wonderful help editing this fic <33
2-D actually getting the space hair w/ s/o (this is just, i need)
2D whines as the cold water drips down his neck, and you quickly wipe it off with the towel. “Sorry, sorry, I’m getting it,” you say, and he taps his foot impatiently. He sits on the edge of his bath, legs in the empty tub, his hair damp and spiked up in all directions, while you shake up two different bottles of hair dye; red and purple. He cranes his neck, trying to look at you, but you take ahold of his head and point it forward again.
“I need to put the vaseline on,” you tell him, opening up his cabinet and taking out a massive jar of the stuff. You slick your fingers up and gently wipe it around his hairline, on the tops of his ears, making sure that every inch if his skin close to his hair is covered. “What’s this for?” he asks, shifting as you wipe a slimy streak of it down his neck. “It’s so the dye doesn’t stain your skin,” you tell him, “first time I dyed my hair, I didn’t use it. I had purple ears for almost 2 weeks,”
As I’m working on some symbol memes and plots right now, I wanted to share an update on my foster babies! These three were super rough when they were brought to me (Tallulah, the girl at the top, had Fading Kitten Syndrome from a mixture of severe dehydration, a respiratory infection, and all three were sick from drinking cow’s milk - please don’t give neonatal kittens cow’s milk, just don’t do it.) hence why my first picture of her was of me holding her. I wouldn’t leave her for 72 hours, but with subcutaneous fluids and antibiotics, she pulled through and started thriving! Now all three are old enough for adoption! The calico girls are going home together and our little pearly white boy is getting groomed and fixed up for his first adoption event next weekend to find someone to love.
Moral of the story: foster programs are awesome. Kittens are awesome. And seriously feel free to ask me questions about fostering because it’s heckin’ great to save animals who are scheduled for euthanasia and cheaper + simpler than most people think. The babies love you and they send kisses. <3
Why don't you like Rebecca? Not trying to start a fight, i just wanna know!
Well, this is going to be a long one! (And thank you for asking nicely rather than accusing me of being sexist and women hating…)
There are two problems with Rebecca and why I don‘t like her. One is poor writing, the other is whichever way you slice it, her personality flipped completely.
Flip one. October-March (and prior from what we know) Rebecca was completely 100% willing to be the other woman, to be the affair. She tried to get Robert in bed multiple times with no guilt, and only felt bad at the end of 2016 when she realised there was no hope for them. This as a character trait is fine. Let’s face it, if I had Robert in front of me and thought I had a shot? I’d give it a go (though I’d also accept the “no” when it came and not keep pushing it). If she’s a character who likes sex, is morally okay with being the affair while Robert has a relationship; which we know she is, see Chrissie, then fine. I mean, I don’t like it, but if that’s what she wants to do, fine.
I am not criticising her for that. I am absolutely tearing a strip off that character for the day after the one night stand she’d been craving, choosing to forget that she’d actively been pursuing him for six months, wedding ring or not. I am confused that she’d willingly cheat repeatedly with her sisters fiancé, someone she’s very close to and then suddenly turn around and go “You’re still with Aaron? You lied!” It makes no sense. She has no problem cheating (again, not criticising the character choices, people like this exist in real life), so why does it suddenly turn around 100%?
Flip Two. A woman who enjoys casual sex (see Ross Barton and several implications within arguments with Chrissie) would be on birth control. She’s an adult in a western country with complete access to it. There is no reason she wouldn’t be unless trying for a baby. Forget pregnancy, protecting herself from STD’s would most likely be job number one. I don’t believe someone who has a lot of sex which we’re meant to believe of her would be so reckless with her own safety. And she knows Robert is promiscuous, why wouldn’t she protect herself?
Flip Three. The incredibly questionable retconning of the abortion. It’s like no one at ED even thought to question a woman who has actually gone through a traumatic abortion. A woman who has, firstly is incredibly unlikely to go near the said man who first “forced” her into it (I mean, what a terrible choice of wording there) and secondly, if she does because she wants him or is in love with him, she makes damn sure she can’t get pregnant again. It’s human nature.
Character flip 4. She came back to the village at Robert’s request. She set her family up at Robert’s request. She helped put Lachlan in prison because Robert asked her to. And now, because he behaved the way Robert always does, she hates him? It’s a struggle to get my head around when she so willingly sold her family down the river six months ago for him.
