took this one during the weekend

Did a lot of human Toriel sketches today, this was the only one I felt like cleaning up a bit.

Feel like Toriel hasn’t changed her style really in the last thousand years, so it’s, you know. Slightly vintage. Veils are still fresh right?

When she was queen she would’ve had a gold crown around her head, too, but she took it off when she fled to the Ruins. The rest of the outfit is more or less the same.

The Arrangement:  Part 8

Title:  The Arrangement: Part 8

Summary:  He’s a mechanic. She’s a lonely woman with more money than she knows what to do with. Fate brings them together and sparks fly. But only for six weeks. That’s the arrangement.

Need to catch up? The Arrangement Master Post

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count:  1852

Warnings:  lots of angst; smut, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (male receiving)

Author’s Notes:  This is a multi-part series. Shifts between multiple points of view. Thanks for your patience.

Originally posted by lena-out-and-about

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your blog! Can I make a request? MC's child comes home after being bullied in school and tried to hide it! How do the RFA(Saeran+V) think or do after finding out their child is being bullied?

( `ε´ ) I’ve def had to be mc in a few of these situations for my lil bro.


- It took a while before the two of you noticed. Your daughter always came home from school smiling and hugging the both of you.

- It was a normal habit that you would help her with her homework, but tonight as you helped her look for it, tears sprang in her eyes.

- “Aw, honey, did you accidentally leave it at school? It’s okay, accidents happen. We can try and email your teacher, okay?”

- When she kept crying, that’s when you got worried and started asking her what was wrong.

- After a few attempts at calming herself, she messily blubbered out that the kids at school had thrown her homework away again.

- Again?? What??

- You start cuddling her in your lap, rubbing her back as she sobs. “What do you mean? Honey, are the other kids bothering you?”

- She explains how they bully her- Throwing away her homework and calling her names. They won’t even play with her at recess anymore. And apparently it’s due to her white hair and eyes.

- When Zen comes home to find both of his girls looking upset while cuddling on the couch, he’s instantly ready to Fight.

- After calming your daughter down, the two of you let her play in her room while the two of you talk. You explaining everything to Zen.

- He Is Pissed. He wants to give a piece of his mind to the parents and their kids while you want a more peaceful approach.

- It’s not that you’re not mad, you’re fucking pissed too, but you need to be levelheaded about this if you want something done.

- So on a day you know Zen is busy, you set up a meeting with her teacher to discuss what is happening. You manage to resolve the situation, saying that if it keeps up you will be talking to the principal, but otherwise it should be taken care of.

- Later that day the two of you take your daughter out for a nice outing to take her mind off of things, constantly telling her how much the two of you love her.


- The two of you noticed your son was a bit more irritable than usual. Nowadays he just instantly went to his room after school, only coming out for dinner.

- Jumin was worried instantly. More than you because you just thought it was part of him growing up.

- Jumin ended up going and trying to talk to him but….Unfortunately, your son was a big momma’s boy… He hardly would talk to Jumin.

- After Jumin getting a bit annoyed, you kissed him on the cheek and took a try at getting your son to talk.

- You popped in and tried making a silly face, which made him try to keep acting stern and hide his giggle.

- You sat on his bed and ruffled his hair, asking him why he was so angry lately.

- “The other kids keep laughing at me because my math scores are low… That I won’t  be able to be as smart as dad when I grow up…”

- Is this how rich kids made fun of eachother? You asked him how smart he thought your were.

- “Super smart! You always know what to do.”

- Pfft. You laughed a bit and explained that when you were younger, your math scores were terrible. You even had gotten a failing grade in one class before.

- His eyes nearly popped out of his head. “What??”

- It was easy sailing from there. You managed to cheer him up pretty quickly, and soon he was fussing about how the other kids had no idea what they were talking about.

- (Yeah…He was Jumin’s son alright…)

- After the talk ended, you left to explain what happened to Jumin. He instantly wanted to take this up with the school board (Jumin calm, jeez), but you talked him out of that quickly.

- It wasn’t any hardcore bullying, and soon your son started perking up after school.


- Sometimes when your son came home, he’d be a bit teary-eyed. Just once in a while, and he usually said he was just sleepy and needed a nap.

- When it started happening nearly every day, you felt something was wrong. 

- Everything was confirmed when you decide to meet him where his bus lets him off, and you hear the other kids jeering at him.

- As soon as the two of you get inside, you give him a big hug and call Jaehee over.

- “Sweetie, what’s happening? Are you okay?”

- He ends up breaking down and talking about how the other kids make fun of him on the bus. They’re all older and tease him constantly push him around.

- Jaehee instantly wants to talk to the school and figure out why in the world this is allowed, but you end up taking matters into your own hands.

- The next day you wait for your son to get off the bus, and before the bus doors can close you call out to the bus driver.

- After a stern lecture and a few curses when you weren’t taken seriously, you finally got the situation settled when you threatened to bring it up with the school board and possibly get the driver fired.

- (Jaehee is v impressed)

- Afterwards, Jaehee makes him a frappe while all of you go out and buy him a few new toys.


- Your daughter grew up in a very….geeky home.

- She was introduced to games and the like very early on, and wore a lot of clothing related to the stuff.

- She normally didn’t have a problem about it, but one day she ended up coming home from school, trying to stop herself from crying.

- The two of you were on her in an instant, gently asking what had happened.

- “Mommy, why couldn’t I be like the other girls??”

-….?? What??

- Apparently, the kids in her class were making fun of her for not wearing make-up or dressing all girly like the girls in her class

- (She’s…Too young for make-up!)

- You’re upset, but surprisingly Yoosung is very calm about the situation.

- He ends up getting on his knees and holding your daughter’s shoulders.

- He asks her about certain female characters in games, the ones that saved the day and was the heroines of the games she had played.

- “Do you think they cared what others thought of them?”

- “N-No…”

- “That’s right. Even when others made fun of them, told them they couldn’t save the galaxy, they didn’t care! They kept their head up and kept on going!”

-Oh my god. 

- But…It was helping. Your daughter slowly stopped crying, and then she stomped her foot down.

- “I’m going to be just like Shepard!!” She shouted, balling her fists up and looking stern. “Fuck those guys!”

- Omg, no, sweetie. 

- Now it was your turn for a talk on how she wasn’t ready to say words like that (Gdi Yoosung)

- Regardless, in the end, Yoosung’s little pep talk ended up helping her ignore the kids teasing her.


- Any child of Seven’s was bound to grow up just as quirky as he was.

- Your daughter loved computers and robots, and mainly boy related things, but she was funny as well.

- Just not funny like the kids her age was used too. Mainly..’Seven’ funny…

- She usually got along with others well. She was able to make them laugh, and she had a few friends.

- But one day over dinner, she opened up about a boy calling her weird and ugly.

- The two of you instantly stopped eating, ready to shower her with compliments and assurances that she wasn’t any of that.

-…But apparently she didn’t need that. “It’s okay, I just kicked him in the shin and he shut up.”

- Oh my god. Seven busted out laughing, but you ended up telling her not to kick anyone again if she could help it.

- Soon, she began opening up about the ways the kids tried bullying her.

- “He called me weird, so I turned around and called him illiterate. He looked really confused, so I was all ‘Sorry, i thought we were stating the obvious.’”

- Seven laughed every time, and the two of you were proud she wasn’t letting the other kids bother her too much. She was going to grow up very strong-willed.


- The two of you thought everything was fine until your son had a huge attitude one night. He even started yelling at V! Something he never did!

