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mistaeq · 4 years

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Hope u don't mind me requesting again but I was wondering if u could do headcanons for the crusaders with a reader who likes to quote memes or vines like when she's got an idea of some sort she's just like "oh yeah, big brain time" or they're in a fight with an enemy she's like "I'ma bad b*tch you can't kill me", I just wanna see their reaction to someone with that chaotic energy (sorry if this doesn't make sense ':>)

Stardust Crusaders: With a s/o who Quotes Memes and Vines

TW // none

Thank you for your request! I genuinely had a lot of fun writing this idea for these five dorky men <3 enjoy!

Stardust Crusaders with a s/o who's often quoting memes and Vines, had to be fem!s/o, but I didn't need to point out reader's gender while writing, so it turned out kinda neutral.

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KUJO JOTARO

He's annoyed by your habit most of the time, but he can't deny that sometimes the result is pretty hilarious, above all when you happen to do it when fighting against enemy stand users.

Jotaro was trying to figure out a way to attack without being noticed, to make sure it could be effective and quick, when he heard you whisper "Big brain time", and the second after, you suddenly screamed at the top of your lungs, yeeting your stand against the enemy stand user.

"YOU'RE TRYING TO FUCK WITH MY HOMIES RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?" screeching more or less the same way Stroheim would have done years ago, you guide your attack, your stand successfully making the enemy retire.

He tries to look annoyed and pissed, but you still managed to win, and he must admit he's a proud boyfriend. Jotaro is silently complimenting you, in his mind. Still, he scolds you. You acted in an irresponsible way and you could get really hurt.

When you see him so pissed over your behavior, all you manage to do is trying to ignore him. "Y/n, I'm not done with you." you usually shrug. "...Hi Not Done With You, I'm y/n."

Sometimes you both wonder how did such different people like you two end up together. But to be honest, Jotaro getting worried over you is something you enjoy, and seeing you so confident in your fighting skills makes Jotaro feel all proud and relieved you're not breaking down.

JOSEPH JOESTAR

He doesn't really know what these hilarious sentences are, but hearing you quoting them always gives him a reason to say he's in a good mood despite the pressure DIO puts on your lives.

The six of you were on your way to Pakistan, just before your fight with Wheel Of Fortune, and you were sitting right next to Joseph. Out of boredom, you both were reading the road signs, and you took the occasion to be yourself.

"Road Work Ahead..." Joseph read out loud. You snorted, and rested your head on your hand, smiling at him, and answering, whispering to not to annoy your fellow crusaders. "Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does." The man loudly laughed, scaring Polnareff who was driving.

Unfortunately, after that hilarious moment, you got really hurt in the fight against Wheel Of Fortune, and before even thinking of driving a kilometer more, they had to be sure you were okay. You really looked dead.

Much to Joseph's relief, after he pulled you up from the ground, holding you tight in his arms and caressing your hair a couple of times, you opened your eyes. And noticed his ones were almost teary. Did he get that much scared?

You immediately smiled, not wanting to see him like that. You pulled a thumb up, a smug grin on your face. "I'm a bad bitch, he can't kill me." the man laughed, tenderly kissing your forehead and letting you back in the car.

MUHAMMAD AVDOL

He knows what those quotes are. Avdol doesn't really mind them, he finds those genuinely funny. But he minds them when you fuck up your protection just because you want to quote those.

He particularly remembers that time you were with Polnareff, when a clone of Avdol himself and a clone of Jean's sister, Sherry, were created by an enemy stand user. He was watching the two of you from afar, just before joining you and saving you. As soon as you saw the clone of your boyfriend, you eyed at Polnareff.

"Are you telling me you asked for THIS thing, Jean? This is not Avdol, this is some flesh without his feelings! This bitch's EMPTY!" your strong stand picked up the clone, and threw him violently on the ground, over Polnareff's head. "YEET!"

When you did that, it took no time for the clone to rip off a bite of your leg, and you couldn't express how much it hurt. When you learnt that the actual Avdol was there too, much to Polnareff's surprise since he didn't know anything, you immediately scolded your boyfriend.

"You could come and help a little sooner... mother trucker, dude. That bite hurt like a buttcheek on a stick." Avdol stayed silent for a couple of seconds, before bursting into a laughter with you, kissing your lips. "I missed you so much, babe."

Avdol spent the following twenty minutes in checking on you and making sure you had no more severe wounds that could interfere with your trip to Egypt. He's pretty apprehensive, when it comes to you.

KAKYOIN NORIAKI

He totally knows what those quotes are and laughs with you on those. It's likely for you and Noriaki to understand each other and communicate through memes and Vine quotes. It happens to be useful to talk without enemies understanding you.

The crusaders have plenty of war flashbacks of you and Kakyoin acting weird because of those. For example, the time you were walking with your boyfriend, along with Jotaro and Anne. You genuinely tried to hold back from quoting vines around Jotaro, but as soon as a man threw a paper on the ground and not in the bin, you two screamed.

"WHOEVER THREW THAT PAPER, YOUR MOM'S A HOE!" that's one of the reasons that pushed Jotaro and Anne to isolate themselves from the actual Kakyoin and the actual you, being attacked by Rubber Soul afterwards.

Rubber Soul and his fellow enemy stand users were an infuriating thing for you and Kakyoin. Last time you had a talk together, understanding they were only serving DIO for money, you found yourselves pissed off. Like for real.

"We here not having the money for some chicken nuggets and still helping Jotaro and Mr. Joestar for FREE and y'all want a hundred thousand dollars from a naked vampire? Not gonna happen, Karen!"

You're able to bring out the loudest part of Noriaki, since none of the crusaders like the same stuff of this type the way he does. You often call each other "dude" or "bitch" - regardless of your genders, in fact you called him a bitch several times -, even if you're an actual couple.

JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF

He doesn't really know what those quotes are, but he finds it hilarious when you say them, and gets interested in it, so that he can get the reference when you repeat those. He starts saying those too, afterwards.

It happened when you met Hol Horse, a fast, precise bullet coming towards you, as you and Polnareff moved a little, but enough for the bullet to get in the little space between you, leaving you safe and sound. It had scared you, you weren't gonna lie, and in both your minds, a perfect vine quote appeared.

"Ah, stooop. We coulda dropped our croissant." if that quote wasn't perfect to be said with your boyfriend... nothing else could ever be. You both laughed, as Hol Horse realized he was alone against two people, and before you could say anything more, he was running away.

Teaching vine and memes quotes to Polnareff is the cutest thing ever, because you know he's gonna use them sometime, with your fellow crusaders or with enemies. But he doesn't have a great memory, and will need your help.

"Next time you put your fuckin' hands on me, imma fucking... babe help." no wonder Enyaba was staring at you two with a scared and confused look on her face. "...rip your face off..." you helped him. "...rip your face off." Polnareff repeated. "...bitch." you added, whispering. "Putain." you choked on your breath, did Jean fucking say bitch in french?

Polnareff has no chill, if you're willing to risk it all for a vine quote, he'll fucking do it with you, no matter what. Jotaro wants you two dead.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jojo part three #stardust crusaders #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #joseph joestar #joseph x reader #muhammad avdol #avdol x reader #noriaki kakyoin #kakyoin x reader #jean pierre polnareff #polnareff x reader #jojo headcanons

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vee-angel · 3 years

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By the Power of Friendship and Hentai!

(A Pervert Pentet story featuring Potty-Mouth Piper and Sharking Sherry)

Content Warning: While there are plenty of references to human-toilet type activities, none of them actually occur in this story. Though there is a bit of flatulence and a big enema scene at the end. Honestly, this was just kind of a fun one to write. Reading it back makes me smile or laugh in quite a few places

This is also my most illustrated story so far, and as you can see by the vastly changing art style, I’m still definitely finding a way of illustrating things in a way I enjoy. EDIT: Also, I apparently ran afoul of tumblr’s bots, so I censored the images here and linked to the uncensored versions posted on Twitter.

Sherry had settled into college life rather nicely by the beginning of her third year. There was a routine that was comfortable for her; her schoolwork was challenging but she prided herself on being smart as well as pretty. She excelled at math, which was good, but as she was becoming a young adult, Sherry wondered if the reason for that was because she worked harder on account of her belief that asian girls were supposed to be good at that sort of thing.

But none of that mattered right now. Right now, Sherry was at the park, hiding behind some bushes with her friend Josh, waiting for some cute girl to walk by in a little skirt that Sherry could yank up, or a tube top she could pull down. Josh was her camera-man, so his job was to get a good shot of the unsuspecting girl’s non-consensually exposed tits or pussies so that they could post it online later.

It was fall, so unfortunately most of the girls were starting to cover up. She was about to give up when a prime sharking candidate came into view. She was tall and skinny like a runway model, but she had this punky tomboy vibe. She had this big green flop of hair that hung over one side of her face, but the rest was short and dyed black. Most importantly, she was wearing this teensy little red-plaid skirt. The thing couldn’t have been more than six inches long!

She was holding hands with this red-headed girl who looked like almost her exact opposite. The red-head seemed a bit shy with this over-baggy knit sweater and brown khakis. The punky one was making googly eyes at her like they were high-school sweethearts. Wait, Sherry thought, Maybe they are!

“Josh! Do you think those are yuri girls??” Sherry whispered the exclamation at Josh.

“What?” Josh wasn’t as acquainted with Japanese culture as Sherry. In fact, he didn’t really share many of her interests, and he mostly just hung out with Sherry because of her penchant to “accidentally” expose herself. She was also pretty sexually aggressive in a bizarrely cute way. Case-in-point was her habit of asking him to film while she yanked strange girl’s clothes off in public.

“Yuris! You know, lesbians!” Sherry clarified, exasperated.

“I dunno, but the punk girl seems kinda… scary. Girls like that carry switchblades and shit.”

Sherry had pretty much stopped listening to Josh’s objections, she was focused on what might be under that little plaid skirt. Cotton panties? Boyshorts? G-string? Maybe even the holy grail, pantyless!

She couldn’t wait another second to find out, she was going in! Sherry pulled up the hood on her sweater and made her way casually to the gay girls who had stopped to talk. She didn’t even notice Josh excusing himself to leave, mumbling something about, “... she’s hot, but this is all getting too weird.”

Sherry was practiced at the maneuver that came next, she just had to act real casual, like she was just walking by. She had the advantage of being short, so she barely had to bend down to get a good grip on the hem of the punk girl’s skirt and with a sudden jerk, she pulled it up to the unsuspecting lesbian’s armpits.

She looked down to see nothing but naked skin beneath the garment! Pantyless! She finally found one! Her brain rushed to figure out what to do next; this was a rare opportunity to expose this girl’s secret shame to the world. She reached down to spread the girls ass and legs apart, and tried to angle it so Josh could get a good view of her most private areas from behind. Her eyes darted up to see where he was, but to her shock, she saw him walking away!

“JOSH!!! YOU DIDN’T GET THE SHOT!!!” She screamed after him.

Sherry was briefly frozen by awkwardness as she met the eyes of the now-exposed girl who was currently less than two feet away from her. A brief moment of stillness passed as she considered what to do.

“Eeep!” She exclaimed before slowly turning and running away as fast as she could.

***

Things for Mackenzie and Piper had been going really well over the last several months. The two of them had gotten an apartment that was really cheap because the previous tenant was a young trans man who had passed under tragic circumstances in the unit. Mackenzie initially had reservations about renting a place with such a tragic history, but after some thought, she decided that it felt right that when he looked down from Heaven, he’d see an queer couple turning the place where he felt so much pain into a place filled with love. She kept him in her prayers every night.

Of course Piper didn’t believe in any of that, nor did she really even understand how people could be religious, but she was coming around on at least being understanding about it.

The apartment had these stone tile floors that could accommodate the couple’s filthy love-making, along with Piper’s tendency to relieve herself whenever and wherever the need arose. The toilet rarely, if ever, got used. In fact, Piper got a tiny bit jealous if Mackenzie used anything but her mouth to piss or shit into.

Mackenzie didn’t seem to have a sense of jealousy with Piper. They identified as sexually polyamorous, but Mackenzie didn’t have any other partners. Piper technically had sex with a lot of men, but it was more that she welcomed anyone to use her asshole to masturbate into. Such encounters were always very casual and very platonic; with Piper’s demeanor making it clear that she was extremely gay and extremely comitted to Mackenzie. She often told charming anecdotes about her paramour to guys as they were pounding her in the shitter. Other times she’d just ignore it and carry on with whatever she was occupied with. Mackenzie VERY quickly came to see the appeal of Piper’s fetish for ignored grossness and ignored sex.

In fact, the only nagging worry Mackenzie had centered on was Piper’s tendency to hyperfocus. She had a few obsessions that superseded the rest: computer sciences, Alan Turing, and the many functions and uses of girl’s anuses (mainly her own), but Piper’s obsession with her had taken center stage lately.

Mackenzie fell in love with Piper for how daring she was. But whenever there was the slightest chance that she might be unhappy in any way, Piper suddenly seemed timid and desperate. It was understandable. Piper had never had a girlfriend before, and the more Mackenzie paid attention, it seemed like her male friends didn’t care about her that much beyond her free-use asshole and affinity for video games. Obviously it was expected that she’d be the most important thing in Piper’s life, they were going to get married someday, after all. It’s just that she didn’t want to be the ONLY important thing in Piper’s life.

College recently started for Piper, so the hope was that things would sort themselves out as the school-year progressed. She hadn’t mentioned any new friends, and mostly complained about what she called the “remedial” math class they’d put her in. It was actually the most advanced mathematics class she was supposed to be able to take as a Freshman, but she said it made her feel like a child. Piper’s mom was able to use her considerable powers of persuasion to advocate for her daughter and eventually got her transferred to the most advanced class she could be in without being enrolled in a Graduate Degree program. Piper still expected to be bored, but at least she was farther along the path to learning something that would interest her.

It was a small victory, but one Mackenzie wanted to celebrate by spending an afternoon together at the park. Piper needed to spend more time outside anyway.

“Are you having a good time?”

“Yes, Piper, I’m having a good time. You know you could spend some time looking around,” she gently suggested with a little laugh, “you don’t have to just look at me.”

“But why would I want to look at anything else when you’re here?” Piper replied with her dreamy-eyed stare locked on the conservatively dressed red-head.

