even thought the day didn’t start out perfect, i still managed to bring something along with me that she might enjoy..
there is this special little shop that makes these lil cakes with cheese on top... they aren’t overwhelming with flavor.. BUT just the mere thought of sharing em with someone can make me happy i guess..
and gosh, im not big on sharing but when it comes to it, i’ve shared plenty with tea already.. so..there!!!
this lil treat was not the cheese on top of a tiny cake.. it was only just the beginning..
genre: mutual pining, a lil angst, some mild nsfw if u squint
wc: ~700
warnings: f!reader, doctor/patient, cheating, mention of unhappy marriage & unwanted pregnancy, mild spiciness but no actual s3x
⍋⋆*❅｡. 25 days of fic-mas mlist .｡❅*⋆⍋
heart, stop racing
let’s face it, making mistakes like this
will make worse what was already pretty bad
──bad idea; waitress (music & lyrics by sara bareilles)
you can practically hear your heart pounding in your ears as you gaze back at the brown eyes fixed on you, burning with intensity.
you’re not sure how you ended up in a situation like this. it isn’t like you planned any of it. you didn’t plan on getting stuck with a shitty husband, or him getting you pregnant, but here you are: stuck with a man you don’t love and the crushing responsibility of having a new life growing inside you. but what you definitely didn’t plan on was being face to face with your beautiful, kind, silver-haired, already married obstetrician after one of the most breathtaking, electrifying kisses you’ve had in years.
“this is a bad idea,” you strain, trying to find your composure.
“i know, i totally agree,” sugawara blurts out. he’s also fighting to keep his cool, but the fire in his eyes doesn’t falter a bit as his stare remains firmly on yours. “it’s a bad idea.”
“you have a wife,” you remind him.
“you have a husband,” he repeats, almost like a mantra to himself.
“you’re my doctor,” you tell him - or yourself, you’re not quite sure anymore.
“you’ve got a baby coming,” he adds, tiptoeing over the same uncertainty.
“yeah. it’s a bad idea.”
you’re trying to keep your voice from shaking, but before you even realize it, your eyes are closing as his mouth drifts closer to yours again, warm breath ghosting over your eager lips.
as if you were telepathically linked, realization hits you both at the same time as you pause, holding your breath and forcing your eyes open before turning quickly away from one another. you both know this is a mistake. a mistake that will lead to many other consequences, much worse than whatever hell you’re in now.
“we shouldn’t.”
“yeah,” you reply, stealing a glance back towards him.
he was already looking at you. brown eyes, cloudy with desire, nervously peer over as he wills his mind to stop conjuring images of you, desperate and panting underneath him. he knows you want it too, which makes the impulse even harder to resist.
“i should go,” you squeak. trying to ignore your racing heartbeat, you quickly stride over to your bag, which is sitting on the exam table next to him. at the exact same moment, sugawara goes to busy himself with his clipboard, sitting on the exam table next to you. you both freeze in place, your faces inches apart again as you attempt to reach past each other, eyes burning into each other’s skulls.
god, you want him so bad.
“yup. yeah. bad idea. terrible,” you mutter to yourself as you pry yourself away from his stare, turning to walk towards the door, but unable to take a step.
as soon as your back is to him, his hands are on you like magnets. one finds your waist while the other wraps around you and rests on your ribcage, just below your breast. you can feel his warm, inviting chest pressing up against your back and his breath on your neck, heavier now as you place your hands over his, breathing with him.
“it’s a pretty good bad idea though, don’t you think?” he murmurs into your ear, sending a chill all the way down your spine.
you inhale slowly, your willpower crumbling as you try to remain strong. as desperately as you want to ignore it, being in his arms just feels so right. you want more, you want it so badly it feels like a need — because you do need it. you’ve needed it for a long time: an escape, someone who makes you feel good again.
the desire that’s been pooling in you is about to overflow. you wheel around to face him, shooting a hand out to grip the edge of the exam table for support. your faces are impossibly close
“suga…” you trail off, mustering the courage to look him in the eyes again.
“what is it?” he says softly as your lips hover teasingly close to one another, “tell me what you need.”
when you lock eyes with him again, they are white hot with desire.
“a bad idea.”
a/n: i’m SO excited to kick off this event with a favorite song from a favorite show with a favorite boy !!! this was one of the first songs i thought of for this event, and incidentally, one of the first songs i heard/saw from waitress when it was coming out! i will never forget watching the original cast’s press day performance and getting SO hype - it’s still my favorite video of this number to date, and i went back to it a lot while writing this. so i hope u enjoyed this one lovelies <3 we’ve got a lot more coming atcha this month !!!
It’s been a while since I last posted about our adventures on this blog. But I missed writing about my Lamia family. One that is ready to grow.