Flip 5. The sudden yearning she’s always had to be a mother. Not buying this. Yes, people are completely entitled to want children, to desperately want them and I’ll never say anything against that. (This is not an anti woman rant) But she has quite literally never mentioned it. Not even saying to Chrissie about Lachlan, you know you’re lucky, right? Women who want children talk about it. Because it’s completely in their hearts and minds a lot of the time. Especially when they had that mess of Lawrence’s DNA, why wouldn’t it come up that she wants a baby?
Then you come to the actual writing problems with the character and holes that really don’t help her. A huge problem I have with her character is the biphobic comments she keeps making. I let them go in 2016, because I thought it was maybe one or two writers interpretations, and she was trying to rile Robert up, the way he spars with quite a few other characters.
She keeps pretending Robert’s with Aaron because he’s deluded, rather than the possibility he likes both genders.
And it’s been so consistent, I can’t ignore it. It’s very hard to like someone who keeps pretending my own sexuality doesn’t exist.
Also, as a writing choice they had the perfect in built time period to have Rebecca questioning what to do about this unplanned pregnancy. No pressure from Robert, left to her own devices, what does she want to do and they chose not to do this. Not to even attempt to see this story from her side, which I feel would have helped her reception immensely to the GA.
Then the consent issue. Whether they intended it or not, there is a grey area there which I’ve discussed plenty. Even if you think it’s fine, for Rebecca its obviously a cheap move to sleep with someone who’s clearly vulnerable and emotional, never mind drunk. I happen to believe Robert would have slept with her if he were sober, because of the external pressures he was under at the time, AND the drink was not used as an excuse or a reason by any character on screen (mainly Aaron). So why have Robert drunk with a very hazy memory of the night in question? “I must have passed out.” All it does is make Rebecca look firstly terrible, secondly like she was waiting for any opportunity to jump into bed with him. Neither of which are likable qualities.
Another writing issue is we don’t know who Rebecca is. As a person, as a character. Everything she has done since arriving in the village is for the plot and nothing helps you get to know her any more. Yes, all soap characters do stupid things for plot, with the amount they air every week they have to. But you usually see the character, the person underneath when they’re not being used like this. For Rebecca you don’t.
Yes, her character has been written atrociously, I don’t think anyone watching this show could argue. But there comes a point where you can’t see the character past the bad writing, she becomes the bad writing because the only thing consistent about this character? Her inconsistency.
From Big Finish Doctor Who Doom Coalition 3: The Crucible of Souls
Eight: Come on! Come on! River: Something the matter? Eight: I’m trying to put it on manual. All the systems are automated. I don’t feel comfortable flying the TARDIS if I’m not actually…flying it! River: Now you know how your companions feel. Eight: I’m a pilot, not a passenger. River: It does look all terribly state of the art. Far more advanced than yours. Eight: That’s just cosmetic. I’m sure I can just download the upgrades, if I wanted to. River: So why don’t you? Eight: Because I don’t want to. My TARDIS is like a fine wine, a vintage car. She may be old but she’s got character. River: I’ll tell her you said that. Eight: I’m perfectly happy with the standard operating systems. Ugh…there we go. River: I take it that you’re driving now? Eight: Not quite yet but I am now. Oh she’s a feisty one. River: Oh you have no idea around feisty. Maybe if I helped. Eight: I doubt that would do any good. Flying a TARDIS isn’t easy. River: Not when you do it. No. Eight: You can’t just pick it up. River: You were saying? Eight: Beginners luck. River: What can I tell you? I’m very intuitive. I feel may way in, play around, see how the system responds then adjust accordingly. Eight: Oh so you’re good with your hands. River: Spoilers. Eight: Sorry, what did you say? River: Oh don’t worry about it.
sashea: shea gets turn on by sasha's erotica costume
Thank you darling! This will be continued in the next prompt and smuttiness will ensue!
Send me sentence prompts and drag race pairings and I’ll write you a little drabble!
It wasn’t fair, it so wasn’t fair. Shea always thought Sasha looked beautiful, whether she was done up in full drag, in half drag or if she was in her boys clothes but this was something else. Shea was at a complete loss for words to describe how Sasha looked in her Erotica costume. She had the look down to a tee right down to the gold tooth. There was something about the look, the tight corset, the patches she wore over her nipples and the slicked back blonde wig that was driving Shea crazy. She watched Sasha putting the finished touches to the look when suddenly Sasha turned to look at her.
