if you are a parent, or may become one, or you are otherwise likely to arrive in the situation of caring for a child while they eat, promise me this: if a child doesn't like a certain food or food group, you will ask them WHY. and specifically, you will pay attention to either confirming or ruling out "it makes my mouth itch" or "it makes my stomach hurt," both of which are medically important info that children may not provide unprompted. which i know because this PSA has been brought to you by "i spent my entire childhood and much of my early teens eating peas and lentils while wondering why everyone else liked the Violently Itchy Mouth Sensation so much, like were they a bunch of legume masochists or something, before i finally realized that Violently Itchy Mouth Sensation was in fact a sinister demon appearing only to me, and her true demonic name was: Legume Allergy"
Today I wanted to talk about Marlow Trottie. Marlow was a 35 year old Black woman living in Louisiana, whose friends and family described as always having "a smile on her face" and as being "literally the sweetest person I’ve ever met!”, according to Them news' Quispe López.
Marlow Trottie was killed on June 8th 2026. She was found dead, alone, in the streets of Alexandria, Louisiana. It was a homicide.
Marlow Trottie was a woman. Her family has contested this, and publicly misgendered her, and many news sites have already deadnamed and misgendered her as well. I fear what her obituary will say. I fear what her gravestone will say even more.
She joins a growing list of other trans women who have been killed simply for existing. Again from Them news, that list now numbers 11 women from the past 3 months alone.
Are you dating anyone, Sarge? A lot of our boys are seeing someone on the down low, you know what I'm saying? Are you? I can't. Unless you start dating. I can't wreck the chain of command. I feel no need for it. Is it because you couldn't find the right person?"
Pairing: Tyriq Withers x Black plus-size female reader
Warnings: 🔞,angst, praise kink, fingering, negative self-talk,Oral sex
Plot: y/n, a top actress, tries to ghost Tyriq after photos of them on a date surface, and the public doesn’t react to them very well. Tyriq doesn't like being ghosted, especially by you.
Word count: 3,103
Hey, you guys, here's another story. I’m on break now, so I’ve been writing more for fun. I hope y'all enjoy it. I made this story because I think about plus-size representation a lot and how there’s a lack of it in Hollywood. I also made this story because, sadly, plus-size bodies are controversial and are not stereotypically desirable, and I hate that. To all my plus-size baddies fuck anybody who can’t love you in your entirety and out loud 💕💕💕
What do you mean, the photos were leaked! I yelled in astonishment in my room. "Y/N it's okay if we get ahead of this," my manager said at the end of the phone. Her tone was calm. But I was panicking, spiraling even, "how are we gonna get in front of this?" I look at the video and photos as it hits the shade room and Twitter, him helping me off a boat, his strong arms around my waist, while I have a happy expression, joy filling my eyes, while
Looking at the man whose face wasn't to the camera. Okay, this isn't that bad from behind; this could be anybody trying to give myself some hope. I swiped to the next photo of me in a well-fitted dress, showing off all my good and bad curves, smiling at the waiter as they served us in a secluded restaurant. Unlike the other photo, which only showed my face and not his, my eyes now have a glimmer of happiness in this photo. He sits beside me, his light brown skin beaming in the candlelight that illuminates the table, his hazel eyes fixed on me with a content look as he wraps his arms around my shoulder.
It was such a happy moment, but now it was full of anxiety. There was quietness and astonishment in my room as I kept reviewing the photos. "Y/N, it's okay if we get ahead of this," my manager said again at the end of the phone. Her tone was calm. All I could hear was my heartbeat as she repeated the words to me, "How are we gonna get in front of this?" Swiping to the last photo.
I felt my heart drop to my stomach as I swipe to the next slide, which shows me and him in a pool. I was on top of him; you could see his back was facing the camera, but everybody knew that his light, signature low-cut hair which was everywhere right now. His back muscles flex as they hold me while I'm making out with him, my hair wet from being in the pool, along with the rest of my body, as my hands, soaked from the water, are on the back of his neck, while
My lips were on his, kissing him passionately. The video is quick, and it cuts short, but it's still enough to cause damage. "I'm the last person they expect him to be with," I said, my voice cracking, already knowing the hate I would receive from being with Tyriq Withers. I was an actress who was critically acclaimed in my own right, and I also modeled for Vogue and Bizarre and walked on runways. I was still a plus-size actress and model. I know I don't fit society's beauty standards. I had to fight barriers to break them, and now I was seen with Hollywood's new "it" boy.