- “Everyone was right! You’re just as dumb as you look!!” And bam, he ran to his room in a fit of tears.

- Both you and V were very confused. (V even asked if he was wearing his shirt wrong or something.)

- Slowly, you entered your son’s room, calmly asking if you could talk to him.

- After him hugging a pillow to death, he finally said all the kids were making fun of him for his dad being blind.

- (Why are kids so mean??)

- “Why can’t he go get his eyes fixed already? Does he just not want to see me?”

- Aw baby… You hugged him close and just told him how V couldn’t really have his eyes fixed like that. And he could see, just a bit, but it was harder on him now that time had passed.

- He ended up crying for a while from stress, from the kids bullying him, from his dad not being able to see well.

- After a while when he calmed down, you let him sleep as you went and explained everything to V.

- He felt a bit guilty that his son felt that way, but you were quick to explain it was just due to all the stress of the bullying.

- The next day, after school, all three of you sat and had a big family talk. Mainly V talking, but you all sorted out any misconceptions. The talk ended up making your son hug onto V and cry and apologize, but at least a few things were settled.

- The rest of the talk was giving advice to your son. To tell the teachers when this happened, to tell the principal or you two if it got worse, a few tips on how to handle it.

- During the weekend, V ended up making a call to ‘Uncle Jumin’ and being able to spoil your son for the weekend to cheer him up.


- Every time your daughter had to go to school, be picked up early, dropped off late, you were the one who always took her.

- You never really thought anything of it, but one day she asked why her dad never did so.

- Honestly…You just never asked him, you were fine doing it yourself, and he didn’t mind either.

- “The other kids don’t think I have a dad…”

- (Kid logic…)

- You ended up laughing, but when you noticed she looked sad about it, you quickly stopped.

- “Does dad not like seeing me?”

- Aw, baby. The kids had her thinking her dad didn’t like her.

- After reassuring her that her dad was just a bit shy, you sent her to bed and talked to Saeran about it.

- He just said the two of you would start taking turns.

- So the next day, you let Saeran pick her up from school while you went out grocery shopping.

- You weren’t expecting a phone call, but you answered it as you shopped.

- “Yeah, uh… I don’t think they kids are going to say anything anymore.”

- ???

- Apparently, the kids saw him and instantly clammed up. Your daughter even ended up sticking her tongue out at them after she hugged her dad. 

- Oh my god. The two of you laughed about it.

- “So, are you guys home?”

- “Oh, no. I stopped by the ice cream parlor-”

- “What? No! Saeran! Dinner!! Don’t ruin her appetite!”

- “….Can we push dinner an hour?”

- “God damnit.”

distress and de-stress (M)

“I didn’t really plan this at all,” you murmured, pinching the bridge of your nose. You could feel some slight throbbing on your head starting. “I didn’t expect to see my classmate dancing as if he was on Magic Mike,” you muttered as Namjoon chuckled.

Warning: slight smut, mentions of alcohol, stripping, and cursing
Pairing: Stripper!Namjoon x reader
Word Count: 5.4k
Series: Of Passion and Stripping (a stripper!BTS au)
Namjoon | Jin | Suga | J-Hope | Jimin | V | Jungkook

You were in your biology class, your final class before the weekend. But, as you were excited for the weekend, you were also feeling awkward because of the loud vibrating sound coming from your phone. 

Your cousin was visiting the capital after being able to score a spot on a week-long convention. Yes, you were definitely excited to see her after such a long time, but you were also aware that you were getting the attention of everybody else in your lecture class. 

She had been nagging nonstop about wanting to visit the strip clubs that were non-existent in your hometown. You didn’t blame her since your hometown’s vibe was far from the active, fast-paced lifestyle in the city you were staying in.

Fortunately, your professor who seemed too absorbed with teaching (or maybe, he stopped caring) didn’t call for your attention. You partially hoped the vibrating sound wasn’t actually noticeable, especially since you were seated at the back row of the hall. The bell rang soon after as you sighed in relief, knowing that you could finally respond to your cousin and ask her on her whereabouts before you headed to wherever she wanted to go.

“The sign-ups for the partner and project assignment will be with Kim Namjoon. Have a good weekend, class,” your professor ended his lecture as he handed a piece of paper to some bespectacled guy whom you noted was Kim Namjoon.

He was one of the top students in your year, but you were surprised that he was also taking up Biology class. This class was supposedly an elective that almost nobody took, except for those who had no more slots left during enrollment before the semester started. Obviously, your parents had a hard time sending you money because of your technology-impaired town. And so, you were resigned to the fact that you were going to take up this science class. He, on the other hand, didn’t seem like he had a hard time with his tuition fees. And it also seemed like he enjoyed the class a lot, especially since he easily became the teacher’s pet.

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Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Request:   hi i was wondering if you could do # 15 & 21 with sirius black ?

15. “for all the things my hands have held, the best by far is you” - cecilia and the satellite x andrew mcmahon

21. “you’re the reason why the earth spins and the stars stay in the sky” - words x jacob whitesides

Warnings: None I believe, maybe some cursing

Author’s Notes: Hey guys, I want to formally apologize for not posting anything in so long. Work and school have been demanding the majority of my time recently. I am working on a part two to Persistence, which you can read here ( x ) That being said, I really want to get back into writing more so please send in requests for either Harry Potter or Supernatural!

Word Count: 1120

Lyric Prompts: x

Request Here: x

Sunday mornings were always very peaceful at Hogwarts. The students who were partying the night before, used Sunday as their recovery day, allowing them to lay in bed with the drapes of their four poster beds pulled closed because any ounce of sunlight only furthered the pain in their head that drinking too much the night before had caused. There were a few students though, that used Sundays to get out of their dorms and spend the day outside, whether it was on the shore of the Black Lake, or on the Quidditch pitch, you could always find a couple students taking advantage of the beauty that is a Sunday at Hogwarts.

You were one of those few who used Sundays as a day to relax, but you preferred to do your relaxing underneath a large shady tree, usually curled up with a book. The way the breeze flowed through the leaves was almost therapeutic for you, it was a simple sound, but it was one you took pleasure in. It was so different than the constant shouting and laughter that surrounded you during the week while going from place to place with the Marauders.

Sirius used to be one of the students took advantage of Sunday as a way to recover from the intense partying that usually came with a Saturday night, but since the two of you began dating, he preferred to spend the day with you. It was one of the few times the pair of you could be alone, without the rest of the Marauders. James and Peter usually slept all day on Sunday until around 11 o’clock at night, when they frantically began their homework that they had all weekend to do. Remus spent his Sundays in the library, that is until James and Peter had begged him to help them with their homework, to which he always obliged because they were his best friends.

You finished the page you were reading and looked up to Sirius to see if he was ready for you to turn the page. He was never much of a reader before you two got together, but your love for books rubbed off on him. Although you never knew that he was not quite into the books as he claimed, he just enjoyed watching your reactions whenever something drastic happened in the book or whenever one of your theories about what would happen came true.

He tightened his hold on your waist a bit and nodded before setting his chin on the top of your head. Turning the page, you started to read but a hand pulled the book from you and you faced your boyfriend, a pout growing on your face. This only elicited a chuckle from Sirius before he folded the corner of the page over and set the book down. He turned you around so that you were completely facing him and your pout slowly turned into a smile.

“You know that one day I am going to marry you right Y/N?” Sirius stated nonchalantly.

Your eyes widened and you began to choke on your words “Excuse me? Sirius Orion Black, we are only sixteen years old. It is way too early for you to be discussing such things as marriage.”