Since the time that the Lamia’s have discovered that I’m not exactly human, we have experienced loss, all three ferrets had passed due to their age and illnesses. It was a rough time for us all, Moonstone and Guardian took their passing hard, but I taught them about the human’s poem about Rainbow Bridge and that seemed to help them out.
There was Guardian’s eggtastic find. Having Munchkin as a hatchling had brought a lot of warmth into the household, giving Alpha and Butterscotch a young one to care for as they struggled to produce their own young. Guardian and Moonstone excelled as older siblings, helping where they could. Guardian was especially proud of Munchkin, protecting him and teaching him how to swim in the bathtub. Maybe one day I’ll post pictured.
We’ve even taken on the challenge of adopting a puppy named Eevee. This pup really turned the household around. Wrestling with Alpha and Guardian, providing rides for Moonstone and Munchkin and having cute naps with Butterscotch. She really fit right into our humble abode. She has also been a handful, an adventurous spirit who wants to get into everything and anything. Too smart for her own good at times. Took Butterscotch a longer moment to accept her ‘in your face’ approaches.
Life has been great with this bundle of lamias. And soon our unit will be growing. After a dancing affair at Vex’s shop, something finally sparked for Alpha and Butterscotch and they are expecting their first clutch of babies. Apparently, whatever Butterscotch whispered to Alpha that night to cause the latter to flush so brightly, did the trick. But that’s a story for another night and the other blog. Alpha’s been doting on Butterscotch like nothing else, making sure he’s comfortable and not doing too much. Guardian and Moonstone took extra duty with Munchkin, especially since he’s now too big for either of the older lamia’s to carry.
It's been a fulfilling life, this is the best family anyone could ask for. I do still feel something is missing, a connection that was lacking. I’m surrounded by all these loving lamias and yet, I feel like there’s still something more I need. I had originally wondered why I never felt that soulbond with Guardian. I read all the adoption stories on Chains and I never got that feeling of a tug on my soul, just the forever engrained memory of a panicked baby Chain tugging on my pant leg to get me to help his Papython friend.
I asked him about it, about his soulbond. That’s when he revealed that he actually already had a soulbond with Moonstone. It explained so well why those two had always been so close, so intuned. Part of me was relieved. I don’t know how I'd feel if Guardian ever felt pain from me through a link. My life on this earth has been relatively peaceful, but I have known battle from my homeworld and some not so pleasant encounters from the humans of this world in times where my true self was revealed to a select few. Humans don’t take different well. It sucked to hide, but it was better than when trust was betrayed. And if anything happened to me, I’d hate for it to harm him, my little Guardian.
But I kinda still felt wanting, wanting of that close bond that other Chain owners had. Maybe another Chain would come into their lives, though I have been finding myself admiring the King form as well. Those heroic poses and grand stature and size. Ok, my mind was beginning to wander.
I’m sitting here, rocking little Munchkin to sleep after his feeding. Such a sweet little Twister. I give him a little kiss on his head before placing him in his nest. I quietly left the room, kneeling down to give Eevee a head scritch in thanks for guarding the door before going into the livingroom to throw on some shoes. There were a few errands to run and a spot to check out. Deciding against taking anyone along this time, just a little me time and maybe to get a little surprise treat for everyone.
I left the house, telling the household to behave themselves before hopping into the car an driving off. A few stops here and there, nothing eventful really, a tasty cake in the passenger seat for the fam and a chew bone for Eevee. I pull up to the entryway to a trail I heard about, wanting to check it out before I bring everyone out there. It looks inviting and private, maybe a place I can shift into another form and run with Alpha, Moonstone and Guardian. Maybe Eevee too. The Lamias seem to love my snake form, it looked much like a mixture of this planet’s Cobra, Anaconda and Diamondback rattlesnake, but it was a bit too large to really shift into at home, but in open space, it worked well.
With a large inhale as a strong breeze cut through the trees, I let myself relax. Close my eyes and take in the peak of sunlight escaping through the branches. I didn’t expect the presence of another coming up behind me and grabbing me, a cloth being placed over my mouth. I began to fight the stranger as my head began to swim. I nearly slipped out of his grasp before the world grew dark.
The last thing I remember hearing is the person behind me calling out. “Wooowee, lookit here Mick, I caught teh Alien!”
Well Shit.
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Munchkin begins to cry, alerting the household. Being close by, Alpha and Butterscotch slither over and began trying to console the distraught Lamia.
“shh, shhh, it ok Munchie, it’s ok.” Butterscotch cuddles close to Munchkin, rubbing his back, he glanced up at Alpha. The fact that Munchkin was crying for no noticeable reason was concerning.
“Are you hurt? Hungry?” Alpha began questioning. Munchkin shakes his head, his tail thrashed in his tantrum.