Mackenzie sighed. “Actually, that kinda reminds me of something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“I’m sorry!” Piper blurted out. “Whatever I did, I’ll fix it. I’ll do anything! I love you, I’ll-”

“Piper.” Mackenzie cut her off firmly, looking at the love of her life; her brows now knitted together in desperate worry. “You are my soul-mate. I am going to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you.” She stated these things matter-of-factly, to reassure her. Piper eased up slightly. “But it’s scary feeling like I’m everything to you. It’s… it’s important to me that we share our lives with each other. I can’t just be the total focus of yours. I know you’d do anything for me, and… well that’s honestly not healthy. I want us to be equals, and I don’t want to have that kind of power over you.” She paused to think for a moment. “Meeting you, and then getting to be with you is the best thing that ever happened to me. Our relationship is my favorite thing in the world, but I also love my friends from Church, and I love writing, my family, and my relationship with God, and… and horror movies. So I feel like I have a life that is made infinitely better by having you be a part of it, but…. I guess I have things that are separate from you…. And I guess I feel like you’re not really living a full life unless you have things and people that are separate from me, and I want you to have a full life. Does that make sense?”

Piper looked contemplative for a long moment. “Yeah… Yeah! Yes. It does. I get obsessive about shit. I mean, that’s literal because I’m fucking obsessed with shit, but I know I get intense about stuff sometimes. I should probably read some psychology books and maybe relationship books? I’ve never been in a relationship before this one, so I guess I need to figure out, like, what I need to do to… contribute to… us both being happy… and healthy? Mentally?”

“I’d like that.” Mackenzie replied with a warm smile. Open communication was sometimes uncomfortable in any relationship, but at least with Piper, she generally responded logically. “And who knows?” She began as she took Piper’s hand and continued to walk with her, “Maybe you’ll make some new friends in college.”

Piper gave a skeptical laugh, and it seemed like she was about to say something but suddenly, this girl in a black hoodie and sunglasses came up behind them and yanked up Piper’s mini-skirt. Mackenzie was startled by the sudden assault, but the girl didn’t seem to be violent in any way. After Piper’s skirt was wedged up under her armpits, the diminutive stranger pulled Piper’s buttcheeks apart and looked off into the distance. She released her a moment later and shouted something about how someone “didn’t get the shot.”

What followed was an awkward moment where the strange girl just stared wide-eyed at Piper as Piper stared back with a curiously amused smirk. Then the stranger literally said the word “Eep'' and sprinted away.

“Uhh. Any idea what that was about?” Mackenzie asked with a laugh.

Piper shrugged. “No idea. Seemed like she wanted a picture of my butthole.”

“She should have just looked on your Facebook.”

“Nah, they banned me again.”

“Well maybe you should stop trying to make it your profile picture.” Mackenzie giggled.

“Hey, whose to say which end of the digestive system is appropriate for social media?” Piper joked. She still hadn’t done anything to adjust the skirt whose hem was now barely hanging past her navel.

“You should fix your skirt before someone calls security on us.”

“What? You mean you don’t like it like this?” Piper teased, waving her bare pussy in Mackenzie’s direction as a small handful of middle-aged park-goers eyed the duo. “Come on, I bet this is how everybody wears ‘em next year. That girl was probably the fashion police.”

They laughed together as Mackenzie pulled Piper’s skirt down to her waist before drawing her in for a kiss.

***

The rest of the weekend was a bit rough for Sherry. Her friendship with Josh had kind of fallen apart in the conversation following the incident at the park. His official explanation was that he “stuck around because she was really hot” but that he was “weirded out that she insisted on constantly acting like a pervy anime girl.”

“Well that’s his loss,” She said to herself at full conversational volume as she was walking to her first class on Monday, “If he can’t appreciate what I have to offer, I’ll just have to find someone who can! After all, how hard can it be to find someone who appreciates a life filled with boobs and butts?” Sherry got a few strange looks as she made the strangely expositional speech to herself.

If anything, Sherry had leaned even farther into the cutesy schoolgirl look when she started going to college. There wasn’t really a dress code to say her skirt was too short or anything. She made a particular effort to be cute today, but at the moment she had to get her mind focused on class. She was good at math, but she worried that she’d bitten off a little more than she could chew with this particular course. It really required her full focus.

It was one of the smaller classrooms, with only a couple dozen seats. Sherry sat in the back because while she enjoyed other people looking at her, it also distracted her. She had a few minutes until class began and she spent it reviewing her notes.

Eventually the Professor entered and began speaking. Sherry scrolled to a blank page on her notes document, but her mind latched onto a strange spot of green in her peripheral vision. She turned her head.

Sherry gasped! It was her! The pantyless girl from the park! What could she be doing here, she wondered. Did she track me down somehow? Was she mad? Calm down, maybe it’s just a coincidence and she just happens to be taking the same class.

Sherry glanced back at the girl. She was staring right at her! Sherry began to sweat. What were you thinking? Of course it’s not a coincidence! Does this really look like the type of girl who wants to learn about the Cholesky decomposition of symmetric matrices??

“Hey.” The whispered greeting from the green-haired girl made Sherry jump in her seat, “You’re the girl from the park who wanted to take pictures of my butthole, right?” Sherry remained nervously silent.

The girl next to her shifted in her seat, Sherry saw her lean sideways to reveal that she was still naked beneath her scandalously short skirt. The green haired girl grabbed her ass and spread it, revealing her pink pussy and equally pink anus. Sherry’s eyes widened as she realized what the girl was doing. Here?? Now? In the middle of a math class?

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The green haired girl didn’t seem remotely rushed to cover herself back up. As far as Sherry could tell, she was perfectly content to sit there with her most intimate areas on full display to anyone who happened to be looking at her. Was this for real? Is this girl a real-live pervert like me?? Sherry thought to herself as she grabbed her phone.

Fortunately, Sherry was always careful to keep the flash and the shutter-sound on her phone turned off. She learned that the hard way in her early days of snapping upskirt pics. She got a few close-up pictures first, then she moved backward to be sure that she could capture the girl’s face in the same picture as her holes.

In a somehow even more shocking display of vulgarity, the girl slipped a finger up her asshole for a brief moment before putting it in her mouth in a flirtatious pose. Sherry got a few more pictures. She couldn’t believe this was really happening! This was like a dream! Was this girl really just going to let her take all these pictures and do whatever she wanted with them? Sherry was already thinking of all the websites she could post them to!

As Sherry was beginning to wonder if she’d just met her new best friend, a strange noise suddenly echoed through the room, briefly overtaking the drone of the professor. It at first sounded like air being let out of a balloon, but soon deepened to a strange croak.

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“What was that?” the professor asked suddenly as he turned around.

The green haired girl piped up, “Oh, sorry! This girl was taking pictures of my butthole and I farted really loud.” The mild sulphur smell that followed a moment later confirmed that she was being honest. Sherry mentally noted that the girl didn’t use the word “accidentally.”

Sherry felt a type of embarrassment that she hadn’t felt in a long time. Her new friend’s lack of shame threatened to out her for her perversions; though it’s not as though Sherry was particularly secretive with them anymore. But beyond that, she’d become distracted at a time she’d meant to focus.

It looked like Sherry didn’t need to worry. Everyone’s attention was on the green-haired girl. And in all likelihood, the professor would realize she didn’t belong and kick her out. Then Sherry could redeem herself by spending the rest of the class trying to catch up on what she missed.

The professor looked irritated for a moment, but then softened. In fact, he almost appeared pleased with an idea that popped into his head. “Miss Lindeholm, I recognize that this class might seem too simple to keep your attention. So why don’t you focus on helping your classmates learn? I know this is your first class, but I understand you’re up to date on what we’ve covered so far this semester, yes? Would you like to come up and lead us in a review?”

Sherry’s mind reeled. … wait, what?

The girl popped up and headed to the front of the class. “Fuck yeah, I love talking about cool shit like this.” She turned to introduce herself to the class. “Uhh, hi. I’m Piper. I just got here, but I used to like reading about this kind of math when I was like eleven. I actually had an older edition of this textbook. When I was a kid, they said I had savantism, but they don’t really use that term anymore. Umm, I moved in with my fiance a few months ago, I’m psyched as fuck about that. We’re dykes; we do a lot of butt stuff. Umm, my personal hero is Alan Turing and-” she paused her overly forthright introduction as she seemed to realize it was enough. “So anyway, chapter one began…”

Piper continued on for the rest of the class period in what was, perhaps, the most peculiar lecture taking place on the planet that day. She explained the arithmetic interactions of matrices by asking the class to visualize a very neatly organized orgy with “cocks” representing one matrix and “holes” representing another. She attributed traits such as length and girth to the cocks at first, but eventually factored in strap-ons, dildos, and vibrators as additional elements along with ejaculatory volume and time to orgasm as she went over more complex mathematical interactions. The “holes” matrices became equally intricate over the next two hours.

But the thing is, it kinda made sense to Sherry. It actually really made sense. As she looked around the classroom and listened to the questions the other students asked, it seemed like she wasn’t the only one who thought so.

The professor spent most of the period quietly laughing to himself and shaking his head, not quite believing he was letting this happen, but not entirely wanting to stop it.

When class ended, Sherry rushed out to catch up with Piper, who had collected her things and walked out absentmindedly. “Piper!” she called out after her. The slender girl turned to face her.

“Oh, hi.” she seemed unsure of exactly what to do. Sherry got the sense that wheels were turning in the girl’s mind.

“My name is Sherry. I just wanted to ask” Sherry paused meaningfully, “Are you a pervert?” Her tone was hopeful, and almost seemed as though ‘pervert’ was some special designation or secret society of people in her mind.

There was an awkward few seconds as Piper and Sherry made awkward eye contact. “Yes.” Piper eventually replied decisively, albeit questioningly. “Is that… good?”

“That’s great! I’m a pervert, too!”

All the tension seemed to drain out of Piper’s body at that moment. “Oh, good. I used to just do and say whatever-the-fuck and then not give a shit if people thought I was weird. But my fiance has friends, and a family who’d probably be weirded out if they knew how much I ate out of her ass and pissed on the floor and shit. So I’m trying to practice not being weird when I first meet people. Hey, is it the right time to ask you if we can be friends yet?”

“Oh! This is all happening so fast!” Sherry replied with a giggle. “It’s definitely the right time to ask, and the answer is yes, I’d love to be your friend! I’ve actually never met another female pervert!”

There was a part of Piper that was still waiting for the other shoe to drop socially, but so far Sherry seemed like a weirdo who enjoys taking pictures of strange girl’s buttholes, so as far as Piper was concerned, that was a point in her favor.

There was a brief moment of pause in which neither girl quite had the experience to know what to do in the situation of a new formally-declared friendship, but thankfully the silence was broken by a passerby.

“Hey! Fart-girl!” The voice came from one of the guys that had been in the class.

Piper turned to face the approaching student, “Did you just call me fart-girl?”

“Oh, sorry I didn’t mean-”

“Because that’s fucking awesome! It makes me sound like a superhero with a magic shithole or something. I mean, my shithole is pretty nice already, but it doesn’t do anything special. Well, I guess sometimes when I fart, some rando’s cock-snot shoots out, but that’s not really a superpower.”

“Uhhh…. ummm…. wow. Okay, so anyway I actually have kind of a hard time with math, and it seems like you really understand it. And the way you explained it was so crazy that I feel like that’s going to stick in my brain forever? So I wanted to know if you offer tutoring or anything.”

It looked like the wheels were turning in Piper’s head. “People would pay me to talk about math??” The young man nodded enthusiastically in response. “Well then!” Piper declared as she puffed out her nearly flat chest and dramatically put her fists on her hips, “Fart-girl is here to help!”

***

“Apparently it’s a thing called sharking.” Piper explained as Mackenzie was attending to her fiance’s new friend, “Sherry says it started in Japan.”

Mackenzie listened intently as Piper introduced the new friend she’d brought unexpectedly to the apartment. She was playing the good host, brewing a pot of green tea for Sherry while discreetly filling a mug with her own hot piss for Piper. She placed the mugs in front of the two girls and sat down.

“It’s the best!” Sherry continued from where Piper left off, “Especially if you like looking at girls boobs and butts. Sometimes it’s staged, but the best is when it’s a total surprise! I actually got to star in a few videos, maybe I can show you later.” In that moment, Sherry’s nose scrunched up for a brief moment, “Piper, your tea smells… interesting.”

Piper beamed for a moment, as if about to announce some great accomplishment, she lovingly took Mackenzie's hand in hers and announced, “I get to drink her pee.” Her tone was almost boastful. Mackenzie blushed and grinned sheepishly for a moment, before her eyes made their way to Sherry. She could tell the Japanese girl expected to see embarrassment at her lover’s comment, but there was none of that. She was gently scrutinizing Sherry, waiting to determine if this new girl would be open-minded enough to be welcomed into their lives or if she’d have to spring to Piper’s defense.

“Wow! You must really love each other,” Sherry remarked thoughtfully, “I’ve never had a boyfriend who wanted to drink my pee.”

The slight tension in Mackenzie’s shoulders went slack as Piper replied, “Hey, well if you ever want someone to drink your piss, I’m all about that. And I guess since we’re friends now, you can take a shit in my mouth whenever you want, too.” she turned to Mackenzie, “If that’s okay with you, of course. Are you okay with me sucking poop out of other girl’s buttholes?”

Mackenzie took a deep breath and nodded enthusiastically with a reassuring smile. She looked a bit flush and felt her nipples suddenly harden against her floral button-down shirt. Of all the blessings that came with sharing a life with Piper, getting to have her own private porn-star was among Mackenzie’s favorites.

“Oh!” Mackenzie said as a sudden thought popped into her head, “Speaking of which, that… stuff we ordered got here this morning. Maybe since Sherry seems to like taking pictures, umm, she could... “

“Oh! Fucking rad! Hey Sherry, remember how I was telling that guy who called me ‘Fart-girl’ about how I sometimes get jizz-farts when a bunch of dudes jerk their dicks with my shitpipe? ‘Kenzie thinks it’s super hot when that happens, but most guys don’t squirt enough cock-juice to totally fill my butthole so she found this cum-lube stuff and we bought, like, literal fucking buttloads of it so that she can watch me just explode fake-cum out of my fart-box. Wanna take pictures while we try it out?”