‘What’s up?’ Sasha raised one of her painted on eyebrows at Shea. ‘Does it look terrible?’
'God no!’ Shea was quick to say. 'You look…’ Perfect. Incredible. Intoxicating. 'You look just like her.’ Shea swallowed, trying to ignore the effect Sasha was having on her.
'You think?’ Sasha turned back to the mirror.
'Totally.’ Shea was mesermised. Sasha turned back to her.
'You make a great material girl.’ Sasha smiled at her and then she leant close to Shea’s ear. 'Don’t tell Pepper but I think your look trumps her.’ She whispered and Shea felt the other queens breath on her skin and it made her feel weak.
'Thanks.’ She croaked.
'Anytime.’ Sasha smiled and her eyes sparkled a little.
'Five minutes until main stage guys.’ One of the crew members shouted into the werk room. Sasha looked back at her reflection and smoothed back her wig before she picked up her whip. She turned back to Shea and slapped the whip in the palm of her own hand, her eyes locked on Shea’s.
'Couldn’t forget this.’ Her eyes still sparkled. Shea felt her breath catch in her throat. I want you to spank me, god I want you to spank me, she thought, feeling her tuck getting painful. Sasha knew, she must have done. She must have seen the look on Shea’s face, Shea could feel herself going red and she was getting hot under the collar.
'Yeah. Can’t forget that.’ Shea croaked. Sasha smirked and yes she must have known what she was doing.
'Might come in handy. Never know.’ Sasha smacked the whip on her own hand again and the sound for some reason made Shea whimper a little. Sasha heard it. She smiled and licked her bottom lip, Shea swore it was happening in slow motion. Her dick taped between her legs was throbbing painfully. God she hoped her tuck was tight, it would be too embarrassing for words if she popped out. Sasha gave her one last smirk as the crew was beckoning them for the main stage.
'Time to go.’ Sasha gave Shea a sultry look and then she turned on her heels to head towards the door. Shea watched her ass as she went. This is so, so unfair.
Shea could barely think of anything but Sasha backstage after the runway. She was safe and Sasha was still out on the main stage and Shea thought that might have been a good thing because she just needed a minute away from the beauty. It didn’t help though because Sasha was still all she could think about.
'Can we talk about Sasha’s outfit?’ Trinity’s words snapped Shea out of her daze.
'Oh gurl, is it wrong I want her to spank me with that damn whip?’ Aja laughed. Get in line bitch, if she’s spanking anyone it’s going to me, thankfully Shea managed to keep that in her head.
'You ain’t the only one!’ Trinity laughed too. Shea stayed quiet. She couldn’t say anything because if she did was sure her real feelings would be evident to her fellow queens. She closed her eyes briefly and she pictured Sasha in that outfit and she felt her tuck throb again. She was going crazy over this look, she had never wanted someone so badly in her life.
'What did you think Shea?’ Aja’s voice made it to Shea’s ears and her eyes shot back open.
'What?’ Please be talking about something else, anything else.
'Sasha’s runway. It was hot right?’ Aja was looking at her expectantly, almost knowingly. Did Aja know what Sasha did to her? Shea swallowed and tried to keep her voice steady when she spoke.
'Yeah she looked great.’ She said in a non-commital fashion hoping the others wouldn’t see through it.
'She’s got to be in the top. Her snatch game and that outfit, she has to be.’ Trinity spoke up. She might be in the top but I want her to be my bottom, Shea’s tuck throbbed again as she had this thought.
'Are you ok? You seem quieter than usual?’ Valentina came closer to Shea on the couch and spoke quitely to her.
'Huh? Me?’ Shea looked like a deer in headlights. 'Gurl I’m fine!’ She tried to laugh it off.
'So nothing’s bothering you? Nothing to do with a certain other queen that’s-’ Valentina was cut off by the door opening. One by one the other queens entered the untucked longue and got their drinks. Sasha’s eyes met Shea’s. They were sparkling. She looked like a vision of perfection. I need you like I’ve never needed anyone before in my life, Shea thought as Sasha got closer. She didn’t know how she was going to get through this without popping her tuck. This is so, so unfair.