“Wan Mama Isssta! Wan Mama Isssta!” Munchkin bawled. This was odd of Munchkin, the young one never demanded, never complained, always a warm bundle of sunshine.
“Shh, shhh, It’s ok Munchie. Mama Crysta will be home soon. She just went out to do a few things. You’ll see, she’ll be home any minute now.” Butterscotch continued to console Munchkin. Soon the baby Twister is brought down to sniffles. Butterscotch smiles and cuddles with him.
Moonstone and Guardian come in, while Eevee pokes her nose into the room through the small lamia door.
“Is Munchkin ok?” Moonstone asks, coming over to pet the baby lamia on the head.
“Yes,” Alpha answers. “Just got a little upset. Wants his Mama Crysta.”
“Should we give Mama Crysta a call?” Guardian asked, his brow bone crested in worry.
“That should be fine. The phone is in the living room.” Butterscotch informs Guardian, who nods and slithers off to try to contact Crysta. He adjusts himself so that his gravid belly wasn’t uncomfortable. Munchkin snuggles close to Butterscotch, still sniffling but much calmer.
Guardian slithers by Eevee, who playfully nips at him. Guardian giggles and pushes her muzzle away before going over the cellphone left on the coffee table. He presses the saved phone number labeled Mama Crysta and listened to it ring. He glances over at Moonstone who ended up following after him.
“She didn’t pick up.” Guardian informed.
“Maybe she didn’t hear it? Or accidently put it on silent again?” Moonstone offered, taking Guardian’s hand in his own.
“I guess. Sometimes I wish I had a soul bond with Mama Crysta so I knew she was ok.” Guardian squeezed Moonstone’s hand, feeling his worry through his bond. “Not that I regret having it with you. I just worry when she’s gone so long.”
Moonstone smile and brings Guardian in close for a hug. “I know. But Mama Crysta is strong, can take care of herself. I like our bond too.” It wasn’t unknown that the two young Lamias were developing a little puppy love for each other. They never considered the other a sibling but as their best friend that they got to grow up together. Though they were still merely young teenagers, their connection was obvious.
“I’ll call Mama Crysta again in a bit.” Guardian pulled away giving the phone a glance.
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I wake up in a bright room, laying in a pad of a bed. I groan as I sit up, looking around, 3 solid walls and one glass wall. Cameras mounted at each corner, leaving no room for privacy. There’s a door at the far corner. I stretch from my stiff position. There’s something around my neck, kinda poking at me with cold metal. I lift my hands to it and feel… a shock collar… with multiple shock devices.
What the fuck was going on. I get up and go to the door, testing it. Locked obviously. I look to the glass side of the room and I see a table and another door showing what I can guess is a hallway.
“Hello? Is anyone out there?” I call out.
It didn’t take long for a scraggly looking man to enter the room, head full of dreads, clothing looking unwashed. “Wooowee, look atcha. Well, miss alien, the name’s Tic. I’m so glad ta finally meet cha. Tis was so worth not going to that there Area 51 Raid. Yessiree.”
“I’m sorry, Tic.” Oh god, this guy was off. Hopefully I can reason with him. “There seems to be some kind of misunderstanding, I’m not an alien. Just a normal person. I kinda just want to get back home please.”
“No Alien mam, You can’t trick me that easy. I’ve seen whatcha can do. That transformin’ thin’. Got it all on camera on one of my wildlife cams. Blew my mind. Was hopin’ for a Big Foot but got me somethin’ better. Was mighty nice seein’ ya handle that there couga’ when ya shift to a Lion.”
There was a camera in that clearing? The clearing where Alpha got hurt when defending Guardian from the Mountain Lion?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I can’t do anything like that.”
“Nah, nah, You surely can. Wanna prove et to.” He picks up a remote and turns on a projector. The projector shows a video of her confronting the Mountain Lion. Alpha getting hit and her reacting and transforming to stand protectively over Alpha and Guardian. Its a bit blurry and gets staticy during the transformation. It’s hard to tell that it is even me.
“That’s some impressive CGI, that’s not me, I was never at that location. Dude, you have to realize how ridiculous this is. I’m not an alien. Please, I just want to go home.” I’m getting nervous. This guy keep replaying the transformation.
“Nah, Yous an alien, gonna prove et too. Now we can do et the easy way and ya show me what ya can do or I’m gonna make ya.” Tic holds up another remote and my eyes widen.
“Please no, I can’t do what you want me to do. Please, you don’t have to aaaaaahhh.” I scream as the collar begins to shock me. These shockers were altered to deliver a higher voltage than those of normal dog shock collars. I reach up and grip the collar, trying to pull it away from my neck. It’s over quickly and I collapse to my knees, breathing deeply. This guy is insane and by the look on his face, there’s no convincing him.