Sherry looked thrilled as she listened to one of Piper’s signature strings of vulgarity-laden prose. “You know, Piper, it’s really exciting listening to you talk! I never thought I’d get to be friends with a girl as perverted as I am! And the answer is yes! I’d love to take pictures for you! Maybe I could even do it, too? I mean, I certainly don’t want to make a bad first impression, so it seems like the best thing for me to do is to be as perverted as possible so that I can prove myself to my new friends!!” This last sentence was punctuated by Sherry leaping to her feet and thrusting a finger skyward in a cartoonish display of enthusiasm.

However, in doing so, she knocked over her tea, which spilled onto the stone-tile floor. “Oh no! You invited me into your home and I’ve made a mess!” Sherry dropped to her knees and pressed her forehead against the floor in the dogeza position. “Please forgive me! I’ll accept any punishment you want to give me!”

Piper and Mackenzie looked at each other briefly. “Umm, you might not want to put your face so close to the, uhh, the floor? Piper kinda… poops on there.”

Sherry sniffed briefly, her forehead still pressed to the file, “.... I can tell.”

***

“So… do ya like her?” Piper asked as Sherry was taking her clothes off and practicing ahegao faces in the mirror in the room behind them, “I’m realizing that she’s a little bit of a weirdo.”

“Best not to bring her around anymore, then. You know that I have no tolerance for girls who are the slightest bit unusual.” Mackenzie teased as she opened up the jug of cum-lube and laid out a large enema syringe. After a few seconds of silence, Mackenzie looked to see Piper mentally trying to unravel the puzzle she’d inadvertently given. “Oh! I like her. A lot. I was using sarcasm, sorry.”

A satisfied smile appeared on Piper’s face, “I would have gotten that.”

There was a brief pause, “How many seconds ago was I born?”

“Seven-hundred-fifty-one-million, eleven-thousand aaaand... ,” Piper briefly checked the time on her phone, “two-hundred four, roughly.”

They smiled at each other; Mackenzie knew Piper sometimes felt dumb when it comes to interpreting subtext, so she liked reminding her how smart she really was. “By the way, who was calling you ‘fart-girl’ at school?”

“It was just this guy who was in class with me and Sherry. She was taking some upskirt pics of my butthole and I farted really loud, and I think the professor thought I was trying to get attention, so he sort of let me teach the class. Then afterward the guy called me “fart-girl” and asked if I could tutor him in math. I hope it catches on! I was thinking it’d be cool to make some “Fart-girl tutors math” flyers and put them around campus.

“Piper-san! I can’t stand waiting any longer! Please, fill me up and show me what it’s like to be a true pervert!” Sherry called in a desperate baby-doll whine from the other room.

Most surfaces in their studio apartment were prepared for various types of “spillage,” but everything in proximity to the bed on which Sherry was now waving her naked ass was especially resistant to bodily fluids.

Piper got in position next to Sherry on the bed, ready to hold her surprisingly shapely ass open while Mackenzie took pictures. The filled, half-liter enema syringe laid in wait, the tip gently oozing a thick, milky white drop onto the neoprene-fabric bedsheet.

“I feel like I should check,” Mackenzie said between taking pictures of her fiance spreading the asian girl’s buttcrack, “Is this moving too fast? I mean, this is technically the first time we’re meeting.”

Sherry, on hands and knees, looked back, “Well, if we want to get technical, I did spread Piper’s ass so someone could take pictures of her holes the first time we met, so this seems like a fair exchange!”

“Plus,” Piper added, still spreading Sherry’s ass, “I didn’t even know your name the first time I unloaded my bowels in your face, just that you were the prettiest girl I’d ever seen.”

“Wait, that really happened??” Sherry asked in delighted surprise.

“Yup, high school assembly. What can I say, that’s how I flirt!”

“Okay! I’m convinced,” Mackenzie replied with a shrug, “Let’s get to the fun part.” She proceeded to pick up the enema syringe and shoved the well-lubed nozzle up Sherry’s little anus.

“Eeek!”

She let Piper take the tube from her so that she could step back and continue acting as photographer for the scene. Piper placed her palm on the plunger and began to push gently.

“Mmm! I can feel you filling me up, Piper-san! It feels so good!” she moaned.

Mackenzie blushed slightly at the lewd noises Sherry constantly emitted. She’d become used to Piper’s vulgarity, but her vocalizations at the apex of their strap-on sessions were generally more along the lines of a tomboyish “Fuck yeah! Solid dick-work, babe!” The girlish whines and moans actually made the red-head giggle awkwardly.

“Uh! Uh! More! I want to take so much for you!” Sherry writhed, even with Piper’s arm over her hips to keep her still.

Piper continued slowly compressing the plunger, wondering how much of Sherry’s pleasure was performative, “We’ve got to go slow with this, it needs a little time to work its way deeper into your shit-pipe and to warm up to your body temperature.”

“I can feel it going inside me! Eeeaah!”

“‘Bout halfway in now. Ya ever consider voice acting in hentai? Bet there’s plenty of dude’s who’d jerk out all their nut juice just from the audio of this kinda shit.”

After a few more minutes of emptying the enema tube into Sherry’s bowels, along with Sherry’s orgasmically lewd narration of the process, Piper withdrew the syringe and absentmindedly licked the nozzle clean.

“I’m so full, pervert-senpai! You pumped so much of your cum inside me, I don’t think I can hold it much longer!”

“Well, ‘Kenzie’s got the camera in position, so whenever you get tired of clenching your shit-pipe, just let loose and cum-blast me right in the mouth.” Piper said with a reassuring slap on the ass-cheek. She knelt down behind Sherry and eye-balled the trajectory so that when the enema exploded out of Sherry’s asshole, she could get as much as possible to shoot straight down her throat.

They both stared into Sherry’s twitching anus for several seconds, the girl seemed to be enjoying the mass of the cumlube in her bowels and struggled to keep it inside. The combination of pleasure and exertion began to slicken her skin with perspiration.

“There’s so much of it inside my ass! It’s going to come out soon!”

There was an excited tension building within the room, everyone waiting for the strength of Sherry’s anus to finally give way…

“I can’t hold it anymore, Piper-san! It’s going to explode out of meeeeeeaaaaAAAAAHHH!”

[Uncensored: https://twitter.com/VeeAngel10/status/1430188744976453632 ]

The cumlube exploded out of Sherry’s asshole like a fire-hose. The spray hit Piper in the uvula hard enough that she almost gagged for the first time in nearly a decade. The thick, warm goo filled her mouth faster than she could gulp it down. The force of Sherry’s anal explusion splashed against the fake semen filling her mouth before it even had a chance to drip down Piper’s chin.

The sustained, forceful jet of anally expelled cum began to slow, though just barely, as it turned to a sputtering spray of cum-farts that splattered across Piper’s face and a good distance across the apartment floor. Her face and green hair soon became obscured by the layers of translucent white goo being sprayed upon it by the girl’s garden-hose bowels.

The cum-splorting sound was eventually overtaken by Sherry’s mewling of pleasure, with only an occasional spurt from her anus, and the odd incidence of flatulent jizz-mist.

Sherry seemed spent by the ordeal, and lay face down, ass up on the bed. Sweat pooled around her body, as did drool from the tongue that had been hanging out of her mouth continuously for the last several seconds. The last bits of cumlube dribbled out of her exposed butthole and oozed down her smooth, glistening pussy.

Piper meanwhile, was grinning and wide-eyed, frantically scooping handfuls of the warm, thick anal explusions into her mouth; pausing occasionally to give a kid-in-a-candy-store smile to Mackenzie as she continued to document the scene with her camera. Piper slurped and gulped loudly, often pressing her tongue to the floor to eagerly consume the ass-slime that her new friend had been so recently storing in her bowels.

Finally the green-haired pervert had mostly cleaned the butt-sludge off of her body and floor and set her sights on the dribbling hole in front of her. Piper slapped her face between Sherry’s cheeks so hard that it surely stung for both of them. A loud sucking sound dominated the room as she tried to drain the last contents of the Asian girl’s bowels with the same force as trying to draw a thick milk-shake through a straw.

Sherry once again went cross eyed and shuddered in pleasure as Piper’s skillful and greedy mouth sucked and licked at her shit-hole. After a few minutes, the pair had settled into a more relaxed posture, with Sherry contentedly resting her eyes as she lay in the fetal position, with Piper gently sucking on her butthole like a pacifier.

A small shock of worry crossed Piper’s mind suddenly; she hadn’t seen or heard ‘Kenzie over the last couple minutes. Had Piper gotten carried away eating out Sherry’s asshole? Was Mackenzie hurt or jealous?

Piper’s worries were put to rest as the now-naked ivory skinned form entered the room. Mackenzie was grinning ear to ear as she held the heft of a freshly refilled cum-lube dispenser.

Mackenzie bit her lip with a delightfully sinister glint in her eye as she gestured at Piper to get in position on the bed; holding the jumbo enema syringe as if it were a weapon.

“Your turn.”

#pervertpentet #pottymouthpiper #sharkingsherry

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peace-coast-island · 3 years

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Diary of a Junebug

Starfish in the sand

Collecting seashells is fun! Finding little treasures in the sand is something that never gets old. It's one of the little wonders of nature that keeps on giving.

Seashells are so cool and fascinating to look at. No two are alike and you never know what you'll find in the sand. Once in a while unique shells pop up in the beach, like these golden starfish ones. I don't know how long they'll stick around, so I try to collect a bunch to keep and give as gifts.

Jamie and Nedra have been staying at the camp for a while, enjoying the scenery and activities. It's been a long time since Jamie visited and this is Nedra's first time. A few days later Chrissie, Theda, Jean, and Emma joined us - which was why Jamie and Nedra stuck around.

So we've been having fun collecting seashells and doing craft projects with them. We made jewelry, decorated furniture, painted them, put together gift bags - there's a lot you can do with seashells! It's also nice to just chill and hang out with friends - especially Jean and Nedra as I haven't seen much of them since the entourage disbanded.

Jean's an actress and model with an interesting story regarding her family. Around the same time she joined the entourage, she had reunited with her father, who she hadn't seen in over 20 years. Up until she was around 5 Jean was raised by her mom. After she died, her dad decided to come back into her life and change his ways, abandoning the life of a conman. So he married his longtime partner and adopted Jean in hopes of starting over.

Unfortunately things didn't quite work out. Although Jean and her dad got along well, he fell back into his old schemes by stealing from heiress Agathe Dieudonne when he was going through some financial problems. The heiress forgave him since she took a liking to Jean and offered to send her to a prestigious boarding school in France so she can see the world. When her dad's old ways of living started to catch up with him, he and her stepmom decided to take up Agathe's offer so Jean could have a better life.

Over the years Jean kept in touch with her dad and stepmom through letters. Agathe doted on her like a granddaughter and used her connections to keep an eye on Jean's dad to make sure he was doing okay. Jean became aware of his past when she grew older, and the way she sees it, the conman and her dad are two different people. The fact that he tried his best and was willing to give her up so she could have a better upbringing is more than enough for her.

When she moved back to the states to pursue Broadway, Jean set out to reunite with her dad. It surprisingly wasn't too hard to find him and her stepmom as they happened to live on Peace Coast Island, not too far from where Jean was when she was in the entourage. Since then they've made up for a lot of lost time and Jean makes time in her busy schedule to visit often.

In a few weeks, Jean will be on tour for a show and one of the stops is the island. Coincidentally, Nedra's gonna be touring too and so she'll be performing a few nights at Starlight as well. The two became good friends through Jamie, becoming mentors for a drama program at Starlight Theatre as well as regular performers there for a time. Since the entourage disbanded they became super busy so it's nice that they finally got together for a long overdue meet up.

I told Jean about how Marlo's a huge fan of her and like Nedra, she's down to returning to the camp to meet her. We're still working out the details but Nedra and Jean will coordinate their schedules while I check in with Marlo and Don. It's gonna be fun having them all together!

Things have been the same old in Camellia according to Theda. Chrissie pops in for a visit every now and then, usually to bother Tanner or cause mischief with Lala, Theda, and sometimes Delwyn. It's good to hear that he's been doing much better these days - still, Edvin's absence continues to be a gaping presence.

Theda was right when she said that sooner or later, they'll move on and be okay - but it doesn't change the fact that what's gone is gone. And I fully agree with her.

Chrissie has also been spending a lot of time with Emma and her nieces and nephew, especially now that Emma lives about 15 mins away. She mentioned that Rocky and Lex have their hands full with the babies, which is why she's been bothering other friends. Emma doesn't mind as she's still adjusting to living in Cityburg, a drastic change of scenery after spending most of her life in a moderately sized suburban town.

Emma's doing a lot better since moving out and living with her brother Danny and his kids. She always got along with her mom's side of the family better than her dad's. Her mom's the type of parent who tends to be a bit overly critical of her kids but means well and just wants the best for them. As for Emma's father, he clearly favors her younger brother while putting Emma down for pretty much everything.

What prompted Emma to leave - aside from the threat of getting cut off financially - was something unforgivable her younger brother did. It's a fucking mess and if he keeps this up, I wouldn't be surprised if it ends up destroying him. It also didn't help that their father contributed by adding fuel to the fire.

Basically, the brother's one of those shitty tabloid people who profits out of ruining lives. The incident involved a close friend of Emma's, who died unexpectedly due to illness. The brother, who hated the friend for petty reasons, got a hold of Emma's phone, looked through her texts and took a lot of her conversations with her friend out of context to paint the friend and her family in a bad light.

In short, he turned a bunch of texts into "signs" that the friend was likely murdered by her family. He also revealed private information about the friend and how she was going through a rough time, claiming those as motives for why her family wanted her dead. He also made it look like Emma was the one to bring up the speculation, which the family knows is a load of bullshit. To those who knew the friend, it's clearly a pathetic attempt to ruin someone's name for clout.

As a result of the incident, Emma's mom had enough and kicked the father out, which Emma said was long overdue. As for her younger brother, her mom hasn't disowned him (yet) but she's made it clear how she found what he did despicable. Danny never approved of his stepfather and didn't get along with the youngest, so his reaction to what happened was along the lines of disappointed but not surprised.

Since I last saw Emma, things have improved a lot between her and Margie. Although they're aunt and niece, they've always gotten along more like sisters. While Rusty and Linda took quickly to having their aunt move in, there was some tension with Margie, though it had nothing to do with Emma personally. Margie was forced to grow up quickly after their other dad, Terry, and older sister Sherry, died last year, so things haven't been easy for the family.