Staring at my ceiling in my bedroom, today is the day and
that is the only thing I can think of right now. Why did I agree to this now, I
feel all nervous. Saturday has come around so fast for me, I am more than
shocked that I actually woke up early on a weekend, I had to set my alarm
actually “oh god” placing my hands over my face, what am I doing and why am I
doing this. What excuse can I make, shall I tell him I am ill “what am I even
talking about” we are practically friends now, well kind of. Reaching over to
my side table and grabbing my phone, letting out a yawn “shit” that is the
time, I don’t even know what to wear because he won’t tell me. Reading my
notifications, he replied to my text from last night, I fell asleep by the time
he actually replied.
Wear what you want, I told you this already…
Why is he being like this, if I am overdressed that will get
me so angry. Why do I even care, it’s not even a date, forget it.
If I am overdressed it will ruin my day and I will go home
early and wake that ass up boy!
I need to actually call my mom, my weekend is to catch up on
sleep, family and cleaning but this is changing my day up. I am feeling so
nervous but a little intrigued, if my dad found out about this he would not be
happy. I am his only little girl even though I have a little brother, but I am
the most important one out of them all. Placing my phone on my chest as I
stretched out my body, let me get out of bed and do something with myself. My
phone vibrating against my chest, lifting my phone up and seeing Chris calling.
Answering the call “morning” god, why do I always sound awful in the morning
“hey, are you ready?” he asked, rubbing my face “uhhh no, you going to tell me
then? I have a feeling it’s something like a movie? Just say yes or no” god,
Chris does actually sound so good when he has just woken up, never noticed this
at all “maybe, could be yes or maybe no. We could be going to a beach, you just
never know” he is so annoying “I cancel anyways” I am done with him now “stop
being all moody and shit, tell me where you live so I can pick you up? I will
say it is a movie, now stop asking me” I knew he would back down “meet me
outside The Avenue, Hollywood. Just park where the car park is, I will walk to
you” pushing my bed covers off my body “you live in the apartment there? Y’all
got money huh” he said, rolling my eyes “not me, my brother and Lo be up to no
good. I don’t ask questions, I am just a broke nurse living with my brother.
That will soon change, I hope. I am thinking of moving out and living with
Bailey” swinging my legs off my bed, sitting on the edge “I have a feeling who
she lives with, just stay where you are” he is funny “sure, anyways you’re
cutting into my getting dressed time. Goodbye!” I will disconnect the call
before he has a little outburst regarding it “see you soon ma” disconnecting
“Oh my god! What do I wear!” I shouted out, why is my life
so difficult. What do I wear, oh god I need Bailey to help me. Every time I go
anywhere I am like this, I groaned out rubbing my head “oh no” I just rubbed my
face and I have my foundation on, I hate myself. I need to gather myself
together, I need to remember this is just me meeting my friend, I mean he is
just a regular guy. Then again he is Chris Brown, but what do I wear. No matter
what, we are just friends but that does not justify me looking terrible. This prep
talk is not working out, god help me. Getting up off of my bed, let me try
again to search for an outfit. I can do this, I can choose an outfit that will
be perfect. I swear I have some cute outfits here, I know I do.
Waiting for the facetime to connect with Bailey “you know
what I am thinking right now?” Bailey said staring at me with her hair wrap on
“why I am awake this early?” Bailey nodded “like I am so tired, I am trying to
sleep and you keep calling me. But I love you so proceed to show me what you
are wearing. First tell where you are going? Your makeup is bomb, you got your
bundles in?” she know damn well I got my good weave in, this only happens on
occasions “guess” I simply said, standing in front of my mirror and flipping
the camera “I am not sure but tell me how I look” I am waiting for Bailey to
say something stupid “bring the camera down, I want to see the feet” slowly
bringing my camera down the mirror “legs for days! Ok, I think you are going to
get some LA dick? Clearly” flipping the camera over back on my face mean
mugging her “what!? Ok, on a real. You are dressed for LA, it’s warm out there,
it’s bomb, I like it. Are you getting some dick then?” she said, shaking my
head “just meeting a friend, I will tell you soon. I am behind, gotta go”
blowing air kisses before disconnecting the call.
So Chris is outside, he has been outside for the last half
hour, he came early. Not on me, I said wait because I was still deciding on the
outfit. Wiggling my toes in my tan strappy stilettos, my cut off denim jeans
that just cover my ass, but I feel my legs are out too much, this is too much
for me. Pulling down my oversized sweatshirt a little more, I have a shirt
under this because you never know but I don’t do bras. Placing my dark maroon MAC
lipstick in my clutch, let me go now. Walking to my side table and
disconnecting my charger from my phone, seeing the various missed calls from Chris
makes me feel like I am a bad person for making him wait.