The confidence on his face didn’t waver at all. “I know it’s a while off, but it will happen. You will become Mrs. Black. I am sure of it.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The two of you were friends long before you began dating and Sirius had constantly made it very clear that he was not going to be marrying anyone. He always joked that although Moony was the actual lycanthrope of the group, he would always be the lone wolf. “Love, I-I’m afraid I do not understand. Didn’t you claim, for years, you were going to be a “lone wolf”?

The boy sitting across from you only shrugged, “’Twas before we started dating darling. You changed all that. Though, you are correct in saying that I was against ever really settling down for years. But when you agreed to be my girlfriend, I realized that you were it. You were the only person I ever wanted to be with from that moment on. There’s just something about you Y/N. It’s as if you changed my perspective on life y’know? Just everything about you is so enchanting love, and I cannot get enough of you. The way your eyebrows furrow and your tongue sticks out ever so slightly when you’re trying to copy down notes in class, or the way how when you’re mad at me and I say something sweet to you, your smile doesn’t quite show on your lips, but it reaches those Y/E/C eyes of yours, or the way when we are watching Quidditch and you get so riled up that you start trash talking the other team, and then immediately apologizing because you don’t really think that they are a “huge pile of dicks that deserves to rot at the bottom of the Black Lake.”

You shook your head, remembering the insult you threw towards the Ravenclaw Quidditch team a few weeks before Christmas break.

Sirius continued, “You know sweetheart, for all the things my hands have held, the best, by far, is you. You make me happier than I ever thought I could have been and you make me look forward to the future after Hogwarts. I am not afraid when I think of the future anymore, because you are there. Godric woman, you have me wrapped around your finger. You’re the reason why the earth spins and the stars stay in the sky. You’re the reason that the flowers bloom in spring. You are the reason I believed I was capable of love. So yes my dear Y/N, I am going to marry you someday. I only hope that you will agree when I am ready to get down on one knee and formally ask you to become Mrs. Y/N Black.”

You couldn’t help the tears that cascaded down your cheeks. The love you felt for this man was immense and you knew that he was all you wanted out of a partner. “Of course I would say yes you oaf.” He pulled you into a hug and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Alright now then, let’s get back to our book, shall we?” Sirius returned you to the position you were in while reading and turned the book to the page you two left off on and handed it to you.

He didn’t really care to start reading again though, but he knew you loved to read and he loved to watch you read.

After secretly dating for several months, the pop star recently took her relationship with the budding British actor to a slightly more public platform by way of her cherished Nashville hometown. As photographers caught the lovebirds enjoying coffee and chatting on a balcony in Tennessee on Saturday, E! News has learned it was one of the many activities Taylor and Joe partook in during their “low-key” weekend getaway.

The duo spent time at Taylor’s mom, Andrea Swift’s, home, gathering close friends and family members for a small dinner party on Sunday evening. One source tells E! News, “Food was served and everyone hung out together for several hours.”

“Taylor and Joe headed back to her place later in the evening,” the source reveals.

Additionally, we’re told Taylor and Joe ordered delivery and invited a few pals over to hang out. “Taylor wants to keep this relationship private and has been taking measures to keep things low-key and under-the-radar,” a separate source explains.

—  Inside Taylor and Joe’s weekend in Nashville (E! News)
Robbed (Herc x Reader)

AN: idk how I feel about this one 

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Request:  Anonymous- Hercules Mulligan fluff? Modern Au? Where he’s just so so mad at something he’s throwing stuff but soft things and throwing them so softly to not wake his partner but just has this unbelievable rage he then just starts crying silently and their partner has a funny feeling and check on him and just gives him hot chocolate and spend the rest of the night with him? Idk im bad at ideas TwT

Word Count: 1,062


The cold of the floor seeped through your socks as you padded back to the couch from the kitchen, hugging the warm bowl of popcorn to your chest. Hercules was always hot and the two of you had decided that it was easier for you to warm up than for him to cool off, especially given that he functioned as a human space heater and that you could steal his sweaters, so you kept the house cold. You still complained constantly, of course. If one is supposed to make sacrifices for love, then one should be allowed to complain about the sacrifices that one makes.

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try again {part ii}



word count: 1,567

A/N: I know I said 2-3 more days but I just got a ton of inspiration so why not tonight??

The doctors appointment had only brought my worst fears to a harsh reality. I was infertile and they didn’t know why. After three appointments with three different doctors, they all came to the same conclusion: they couldn’t figure out why. They all suggested treatments for infertility, medicine or a shot every day, whichever I preferred.

“But we can’t guarantee it will work.” They all said.

My patience was already running thin after only a month of taking medicine every day to make me more fertile and more likely to get pregnant. A month and nothing had happened, but I knew this would take time and a whole lot of patience and emotional strength. If that’s what it took to have a family with Shawn, I would do just that and anything beyond that as well.

I swallowed the pill I had to take daily then headed downstairs. Shawn’s family wanted us to visit this weekend. Not just his immediate family, but his extended family too which included his cousins and their families. During my walk down the stairs, I braced myself for the sadness and jealousy that was most likely to come. One of Shawn’s cousins had a baby who was only a few months old and also two other small children. Every time they were around, my baby fever soared because they were so adorable.

I ached to have children of my own and I knew Shawn did too. I could see it in his eyes whenever his cousin’s children were around. He would watch them with a smile on his face and his eyes glossy with happiness, then his smile would fade slowly and his eyes would turn sad. I figured I often looked the same way when around them.

I walked into the living room to see absolute chaos happening, a five year old boy and a two year old girl running around, and a small little boy laughing and cooing at Shawn who was holding him. I sat next to Shawn and watched as he tickled the baby, heart-warming giggles leaving the baby’s mouth each time.

“Do you want to hold him?” Shawn asked. I held my arms out for the little boy, cradling him close to me. He reached for my necklace and started getting fussy when I wouldn’t let him have it. I rocked him back and forth when he began to cry, trying to soothe him. I looked up to see Shawn grinning like I had never seen him grin in all the time we had been together. Before I knew it, the baby was sound asleep even with his siblings yelling and running through the house.

“You’re great with him, Y/N. You’d be a great mother.” Shawn’s cousin said enthusiastically. I smiled at her but the pain inside was crushing me. I know I would be, I thought to myself. I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears as I don’t like for anybody to see me cry, especially when they don’t know what is wrong. Shawn moved closer to me and picked up the baby then handed him to his mother. He sat nearer to me now than he did before. He wrapped his arm around me and rubbed my arm. Suddenly, I felt foolish for being so upset over such a small comment.

“Excuse me for just a minute, please.” I said. I walked swiftly down the hallway to the bathroom. A few tears escaped my eyes and I wiped them away quickly. I stood over the counter with my shaking arms resting on it, trying to resist crying any more, but it was nearly impossible.

I heard a knock on the door, I knew it was Shawn and he would come in whether I opened it or not. He burst into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me in a tight hug. He swayed back and forth with me in his arms and kissed my hair. I let the tears keep falling until I could no longer cry anymore. Shawn wiped them away before kissing me softly.

“Shh, it’s okay, love.” he cooed, “It hurt me when she said that too, but you have to remember, they don’t know.” I let him continue to hold me in his strong arms until I felt calm again. I pulled away from his warm body.

“Alright, I’m okay now.” I spoke, my voice breaking. I wiped away salty tears with the back of my hand. But I realized we couldn’t go back into the living room yet, because it was obvious I had been crying. My face was splotchy with red spots and my eyes were puffy. “Will you come with me so I can fix this?” I asked, referencing my face.