With Danny having trouble balancing work and family life and Emma having problems at home, he decided to take her in. Emma says their mom has mixed feelings about it, believing that Danny's giving her an easy way out. If anything, I think Emma's a hard worker, but not in a way a capitalist society approves of it. In other words, capitalism can't profit off someone like her, so it sees her as useless. By living with Danny, an entertainer who not only understands what she's going through, but has also made a successful life for himself and his kids, Emma can freely pursue her creative passions without worries.

Right now, Emma's been working on creating content for her channel, posting journal with me videos and vlogging everyday life. She hopes to open her own sticker shop one day so Daisy Jane's gonna help her with that when the time comes. For now, she wants to focus on developing her art style by experimenting and studying other artists before getting into all that. I'm so excited to see where this will take her!

Chrissie and Theda have been really into making charms so that's what we're gonna do with the tiny seashells. I think the little starfish shells make the prettiest charms, especially on a bracelet. We also have some jewelry wire so I'm thinking of making earrings too. It's been years since I've made earrings so it's good to finally use up those earring hooks.

For the larger seashells, we're thinking of using them to decorate furniture. Theda used a bunch of seashells to decorate an old mirror she found while thrifting with Daisy Jane and it looks sooooo pretty! The decor and the gold paint looks like a vintage picture frame with the starry seashells giving it a sorta celestial vibe. I'm still not sure what to decorate yet but I'm considering one of the old bookshelves that's sitting in storage that has been in need of fixing up for a while.

Emma's been filming footage for her vlogs so I try to do a bit of everything so she can have the full camping experience. So far it's mostly sightseeing, crafting, and chilling with the campers. From what it looks like, Emma's considering splitting the content into two videos - one for seashell crafting and one for sightseeing. I'm flattered that she can get so much out of the camp!

Jean and Nedra find the camp a good spot to unwind from their busy lives. Before meeting up with the others Jean visited her dad and stepmom, who will see her again when she returns to Starlight for opening night. She also said the next time she drops by, she plans to come via plane as she's a pilot, like Chrissie. I think Marlo would die on the spot when she finds out that she would be in a plane flown by Jean Theodora!

Today was a low key day where we wandered around, enjoying the sights and taking it slow. We actually didn't do too much crafting today, which is fine as we tackled a lot of big projects early on so we were kinda running low on shells. So we ended up with a pretty good haul and a bunch of new ideas for craft projects.

No matter how busy or chill the days are, we always find ourselves back at the beach, searching for starfish in the sand.

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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idga-buck · 4 years

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use somebody || three

pairing: harry x plus-size!reader

word count: 2,200

warnings: mentions of sex, douchebaggery, and shitty attitudes toward women

summary: harry gets a second chance after finally talking to you

challenge: @baezen‘s the Other Guys Writing Challenge

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gif: @ransomflanagan

Previously:

“She's cockblocking me, whatever she is, so make it go away.” Nikki shoulder checked him again on the way by and your drink dropped to the cement pool deck with a damp clink, sending pink liquid all over his shoes.

Harry swore and kicked the cup out of his way, thankful it was plastic so he didn’t make too much of a scene.

“Hey,” he looked up with wide eyes and you giggled. He hadn’t expected to see you so close to him and it took him more than a socially acceptable amount of time to formulate a response.

You smiled awkwardly and gestured to the ground. “I saw you drop your drink,” Harry swallowed hard, suddenly aware that you’d been watching them too and wondering if you’d heard anything. Not that anyone could hear anything other than Taio Cruz at the moment. “I don’t usually offer, but do you need a hand with that?”

You were teasing him and Harry didn’t bother trying to hide the smile that spread across his face. “Actually it was your drink,” he lifted his brows, slowly regaining his sense and deciding it was safe to flirt back.

“Oh,” you seemed surprised and he smiled wider at that. “In that case,” you said before dropping into a squat so deep, Harry felt his stomach follow you all the way down. It would be risky to bend over in a short dress and the way you brought your knees together, swinging them to the side as you reached for the plastic cup, told him the move was to protect your modesty. His mind was on everything but. He couldn’t help it, shamelessly staring at the large curve of your ass under your suede jacket as it hovered perfectly above the ground. When you looked up at him, tossing your hair over one shoulder, he had the perfect view of your breasts from above. Harry locked eyes with you and for a moment his mind was blank, thinking about how beautiful they were looking back up at him. It only had a little to do with the fact that they were level with his thighs, an image that made him reach down subtly to tug on his pocket and adjust his zipper. You reached up a hand which he ignored for a second to keep looking at you and the cheeky smile you wore, somehow both teasing and genuine. After you said his name, he reached down to help you up again, impressed that you hardly wobbled in your heels from that low position. “Wouldn’t want anyone thinking that I’m the one littering,” you laughed and blindly tossed the plastic tumblr into the can by the bar. His heart skipped a beat when he heard it fall in, effortlessly caressing the shiny black lining on its way down.

“Can I get you another?” He asked and he knew it sounded dumb, but you smiled and nodded toward the bar.

“Maybe I should come with you,” you teased. “Avoid another tragedy.”

Once you were at the bar, waiting to be served after a group of giggling girls sauntered up and stole the amateur bartender’s attention, Harry felt your hand on his arm and he turned his body to face you instead of the bar.

“I’m sorry by the way,” he frowned and tilted his head, which made you roll your eyes. “For leaving so quickly that morning.” So you do remember.

“Did you actually have to work?” He asked, smirking through his suspicion.

You laughed and nodded. “Yes, but showing up 6 hours early isn’t usually how I spend an afternoon. So, again… sorry.”

Harry looked back toward his friend, pawing at Sherrie’s backside, and figured he wouldn’t get another chance to ask. “Can I- why did you leave? Can I ask that?” When he turned to look back at you, you were still leaning against the bar, but your back was straighter and you looked shocked at his question. Only fair considering how shocked he’d been the morning in question. “You said you had fun,” he continued just to fill the awkward break. It wasn’t silent by any means, as the group down the way had started doing shots with the bartender and the other party goers were groaning at the wait they created. “I thought we were good, I mean… maybe it wasn’t my A game, but I don’t think-“

“You were great,” you cut off his rambling and he was thankful for it, not sure where he was going. You sighed and he leaned forward a bit, urging you to go on. “I just know how these things go, okay? I know you were with me so that your pals could get their dicks wet,” Harry’s eyes widened at the truth laid bare. “I get it, that’s why girls go to shitty bars, it’s fine.” He’d learned to never believe a woman when she said something was fine, but he believed you. Your tone indicative of someone who’d seen her fair share of bar scenes and harbored no judgment for the men that gathered there. “And I know you’re with me now because Nikki doesn’t remember me and he just wants to get Sherrie alone.” Harry didn’t know what to say, so he followed your eyes over to where she was perched up on his friend's lap, pulling the thin scarf from his neck to wrap around hers as well, keeping them close. You’re right. “You played along really well and the sex was fine,” that time he wasn’t sure if he believed you. “But you’re off the hook, Harry. I’ll give him an hour to be gross before I go rescue her. You don’t need to waste your night hovering around to babysit me.”

“That’s not-“

“Don’t try to tell me that’s not how it is,” you cut him off sternly. “Or I’ll never respect you.”

Harry’s shoulders sagged a little before he straightened up. At this point he had nothing to lose. You’d been brutally honest with him and he decided to return the sentiment. “Yeah, that’s what happened,” he admitted and though victorious, he noticed there was no smile on your face. “But,” he leaned down trying to put himself in your line of sight, catch those beautiful eyes on his again if he could. “It didn’t need to end like that. I realize now you were taking the world’s longest and loudest shower to give me time to sneak out,” you snickered and ducked your lips in over your teeth. Busted. “And if I’d wanted to, I would have. I didn’t want to leave.”

“Yeah I know, I got your bill from lunch and dinner,” you teased and he had nothing to defend. He could tell you that was between him and Nikki, and truly he had no idea if Nikki’d continued to order to your room after he’d left, but he kept it to himself. It was his fault for calling the mooch to begin with. He could bear your playful judgments himself.

“I mean, I didn’t want to leave you,” he said earnestly and your half smile told him that you half believed him. “I kinda wanted to hang out.”

“I probably would have liked that,” you admitted before both of you laughed at the ridiculous turn the conversation had taken. “Wanna start over?”

You’d stayed with him the rest of the night and when Nikki and Sherrie were nowhere to be found, Harry couldn’t have cared less, but you were rightly concerned. You demanded to know where Nikki lived, but he’d assured you that his friend had talked his way into Sherrie’s apartment, not the other way around. The look on your face said it all, but he asked anyway and soon discovered that not only was she your ride, you had been staying with her after finding out that your home still wasn’t ready as promised by your contractor, but you’d already checked out of the Roosevelt. You hated asking friends for a place to stay only slightly less than you hated the idea of living in a hotel, so when Sherrie offered, you accepted and reminded yourself it was only temporary. Harry almost invited you back to his place, but after he thought about it long and hard over the course of five seconds, he quickly assessed that you’d say no. Thus putting him in a very awkward position and having nothing else to say. That was what usually fucked things up, his silence, and even though he’d just met you, Harry wasn’t interested in losing your respect just yet. He offered instead to drive you home. When you cocked one eyebrow at him, he smiled awkwardly before busting into a nervous laugh, explaining his rationale. Maybe they’d be finished by the time you arrived and Harry would be an excellent excuse for your temporary roommate’s boy toy to leave. You agreed and followed his lead down the cement stairwell, blue and purple flood lights barely lighting your way to his car.

Friday night meant traffic no matter where you were headed, everyone was on their way somewhere too and after almost an hour in a car, Harry decided he was going to kiss you. At least once, but as many times as you’d let him sounded better. The conversation flowed freely and he found himself laughing more than talking, a rarity without the fellas dirty jokes. By the time you were leading him up to the large duplex and around the corner to the back steps for the apartment upstairs, he was contemplating taking your face in his hands right there. But dark yards and alleys weren’t going to do him any favors if he ever wanted another, so he refrained and stuffed his hands in his pockets. You laughed at him for his hunched posture. It looked like he was freezing despite the warm evening around you. Harry pulled his hands free and stepped closer, flexing his fingers as they dangled beside him and he felt your pinky tweak his as your hands swung between your bodies. The sound of yelling shattered the moment and sent you jumping back from him. Harry was incredibly disappointed to find his moment ruiner bouncing down the steps, tight sweater dangling from his neck like a scarf and his thin white suspenders swinging next to his knees as he made a graceless escape from the apartment above.

“Harry! Uh…” Nikki looked at you, pretending to dig around in his mind for the correct name, but Harry beat him to it. You grinned up at him and Harry cursed his friend again for pissing on an opportune moment. Who’s the cockblock now? “We should get out of here? Cool?” Nikki nodded before Harry could respond and slapped his back as he passed on the way to the car. “Cool.”

Harry watched his friend drop a shoe onto the sidewalk before trying to jam his foot in it without bending over to do it properly and when he turned back to you, you were half way up the steps to your friend’s apartment. Disappointment again.

“Don’t look so bummed,” you laughed and Harry skipped the bottom two steps, landing gracefully and gripping the railings on either side of him with both hands.

“Can I see you again?” He asked and it sounded cheesy, like bad romcom line cheesy, but he didn’t know how else to ask.

You paused, tilted your head to the side and licked your lips. Harry wasn’t ashamed to say he watched the move carefully. “You want to?”

“Yeah,” he said, taking two more steps with a deep lunge, but you stepped backwards up another. “Yeah I do.”

“Ok,” you said quietly, the playful mood shifting clearly and Harry’s back straightened as he looked up at you. “Then I guess you’ll see me again.”

“Where?” He asked, trying and failing not to sound too eager. You shrugged, exaggerating the confused smile on your face to tease him more. “When?”

“Soon,” you promised before disappearing into the apartment. He thought about chasing you, but a familiar horn honked from the street and Harry dropped back to the ground, glaring at Nikki through the windshield of his car.

Harry opened the passenger side door, shoving Nikki roughly until he was falling into the driver’s seat. He’d already come an hour, he wasn’t interested in doing anymore.

“What’d you say?” Harry nodded back toward the apartment, curious about Nikki’s grand finale.

“Usual stuff,” Nikki shrugged with a laugh. He could be a real tool to women when he wanted to be… or when he didn’t want something from them anymore. When they had something he wanted, he was sauve, but the second his interest was gone so was his charm. Harry didn’t have to fuck him to know how that felt. “Did you get lucky?” He probed, slapping Harry’s knee across the console. “Or should I ask, did she get lucky?”

“Shut up,” Harry said quickly, grabbing Nikki’s wrist and throwing his hand back toward the steering wheel. Nikki assumed that meant no and he was right. A topic change was the highest priority and Harry was relieved when Nikki decided to bring up the next girl he was hoping would keep his company, but he was still kicking himself for letting you slip through his fingers again.

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5Ds Review

Wooo... another Yugioh down, just 2 more to go on this challenge... (yeah, just a reminder that V//r//ains will not be included in this challenge).

This one I was very excited to get to rewatch... at first. I’d only seen this once before all the way through, and halfway through I remembered... that I only actually really enjoyed about half this show. My last attempt at rewatching this show failed completely (yes, I admit that I abandoned ship as soon as I hit about the halfway mark... or even a little less), but this time, by some fucking stubborn as hell and definitely worn out miracle, I succeeded. Barely. But I did it. I may have... lagged it a bit here or there (even worse than when I watched GX, surprisingly), but I finished right on schedule.

And right on schedule, here’s my honest review of what, for a short period of time back in like mid-2014, used to be my favorite Yugioh spin-off:

Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds.

(Note: Before you skip through all this and just scroll to the bottom to read my final rating of this show, just know my breakdown, because I tried to be the nicest reviewer I could when reviewing this, for the sake of... idk, my sanity, or whatever. The breakdown I chose is:

1. Season 1 2. Season 2:

a. filler episodes b. Crash Town i. Bonds Beyond Time (BBT) c. WRGP + Ark Cradle d. Finale

Why in the hell am I making this so complicated this time?! Reasons. Reasons to be discussed...

And don’t worry, as always, I’ll do my best to keep it short and just my overall thoughts.)