I woke my brother up earlier, I went into his bedroom
because I wanted his chain. I am borrowing his gold chain for today, here he
goes with his morning blunts “can hear you walking a mile off” Nathan said,
looking over at the balcony door open. Nathan stood with a blunt in hand “woah!
Wait, where are you going? It’s barely turned one” I knew he was about to do
this “going out, what I tell you about questioning me?” pointing at him “I
swear the LA life is getting to you, where are you going?” he walked towards me
“to the movies, just out. Goodbye and tell Lo to stop calling me, I ain’t
speaking to his bitch ass” turning on my heels “what is wrong with you both
now?” my brother half shouted “ask him, but I’m out and clean the mess up” I
ain’t here to be cleaning today “bring my chain back!” opening the door
“whatever” banging the door shut behind me.
I have never had this problem before, she had me sat in this
Lamborghini in this LA heat. Looking down at my Rolex in annoyance, it’s about
to be forty five minutes since being out here, she ain’t picking my calls up either.
She got me out here sweating too, Rylee ain’t shit already. Fixing my snapback
on backwards, let me sit back in my car before I get noticed. Pushing myself
off of the side of my car, pulling the car door up and climbing back inside. It
has become so hot in this car, I want to be topless now. Pulling my car door
down, patting down my jeans and looking at my new Js. I done shaved too, I was
going to keep the stubble but I didn’t, this is an all clean look with my black
tee on. I did have a bomber jacket on but I got hot, blowing out air looking
up. Seeing a female walking towards the car, squinting my eyes looking closely.
Is that Rylee, if I look at her face maybe I will know. My eyes slowly dragged
itself up her body and then my eyes fell on her face “wow” I said aloud, she
walked around my car to get in. She looks so good, I feel all nervous now.
Clearing my throat, shifting in my seat as the passenger
door opened. I can’t stop staring at the legs, it gets even better now she is
here. Biting on my bottom lip, she leaned in picking my bomber jacket up “oh,
my bad” I didn’t even get that for her, she stuck her butt in first “ooooohhhhh”
I said, staring at her butt, she swung her legs in “ok these cars are not easy
to get into” she said, I don’t even care “it’s perfect” I said, she placed my
bomber jacket on my lap and closed the door “did you hear what I said?” I am
trying to take this in, she needs to stop talking. Where has this girl come
from, wow. She can dress, even when she is not dressed she is beautiful “you’re
so beautiful” I had to say it “stop it” she placed her clutch on her lap “yeah,
I mean sorry. It’s not that bad to get into, I am used to it now. Can I place
my bomber jacket on the floor next to your legs?” I asked before I did it “oh
yeah you can” gathering my bomber jacket with my one hand, reaching to the
passenger side and placing the bomber on the floor of the car. My arm just
lightly grazing her calf, her golden legs are so soft. I am so turned on, I
want her. She is mine.
“I want to say sorry, I kept you out here for so long. I am
shocked you waited, I kept you waiting” holding my hand up “don’t say it, I
just want to be normal as possible. I am going to try my best, just be you and
I will be me. Things like that happen, I knew you was going to say, I kept
Chris Brown waiting. But let’s pretend I am just a regular nigga” Rylee smiled
at me a little “I just want to say you look beautiful, you have dressed great.
These are the only words I can say because I don’t want to say what my mind is
saying” Rylee giggled “how about we don’t, can we drive though? The leather
seats are burning my ass and my thighs, I am melting here” I busted out
laughing “how you think I felt? Now you know how I feel” turning my car engine
on “are you going to tell me how handsome I am? If you saw me yesterday, I
looked like a werewolf” slowly driving off “it’s very cute” my eyes bulged out looking
at her “cute?” I spat, she needs to stop doing that cute giggle “joking, you
look nice. Very handsome” I grinned “aww stop it, I am getting all red now” my
voice all high pitched “you copying me on what I said last time, so rude” she
clocked on, I am glad.