He laughed slightly before answering, “Of course I will.” He grabbed my small hand and kissed it before leading me back upstairs where my makeup was.

With over half a year passing and not one positive pregnancy test, Shawn and I started to considering adopting. After a couple months of debating on it, we decided that was absolutely what we wanted. We put in an application and a home study had been done, just to make sure the environment would be suited for a child to live in. Now we were just waiting for a call from the adoption agency. Shawn and I both agreed we wanted to adopt a newborn, so that made the already lengthy process even longer.

One day while Shawn was on tour, I received a call from the adoption agency we were going through.

“Hello, is this Mrs. Mendes?”

“Hello, yes it is. How are you?” I inquired.

“I’m well. Our agency has found a child for you and Mr. Mendes to adopt. Would you and your husband be able to come by our office tomorrow to talk and sign some papers?”

“Yes, of course! Thank you.”

“See you tomorrow then.”

“Alright, see you tomorrow.” I hung up the phone and quickly dialed Shawn’s number. No answer. Dammit, Shawn, answer your phone. I dialed again and he answered.

“Shawn, guess what!”

“Well, hello there. What?”

“The adoption agency called. They want to talk with us tomorrow. Can you come home?” I asked, hoping and praying the answer was yes. He paused and I waited impatiently for him to speak.

“I don’t have a show tomorrow, but I do the next day. I would have to leave right after we met with them, but I can fly in tonight.” He replied. A smile spread across my lips with his words.

“I know you’re busy so I’ll talk to you later. Bye, I love you.”

“Bye, I love you too.” I could see his goofy smile even through the phone. As much as Shawn and I had tried to avoid adoption for the past couple of years, this was the happiest moment of my life thus far.

“The gender of the child is unknown because the mother isn’t far enough into her pregnancy to know. As soon as we are given the information we will share it with the two of you.” Shawn’s hand rested over mine as the lady at the adoption agency spoke to us and we both were happy as could be. “And it looks like the parents are located in Ottawa, that’s not too far is it?”

“Oh no, certainly not. We would travel across the world if we had to.” Shawn said.

“The mother is 17 years old and the father is 18 years old. I think their reason for choosing adoption is very clear. I know this baby is going into a great home with loving parents though.” I couldn’t imagine how scary pregnancy would be at only 17 years old and how careless they had to be for it to happen, but I couldn’t judge because these people were giving Shawn and I their child. “The only thing that they request is that they get to name the child.”

“Of course, they can do that.” I spoke. Shawn and I signed the adoption papers, no delay in either of our signing. She told us how to prepare for the baby, what we needed to do before going to the hospital in Ottawa where the child would be born. Shawn and I sat and listened to her like two eager children, not speaking a word but nodding our heads at everything she said.

We walked out of the office hand in hand. Both of us were so elated that we couldn’t stop talking.

“This is great. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to us.” Shawn stated.

“I’m so excited, Shawn.” I said. We now stood in front of our cars. We would have to part ways only a few moments after this.

“I am too, Y/N.” We grasped one another in a tight hug and Shawn squeezed me so tightly it was almost painful. We shared a peck on the lips before having to leave.

“Text me when your flight lands, babe.” I requested.

“I will, I’ll talk to you later tonight.” I heard Shawn say as I was getting into my car. I looked in my rear view mirror to see Shawn; he was still wearing that big, goofy grin on his face that I probably wore too. We were both ecstatic. This was the most happiness I had felt in a long, long time.

Pro tip || Phil Lester

A/N: Hey! Surprise!! so many of you wanted me to write a Phil imagine so I did! This was a request by @shyecti! Sorry for the awful name by the way I just had to!

POV: Reader

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He walked in and for a second time slowed down and the earth stopped turning. Working as a waitress on the weekends I see a lot of people all the time. Most of them just look the same to me, but he was different.

The stranger had dark black hair and really light skin. Although he was wearing an expensive looking suit he was wearing bright red socks underneath his leather dress shoes. He was maybe a little bit older than me but I was never the best at guessing somebody’s age.

I was interested to see if somebody was accompanying him but he seemed to have come on his own.

It was a Saturday night and the restaurant I was working at had been pretty busy all day, now that it was getting late there were mainly a few couples who were drinking wine left.

To be honest I was totally exhausted, I had exams all week and having to run around the restaurant all day really made my feet and back hurt. The cherry on top of this great week was probably the little kid that spilled spaghetti all over the apron, that I had to wear as my working uniform, today.

With surprise, I noticed that weird-sock guy didn’t sit down at one of the tables. I was standing behind the bar and cleaned a few glasses since all of the guests were currently sorted and secretly watched him.

He spoke to one of my colleagues and seemed to have ordered something before he started walking directly towards me.

The young man that had all of my attention sat down on one of the bar stools right in front of me. I freaked out a little, he was even better looking close up.

“Good evening. Can I get you something?” I asked him with a friendly smile.

“Sure, I’ll take a gin tonic while I wait.” He said, his Northern accent prominent in his deep voice.

“Already on the way.” I chirped with a nod before I started preparing his drink.

By now I figured that he had ordered some take away and he was just waiting for the food to finish.

I was just pouring the gin over a few ice cubes that I had put in a glass as he introduced himself to me.

“I’m Phil by the way, are you new here? I have never seen you before.”

There was something about him that fascinated me. I was so glad that he decided to start a conversation.

“I’m Y/N, I just work here on the weekends.” I explained politely and handed him his gin tonic.

He took the ice-cold drink into his huge hands and delightfully took the first sip.  

“And what do you do when you don’t work here?” Phil wanted to know, setting down his glass and looking at me. He seemed genuinely interested.

“Well, during the week I struggle at college.” I said with a little laugh, but it was one hundred percent true.

Since I have to work all weekend I need to do all of my school work during the week and also attend my classes. It was pretty stressful and sometimes it just got too much especially because my parents expect me to have amazing grades all the time.

“You may not believe it but I can totally relate to that!” Phil laughed while I shot him a confused and shocked look.

“OH no, I’m not at college anymore, I graduated like 3 years ago, but I haven’t forgotten those times.” Phil explained eagerly as soon as he saw my facial expression.

That made sense to me, I would have been surprised if he weren’t older than me.

‘He is only 3 years older than you’ the voice in my head screamed with excitement. That was indeed a reasonable age gap.

“So, what are you majoring in, Y/N?” He asked me curiously and the way he said my name made my heart melt.

“English Literature” I answered. “…I know it sounds boring.” I quickly added, already expecting the standard reaction.

“Boring? I also did English Lit but then I started an additional IT course and now I run an IT firm. Life has a weird way of working, but I am not complaining.”  

I tried to not seem too impressed but that sounded incredibly interesting. The reason why he wore such a nice suit was because he was the head of a business that seemed to be pretty successful!

“Enough about me, I want to know more about you. Why do you struggle at college? Is Mrs. Horthon still teaching English Lit?” Phil wanted to know, laughing a little.

“Oh my god, you know her!? She was awful! We threw the biggest party of the whole semester after she retired.” I told him excitingly remembering the possibly craziest night of my life so far.

“I wish I was at that party!” Phil chuckled and then asked me to continue talking about myself.

“Well, I guess I’m just a little bit stressed out all the time. I barely manage all of the work I need to do for college but I can’t quit this job because I need the money.” I explained with a sigh as I dried off another shot glass.  

After that me and Phil ranted about tuition fees and he even told me that he had to work at a pizzeria during his college times.

“The order for Lester is ready!” Andy, one of my colleagues exclaimed.