Misshimothy: He must not have a type cause..
Dvibez: I'm sorry, but it’s giving PR Stunt
Too_muchtea: it's a choice for sure
Wifeymateial: You all love to lie, because this doesn't make sense.
My eyes start to water. I can't believe this is happening to me and Tyriq. We have a movie coming out, and we're both the leads; it's a rom-com. When we started doing press, it garnered a lot of attention. People enjoyed us together; they loved how witty we were and how our energy blended well. Many people described us as great friends and cast mates. You saw the feedback from supporters of the movies, your fans, and Tyriq fans, which gave you confidence that maybe you and him could go public officially, but to see the shift the public is taking in response to the leaked photos. That relaity seems like a disorted dream a fantasy that you made in your head. "give me until the moring' my manger said I could hear the panick in her voice. "dont respond to any comments or post anything okay" she said trying to make sure I was still listening . I rolled my eyes "fine, we both know that there will be think pieces, on tiktok in about thirty minutes and a debate striked on twitter within a hour" I said feeling the fustration in my body as a hung up on her. It's one thing to have a secret relationship; it's another to have a secret relationship with multiple layers. I can hear the rumors now. I was being kept a secret; he didn't like me, he was rumored to be with Victoria's Secret models, so why would he be with me ? The issue is that it's hard for society to see black plus-size women being loved, especially when it's someone that they don't imagine as their equal. I felt my body start to go numb, and my eyes began to blur as the tears rolled down my cheeks. My body collided with my bed as I began to cry harder on my pillow. I felt my body become tired as I fell asleep.
Buzz Buzz buzz, I woke up to a vibration from my phone, and grabbed it. I waited for my eyes to focus on the screen. My eyes felt swollen from crying, and I was still feeling heavy emotions. I saw the clock at 10:15 AM. I received over a thousand notifications from Instagram, Twitter, and TikTok. I knew opening those right now would be the worst thing for my sanity. Text messages, phone calls from my manager, co-stars, and family. The Only name that stood out to me was Tyriq, trying to call me, my phone showing 15+ messages and calls from Tyriq
Voicemail from Tyriq: “Hey, baby, pick up so we can discuss the photos...ignore the comments. I love you. Call me back.”
Voicemail from Tyriq: “Y/N, pick up the phone. Are you sleeping? I talked to your manager, and she said you saw the photos. Why can I contact your manager more quickly than my girl?”
Voicemail from Tyriq: “Y/N ignore the comments, it's the fucking internet trolls, baby, pick up the phone, please”
Voicemail from Tyriq: “So, what are you ignoring me now? Ghosting me? You're not picking up the phone. Seven months, and you wanna just say fuck it, not even talk to me, are you deadass?”
Every voicemail he left sounded hurt, confused, upset, and even worried. Hearing his voice made me feel my heart pang. Maybe it’ll be easy if we stop dating. I looked at the last voicemail he left at 1:35 AM
Voicemail from Tyriq: “My flight should be landing by 9:45 AM. You can talk and I’ll listen or vice versa, but you not finna ignore me” *click*
His voice sounded tired, upset. The way he said those words, I knew he wanted a conversation, and I couldn’t run from it. Before I could register all this information, I heard a knock at my door. Knowing who it was, I quickly threw on a hoodie to cover my body, as I was only in a tank top and panties. The knocking intensified as I got to the door. “I know you’re in there. Your car is still out front”. I could hear Tyriq knocking at the door. He sounded so tired and worried that part of me feels guilty for stressing him out like this. I went to unlock the door. Once I opened it, it revealed a tired man, Tyriq, who had a large duffel bag on his arm that he was clutching tightly. His face was flushed. His eyes were heavy, probably from an overnight flight to my home. He wore a simple white T-shirt, sweatpants, and slides. His hazel eyes were dark as they looked at me; they had so much hurt, anger, and disbelief. “You're gonna let me in,” he said.