I hope those niggas keep my home clean, I done told them “I
have never been in a car like this, it’s fast” my lip curled up “I don’t even
want to know why you are smiling like that, it’s small though. Small and fast”
my smile disappeared after that, I was going to say something sly but she beat
me to it “you have nice legs, you got me all speechless. I know I shouldn’t
really say that, I mean who does that on a first date” the car fell silent “I
mean friend date, I mean you know just a get to know each other date” I suck at
this, look at me. Hearing a slight snort, my head turned to her “ew where did
that come from. Sorry” she put her hand up “you’re funny, you seem so out of
your depth here. Ignore that noise, I was supposed to laugh but clearly I make
an idiot out of myself” shaking my head smiling “I think we both are stupid,
let’s just be cool” I am saying this but it’s me, I am so awkward why am I
doing this to myself.
Walking into ArcLight Hollywood movie theatre, I am
obviously walking behind Rylee. She has honestly the most perfect legs, I want Rylee
to wrap her legs around my body. She must have the sweetest pussy, I can
imagine. Licking my bottom lip, my own thoughts taking me to a place I
shouldn’t be right now “woah” holding onto Rylee as I walked into the back of
her, letting her go “my bad, sorry” I think we are both bad at this “you want
to be lowkey but you out here banging into me, you ok?” feeling my cheeks go
slightly red “yeah yeah, just looking at the scene. This place is great” Rylee
squinted her eyes at me “you’re walking ahead of me now ok?” she got me, I
ruined this for myself now “ok, side by side then. What movie you want to
watch?” walking at the side of Rylee “surprise me, I’m open to a lot” she said,
raising my eyebrow “really?” looking at her with a smirk “filth” she simply
said to me, she always clocks me.
I am shocked she actually wants to see Avengers with me, she
let me pick anyways so who cares “Chris” Rylee held my wrist “huh, yeah?”
stopping in my tracks “I want to pay for the things, I am not having you pay
for everything. It’s only drinks and popcorn” pulling a face at her “no, I will
pay. I want to pay, it’s nothing Rylee” she tilted her head “please don’t do
this, you said normal so let me buy the food” sighing out not really wanting to
do this “you can only pay for the drinks and popcorn, after this then no more
paying out. Deal? I want to pay for you” Rylee got her pinkie finger out
“pinkie promise” how different is she, holding her pinkie finger with mine
“you’re on a budget though, no large with me” her beautiful hazel eyes, I am
melting “I want it large only” I said in a mumble “I guess I will let you off
just this time” I am still holding on to her pinkie finger, let me stop.
I really thought that the screen would be quiet, it’s early
and who would come early but I was wrong, really wrong. Luckily the row we are
on nobody is sitting here at the moment, the lights dimmed down slowly “who is
that?” pointing at Rylee’ lock screen, she pressed her home button again “my
youngest brother, Kyrie. I miss him” Rylee placed her phone in her bag and then
sat back in the chair, she crossed her right leg over her left “he looks like
trouble” he really does “he is, he drives me up the wall when I am home” she
must have a big family “can we get through?” some guy said, turning my head
seeing this young white guy. His face changed seeing who I am “sure” moving my
legs in, I guess it is just my luck that there is a group of them. I want to
move now, rolling my eyes as they walked by “damn” the black guy lost his
balance and was about to fall but placed his hand on Rylee’ knee, pushing the
guys hand away “watch it!” I stood up “sorry, I didn’t mean it” the fuck he
doing touching “you should have fell! Why you touching her for!?” I spat “Chris
it’s ok, he didn’t do it on purpose” the group of guys just stared at me “sit
down please” Rylee said, I want to punch his face. Sitting in down in a huff
“it’s fine, don’t get worked up over it. He was sorry” Rylee is saying that but
it don’t make it right “take your snapback off, we are inside” Rylee reached
over and pulled it off my head, I am just going to stay quiet until I cool off.
I have been so quiet, I only asked where she would like to
go to eat. Looking down at the menu “you been really quiet with me” Rylee
spoke, looking up from the menu “it’s not you, I just got annoyed. Sorry, I
don’t want to scare you away either. I just feel like I messed it up” placing
the menu down “don’t feel like that, I understand why. I did get annoyed but then
you ended up saying something. Nothing is ruined, only if you are going to be
grumpy then yeah. The guy was staring at me that is why he fell” I knew he was
“asshole, he touched you though. Ok I am over it, let’s move on” I need to not
think about it “what burger you want? Remember I am paying so you can go all
out” Rylee stuck her tongue out “ayeee!!” this girl is so perfect.