Season 1 - Fortune Cup + Dark Signers (Episodes 1 - 64):

We start off with something that’s very promising and fast. I don’t necessarily mean “fast-paced”, per say— the show, at least right here, doesn’t seem to struggle with pacing much at all— rather, 5Ds exudes the sort of energy that it’s set a course and it knows how to get there. Where is it going? It doesn’t know yet and it doesn’t care, and honestly in this first Season, that’s completely fine because it knows how to make each pit stop into a memorable detour worth paying attention to. It doesn’t waste your time, is what I want to say.

The first leg of the Season, the Fortune Cup arc, does a great job establishing its main cast and their reasons for being involved in this dystopian mess of plot. Regarding said dystopian mess, rest assured that the show’s world is pretty well established within the first few episodes, so world building is not an issue either. It’s already going pretty great, and then we’re gifted with the excellent Dark Signers second leg which builds on character’s backgrounds, establishes relationships even further, and raises the stakes just enough that things actually matter. That’s right. Consequence finds its way back to Yugioh... or is it introduced into it, actually? It’s been so long since we’ve had some consequence in Yugioh and yet its existence is so fleeting, as we soon realize, right at the end of this arc.

It’s something to get used to for the next... a while.

Regardless, Season 1 of 5Ds is without a doubt an enjoyable watch with some solid presentation (for the most part). It’s something that’s an incredible breath of fresh air for this anime franchise. Though perhaps a short one...

Overall rating for this arc: 4/5 - very good, but still lacking on that much sought after umph that we crave from a lot of shows, an element we’ll keep missing in this franchise for a good while...

Season 2 (Episodes 65 - 154):

Here comes... this. Mess. If you;re getting the impression by now that I’ve been procrastinating talking about this, you’re right. I’m going to go pretty fast on this... or ‘least I’ll try...

a. Filler Episodes (Episodes 65 - 85):

Although, yes, we are indeed introduced to a “new threat” this season, we spend the majority of the time these 20 episodes exploring the daily lives of the 5Ds cast and crew, introducing new (95% useless) side characters left and right. At first you might think, You know what this is kinda fun, but actually you are wrong. The only episode in here that anyone ever remembers is that one where Yusei and Aki go on a roller skating date. Because it’s cute. But superficial. None of these episodes carry much weight at all, perhaps baring, like, those two or three episodes that introduce Sherry and, later, Bruno. But otherwise? None of this matters. Harmless tho? Mostly.

Season 2a rating: 1.7/5

b. Crash Town (Episodes 86 - 92)

“Wait, I watched this show and these episodes were also filler, what gives?!” You’re absolutely right, my friend. But you’ve forgotten one thing:

That’s right. Yusei’s classy ass.

No, but in all seriousness though, Crash Town offers some weird, old-western-style fever dream. It’s ridiculous; It has nothing to do with 5Ds at all. It’s like the producers decided to just drop us in an AU without warning, and honestly? It’s not terrible.

Season 2b rating: 2.8/5

i. Bonds Beyond Time (BBT - movie)

So this movie was canon to 5Ds, but was it 5Ds? No. As such, I won’t rate or review it here, but I’ll admit it’s not not a fun time for a fanservice movie. Is it of good quality, though? Not really, aside from its presentation. Do I have to mention that it’s canonically a part of this show? Yes. Do you miss out on anything important later on if you skip it? Aside from a small mention of its antagonist’s existence in one line of 5Ds’ climax later on, nope.

c. WRGP + Ark Cradle (Episodes 93 - 153):

*Sighs groaningly infinitely*.

This leg of Season 2 is, easily, the worst part of this entire show.

Before I continue, I need to mention that, as you might have guessed by now, the show has resorted to talking endlessly and vaguely about “destiny” and “zetsubouuuu” in place of its original, wholesome themes relating to self-worth and the intricacies of the relationships between people called “bonds”. But I’m sure that was a given by now; hopefully I didn’t have to clarify that.

The WRGP and Ark Cradle comprise a total of sixty-one (61) episodes and a shit ton of duels, but only exactly one (1) of those duels is decent-good (and it’s still very skippable. I know. Because even though I remembered I liked it the first time I ever watched this show, I decided it wasn’t worth it and still just skimmed it, much like I did for most of this Season).

The WRGP itself is an incredible drag to watch through. The pre-duels are cluttered with unnecessary exposition, Yusei becomes the only useful character through the end of the show, we’re met with uncharismatic and unoriginal teams characters that make Doma’s goons from DM Season 4 seem interesting in comparison. Every duel goes pretty much the same: Team 5Ds is losing... until Yusei takes the reigns and wins for them... again.

Of course I won’t forget that the main group of antagonists don’t ever use a lick of logic, and their plot unveils always resort to a mix of shock and un-awe, recounting “oh woe is me” tales that not a single person could ever care for, much less remember, all for the sake of “justice, destiny, and redemption”. All of which falls flatter than if this show was called YuGiOh 1D.

Lastly, I will absolutely not end this portion of the review by not reminding everyone that, no matter what they say about that-one-spinoff, Yu-Gi-Oh! 5Ds had, unarguably, the worst plot twist of all time *mic drop*. That’s a fact, not an opinion. This is my review, not yours.

Season 2c rating: 0.4/5 - I’d rather watch GX Season 4 than this because at least that one ended quicker.

d. Finale (Episode 154):

I won’t waste any more of your time here, I’ll just straight up say it: This episode, directed by the series’ original director (who had been absent since the end of Season 1, mind you *cough*), was, as they say, pretty damn good and had me feeling a tinge of that emotional umphness, but only just a tease. It exudes actual care for the cast of this show, something that hadn’t held its presence in this show for an unfortunate amount of time. It’s a satisfying ending and leaves us without a doubt in our minds that these characters will go on to continue meaningful and fulfilling lives. A gentle, but firm send off. Nice.

Season 2d rating: 4.6/5 - wonderful ending, irked only by the distasteful amount crap preceded by it.

Season 2 overall rating: 2.375

Final Thoughts: Right, I usually add on something after I give my final overall rating, but before I do that, I just wanna say this: people talk about wasted potential all the time, but confuse nostalgic presence with excellence. What I mean by that is, this show had all the major markings of a narrative that conveyed meaning, and yet that got terribly lost along the way. The Finale brought it back up, reminding us why these characters were so endearing and why we bothered to stick through it all with them to the end, despite distasteful ventures. It took a few creative twists at first— in approach, most notably, throwing us into the action before building up its world and characters, and it paid off early on— but the obvious shift in direction less than midway through the series did not pan out well for it overall. Instead, 5Ds left us with a satisfying ending, sure, but about 2/3rds of its journey was just crashing and burning, and we just sat there feeling the bruises of the characters we watched, urging them to just get to the finish line already so we never have to experience this sadly mediocre trip ever again.

Final Overall Rating: 3.2/5.

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Lessons Learned, pt. 2

Negan x Reader

Words: 2,262

Warnings: SMUT, language, kitchen sex, unprotected sex

A/N: Here’s the highly requested second installment to my Negan imagine. I hope you all enjoy it! And yes, this is totally inspired by that scene from Sons of Anarchy. I’m a little nervous about posting this so I hope it’s not too terrible!

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You wished that your situation at the sanctuary would have improved after your romp in the sack with Negan, but honestly, not much had changed. Negan hadn’t touched you since then and Sherry had only managed to become more antagonistic somehow. You knew it was because she was jealous, she was so used to being Negan’s favorite. And that had only happened after she said yes to becoming a wife and she wasn’t even his first choice, her sister was. It must have been such a slap in the face that Negan would lay a hand on you without you being a wife. Honestly, you loved the fact that your little encounter with Negan had gotten under her skin so deep.

Be honest, Y/N, there was nothing that was ‘little’ in that encounter with Negan. You had been walking funny for a couple days after the pounding he gave you.

But, as nice as it was to put that little bitch in her place, frankly you were getting pretty damn tired of her constant remarks and glares. The first week after your stunt there was nothing but radio silence, and it was glorious, but once she noticed that her darling husband hadn’t made any further advances your way, she started right back up again with a vengeance and the insults cut much deeper this time around because you had no idea why there had been nothing from Negan after your intense tryst. He sure seemed like he enjoyed himself, but as each day passed you doubted yourself more and more.

“Oh, poor Y/N, you thought you actually meant something to Negan? That’s sweet.”

“It’s not your fault, sweetie. Negan just prefers a woman who actually knows what she’s doing.”

If you had to hear that nasally voice one more time, you were going to snap and there would be no mercy. And the one thing you found interesting was that Sherry was the only one of the wives that gave you any trouble. The others honestly looked so frightened all the time that they would never step out of line. But you knew Sherry thought of herself as the woman in charge because she was his “favorite”.

“Oh, Y/N?” You hear from the hallway outside the kitchen, where you worked in the Sanctuary. The urge to drown yourself in the dishwater became difficult to resist as you immediately recognized the high-pitched voice as your resident nightmare, Sherry.

Fucking great.

“What do you want, Sherry?” You grit as you take off your gloves, turning around to face her. She was clad in the typical wife uniform: black dress, heels, and a face full of impractical makeup.

“Why would I want something? Can’t I just come down for some girl talk? You know how it is, spending so much time with Negan, sometimes it’s nice to get a break and hang out with the girls. Oh, wait you don’t know how it is. He just threw you to the side after he got a piece of you.” Her words made your blood boil and your fists clench at your sides as you try to not let her get a rise out of you. Of course, your reaction only emboldened her.

“I mean, I can only imagine how you feel. I mean if I were you, oh that’s a scary thought, but if I were that unfortunate I would just feel like I was only good for one thing. You know, but I mean if you were actually good, he might be back for more?” You tried to be strong, but you couldn’t deny that her words cut deep.

“Just go away, Sherry.” You tried to sound firm, but your words came out weakly.

“Why would I do that when this is so much fun? Come on, Y/N, it’s just us girls here. Why don’t you tell me what it’s like to be nothing more than a cheap whore?”

That’s it.

Her words make you snap and you lunge forward drawing your fist back before thrusting it forward. Pain zings up your hand and forearm after it makes an impact against her bony cheek. You shake your hand, wincing at the pain as she screams hysterically.

“You crazy bitch! You don’t even know what you’ve done. Just wait until I tell Negan.” She threatens before storming out of the kitchen, leaving you to your thoughts. Part of you was afraid that there would be real consequences this time around unlike last time, but the other part of you felt so good for punching that awful bitch in the face. There was no Negan around to hold you back like last time and she definitely had it coming.

A few minutes pass and the pain finally subsides in your arm. You grab your gloves and get back to work. The girl who normally worked with you was sick so you offered to stay longer to cover both lunch and dinner. You had just finished the dishes left from dinner when you hear a deep voice ring out behind you.

“Well, well, well. I just got a fuckin’ earful about you, million-dollar baby.” You freeze briefly, analyzing his tone.

Well, he didn’t sound too pissed.

“Negan, long time no talk,” You sass as you turn back to face your visitor. He looked just as good as usual, those blue jeans hugging him in the right places with that sexy leather jacket that gave off just the right amount of danger. You were glad to see that his favorite lady, Lucille, had taken the night off.

“Well, if I remember our last encounter right, there wasn’t a whole hell of a lot of talking, to begin with.” The confidence in his voice is enough to shoot heat throughout your body that eventually settled between your thighs.

“Maybe not a lot of talking, but I sure remember a lot of screaming.” You flirt, his grin only widens in response to your comment.

“Now speaking of screaming, you wouldn’t have happened to bump into Sherry, would you? Cause she spins a fascinating tale of how she came in here and you just attacked her for no reason. Care to tell me about that?”

“Hmm, might ring a bell. But that’s not how I remember it. She came in here, called me a cheap whore then insinuated that I was a bad lay and that’s why you hadn’t even much as spoke to me since we fucked. Then I don’t know what happened, she may have tripped and fallen right on my fist, but you know, I just can’t remember. Everything’s kinda fuzzy.” You say, sarcasm dripping from every word as you pursed your lips, pretending to wrack your memory.

“Well allow me to clear things up for you, Y/N. I can’t have anyone attacking my wives, even if it’s just you. You remember the last time someone laid a hand on one of my wives don’t you, Y/N?” A shiver of fear runs down your spine as you remember the sight of Mark’s skin melting off of his face after he touched Amber.

“But, now if there were to be a dispute between two wives, that I could maybe overlook.” Your eyes flick up to his in shock.

Did he...? Is he asking me to become a wife?

“I, umm, I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” You ramble, shocked that he would even ask you that. He steps closer, backing you up against the counter. You had never wanted to be a wife, you didn’t fucking share. No matter how much you wanted this man.

“Why not, doll? I’m pretty sure we had fun last time or is that a bit fuzzy too? Do I need to give you a reminder? Cause I’d be more than fucking happy to.” His finger runs over your lip and your breath hitches in your throat from the contact. One touch from this man and you were already a panting mess again.

“I don’t know…” You whisper, your voice breathy. His hand moves from your face down your body until it meets the waistband of your jeans before it slips underneath. You gasp raggedly as his fingers slip between your folds.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet.” Negan curses as he brushes his finger over your clit, making you whimper his name softly.

“I hate to break it to you, doll, but your body is tellin’ me a different story. You sure you don’t want this?” He asks as he begins to withdraw his hand from your jeans.

“No!” You insist as your hand catches his wrist, preventing him from withdrawing his touch.

“Mmm, that’s what I thought,” His smug tone makes you roll your eyes before you grab his face between your hands, smashing your lips to his.

Fuck I almost forgot how good this feels.

The kiss quickly escalates as your hands unzip his jacket, pushing his hand out of your jeans so you can push the now offensive fabric off his shoulders.

“Someone’s impatient.” Negan teases.

“I don’t care, fuck me.” You beg as you pull his lips back to yours, your hands immediately falling to his jeans. You make quick work of his belt and zipper before you reach inside and wrap your hand around his girth.

“Fuck.” He curses, pulling away from your lips briefly as you stroke over the velvety skin of his hard cock. Negan lets you continue for a few moments before pushing your hand away.

“If I’m gonna come, it’s gonna be in that tight pussy of yours.” He says as he unbuttons your jeans before ripping them, along with your panties, down your legs. You barely have the opportunity to kick them off your feet before he’s lifting you up on the counter and pulling you to the very edge. He wastes no time thrusting his entire length inside you before setting a fast pace.