“Oh that’s me then.” Phil told me as he got up from the bar stool and put on his jacket.

“It was really nice to meet you Y/N.” He smiled and said goodbye as he placed some money on the counter to pay for his drink.

I was disappointed that he had to leave, I wanted to talk to him all night. Just as he walked away I realized that I would probably never see him again.

‘Phil Lester, the one that got away’ I joked in my head, remembering his last name.

I never really believed in love at first sight but because of him I wasn’t so sure anymore.

With a sad smile, I grabbed his money only to find out that he had given me a roll of cash. With pure shock, I realized that those weren’t one dollar bills but one hundred dollar bills!

I had never in my life seen so much money at once before. It was so much that I wouldn’t have to work at all anymore, but I couldn’t keep it.

My eyes quickly scanned the room for Phil’s black hair but he was nowhere to be seen. I headed over to Andy, the colleague that got Phil his food.

“Where is the young man with the weird socks ?!” I nearly shouted at him, earning a few rude stares.

“He took his food and left?? Why??” Andy told me, looking at me like I was out of my mind.

“He already left? He left a way too big tip, I need to give it back.”

“C’mon a tip can’t be too big, I bet he just liked you.” Andy tried to convince me but as I showed him the money in my hands his eyes doubled in size.

“Holy shit, Y/N! That’s like more worth than my entire existence!”

“Not helping, Andy!” I complained.

Not knowing what else to do I opened the roll of money. My heart nearly jumped out of my rib cage as I saw a little note between all of those dollar bills.

It was a simple sheet of white paper that somebody had quickly scrabbled something on.

I hope this helps.

I was internally screaming with both happiness and utter frustration. But then I saw that there was also a note on the back.

Ps. Now that you won’t work here anymore I need a way to still see you. Why don’t you call me?

0987654321 – Phil

“Ha I told you he likes you.” Andy grinned and although I playfully hit his shoulder I was staring down at Phil’s phone number with a huge smile.

Gender and Kids

Today on our walk, Minky (who is always jibber jabbering about things) stopped and said “Baba, I’m a boy, and you’re a girl, right?” We talked about it at length and I explained how I’m not really a boy or a girl, but somewhere in between. I’m not sure that he fully “got” it (though to be fair, plenty of adults don’t get it either), but he listened and then we eventually moved on to the topic of our names and where our various names originated from and who shared whose names in our family.

After a good stretch where it didn’t really seem to come up with him at all, the gender categorizing conversations have popped up a little more lately. When we were on the way to Milwaukee he loudly asked as I took him into the bathroom at the train station, “Baba, why are we going in the girl bathroom, are you a girl?” Thankfully no one was in immediate earshot of it. But it came up once or twice during the weekend in various forms. And then when we were at our not-Super Bowl party, his best friend from daycare came up to me (I was presenting female) and asked, “how come you like looking like a girl?” I laughed and responded, “Because it’s how I like to look,” and then followed it up with “why do you like looking like a girl?” To which she shrugged and replied “I just like to.” That seems to be about where Minky’s understanding of his own gender identity is at this point too.

It’s very possible that today’s conversation was brought on by reading Introducing Teddy a few times already this week. But it’s interesting how the whole gendered categories and questions thing has come back around again. I am relieved that the conversations are still free from any sort of judgment. He seems totally fine with my gender identity and expression, even if it doesn’t match up neatly with the categories he’s used to, or many of the other people around us. But the questions also are a good reminder that we still have some more coming out conversations to have. At some point, and probably sooner rather than later, we’ll have to have that chat with our daycare provider and with his teachers at preschool. These conversations are bound to keep happening.

#80 [Seth Rollins]

#80: “Why did I marry you?” - “It took a lot of convincing.” from the list here.

You liked a lot of the things that you did with Seth. You liked getting to fly to random cities in America, road-tripping between shows with him, living out of a suitcase for a few days. You liked sitting in the audience at a WWE show, or backstage if you felt less than social, to watch your husband do what he was so passionate about. You liked when he came home to you, spending a couple weekdays with you, though because you too held a job it was a still a coordinated affair.

But what you loved beyond measure, was when Seth had a random weekend off, or you took a day off from work during the week, where you both got to spend the entire day together. When neither of you had to set an alarm clock or had somewhere to run off to. When it was just an easy, lazy day around the house, where you just coexisted together, making plans right before they had to be made.

This was one such day. You had decided to take off from work, allowing you and Seth to sleep in, eventually get up for coffee, only to return back to bed. You stayed there for a while, cuddled, fought for ownership of the covers, talked, loved on the dogs, until eventually due to sheer hunger alone you had to get up for the day. After having what was basically brunch, wherein you almost ruined the toast, and Seth had kicked you out of the kitchen, you retired to the living room. He cued up a video game to play, while you curled up in the corner of the couch with a book. The dogs put themselves elsewhere in the room, content to sleep on their beds.

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quick summary of an au: the squipped group all stays in theatre, + michael joins, as a unifying extracurricular and they put on dear evan hansen as their senior spring musical

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anonymous asked:

You used to be realy active and nice and freindly, and now it seems like you only reblog art and talk to your blogger freinds who you write MEL with. You ignor asks and you ignor fandom memes. What happened to suporting smaller bloggers? What hapened to you? Its like you got populer and just forgot about your old friends.

Hi Anon-

TBH, this message took me by surprise.

Let me try and unpack your Ask a bit because I feel like perhaps I hurt feelings or did something wrong unintentionally. I also could go into all the things happening in my life on the other side of this screen, but you don’t need a bio (and I don’t think I should have to write one either).

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Was I wrong?

When I look back at the turn of events it still feels as surreal to me now as it did then. I am a 28 year old professional now living in USA. My family moved here during my school days so I believe I have enjoyed the best of both worlds. Strong cultural foundation with a liberal level headedness – a balance that allows me to continue to look forward without letting me forget my heritage. Family values were ingrained in all of us and were taught that family comes first. We lived in suburbs in a Desi community with other Indian and Pakistani families. Several of my relatives lived in the neighborhood so we never felt that we were away from home.

This experience involves my cousin, Sonia who happens to be a year older than me and is my mom’s sister’s daughter. My mother’s family is very close-knit so there were a lot of family gatherings and although everyone had their own place, it was almost like living in a join family. Sonia and I got along fairly well. We were a group of almost 10 around the same ages, we to the same school, and at times studying together. The older cousins helped the younger ones with homework. Life was good. As we were finishing high school, it was norm that we would enroll in the state university which happened to be in the same city. Sonia graduated a year before me and enrolled in the business program for her BS. I was a fairly good student and my high school and placement tests allowed me a scholarship to go out of state. This was a first and I jumped at the chance, not only because I was going to a better school, but also this would be my first real taste of freedom.

I went out of state and enrolled in the engineering program (hey I am Desi after all!). College life was great. I made many great and fast friends. I lived with another couple of guys in an off-campus apartment. We studied hard and we played hard. Had our share of parties and of course our share of all-nighters. But all through this, I kept in touch with everyone back with regular visits, phones, emails. Sonia and I exchanged our share of emails and phones and with time we realized that we could relate better with each other than anyone of our other cousins. We actually became friends – best friends infact.

During my third year, as Sonia was preparing to graduate, her professors started to encourage her to go into a graduate program. She started shopping around for a university with assistantship opportunities and actually received one from my university. Her parents were hesitant to send her out of state but knowing that I was there too, they gave her the OK. So, when I started my final year, Sonia joined my university as a Doctoral student.