Pointing at Rylee’ plate “what is that? It looks nice and
hold up, are you taking pictures for Instagram?” Rylee quickly stopped taking a
picture “come on, let me follow you. Let me see your pictures at least?” Rylee
sighed out “but people will speculate, do you want that? You know what, I will
send you a picture if that makes you feel better” reaching over and taking a
cheesy fry “wow, rude. You got yours!” placing the fries in my mouth “but they
not cheesy, I should have got them. My bad” wiping my hand against my jeans
“how you feeling about today? Is everything good with how it is?” I asked “yeah
of course, it’s sweet. It’s been calm for the most part” least she is ok with
everything “I enjoy your company” I openly admitted “same Chris, we seem to be
stupid. Well keep doing on stupid things. I may not seem it but I am dying
inside” she hides it well.
Chris’ car is amazing, I have honestly never had such an experience
in a car like this. Reaching down at the side of me, picking up Chris’ bomber
jacket “this smells so nice” he switched his car engine off “you can keep it if
you like” he is crazy “I can only imagine how expensive this is, do not think
so” placing his jacket in his lap “are you sure?” pulling his car door up “more
than sure, I already feel like I am doing too much and punching above my weight”
I really hate getting out of this car though, hearing a wolf whistle as I got
out “sorry” he said again, he has been doing this so many times “whatever”
closing the door, turning around and seeing Chris’ home “this is a beautiful
home Chris, wow” and so many cars “welcome to my home” this is a nice place.
This house is so silent, I am surprised it is because every
time he calls me there is always boys in the background “let me show you around”
Chris threw his jacket to the side “would you like to see my home?” Chris
turned around “yeah sure” he stopped walking and walked towards me “let me put
your clutch away? I’ll put it there” he placed his hand on my clutch “thank you”
I said as he took it from me “it’s cool, come. I am excited to show a female my
home, in a normal way instead of other things” he looks real excited, it is so
cute. Watching him fiddle with the baby gate “I hate this shit” he spat and
then it finally unlocked “ok, we all good to go. Come” he jogged up the steps
ahead of me, slowly making my way up.
Chris turned around lifting his arms up “this is my bedroom”
he spat, I am very impressed “this is a very nice bedroom Christopher, I am
shocked. It’s clean, did you clean it prior? I bet you did” stepping inside “kind
of, I just picked up my things. But I rarely sleep in this thing, come. See my
walk in closet, I have more clothes downstairs but this is where I keep my
jewellery” he waved me over, Chris is literally giving me a tour. He seems to
be so happy do this, I find it cute because it’s like he has never done this
before. My eyes widened looking around the closet “wow, this is like a jewellery
store. I love that chain, Black Pyramid one” touching the chain “thank you, I
can get you one” moving my hand back “no, I don’t think so. I love your things”
watching him open the cabinet and pick the chain off “try it on” I was about to
say no but he placed it over my head already “it’s heavy, Jesus. How do you
deal?” he cheesed at me “suits you, maybe one day” lifting my hair up “take it
from me before I take it home” turning around “I got you, we are destined you
know” he said randomly “how?” furrowing my eyebrows “tattoos, the stars”
smiling wide at his cuteness.
Walking behind Chris to go back downstairs “what is this
room?” pointing at the door half open, it’s all pink. He stopped walking and
turned back around “my daughter’ room, nobody sees this room unless they family.
I’ll show you” he pushed the door open walking inside “she got everything princess
themed, her toys are out. I need to clean that, her bed also. But yeah, this
her room and play room. I got her a walk in closet but she don’t have many
clothes in there” he pointed “why?” I questioned “I barely see her but that is
about to change, went to court and getting more rights for her. It’s different
being a father” he leaned down picking up a doll “it is, you’re a good father
from what I see” Chris looked up at me smiling “thank you” this is such a
different Chris Brown.