I was now sitting on my unmade bed, avoiding eye contact with Tyriq, who was standing in the door frame. I could tell he was angry, but was trying to keep his patience . “Do you wanna go first or want me to?” He said his voice held so much authority as he looked at me. Unlike me, he wasn’t trying to escape the situation, making me feel worse. I didn’t know what to say, so I just kept quiet. They’re just pictures. He said I could feel his stare beaming onto me, trying to figure out what I was thinking or going through. “It wasn’t wild; it was just us on a date, and the pool video wasn’t that bad. It could’ve been worse, he said, let’s not forget what happened while we were in the pool”. He let out a chuckle. I looked up at him, my eyes heavy. I felt so many emotions, but the main one was embarrassment. I said slowly, “You don’t get it”, my tone dry as I tried to seem indifferent. “Tyriq, you're like Hollywood's it boy right now. I don’t want to affect that for you.” My voice was pained as I looked at him. His gaze was intense, his arms crossed as he staggered in the doorway. “bullshit,” he said, his voice tight as his gaze held mine. It was so intense that it made the room feel heavy. “Tyriq,” I said quickly, hearing my voice crack as I stood.
“Let’s face it, I’m not an it girl, I won’t do anything for your image, no one wants that for us,” I said, a tear falling down my eye. As I looked at him, “You're a model,” he said, “It doesn't matter that I’m a model.” I countered his point, hoping he would hear my delusions. “You have three Oscars and one Emmy,” he said, his face red. “Doesn't matter,” I said, half whispering, knowing I was lying to myself. “They want you with someone who looks like a damn Charlie angel, not-“ before I can finish the sentence. “Not what,” he said quickly, his tone strong as he looked at me, his arms uncrossed. He strolled towards me. Giving me his undivided attention made me nervous. I could feel a lump in the back of my throat from frustration.
Tyriq was now tired of me. “How can you sit up here and deny everything you’ve done and are?” He looked at me. “How can you tell me not to like you, not to want you, or that I don’t deserve you? I deserve all of you”. He said his tone was thick as syrup as he looked at me, his shoulders tense. “Don’t let some people on the Internet ruin this”, he said, putting his hands out pointing between us. “They have no clue what this is”, his tone demanding. He says it with urgency; he wasn’t meant to understand what he wanted this to be at that moment. I feel his hand creep up to my neck as he brushes his thumb across my cheek to wipe my tears. Tears I didn’t even know were falling. His other hand grabbed my chin to make me look at him. “I deserve you, and you deserve me,” he whispered before he pulled me into his lips. The kiss was slow and passionate. My hands went to his biceps as I leaned into the kiss.
I felt his arms wrap around my wait as he lifted me and placed me on my bed he kneeled in between my legs removing my tank top and my sweatshirt his lips went from my cheek to my neck in between breast as he went lower on my body cause my shiver he dragged his hands slowly down my body causing anticipation to build in the air I felt his hands pull my panties down “your so beautiful” his said kissing my addomen he looked up me eyes holding sincerity his hands wrapped around my chubby thigh I felt him kiss my inner thigh his lips dragged slowly over the skin his teeth grazing my inner thigh causing me to gasps I could already feel myself becoming wet. “You smell good, " he said, kissing my thigh as he got closer to my core. He placed his soft lips on my other lips, causing me to whisper his name, “Tyriq, please.” I pleaded with him as I grabbed my blanket. “I almost forgot to kiss both lips,” he said, his voice deep. I felt the heat radiate off of him. His tongue went to lick my clits, causing me to moan and your pleasure.
He chuckled to himself and moaned before he placed his tongue inside of me, repeating the motion. My body was reacting naturally. I could feel myself becoming wet. I let out of breath. My hand went to pack his head. I said deeper, causing him to go deeper and suck on my clit. Urging me to feel powerless, powerless is what I felt. I couldn't run or hide, and I knew he liked that. I knew he wanted me to revel in the flaws he loved so much. He added a finger, "I couldn't let this get away from me,” he said as fingers disappeared inside of me, his eyes dark with desire, and his lips wet from me. He was marvling how wet i was for him how my full thighs where shaking and my wide hips were spread for him his eys were glues to me soaking up every movment i made on the bed "i desire you in every way possible' he said his voiced deep his fingers went deeper inside of me and fatser i felt his hand reach up to grab my neck causning me to gasp as i moved my hips subcounsly with his finger i could feel the wetness pooling arond me dripping down my core "i love you' i bte out between the moans "im sorry".