I helped her find an apartment in the same complex and she found a couple of desi girls for roommates. As this was my final year, I was extremely busy stressing over finals and of course my graduate school programs. I wasn’t able to spend that much time with Sonia, but all of us (me, Sonia, and our roommates) usually ate dinner together, especially on the weekends. Towards the end of the year, my professor gave ma a full scholarship to get my doctorate by doing research for him so I readily accepted. One of my roommates got the same deal, but the other one decided to join the work force. So my future was set for the next 4-5 years. I took the summer off and went home. I spent the first half traveling and enjoying my break and during the second half the family decided to have a reunion party to Sonia flew back too for the rest of the summer.

When the summer ended, Sonia and I decided to drive to the university together. It was a very long journey but we decided to make an adventure out of it. We took rest stops and nature breaks, listened to songs, but most we talked a lot about the three years we had missed out. She got me caught up with her life. We talked about family politics and, of course, we talked about relationships. As expected I started teasing her about potential affairs and she just said, “you think I’m going to get a chance for a boyfriend with the whole family on my back!”

I said “touché”

“But I bet you have had your share of girlfriends haven’t you” she quipped.

Starting to feel a bit hot under the collar “I said, well let’s just say I’ve grown up a lot on my four years in college and had my share of fun.” Since just started laughing with that intriguing look on her face.

Anyway, the year started and both were back to our lives. We had our circle own of friends but we hung out a lot more together. Either in groups or just us. I’m very physically active so I got her started on going to the gym. She was already in great shape but gym is a great place for stress relief and relaxations. I trained her on lifting weights for toning and she was always an avid swimmer. Probably why she was so graceful all the time. Soon, she was looking like a total knock out. In fact that became more evident by the constant teasing remarks that both our roommates started giving her.

Well this is where is all went on a tangent. One day while in the gym, Sonia pulled her upper back muscle and totally stiffened her back. She had trouble lifting her arms and also moving her neck. The University doctor said that as a muscular injury it would take time to heal and she needed massage therapy. She was scheduled for massages with the nurse two times a week. Her therapy went for a moth but her progress was slow. She was almost always in pain and starting to get depressed. Since her physical activities were limited she spent most her time in school or at the apartment.

One weekend while watching a late night movie with the group at my place her back really started hurting and I noticed her eyes welling with tears, so I took her to my room and make her lie down. Looking at her I decided to stay with her and I started consoling her. As a very active person myself, I was no stranger to muscular injury and so I offered to massage her back. I had learned a few tricks from my oriental friends with whom I used to take martial arts. So I had Sonia lie on her stomach and started gently massaging her back while chatting idly.

This was the first time I had touched Sonia in this manner and I must admit her body felt wonderful to my fingers. She was dressed in a t shirt and pajama pants. I could feel the tenseness of her muscles on her shoulder as I gently kneaded muscles in slow circles. She stopped crying and started to relax a little. I got up and reach for a tube of muscle relaxing cream (A heat cream like deepheat/Bengay called Icyhot). I applied some on my finger tip, and slid my hand under the t-shirt and started to apply the cream. I didn’t want her t-shirt getting messy so I asked her to pull the t-shirt up. She hesitated a minute then pulled it up. She was wearing a black cotton bra. I continue to massage the cream into her muscles and could feel the relaxing to my touch.

At this point is where my hormones started clouding my judgment. I was enjoying massaging Sonia. He more I massaged, the sexier her back started to look, so I decided to give in to my devil and said “I’m started to mess your bra straps with the cream and I’m not able to massage you as well as I should. Mind unhooking it?”

She didn’t move or say anything. Since she didn’t outright reject the notion I pushed forward. “Let me turn the lights off.”

Sonia turned hr head and looked at me. I was making a very concerned face desperate to hide my ulterior motives and said “I don’t know…”

I looked around my room and found my bandana (long handkerchief) hanging on my study chair. “Let me blindfold myself, this way I won’t see anything.”

“How will you massage me?”

I just smiled as said “I massage with my hands and fingers, I don’t need my eyes for it.” Sonia smiled brightly and agreed readily.

I got up from the bed, grabbed the bandana and turn off the lights. The room was dimly light from the outside street lights, so I was walked back to the bed and tied the bandana around my eyes. “Ok, I’m ready” I said.

Sonia checked to make sure that I couldn’t see anything, waving her hand in front of the eyes, holding up fingers and even checked to make sure my eyes were indeed covered. The she said ok. When I felt her back again the t-shirt was pulled up to her neck and her bra was unhooked and straps off her shoulders. I smiled to myself and started to massage her again. Feeling the totally uncovered back with my fingers making me feel hotter by the second. We continue to chat normally and after a while I said that t-shirt was covered her shoulder and suggested that she could take it off.

She said “I’m not getting topless”

I just said, “Well I can’t see anything, and without your t-shirt I will be able to give you a much more thorough massage.”

She was silent for a while and I could feel that she was seriously considering my offer. Finally she said “Ok, but please don’t tell anyone.”

I just said seriously “Sonia of course not. We’re family!”

When she said she was ready, I could feel that not only was he t-shirt off, but her bra was off too. I could feel no traces of the straps as I ran my hands over the bra back, her shoulders, and down the sides of her arms. During the massage, I lifted the bandana from my left eyes high enough that I could see but if she were suddenly looked back, she won’t know that it’s off. In the dim light I could see the silhouette of back, and it was flawless. “My god” I gasped in my breath to myself, and started to knead my fingers over the inviting flesh. It took every ounce of strength I had to not bend down and kiss her back, her shoulders, and her soft supple neck. I decided that patience would be a virtue.

Our massage lasted for almost two hours and then I suggested that she get covered up, so I could drop her to her apartment and she can sleep. She dressed and then gave me a hug and a kiss on my cheek as thanks.

“I feel wonderful and relaxed. You really are good, mister!” Sonia said

“Well if it really helped your back then we can do this again tomorrow night.” I hoped she would accept my offer.

“I would love another one”

“Great then same time, same place tomorrow” I smiled.

For the next time, I decided to leave my blinds undone a little bit to allow a little more light in. When Sonia came back to my room, she was dressed I a black t-shirt and pajama pants again. So I looked at her and picked up my bandana again. She said, “Same rules as last night, no peeking”

“Wouldn’t dream of it” I lied.

I turned off the lights, waked to the bed and got blind again. Sonia said she was ready, and once again I started with the Icy/hot on my finger tips. Before applying the cream I ran my dry finger on her back, and she said “there is no bra. It would have gotten in the way, so I didn’t wear one”

“Ok, good thinking” I said calmly but I was thinking, “Damn I would I could to seen u take your shirt off”

I started to rub the cream to her upper back and gently started to move my hands on slow circles around the knitted areas. Moving up to the back of the neck I started to massage her thin neck, and I could hear her started to relax. So I moved my eye cover again and this time could see the more clearly due to more light. Her skin was gorgeous. She was fair, toned, and extremely supple. I started ease the tension of her shoulders and slowly worked my way her arms. After what seemed like an hour I decided to move to the second phase.

I lowered my bandana again and I said “Let me change positions so I can concentrate on your shoulders and arms. They seem very tense.”

“What do you want me to do” Sonia asked.

“Wait” I said. Moved to the edge of the bed next the wall and sat with back against the wall and my legs crossed. “Now sit in front of me with your back facing me”

So she did. I started to massage her pressure point again, making sure to pressure with just enough pressure to relax her but not too much. I didn’t want her getting too alert. From her shoulder I moved up to her head and said “judging from the tenseness of your neck and shoulders I’m surprised u don’t get headaches”

Sonia sounded surprised when she said “I do get them how did yow know”

“I know what I’m doing Sonia” I said. “You may be older, but I’m more experienced in getting hurt.”