“Are you sure that you just want water?” Chris jumped over
his couch with a bottle in hand “more than sure, all that walking in these
heels has made me thirsty” taking the bottle from him “take the heels off” he
pointed as he sat down “once they off I will not put them back on, thank you
though and thank you for today. It was nice, it was nice to have some fun and
not go to the club to have fun. Thank you” I honestly loved today, it was relaxing
“my pleasure, thank you for being a good date” he sat back on the couch “you
know what I mean” he has said date so many times today, opening the bottle of
The silence is so thick in this room, I don’t know what it
is but I am feeling it from him. He is staring so hard at me too, I feel
nervous now “I want to know more about you Rylee. Tell me about yourself” shuffling
myself back on the couch “what would you like to know?” he needs to be more
specific “I’ll ask questions and you answer?” he said, nodding my head “sure”
this will be an interview “I know you’re from New Jersey, how many siblings do
you have? What made you come here and why are you single?” I knew that would
come up “I have three brothers, two older and one younger. My eldest brother
Blake is my half-brother but he practically grew up with us, he is coming out
of prison soon, well any day now. I came here because I wanted a change, USC
medical centre is awesome. I was shocked I got accepted” Chris’ eyes widened “prison?
What for?” I shrugged “only god knows what they get up too, you probably know
more than me. Something about Inglewood, I don’t know” Chris let out an oh “how
come you single? Any guy would want you” laughing a little “they think I am
stuck up Chris, I rarely date” waving my hand “I guess you not had any good
relationships?” shaking my head “not really, I realised the hard way when I
found out I am just a girl they all just want to fuck but not take home to
mommy, you know stuff like that. I am not bitter but I am just not with the
shits” this is why I won’t get deep with Chris, or even let anything sexual
Chris cleared his throat “you’re so nice though, you have
such a kind nature” he said, I cooed out “but they are the ones that are
usually losing, I was a total bitch in school but then I just grew up. I wanted
to help others, I am doing this because of that. My mom is the same she helps
others all the time, she used to be a midwife” I wish I accepted that glass of
wine now “that is sweet, you remind me of my mom. She is sweet as hell, but
then they see me, they are like how did you give birth to that. You are just
like her though” my smile grew “I will take that as a compliment but is it my
turn now?” I want to ask things “yeah sure, ask away” Chris leaned forward on
the couch “tell me more about Christopher Brown, the one from Texas” his eyes
widened laughing “oh wow, that guy from there. So it was just me and my
cousins, that’s it. I was always like this, outspoken, hyper. Just always doing
something, I never sleep and also when I have a plan I always need it to
happen. I have never been in love, I have never witnessed it either erm, and.
Also I have never had a real relationship but I don’t think it was ever true, meaning
it was just was for convenience. They needed a come up and I would help that” that
is horrible “have you ever been in love?” shaking my head “well, I really liked
this guy. But I was young and stupid” I shrugged “oh yeah I wanted to ask, what
is your favourite all time Chris Brown song?” letting out a laugh.
I paused thinking “my all-time favourite I would say, it has
to be Take You Down” Chris gasped “you a freak, I see! I got you, I will sing that
to you onetime” I giggled out “I knew it was a trap, I should have said With
You now. But I have to say Take You Down, it is like my most played song” I
love the song and now I want to listen to it “freak!” Chris said again “what
did you assume about me though? Has it changed now?” rubbing my hands together “player,
get girls when he wants too. Party, Pussy and weed. But I see this and it has
changed, I mean this side of you is nice. I can see not many people see this
side to you” Chris nodded his head “I don’t think people deserve too, I am
going to be real with you Rylee. I want more” swallowing hard “can we just like
to know each other more, things can’t happen overnight” I don’t know why he
wants me “I got you but don’t be blowing me off for Daniel” I sighed out “he is
just friend” reassuring Chris.
Walking behind Chris outside “this is my graffiti I do
outside” he pointed out, looking at the wall full of weird creatures. Tilting
my head to the side “why do you draw monsters all the time? Looking at this, it
seems really dark or am I just looking at it all wrong? Inside the home there
was paintings but it was light hearted” Chris stuffed his hands in his jean
pockets “because that is how everyone sees me” he blurted out, my eyebrows
knitted together “everyone? Not everyone sees that, surely. So this is how you
express yourself?” I pointed, he nodded “so you do feel that” I mumbled, I
paused staring “you’re not a monster Chris, you show what you want people to
see. I can admit that first hand, I thought you was an asshole and maybe still
is. I don’t know but you’re nice to me” I feel sad that he feels that way about
himself “thank you, I have never done this before. The girls that I have here
don’t really get me like this, they be fucking with the homies too. I just be
out here doing this, I like having people around but yeah, as you can see. This
is new to me” I believe him now, I believe everything he is telling me.