“Oh, Negan! Yes!” You cry as his cock drags along your walls, sending shockwaves throughout your body.

“Goddamn, fucking missed this pussy,” Negan grunts against your neck as his thrusts quicken. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding yourself close to him as his hips pummel against yours. The only sounds echoing through the kitchen are the sound of your combined moans and the smack of his hips against yours.

It doesn’t take long before that familiar feeling begins to brew within you, your body begins to tighten as his harsh thrusts drive you closer to your climax.

“Fuck! Tell me your close,” Negan grunts as he presses kisses against your neck. You nod frantically as one of his hands drifts between you and presses firm circles around your aching clit. That is all it takes for your release to crash over you. Your head falls back and your jaw drops open as the intense shockwaves rock through your quivering form. Negan groans the feeling of your walls tightening around him as he fucks you through your climax.

“Negan! Oh, my fuckin-! Oh my god!” You cry as your release continues to quickly turn you to mush. Your body slowly unwinds from your explosive high and your focus shifts from your own release to his. Negan’s hips thrust into you desperately as he desperately seeks his own release.

The sound of high heels clicking outside the hallway draws your attention, but you can tell that Negan is too far gone to notice. A wicked smile comes over your lips and you squeeze your walls around his still thrusting cock.

“Fuck!” He cries at the feeling of your tightening walls around his length.

“Do that again,” Negan demands desperately.

“Tell me I’m better than her,” His eyes flick towards yours in confusion, but his hips don’t falter. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see that Sherry is now in the doorway, her jaw dropping as she takes in the sight of the two of you, but she looks frozen.

“What?” He whispers, his tone desperate. You tighten your walls around him again, he groans loudly.

“Tell me,” You repeat, your voice quieter the second time, but firmer before you clench around him again.

“Fuck! You’re better than her, so much better than her, Y/N.” He pants against your neck, but you can tell that she’s heard him because the look on her face is…to be honest…priceless. You can’t help the smirk that crosses your lips as you look over at her and wink. She turns quickly and rushes away from you. You turn your focus back to the man in front of you.

“Cum in me, please.” You beg as you continue to squeeze your walls around his cock. His hips thrust once, twice more before he stills against you. His loud groan echoes throughout the room before there’s nothing but the sound of the both of you breathing heavily.

“Holy shit, Y/N.”

“Mmm, that was quite the reminder,” You tease. Negan grins cockily before pulling out of you and tucking himself back into his jeans. You take the opportunity to hop off the counter and pull your jeans back up. His hand under your chin pulls your focus away from righting your clothes.

“Come on, Y/N. Say yes, be my wife.” He says, his eyes unusually sincere. You’d never seen him look at you, or anyone like that.

“Only on one condition,” Negan raises an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue.

“I’ll be your wife, as long as I’m the only one,”

To say that he looked shocked would be an understatement.

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The Other Woman Chapter 6

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Warnings: Language, Violence, Walkers, Angry Negan

Chapter 6

Roxy’s P.O.V

Sherry had been smuggling me little bits of food while my points had been halved. Mainly candy bars and bags of chips, things you’d find in a vending machine. Either way I was grateful, but a little worried she might get into trouble and that was the last thing I wanted, people suffering for my mistakes. But now Clay’s points had been halved and I couldn’t have that. Fine, I’d give that mother fucker his apology but not for my sake.

I headed to his room, calming myself. I had to apologise and resist punching him in the face. I knocked on his door and forced a smile as he called me in. I closed the door behind me, meeting his gaze. “I wanted to apologise,” I forced the words out, hating myself for it. I had his full attention now although I really wanted to punch that smug smirk right off his face. “I’m sorry for what I said and how…disrespectful I was,” I continued. “What made you change your mind?” He asked. I grit my teeth. Oh gee I don’t know, maybe it was the fact that you came after my one friend, or maybe my significant weight loss or maybe even Sherry and Simon constantly nagging me to apologise to you.

“I guess I just came to my senses,” I lied. “About time you did. Now things aren’t quite going to go back to how they were just yet, I don’t trust you enough to go back out on runs. So until then you’re on watch duty. You think you can handle that?” “I’ve handled most things you’ve thrown at me so far,” I challenged. “You most certainly have.” “So my points and Clays go back to normal now?” “Yeah.” “Good.”

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Watch duty was fun as long as you remembered to bring something with you, mainly a book. Something to do at least. I was sat on the roof now, my legs dangling over the side, a book on my lap and a sniper rifle sat next to me. I still had yet to use it throughout the two weeks I had been up here. I didn’t see the point of wasting a bullet on just one walker so normally I would go down and take it out with my machete. And the only signs of people were those that were coming and going from runs.

I did kinda like it up here though, nobody came to bother me and I wasn’t stuck inside all day. Also up here I got to see who was sneaking around with who. Right now for example. There was a skinny blonde that seemed incredibly timed and paranoid talking to a guy that looked barely twenty. They kept looking around to see if anybody was watching them…funny how not once they looked up and spotted me. I was out of earshot to hear what they were saying but it was obvious they were in a relationship…or at least trying to keep said relationship a secret.

Then there were the guys who were meant to be working in the greenhouse area that were stood around talking and laughing about something. I’d spotted a few shoving things like tomatoes in their pockets at times. Seems like the last message about no stealing didn’t quite get through to them. Not that I cared. I was to keep watch to make sure the place stayed safe, that didn’t mean I had to be a snitch and tell Negan every damn thing I saw going on that he wouldn’t approve of.

Because damn there was a lot. Some of the other guys on watch with me would tend to slack off themselves, sneaking off to do whatever because they believed this place was invincible. No place was invincible. One day a build-up of walkers could get to much and a fence could cave. And if walkers got inside then sure we would be able to defend ourselves but someone would get bitten. That was inevitable. Or what if we got raided, again sure we would be able to defend ourselves but there would be casualties. That’s the way these things work.

I got to my feet and went to do a full circle of the roof, checking each fence. I reached the opposite end and cursed. Of course now we get a build-up and I was on duty alone because someone was slacking off yet again. I grabbed my radio and told whoever was listening that there was a code red. I waited thirty seconds for a response but nothing. I rolled my eyes, fine I’d sort it out myself. Thankfully I didn’t have to take the long route off the roof as there were some crates stacked high enough for me drop on to safely.

I left the rifle behind, why waste the bullets? I was perfectly capable. I landed on the top crate and climbed the rest of the way down until my feet were on solid ground. I ran to the gate, opening it and closing it behind me. I’d attracted the attention of a few walkers already and kicked the first one away from me and into the one behind it, both of them staggering back. I swung my machete down at the next closest one, cranium and black fluid spilling over the walkers face. I pulled the machete free and advanced on the next one.

By this point I had the attention of the entire build-up, which were now staggering towards me. It was about seven, but that’s ok, I could handle it. I heard a gunshot and then the bullet hit the ground, barely missing me. I glared at the male up on the roof, holding my rifle. Learn to aim asshole. I took out the next walker and was getting ready for the next when a barbed wire baseball bat came down, crushing its skull.

I turned to find Negan and he looked pissed. We too out the rest of the walkers together before heading back inside the gates. “What the fuck were you doing out there on your own?” He snapped. “I could have handled it. And besides I radioed through and nobody responded, also some people aren’t doing their fucking jobs hence why I just risked my ass.” “You could have taken your fucking gun!” “I didn’t want to waste the bullets.”

Negan sighed before taking a deep breath to calm himself, “I’m not mad at you. You were doing your fucking job. I’m mad because something bad could have happened to you because others weren’t.” “Negan I’m fine honestly. Don’t worry about it.” “Ok but what if it happens again and I’m not fucking here to save your ass? What then?” I sighed, I guess he would calm down in his own time. I guess it was better to have had his help taking the walkers out just in case something had gone wrong. Negan led me inside and radioed for the others who were meant to be on watch duty to meet us in his office.

Negan had an office? Fair enough. He led me to it, letting me into the small and simple room. There was a desk with various papers strewn across it and maps on the walls. He motioned for me to take the only seat in the room and I did a little cautiously. Eventually four men knocked and entered the office all looking a little nervous. Negan was still carrying a rather bloody Lucille after all. That and you could cut the tension with a freaking knife. “So how was watch duty going guys?” Negan asked, sarcasm evident in his tone. None of them answered, it was like watching a teacher lecture of bunch of school kids who were too scared to look up so they just gazed at their shoes instead. “Watch duty means you stay at your fucking post and keep watch for anything that might threaten what we have going on here. Now Roxy here is a fucking god send and you should all thank her for saving our asses today. You’re probably thinking oh it wasn’t that many fucking walkers what does it matter? It fucking matters when she’s the one risking her life on her own when there should have been help. Forget doing watch duty now, I clearly can’t fucking trust the lot of you, maybe you’d all be better of working the damn wall!”

I wanted to interject, telling him that it wouldn’t be necessary but I didn’t want his anger to be directed towards me. “Now how about you show some fucking gratitude to the woman that did your fucking jobs,” Negan ordered. In unison they mumbled a thank you to me before Negan sent them out. Negan seemed to relax a little once they left but I could tell he was still mad. I kinda wish he would send me away too. “Thank you for what you did today,” he spoke. “No need to thank me, just doing my job. But thank you for actually responding to the code red.”

He smiled at this and finally put Lucille down. “Consider today your last day on watch duty,” he spoke. “What am I supposed to do now?” “You're back to going out on runs sweetheart. That’s what you want isn’t it?” “I’m not sure-“ “Why not, we can use someone like you, you proved that today.” “How am I gonna be much of an addition to the hundreds of men you have already on runs?” “Well for one you actually do your fucking job. But if you’re not comfortable to go on the runs to places like The Hilltop and The Kingdom then you don’t have to go on those ones. Just the actually supply runs.”

I frowned, this was not the Negan I was used to. At all. A part of me still hated this man for what he had done prior to this job. Hated him for his morals and what he stood for. But he was being…nice. I had no idea this man was even capable of being nice to others. “Forgive me for being a little creeped out but you're being nice. I’m not exactly used to that,” I spoke. Negan laughed at this, not his usual sadistic, I’m laughing to creep you out laugh, this was a normal laugh. “I admit we haven’t exactly hit it off to a great start but I think we can change that. So what’dya say to the runs?” He asked. “Until I’m ready for the other runs that sounds fine to me.” “Great. Lucky for you I’m planning to go out on one tomorrow, you up for tagging along?” “I don’t see why not.” “In that case I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I took that as my cue to leave his office. It still felt weird that he was being nice to me but I guess if he continued I might not feel so much hate towards him. Who knew, maybe we could even become friendly.

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thotyssey · 5 years

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On Point With: Epiphany

The original queen of Brooklyn has since become a star of the international stage... but right now her star is shining over Manhattan. World traveled, live singing, wickedly funny, painfully glam and profoundly married, Epiphany (also known as “Epiphany Get Paid” thanks to an old Facebook handle) unleashes her plot of world domination unto Thotyssey.

Thotyssey: Epiphany, hello and Happy New Year! You hosted the NYE party at Metropolitan Bar last night, how did that go?

Epiphany: Hey, hi! It was a great night, so many fun people these days in Brooklyn!

Not everyone knows this, but you are technically a Brooklyn queen yourself.

I was the first drag queen to work at Metropolitan and Sugarland, and that was, like, 12 years ago. I am the “Birth Mother of Brooklyn Drag.”

You must have a very interesting and gigantic womb!

Hahaha, something like that.

I just read an older interview with you where you were discussing how you started doing drag in your native San Diego to get into bars underage. This used to be the number one reason queens became queens prior to Drag Race! Now with the newer queens, it’s largely about being inspired by Drag Race, and wanting to be on the show.

Well, now it’s a legitimate occupation. Like, kids actually say “I want to be a drag queen when I grow up.” Drag has such mainstream attention now; it’s being monetized and advertised. The commercialization of the job has so many more options than when I started. Guys now start to do drag with the sole intention of getting on the reality show.

Is that a good or bad development?

There was no template when I started, so we all did it whatever way we saw fit to express ourselves. I don’t see much originality anymore. When I started here in NYC, in a single night night you’d see Raven O, Joey Arias, Sherry Vine, Lady Bunny, Miss Understood, Lavinia, Acid Betty, Rainblow, Formika, Dina Marie, Candis, and countless others; all with their own look and repertoire and personality. It was this crazy cacophony of sexuality and defiance to normality. The reality show has normalized drag, and thus the edges have been worn down for general public consumption.

I guess it’s good because it’s more inclusive, but bad ‘cause it’s all so similar now... with the show being the only goal.

Plus, performers are all so aware and careful now about not offending people, even though drag was kinda born out of this very fringe, always potentially offensive place. Even Bianca is getting some heat from her jokes now.

The new generation is very sensitive these days, it’s embarrassing. We had to develop a thick skin to be a drag queen. Now it’s quite literally for children.

As far as queens on TV go, you were in a pilot for a possible reality show that would've pre-dated Drag Race, and could've (should've) been the standard for drag on TV! Queens of Drag NYC would've starred yourself, Bianca, Lady Bunny, Sherry, Peppermint, Acid Betty, Mimi Imfurst, Logan Hardcore, Dallas DuBois and Hedda Lettuce! It was more of a "day-to-day in the life of" kinda show, and it's still on YouTube as a a pilot broken up into short segments. Were there high expectations that this was gonna get picked up, or was it always a longshot?

I know that I didn’t have high hopes for it, as the production side was cheap and the advertisement and marketing was left solely to the cast members who already had all their own full-time jobs.

That sucks! I loved the pilot, though. You and Betty were the nice, normal ones!

Well, contrary to popular belief, we actually are the nice and normal ones.

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I actually first encountered you when you had a show at the old Boots & Saddle... at the time I'd seen very few queens who were pretty and funny on the mic, and could also sing really well.

Yeah, I guess I am all those things. It’s a set of skills that’s taken me all over the globe. And I haven’t even been on the reality show yet.

And you were schooled in all the above before you started drag?

Those are all things that require training. I’ve always been an artist, and been in theatre my whole life. Also, painting and drawing my whole life. I was put into dance at five years-old and voice at eight. The humor came from decades of fending off assholes and sharpening my wit to disarm them (as is the same with most comedians).