She laughed at this and said “Ok them use to experience and make me feel good”.

That’s all I needed to hear. I moved my hands from her shoulders to her head and started giving her a head massage. I pressed the back of her head and could feel her shudder.

“That feels good” She murmured

“Grab a pillow” I said. She did and gave it to me, I place it on my crossed legs and said “now lie on your back and rest your head on the pillow”

“Ok but no peeking” she said. Sonia laid her head on my lap and I started to massage her temples. I could feel her breathing easily and I moved my hands to her eye browns and sinuses.

I said “now keep your eyes closed, I don’t want to poke a finger in since I can’t see”

“OK” she said. I started to rub the bridge of her knows with the right hand and used my left hand to move the eye cover just a little.

Since I was looking down, I didn’t need to move it too much, and then I saw them. Two of the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. Not too big, but enough to start to fall on either side of her. Her nipples were dark, and surprisingly large. They weren’t hard, but I didn’t care. I wanted to hold her breasts, caress them, and feel the softness on my fingers, feel the heat on my palm. I wanted kiss her nipples, lick the dark circles with my tongue. Take the nipple in my mouth and suck gently so I could feel it harder to my touch. My desire became so intense that I instantly got a hard on and if it wasn’t for the pillow, Sonia would have felt it poking at the back of her head.

I started to breathe and calm myself while continue to massage her head. Her eyes were closed and she was deeply relaxed. So I started to gently rub her face then down her neck and from of her shoulders. Her breathing deepened but she didn’t move. I moved my hands to my side and started to massage the sides of her back just below he breasts. I leaned forwards and moved my hand forward and started to rub her stomach gently. She was extremely relaxed and I could feel her muscles easing. So I decided to chance it. I moved my hands back to her sides of her below the breast and massaged that area again. Then I moved my hands up and could feel the sides of her breast touch my hands. I saw her eyes flow open and her breathing stop. She could see that I couldn’t see, but I stopped and whispered “Sorry”.

She whispered “no it’s ok”

I started to massage the sides of her breasts again and she started to breathe a little faster. He nipples were beginning to hard and she crossed her legs. I massed the sides and underside of her breasts gently. She let out a quiet sigh and I could see the conflict on her face developing so I didn’t want to push it too much. So I moved back to her face and noticed that she had beads of sweat on her forehead. I smiled to myself.

“Let’s call is a night” I said and she didn’t say anything.

She got up and dressed. I took my blind fold off and go ff the bed. Sonia just looked at me and gave me a hug. She didn’t let go and lingered for a few moments and I could tell that she was conflicted. She then whispered “I’m scared”.

I whispered back “I’m here for you”

She asked “Promise?”

I replied “always!”

Sonia hugged me tighter and then kissed my cheek and just said “same time, same place tomorrow”

One our third night Sonia was once again dressed in black t-shirt and pajama pants. She looked apprehensive but didn’t say anything.

I smiled and asked “ready?”.

She just nodded, handed me my bandana and switched off the light. We sat on the bed and I covered my eyes again. She said she was ready and I applied the cream to her ver familiar and increasingly sexy back again. This time I could feel her tense even more and I knew she was thinking very hard. So I started to massage her gently and she started to relax. When we moved to the same position as the previous night with her back facing me and I pulled the cover up a little massaged her shoulders. Sensing that it was now or never, I gently pulled Sonia back so that she was resting of my chest and I started to gently run my finger down the side of the her arms and gently caressing them. I could tell she was comfortable, so I moved my hands to her front and start to caress her chest. She took a deep breath and she exhales a slight sound came out. I took that as a positive sign and ran my fingers down her sides of her back. I moved down and started to rub her stomach with my palms gently pressing my fingers up with each move moment. She moves her head a little. I uncrossed my legs and move them to either side of her. She palces her hands on my legs and gently started to rub them slowly. I moved my hands even finger and started to caress the underside of her breasts with mm finger tips. Sonia tense for a second then relaxed. I could feel her nipples started to tense up and her breathing get shallow. She crossed her legs and started to get a stronger grip on my legs.

Feeling that she was ready and expecting it, is gently cupped her breasts with my hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. Sonia moaned gently. Her breast felt heavy on my hands, and I would feel the heat generating from them. I start to squeeze the breasts and caressed them gently. I felt her nipples harder to my touch. I pressed my finger tips to nipples and started to roll it slowly. I took the nipples on my finger and gently pressed them. Another moan escaped. I rolled the nipples between with thumb and forefinger and gently pulled on them. This time a louder moan and I could see her shifting her legs. Sonia was getting exited.

I then bend my head and gently kissed neck and I continue to massage her breasts. she reached her hand back and started to rub her finger on my hair and I started to lick a trail up and down her neck. Sonia then turned her head, and while I was blindfolded, kissed me. Our lips connected and my mind exploded. I had kissed girls before, but nothing compared to this electrifying experience. Her lips were soft and hot. I pressed down harder on them and kissed her back in earnest. Our lips parts and our tongues touched. I gave her breasts another squeeze and Sonia responded by sticking her tongue deep into my mouth!

Then Sonia said “take off the blindfold. You might as well see what you’re doing”

I take off my blindfold, looked at her, and kissed her. I looked at her this time with both eyes and said that she was literally the most beautiful woman I had seen. And I was serious. She turned over and kissed me again. I hugged her and eased her on the bed. I laid next to her and kissed her lips, I moved down and kissed her neck. I left a trail of butterfly kisses over her shoulders down to her chest down to her cleavage. Then I licked a trail from her cleavage almost to her right nipple then almost to her left one. I blew gently breaths on the nipples suddenly left her hand at the back of my head and pulled me into her nipples.

“Enough teasing” Sonia said. “I want u to show me how much experience you have!

"With pleasure” I replied eagerly. My hard on was really enlarging in my boxers now and was starting to tent out. But I knew Sonia was a virgin and there was no way I was going to rush into this and spoil it for this. This was just some girlfriend. This was Sonia, my cousin, my sister, and if she could trust me enough to get intimate with me, then I WAS going to make sure that she had the time of her life.

I started to suck on her nipple and I rolled my tongue over it. I felt it harden in my mouth and I gently nibbled on it. Sonia twitched and breathed in sharply. I started to suck on it in earnest while I brought my hand up and started to massage and carres ther other breast. I gently rolled the other nipples in my fingers while sucking on the first one. Then I pinched and bit the nipples at the same time,.

“Ohhhh” Sonia moaned. She was starting to get restless and her hands were running over my head and back. Her movement and her moans were giving me the satisfaction that I was doing a good job and that Sonia was truly in the throes of ecstasy.

I continued to suck on her breasts and moved my hands down her pajama covered legs. I I gently slipped my hand under her pant and felt her panties underneath. Without letting go of her breasts, I pushed shown on her pants, pulling them down her hips. Sonia lifted her hips and helped out by pushed her pants all the way down to her feet. I finally let go off her nipples and moved down to her feet and pull the pants completely off.

I looked at her shapely legs admiring her flawless beauty. I looked down at this almost naked beauty queen who was not only ravishingly sexy, but also my cousin sister,

Touch me" she whispered. “All over”

I didn’t need a second invitation. I leaned back up, and took my top off. Sonia reached out and touched my chest, rubbing her hands over my pecks and nipples, which by the time had hardened slightly. Sonia lay there admiring my body just as much as I was admiring her. This was a major ego boost for me.