He speed his fingers up "show me your sorry" he said it like it was a comand in a huskyy tone. i could feel myself falling aoart in the best way possible my stomach was stating to tighten "tyriq please" i was crying from the pleasure that was taking over my body tears slid dwn my face i could feel my legs shaking tyrip hand went form my neck down to my stomach rubbing it slowly" look at me' he said cauing me to lock eyes with him his stare was so intense its like he was seeing through me "cum on my fingers and tell me how beatiful you are" his tone deep hazel green eyes was pericing my soul. My body began to jerk from the sensation of him speeding up as he fingered me, “I'm so beautiful,” I said helplessly as I looked into his eyes. I kept saying it into oblivion.
His other hand went to my stomach to my clit as he began to rub it again, causing my body to go into overdrive. I felt myself clench around his fingers. My muscles tightened as I felt myself releasing all over his hands and his sheets. My body, which once was on fire, was now calming down. I felt his fingers leave my core, making me miss the feeling of him there. I took deep breaths as I looked to the ceiling, trying to regain my thoughts. I felt a warm rag wiping me down. I looked at him, cleaning me up, causing my heart to swell. "Tyriq, I love you, and I'm sorry”. I said my tone was soft but meaningful. He picked me up in his arms and looked down at me. "I love you, let's clean you up."
3 Months have passed, and Tyriq is still going strong, and so is the press for this upcoming romcom. Our managers decided that playing into the new lovers' angle, which ironically isn't hard when you're actually in love with your co-star, they thought it would be helpful for the film, and could spark a need conversion on societal beauty standards and how it affects plus-size people when it comes to being deemed desirable or being loved. We're now on the red carpet, cameras flashing in our faces as they take pictures of the star-studded cast, Tyriq, me, and the cast. I was in a classy black gown for the carpet. Interviewers asked us, "How's the puppy phase going?" " Are your real-life relationships similar to the characters in any way?" I talked to multiple interviewers, putting on my best smile and trying to give the best answers; however, I couldn't help but eavesdrop on some of the answers Tyriq would provide.
“Hello Tyriq i loved the film its a great ode to those classic romace movies some are comapring the film to How Harry Meet sally but also other critically acclaimed films like Love Jones” said the interviewer locking in on him and making her stament enthusiastically “my question is your love life has been on the front street latley especially with the negative and cruel comments that have been said about not only you but Y/N do you feel that the remarks affected the way you interact with the film that you two have made." The interviewer extended her mic to Tyriq. He nodded his head in agreement "when i look at her I see a woman who is not only beautiful and talented but someone who I admire and respect, this role was meant for her and I’m grateful to be able to take her home at the end of the day" he said his words with so much sureness flashing the interviewer his million dollar smile.
The movie is now out for the world to see, scoring high on Rotten Tomatoes. It's getting received well and doing amazing at the box office. I felt my phone buzz. I saw it was my manager. I answered the call, " “Y/N, have you seen the comments” said my manager with joy in her voice. “You know I’ve been trying to stay off the internet. I post my pictures and videos and get off of it,” I said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Well, go look at the post you made and the comments,” She said quickly and hung up. I went to the comment section scared and anxious. The post was a dump of pictures featuring Tyriq and me being cuddly on set, as well as other members of the cast and crew, and the photo that was leaked of us on a date.
Netflix commented: We love a winning couple in a winning movie
Jes5writes: Gorgeous girl and her gorgeous man
Y/Nbabesclub: Is the PR stunt in the room with us
Fangirl47: This was one of the best couple reveals in a while, he looks so soft with her love them!
AlwaysTy_ commented: You can tell by the way he's holding her that he's not letting her go anytime soon
Seeing the comments made my heart swell, but whether the public likes our relationship or thinks we look good together, I know I've got somebody who doesn't give a damn, and neither do I.
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