Did it ever occur to you when you started showing up in bars as a young queen that you’d soon be utilizing all these skills as a queen?

It was never my intention to become a career drag queen, but I have a honed skill set that comes in sync well with the job requirements.

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Like you said, being multi-talented and multifaceted has made you a desirable performer on the international stage. Throughout the year you are mostly in Europe, usually Mykonos or Berlin. Was the culture shock of these long overseas residencies a lot to deal with at first?

Oh man, yes it’s a lot to deal with: try doing drag in Sri Lanka, New York, and the Swiss Alps all in three weeks. Different cultures have different ideas of drag -- and so it’s an evolution, really, to try and cope with everyone’s expectations, time zones, altitude, language barriers, and social specifications. It’s a culture shock, yes, but it makes me better equipped in the long run I think. I love my life, and I recognize how lucky I am to live it so deliciously.

Many people would love to do it the way you do! You also have been married for four or five years now (you did the wedding in full geish surrounded by other queens and nightlifers). Is it particularly challenging to balance that aspect of your life with traveling and performing?

Marriage is a challenge, and travelling does put strain on it. My husband misses me a lot, and I know in his perfect world he would have me stop working, and have a home together with kids. That option isn’t off of the playing table, but for now I’m trying to work as hard as I can while I still have a voice and some resemblance of youth left. I’ll stop working when he makes his first 10 million.

That’s fair!

So okay, you're back in New York now for a bit. In fact, you and Pissi Myles will be debuting a new Wednesday night show at Industry Bar called BROADS, which will replace Sherry Vine’s show now that she’s leaving us for the West Coast. Tell us more!

Yes, Pissi and I do have a new show! We both sing and we both do comedy. The audience in NYC is not easy to impress; luckily I’ve been doing it for decades, and Pissi for quite a while now. I think we will have to pull out all the stops, honestly. Industry on Wednesdays is a good time slot; I’m super excited to work with a staff and in a place I like so much!

Anything else coming up for you here in NYC?

I have some secret projects in NYC to unveil this winter/spring, ‘cause I think it’s time for a shakeup. These bitches have had it easy for far too long in my absence. I’m back, and I’m gonna fuck shit up.

Gag! We can’t wait! Okay, last question: if you could relive any one drag moment or performance from your career, what would it be? Fuck, that’s a tough one. I’ve worked with so many queens in so many places.

One year for Pride here in NYC, I had been working at Stonewall all day and at night, and then I had to go announce Olivia Newton-John at a circuit party. By the time I got off the ferry to Governors Island my feet were bleeding, my face was sweaty, and the wind trying to steal my hair. I decided to get wasted at the bar, and before I knew it Brandon Voss was screaming at me to get my ass onstage. He threw me the mic and I ran onto the stage the moment the music stopped.

All of the sudden it all rushed into me: the heat of the day, the beautiful view of the city in the damp summer air, the whiskey newly coursing through my blood, the silence of 10,000 New Yorkers looking at me onstage. It was like time stopped just for that one second... like every cab hit a red light, every subway car arrived at the station, every wave on the harbor ceased to make noise, every mosquito sat quietly. Even Olivia Newton-John had held her breath for me, this sweat-drenched cross dresser. I steadied myself and announced her. When I said her name, the crowd roared in gay delight. She went onstage and sang disco, and we all danced under the moon.

That, and the time Bianca interrupted my wedding telling my husband that I was a monster and our marriage would be a nightmare.

Or the time Sherry Vine and I had a threesome with her ex-boyfriend.

Or sitting on Leonardo DiCaprio’s lap at The Box.

A storied life indeed! Thanks Epiphany... welcome back, and again Happy New Year!

Epiphany hosts “BROADS” at Industry with Pissi Myles on Wednesdays (midnight). Check Thotyssey’s calendar for other scheduled gigs, and follow Epiphany on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter.

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hellosophrosyne · 6 years

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2017 recap

6/2/2018

Fun fact: I used to be very active and present with myself in the sense that I would journal quite often on a blog. My form of therapy. And one of my absolute faaavorite things to do in the beginning of each year was to recap each month of the year that had just past just so I would always remember what the heck I got myself into someday when I’m old and trying to remember my life.

I haven’t done a recap in YEARS, but I still kept my makeshift calendar/planner that I used in 2017, even though it’s already halfway through 2018 already. I think I kept it so I could try and recap it on here sometime when I could... & I guess that time is now, so...

(it’s currently 2AM, I just said goodnight to you on ftime, so here i gooo)

JANUARY

January looks like it was a boring month by the look of how little I wrote on here. I think I was depressed still. From failing my boards in October 2016. I had rescheduled my retake for the NCLEX on February 8, 2017. All I have written down is checkboxes of “150″ as a reminder that I should do at least 150 practice questions before going to sleep. But whoa, looks like I happened to go to my little’s installs this month too. Feels like that was ages ago. I can’t believe my old ass actually crossed a little sis even though it was years later. It’s too bad the chapter died, and I wish we were closer. Our age gap plays a big factor, but I’m glad I met someone like her.

FEBRUARY

February 8th- I retook the NCLEX. Most stressful day ever. Thank god I actually have a youtube video commemorating that entire day. I remember eating lunch with Sarah after and just crying because I did the hack into the site to see if I could get the results early and it looked as if I actually passed. Even though it was still uncertain, I had some peace of mind.. and found out I officially passed 2 days later at 6AM when my mom came barging in to show me my name on the official boards website. I remember I was sooo into yoga during this month. I thought it really helped. I was gaining all this flexibility, finding a sense of peace within my body partnered with daily practicing of meditation. Like damn, I need to incorporate that kinda stuff in my life right NOW. I went to Bear Valley to check out the snow. Got to ride in my first snow mobile kinda thing... I would totally do it again. I tried AcroYoga with Jessy, first and only time. I kinda wanna try another class again. I got invited by an old high school friend to go see the FIreFall at Yosemite. Such a crazy experience, getting to wait around with hundreds of photographers just for one opportune moment where the waterfall looked like it caught fire just for 3 minutes. At this time too, I was heading to SF a lot to have dinner with everyone I could. Still working at the job that I hated, training to be supervisor. I think this was the month they tried to screw me over too, trying to make me do things I was never trained to do.

MARCH

My 23rd birthday month. This month felt freeing. I started applying to anywhere and everywhere. Had dinner with Freda (my therapist friend) (i have to document whenever I see her because i feel like i never see her), started planning my Havasupai trip with the girls (Jessy, Veronica, Britney, Sherry, Amanda). Getting fitted for backpacking backpacks, buying backpacking gear... SHIT BE EXPEEENSIVE. For my birthday weekend, me, Jessy and Veronica headed to LA and got to spend the entire time just being gluttonous, going to disneyland, being housed by Johnny Ta. Never felt so carefreee and wreckless with my money. and whoa, I just remembered now.. i was STILL vegan at this time! We went to this $$$ vegan sushi place.. had vegan take out.. dude my friends are so cool to have gone through 2 years of dealing with my lifestyle choices hahaha.

APRIL

I started my BSN online school this month. Had 2 interviews and got both jobs. Got the job at DMC and right after I got the OK that I got accepted, I QUIT THAT B-ass job and vowed to go a little bit crazy and treat myself to 4 months of doing whatever the F I wanted (they told me my start date would be in July). It was Tien’s birthday, and he wanted to go to Pismo so we did. He rented out this hugeass house and we had a house full of 20 people but somehow we all still had beds. Me and veronica sand dune buggied for the first time and stayed safe while everyone else was being wreckless AF. Went to Fresno for my baby niece’s birthday. Hiked mission peak. Went to Hometown heroes for the first time. Went to the outlets with Jayne. And wtf.. it says here on my calendar I went to Vegas??? Wuuut. With who LOL.

---- ok so i had to reupload snapchat to my phone just to see if I had documented it in any way. AND I DID. This vegas trip was supposed to be celebrating one of the newer girls’ birthdays, but me, kat, and tiahs flight got delayed for days so we ended up going to that club. The club where I saw YOU for the first time in 5ever and realized that hey, you are one cutie. But I didn’t think much of it then, just that I remembered you were the first guy I recognized as cute for the first time in what seemed like forever at that time. So long since I had found anyone cute that it was something I HAD to document and tell my girlfriends about because it had felt like such a huge milestone. That I was finding some attraction to someone physically for the first time in years. Maybe that’s why I was so drawn to you in the first place, when I saw your snapchat pop up just a few weeks later. (but too bad you didn’t feel the same about meeee that night lololol)

MAY

What a fun month. My big bro took me to True food Kitchen where we had the BEST vegan flan, it was insane. We have to try it if we ever go. I went to Utah/Arizona with my parents for 2 weeks. Saw the ‘seven magic mtns’ in vegas, went to see a LOT of red rock, hiked my first water hike into a canyon (kanarraville falls), went 4wheel driving into a desolute absolute no service area to a place called White Pocket which was absolutely beautiful. Saw horseshoe bend, went to grand staircase-escalante for the coolest canyon hike I’ve ever attempted where you have to squeeze through the small canyon walls (remind me to show my snap story from this day to you someday), hiked to see waterfalls. Damn looking back.. I was pretty active this month. In just one week after coming back from Utah, only had to head out again to Havasupai with the girls. We flew into vegas, got our rental van, drove it to Arizona, slept in the van (but i couldn’t). Woke up at 3-4am to start our hike into the Indian reservation. Made it to the campsite at noon (after taking a faaatass 3 hr break at the village). Saw the most beautiful waterfalls I’ve ever seen in my life. Hiked back, drove to horse shoe bend, saw antelope canyon, then trekked it back to vegas to have the most amazing “last hoorah” if you may call it that. Because not only was it my last trip in vegas to document to this day, but it was the best because it was 100% free and we had complimentary tables and bottle service the entire damn weekend. It was also the time your name finally popped up on my snap. I added you, but you never got to see my last day in vegas snaps go through LOL. Good thing though, you woulda just seen a bunch of bad singing to loud alesso songs. Straight after this weekend, I had Lemonade for the first time with Arielle (what an expensive ass place LOL). Jeez what a jam packed month. I can’t believe that was literally just a year ago.