Then he picked up her left leg and started to kiss her foot, then her calf, then her knee. Sonia closed her eyes and let my tongue wander up her leg, her pussy was tingling with anticipation, the thought of me touching it drove me wild. I ran my tongue down the inside of her thigh, stopping before I reached her pussy, my nose pressed against her panties, I took a deep breathe and I could feel the wetness on my nose. My cock was pounding against my boxers, I was so hard, the smell of her, the touch of her skin drove me mad with passion.

I moved up over her panties and I gently moved up, appreciating her beautiful flat stomach, I continued to slide my tongue up her, around her navel. My lips moved up, and I started to kiss the base of her breasts, every kiss was met with a quiet moan from Sonia.

My hands moved around and slowly caressed her breasts, kneading them in my palms, rubbing her hard buds with the palm of my hands. My right leg was between hers; she felt it slightly press against her pussy mound, causing a small shock to happen. She then pushed her pussy onto my leg, softly at first, but as he continued to feel her breasts, she pushed harder. I then took a nipple in my lips, softly kissing it, running my tongue around and over it. Sonia placed her hands on the back of my head and pushed me harder on to her heaving breasts again.

She moaned again and said “your tongue is sending electricity from my breasts all the way between my legs!”. That was all the encouragement I needed. I started to kiss a trail from the breasts down to her navel and then to the top of her panties. As I put my hands on the top of her panties, Sonia leaned back and closed her eyes. I then ran one finger from the top of her pubic mound, down over her pussy lips. With this Sonia let out a small gasp, and pushed herself against my hand. I then rubbed my hand all over her pussy, as she gently ground herself against my hand. She started to breathe heavily;

“‘I’ve never felt his before” she gasped

I moved my hand and pulled her panties of, revealing a very dark bush, which was glistening with her juices. Sonia never said anything, she just laid they, letting out quiet groans. I spread her legs wider, so I could see my target to its full extent. I positioned my face just infront of it, her pubes tickling my nose. I blow softly onto her lips, at which she jolted over her body, I then stuck my tongue out and pushed against her puffed lips.

I ran my tongue all around her lips, licking the juices of her, I would apply slight pressure to her now exposed hard bud. This drove her wild, she had obviously never had this done before, I lent forward and kissed her lips, tasting her juices, then I kissed her clit. This sent tremors all the way through her body, I then sucked on it, licked it, flicked it with my tongue. All this while one hand was playing with her nipples, and the other rubbing her swollen, wet pussy lips. She was moaning louder, pushing herself closer to me, I knew she was on the verge of what her first orgasm. He sucked hard on her clit, and slowly insert a finger into her love hole, not too far, but far enough to send her over the edge.

“OOOhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyy Gooooooodddddd” Sonia suppressed her scream.

At which point, her body convulsed, her breathing was very heavy, and her pussy started to flex. Ripples of pleasure, ecstasy, spread all over Sonia’s body, she was in heaven. As I knelt there, floods of Sonia’s juices came out of her as she had her first orgasm. She tasted so sweet; I lapped at her juices as they ran down her pussy and on her ass. She lay there for a minute, as I licked her clean, running my tongue all over her.

My cock was as hard as rock by now, trying as hard as it could to get out of my boxers. I moved around, so that I could rub my hard cock, up against Sonia’s pussy.. She moved her hand down and gently rubbed over my boxers, the touch of her hand, sent a twitch through my body, she reacted by rubbing harder. I sat up on my knees, and pulled Sonia’s hand onto my throbbing tent, slowly rubbing her hand over my cock.

I pulled my boxers down to my knees. My hard on was standing upright against my stomach. I’m about 6 inches in length (nothing too big, but never had any complaints) She pushed her hand back, and wrapped it around my throbbing manhood. It was hot, and hard, the top was more swollen than the shaft. I started to move her hands up and down my shaft, every time she went over my swollen head, I would moan. As she did this, pre-cum started to ooze from my tip. She rubbed it over my tip. I was kneeling there, eyes closed, moaning gently as she stroked my cock. Enough was enough, I had to put this in her soon, or else I would shoot all over her.

I whispered “I want to make love to you Sonia. You have truly made me feel like a man and I want you make you feel like a woman.”

“Make love to me.” She said softly.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh yes, I trust you that you wont ever hurt me.” She replied.

I moved to my dresser drawer and pulled out a condom. She smiled and said “thanks for thinking of me.”

“I should be thanking you for this privilege” I said and meant it.

I tore the cover and unrolled the condom on my throbbing cock. I moved up her body, trailing kisses up her body. I slowly guided my hard, throbbing cock, into her. I inserted my tip gently; she was tight, but wet enough for it to glide in. As I pushed it in gently, Sonia let out little gasps of pleasure. I then felt the resistance I expected, I held her tightly, and pushed my way through it. Sonia let out a cry of pain, I held her for a while, not moving. I let her calm down and then I pushed my cock in the full way, she felt so tight. He started to push my cock in and out of her, at first she just laid there, but then she started to push her hips up to meet him, to get my cock deeper into her pulsating pussy. We started to get a steady rhythm going, both of us intertwined with each other, our lips locked.

As I started to push harder, Sonia could feel herself coming close to cumming again; she stopped kissing me and started to push as hard as she could against me, groaning louder and louder. I was also getting close to shooting my load. All of a sudden I worked myself into a frenzy, pushing hard, moaning out louder.

“AAAAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhHHHHH” I moaned

My body tensed, my eyes glazed over, my legs went all limp. I proceeded to shoot what seemed endless amounts of cum into Sonia’s cunt. Spurt after spurt in her. As soon as that happened, the feeling of my convussions inside her sent Sonia back over the edge, she let out a large gasp, held I tightly, digging her finger into my back, as she tensed all over with pleasure, and had another orgasm.

We lay for a minute of two, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

“thank you.” She said.

“Please don’t say that”

“No, really…that was the best.” Sonia smiled. Then she help by hand and said that her life and future was now in my hands and that she trusted me with her life. No one could ever know.

I said, “I used to love you as my cousin and my sister. Then I used to love you as my best friend. Now I love you as my lover. I will always be here for you. We are in this together.”

She looked into my eyes, and kissed me.

I didn’t know if what I did was wrong and I still don’t.

Anyways, as most of you are already aware of by now, last weekend, after nearly 5 months of planning and stressing over every little detail about, a group of us from Australia (@boothseeleybooth, @seeleybooths, @boothseeley + three of our other friends on twitter: @ohhelloarianna, @iamlladoc, @bianca_proudman and I) had the amazing opportunity to spend an entire weekend at Supanova Melbourne with David Boreanaz, a weekend that we liked to call the ‘David weekend’. And as I’m writing this, it’s been exactly one week since the last time we saw him face-to-face, and we’ve all pretty much spent the whole of last week reminiscing over every little thing that happened during those 3 days, which I’ve tried my best to recap about under the cut below:

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Ep 21. Fun at the Oak Park Mall (groupfic) (TRIXYA) ~ Mistress

A/N: I’ve been working on one chapter of YV for days and I don’t wanna anymore so I’m putting my efforts into MPGiS. Finale is coming up and after that idk. I kinda wanna do the next season but it’s s intricate and like… hard. Also guys… I’m a high school graduate now. Diploma and everything… weird.

Summary: The Assyousucks and Overboard Park girls have another run in at the Oak Park Mall. Tensions rise and claws come out. Also, some trixya smut for your troubles. Nearly 4k

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