JUNE

~~~~ exciting things start to happen

June was the month when we started texting. I planned my whole solo LA trip to see the Kingdom Hearts Orchestra, and I remember I was texting you the entire time. JUNE 17 [i marked it in my calender] was our first lunch/ idk date at the korean place. Ugh so crazy, it’s SO SO crazy that here I am writing this post on June 2, 2018, when our first real interaction was just 11 months and 2 weeks ago. Time flies. What a successful first meal together. I remember being so nervous because I didn’t want to scare you off by the fact that I didn’t eat meat and that I was barely starting to eat fish again (in preparation for Hawaii). We had the most amazing lunch partnered with no phones, just plain conversation. It was seriously just so nice. and so innocent. I knew at that moment that I was in dangerous waters, feeling so attracted to you and not knowing how to deal with these new emotions I haven’t felt in so long. But I was accepting and ready for whatever was to come.

I ended up going to Hawaii for 2 weeks (Kauai|Oahu). We were playing loads of phone tag here. I feel like both of us were drinking, trying to build up liquid courage and give us a reason to talk late at night on the phone. I remember you texted me once this month too something like “so why doesn’t someone like you have a boyfriend?” :p Ugh, it makes me smile just thinking of how we were when we were just barely starting.

JULY

I went to my classmate Sarah’s wedding. I think at this time I was already smitten by you and our random phone calls here and there. JULY 11 ~~ (again written on my planner) was our ICHI date. I personally didn’t know what to expect from this, if it was a date or not. When you put your arm around me when walking to that ice cream place (smitten?), to us awkwardly trying to cozy up at your house watching those movies. Me being an alcoholic just tryna BRING SOME LIQUID COURAGE into our lives. HAHA do you remember how you wouldn’t kiss me after I *ahem*? Ohhhhh how times have changed.

Because of how well this date went, (and how we both knew you were leaving so soon already to socal), we halfhazardly made a new date on July 15, to go to Land’s End. I remember all I wanted to do was just see you again. Confirm if that night was just a fluke or if there really was something there. I didn’t plan to stay that night..... but I did. And there we went, kissing for hours and hours until I had to go. (can you believe I went to 6flags the following day, i was fucking crazy man). You officially moved to Anaheim shortly after this... I wasn’t sure when the next time I would see you next (IF I would even see you again). But I’m so sosooo happy we remained in contact, probably even stronger than ever, with late night calls, constant texting. I went to the John Mayer concert with my big bro at the end of this month and I remember I just could not stop talking about you or to Johnny Ta about you (since he came up for the concert as well). I was soooooo sprung (i still am soooo sprung babe). Talking with you was so exciting. I feel like my personality had been brightening up with each passing day we got to know each other more.

AUGUST

I don’t know how it happened, but I decided I was going to drive to see you that one fateful weekend (August 12-15). I had already started my job just 2 weeks prior, but already I wanted to drive down to see this guy I went on 3 dates with? Ugh. I am SO glad I did. I remember feeling so uncertain if things were gonna pick up from where they left off.. if things were going to be awkward.. if we were going to be “fuckbuddies” or something more. I needed moral support, so I made plans to see Veronica that first day I came. We ate at EMC, went to the OC fair, then headed to the packing house to drink a little at kettle bar. Met up with Blake and then you finally showed up and man, what. a. whirlwind. of a night. Headsup, drinking, lots of snowboarding, you attacking my neck/face while I was trying to brush my teeth... I remember specificially at THIS moment, I felt like we were already SO comfortable with each other. Everything just flowed so easily. From the way we kissed, to the way we brushed teeth next to each other, from the way we slept together (for the first time), to the way we cuddled in bed. It felt SO natural for me. (I wonder how it felt for you). I felt like it was such a big deal too... everyoneeee knew my business at this time. I feel like every single one of my friends became such huge supporters of me “putting myself out there” after I had been solitary and avoiding all men for so long. I had created such a persona for myself that even blake and veronica the following morning thought that we didn’t even do it. Which was fine with me (although down there I was a little bit dying already. felt like I had lost my vcard all over again tbh). Waited for you to get off, and you took me to Tanakaya for the first time. Then we headed to the 626 night market. Went home and drank whooo knows what that night that we had to go get pho the following morning and brodards to top it all off. Remember waiting in line for hours for that .86 cent coffee? We ended up taking a nap then going to Laguna Beach before deciding to go to Kang Hodong for the vurry first time. Damn, all these lowkey traditions were formed just from this first weekend together, now that I’m reflecting on it all. The next day was when I had to leave... we had tanakaya (AGAIN), then I had to head back home :’(. And I remember feeling so... sad. I realized I felt so so excited and full of happiness being with you.

But crazy enough, you came to visit me in Modesto literally less than a week later. I was wearing my Burgundy scrubs, we went to get Crown Royal.. I’m sure you remember how the rest of night goes. Damn we were all up on that yayyy this whole beginning of our relationship LOL.

Then literally 5 days later on August 25, I came to see you in SJ, got hyped up on too much black coffee, watched HIMYM, met your parents, ate at sushi confidential.. We already seemed to have done so much in so little time, but I wasn’t complaining. Even though we werent official, or even had the talk of wondering what we were, all I knew is that I just needed to keep seeing you, and I didn’t care how.

SEPTEMBER

SEPTEMBER 3 ~~ aka labor day weekend, another 4 days I had off work. I had Guads for the first time! Chilaquiles. I think this weekend was when I literally had to study for my EKG test. I tried 1/2 of my first sweetbird sandwich. Went to that one vietnamese place MY’s kitchen with Hieu, David, and Michael. Had my first Michelada and was like whoooa, this beer is meant for my taste buds.

I tried out the wine bar here in modesto based off Yosemite with Cassandra. Such a cute place, I would totally take you here someday.

This was a pretty jam packed month at work for me. I had tons of tests going on and all I wanted to do was be finished with it because I wanted to see you again.

SEPTEMBER 29 ~ I flew down to SD to get picked up by veronica to head to LA. We were housed again by Johnny Ta after we hiked up this “wisdom tree trail” and saw the psychic who told me that me and you are soulmates. Even though I knew I was taking this time to bond with my friends, you were the only thing that consumed my mind. I just wanted to talk to you, be with you, call you to hear your voice.

OCTOBER

OCTOBER 1-3 ~~ Veronica drove me to fatty tuna and you ENTRUSTED ME WITH YOUR CAR for the first time. The next day, we tried Meiji Seimen before going to the Botanical Gardens and going to Newport Beach. Interesting enough, I don’t have many pictures of this weekend... so I can’t remember much of what we did. But this trend of us drinking a lot LOL jeeeezzuhs. This was a very very short trip, but I was so happy I got to see you. EVEN THOUGH I already made plans to see you just a week later.

OCTOBER 8-12 ~ we went to Sun Non Dang with Drew and Wonnie(?) for that galbi jim that i wanna try ohhhh so bad again. After, we went to Puzzle Bar where I met Kevin. This was a weekend where you were starting to work a lot a lot at sweetbird so we really didn’t have too much time together. It was also when that huge fire happened in the hills that caused that apocolyptic looking sky when I went to have orange roll sushi during one of your lunch breaks. (we went to try out that indian place the next day too and tanakaya for dinner). Although we didn’t get to spend a real day together this trip, it really was everything to be there for you to come home to. We WERENT EVEN OFFICIAL HERE YET, but I felt like we had something real.

OCTOBER 20 <33333 ~ was our planned staycation in san mateo. the time where you slept in through your alarms and missed your morning flight :p. We had brunch with your mom, headed to burlingame, went to eat at b street & vine, and i asked you out with a card I made. #makinmoves

This day was fulll of wonddderrrrful lovemakin, ugh. The couch...the table..the king sized bed... the blackout curtains. We had shabu before I had to say goodbye :(

NOVEMBER

My calender says I visited you Nov 1-6, but I don’t have any recollection of what we did :c. Maybe someday I’ll go through my harddrive and try to find out...

I went to Napa with Jessy this mid November! We had the BEST pasta I’ve ever had in my life (MUST TAKE YOU), so much wine. i trimmed my hair for the first time in 3 years. I randomly got my car November 17 out of necessity from my truck tires being unreliable.

I went to visit you Nov 19-22 (again another trip I don’t have any pics from rn...) and we flew back together Wednesday morning! I think this is when I watched stranger things season 2 at your parents house, we went out with the guys, and the next morning was thanksgiving (when I had to work) and we had that amaaazing *** in the bathroom hehe. Right before eating at that vietnamese hotpot place. I had to say goodbye to you yet again... i sang to you that eric bellinger song (what you want). I knew I was going to see you literally a week later, so I was excited. Just had to work 5 days and I knew I would be with you again.

DECEMBER

This was my first 8 day trip visiting you and it was JAM. PACKED. This was when we made an LA trip to go see Museum of Ice cream, LACMA, went to the counter for the beyond burger. The fail to see the sunset at griffith observatory. Disneyland with Jayne/JJ, Anny and her boo. The day after disneyland, you had work until dinnertime where we went to NANA SAN, and had omakase with jj and jayne. Again, I think Im gonna have to go through my harddrive and see what other pictures I may possibly have to remind me more about this weekend, but it’s all a little bit hazy for me right now.

Jessy’s bday was this month. Ate at her workplace Kokkari, saw the christmas tree at union square.

I went to visit you Dec 17-20, you gifted me the calpak that I use now everyyyyytime I travel thank you baby. We also ate at sushi confidential with Vanessa. (THIS WAS ALSO THE TIME I WAS STARTING TO GET SICK AND I WAS SICK THAT ENTIRE DAY CUS OF THOSE HOT CHEETO CURDS)

I worked for days in a row but had christmas off, which was when I came to visit you and your family. Had dinner at your aunt/uncles place. The next day you made ratatouile and we had taco night at your house. And boy was I sick.... This was probably the fastest sickness I had ever experienced surprisingly. Typically, I will cough for weeks... but idk, maybe you just took care of me well :)

I then had to say bye to you just for a couple more days before getting to visit you just in time for our first NEW YEARS EVE!

AND THAT, is my 2017 recap. Going through it now, I can only see how much of an impact you have had in my life right from the very very start when we first “met.” I am so happy to have met you and I can’t believe how lucky I am to be cared for and loved by somebody so amazing as you.

I have so much more to say, and so much more love to give, but i started writing this at 2, and it is now 350AM, T__T.

I am gonna try to head to sleep now, I can’t wait to hear your voice in the morning. I LOVE YOU OTTER. You’re seriously the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

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We finally got there guys – and not without a few notable setbacks. But that might be why it feels extra good to finally say: the duplex is officially demo’d! And today we’re going to show you around (in photos and even on video) and share some of our plans for this beast.

We learned from doing the pink house that when a house has this much moisture damage, it’s best to take all of the walls down so there’s no mystery about what kind of mold/decay/structural issues are lurking back there. And considering the duplex already had several troubling spots that were blatantly obvious before demo (see the black mold spots on that side wall and that ceiling caving in from moisture damage?), we knew a full gut job was the prudent first step here. Spoiler: we also found lots of bad framing, bad wiring, bad plumbing, and even a few squirrels nests within the walls and even the HVAC system itself, which was an especially nutty discovery. Get it? Squirrels? Nuts? I’ll pause for laughter.

The photo above is the living room on the LEFT side of the duplex (you can see more before photos in our original duplex tour) And below is what that room is looking like now. The hardwood floors look extra dusty at the moment, but they should clean up just as nicely as the ones at the pink house. And on that day I’ll dance on them like no one is watching.

Jumping over to the other side of the duplex, this was the living room on the RIGHT side when we bought it… which appeared to have slightly less water issues and mold.

…and here’s the same shot after demo. We lost some walls, but gained some ladders apparently. And we discovered some pretty impressive rot spots on that right-hand wall, along with some framing that will need to be reinforced in the name of safety. No squirrels living on this side though.

And one last “before and after” comparison before we move on to floor planning. Here’s a shot of the kitchen on the right side, which was located in a side porch that was enclosed at some point. Fun fact: if you listen to the podcast, this is the area where water started gushing out of the walls when we turned on the water meter. But this photo is from before that happened, so the discolored/rotten spots on the floor came with the house.

This is the same area after demo, where you can see some of the crazy, not-at-all-to-code structural stuff that was lurking behind those old walls. It looks kinda like someone built that back wall out of scrap wood they had laying around, so it’s a miracle it was staying up at all!

We have more photos for you, but the best way to get the full tour is through the video below (or here on YouTube), where Sherry points out a lot of the floor plan changes we’re considering, along with some strange things that were uncovered during demo. We’re going to do a follow-up post with an actual floor plan soon, but we’re still finalizing a couple of things.

For anyone who who doesn’t have time to watch the video at the moment, I’d definitely recommend coming back to watch it (a video tour is worth a thousand words and pics) but here’s some of what’s covered.

One update we’re excited about is opening up the entryway on each side, so that the stairs are a lot less closed off. We’re going to take that wall back several studs so that the side of the stairs are more open, so they become more connected to the living room and less of a dark, narrow vestibule.

To give you a better idea, here’s the view from within the living room. Don’t quote me on exactly how far back the wall will be opened, but that yellow line gives you a sense of the new opening we’re aiming for (and I added a white line to show where a railing would go). You know, something like this inspiration picture.

Another big functional change downstairs is that we’ll be adding a powder room/half bathroom. Originally both sides just had one full bathroom upstairs, assuming you don’t count the random toilet by the back door on the right side (it wasn’t behind a door or anything, it just kinda sat a few steps from the kitchen sink!). So we’re turning the former closet under the stairs into a half bathroom with a proper sink, toilet, and even a door. Imagine that!

The only other doorway we’re widening (in addition to the side-wall-of-the-stairs that we mentioned above) is between the living room and what will become the kitchen, which we believe was previously used as a dining space. We’re going to put the dining table at the far end of the living room instead, meaning we can create a larger and more spacious kitchen in that back room. And the wider doorway (which I’ve marked below in yellow) will help it to feel less closed off and more light-filled.

For the kitchen itself, we’re planning to put the sink across that back wall under the window (we’ll be switching out that window with a slightly less long one so cabinets can pass below it) and then we plan to continue the cabinetry along the entire right kitchen wall, where we’ll also put the stove and fridge. And yes, we’re psyched to have found that brick chimney behind the walls and plan to keep it exposed!

Like the yellow kitchen you saw above, here’s the original galley-style kitchen on the left side, in all of its orange glory. And true to form, it was also shoved into what used to be a former side porch.

Here’s what it’s looking like now, which we’re planning to use as a multi-functional space to house the washer and dryer, more cabinetry (think: pantry), and even a small mudroom area since it leads to the back door where the outdoor shower will be.

Just like on the other side, the framing in this section is crazy (you’ll see it better in the video – the studs are oriented the wrong way!) so there’s a chance it will have to be completely rebuilt from scratch. But it’s not like we haven’t already been there and done that with the pink house!

All of the changes I’m describing will be the same on both sides, so I won’t bother going through it twice, but before we move upstairs, I just have to share this one last view we took downstairs on our last visit. This is standing in the left side’s kitchen, looking into the right side. In a few months we won’t be able to see from one side into the other anymore, so we’re relishing views like this while we can. It’s so crazy looking!

Upstairs is kinda confusing to explain, but the main things to take away from this picture is that 1) we’re standing in the front of the house (the front bedroom on the left side) looking towards the back and 2) the bathroom was really disproportionately sized (so long that you could practically put a 5 x 7′ area rug in the middle of it and not touch the shower or the toilet/sink!). So we’re going to steal some of that wasted bathroom space (see the yellow line) to create a small third sleeping nook, sort of in the spirit of the pink house’s bunk room. It won’t be exactly the same (and we’re not certain we’ll do bunks again) but it will create some much needed bonus sleeping space, which is always nice in a vacation house.

The other thing you can see in some of these upstairs photos is just how shallow the roof is. See how there’s basically NO attic up there? Yes, those sloped beams that you see behind the ceiling joists are the actual roof supports! Just a few inches above the ceiling! That’s why we’ve been hankering to increase the pitch as much as possible so that we can try to sneak our upstairs HVAC system up there somewhere – and so when it rains the slope of the roof is a lot more conducive to avoiding leaks thanks to adequate water shedding. Thank goodness the Historic Review Board approved the change to make that happen!

The front bedroom is staying relatively the same layout-wise, but the other notable change in the upstairs is the back bedroom. It used to look like this, with that window overlooking the backyard. But we’re turning that window into a door that will lead to a very small addition to the top floor: another full bathroom.

The downstairs footprint of this house already has a little bump out on the back right there (it’s the area in the future mudroom/pantry/laundry room that leads to the back door) so we’re essentially just continuing that bump out upstairs too. It will give this bedroom an en suite bathroom AND bring both sides from just 1 bathroom to 2.5 bathrooms total. Plus, we already have approval from the Historic Review Board to add that tiny addition along with a new window between the chimney and the old window (which, again, is becoming the bathroom door) so we won’t lose any light in the bedroom. Victory!

Here’s another one of those shots looking through both sides of the house (from the back bedroom on the left side into the one on the right). Again, we’re planning to keep the brick exposed on each side. And fun fact number two: we discovered after demolition that this chimney TWISTS. Notice how it’s angled in the photo below? Scroll up to the kitchen photos and you’ll see that it’s parallel to the walls downstairs. So strange, right? It does this twisting between floors, but you can see it from the kitchen when you look up now that things are demo’d.

Speaking of strange, I still can’t get over how weird it is to see these two mirrored floorplans open to one another – especially where they meet at the stairs. It feels like the moment when American Lindsay Lohan meets the British Lindsay Lohan at summer camp in the Parent Trap and they realize they’ve had a twin all along.

Pretty exciting stuff, eh? Also, I clearly need to work on my squirrel jokes. But in the meantime remember that the video walk-through that we included earlier in this post has a lot more details about the floor plan that we’re leaning towards (along with generally being a lot more orienting than photos can be by nature). So be sure to watch that for more info and priceless quotes like “I don’t think that’s actually pee in there…” There’s a reason why our kids call this the smelly house, but hopefully not for long!

P.S. For more duplex background, here’s our podcast about buying it (complete with how much we paid), a post with a full before tour (pics AND video), and a podcast about some setbacks that popped up before we could even start renovations (and then a post about some additional bad news that made us feel extra rage-y). And here’s a podcast about the loophole we found that made demo possible, which gets us to today’s demo pics & video tour. Quite the journey already.

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