“Teh easy way out is still an option.” Tic begins writing something down. “But if cha keep insistin’ that cha won’t transform, well. That collar will go off every hour. I figured if anything, a little dangah will spark your transformation. After a few hours the power should increase. It should help in encouragin’ ya ability. I have video recording live and with a push-o-a button, I can reveal whatcha are ta tha world. I’ll be famous. Once you show whatcha can do”
I look up and see a crooked smile, teeth yellowed or missing. I could almost imagine the bad breath. “No, you’ll kill me. Please, you can’t do this. I’m Human!” My heart dropped as I saw him shake his head and walk away. “No Wait, Please let me out.”
Realization sets in, I’m alone, no one knows where I am, and I’m at the mercy of some mad man. I look around the room, taking a few calming breaths. I can either reveal myself and break out, giving Tic what he wanted and further putting my life and the Lamias at risk. Or hope somehow I am rescued, or the mad Tic would come to his senses.
I just wish I could see my Lamias.
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A few phone calls with no answers and it had turned dark outside. Moonstone and Guardian go back to the lamia room where Alpha stood watch over the snoozing Butterscotch and Munchkin.
“Anything?” Alpha whispered, moving a short distance away so not to wake the sleeping duo.
“No, Mama Crysta hasn’t picked up or called back. The last call went straight to voicemail.” Guardian informed with worry in his voice.
“This is very unusual of Mama Crysta. What if something happened to her?” Moonstone looked a little scared.
“I agree.” Alpha glanced back at Butterscotch and Munchkin. He couldn’t leave them on their own. His instincts telling him he should stay close to his mate at all times. It was getting very close to their due date. He also didn’t feel comfortable about sending Guardian and Moonstone on their own to search for Crysta afterdark. They were still small enough that the threat of birds of prey was valid. The last thing he wanted to do was to put them in harm’s way.
“We’ll wait til morning, If Crysta doesn’t show up, well give Miss Vex a call. She’ll know what to do.” Alpha decided that would be the best course. He had to believe Crysta was fine. Crysta has gotten herself distracted before, hopefully this was the case but the whole thing seemed off. “She’ll come home, we just got to believe in her.”
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I’ve woken up from another shock attack. Hours have passed since I first woke up in this place. I don’t know how long I can stand this. This human form won’t be able to take this very long. Everytime the shock collar goes off, Tic appears and writes something down. I plea with him, to let me go, that I’m not the alien he’s looking for.
He still doesn’t listen. I pound on the glass wall and he laughs and says “It’s bulletproof, You can’t break it.” I sag against the glass wall. My body is shaking from the assault, add hunger, thirst and lack of sleep. I look over at Tic, watching him write. “What are you even writing?”
Tic smiles at me. “the difference tween screwin’ round and science is writin’ et down.” He jots a few things down and leaves.
Did he just quote Mythbusters at me? I rub my face with my hands. I can hear voices from the hall. I strain to listen to Tic talking with the other. What was his name, Mick?
“Eh, Tic, wha if she isn’t one-o-those aliens? Wha if she es tellin’ the truth?
“Ya saw the video, Mick. She really es one. We just gotta prove et. She’ll come around, just takes time.”
“But wha if she does die? Wha then?”
“Eh, we’re in tah middle of the woods, ain’t nobody finding us out here. We just bury her a ways from here and move on. There’s still tah Big Foot to find.”
I can hear them moving away. Great. They don’t really seem to care that they could be killing someone with this ‘experiment’ they have, either I’m an alien or I’m dead. I begin to hope that something happens soon. My soul reaches out. All I need is a Hero.
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Morning dawns, and Moonstone brings the cell phone over to the group huddled in the Lamia room. Crysta still hadn’t come home. Alpha and Guardian are arguing about Guardian going out on his own during the night when Alpha explicitly said not to.
Moonstone knows they’re worried, he is too. He presses the button to call Vex and turns on speaker phone. Both Alpha and Guardian shut up and move closer, waiting for the line to pick up. And once it did, Moonstone doesn’t even wait for who ever picked up to say anything
“Hello, Miss Vex.” His voice is shaking. “Mama Crysta didn’t come home last night and we’re worried about her.” A tear runs down his face as he speaks. “We think something is wrong and we need help.” His voice hitches as Guardian wraps his arms around him.
Alpha then takes over. “We need help looking for her. My mate, Butterscotch, is due to have our hatchlings at any moment and I can’t leave him alone. I also need help with Munchkin cause he’s too big for me to handle on my own. I can’t send Moonstone and Guardian on their own to search for her. We don’t know where she went or how far she’s gone. Her phone just goes to voicemail.” Alpha glances over as Moonstone begins to sob and can see Guardian trying to hide his own tears. He glances over at Butterscotch, still curled up with Munchkin. Their eyelights meet. He feels helpless.
Suddenly Butterscotch gasps and clutchs his belly. Alpha drops the phone and rushes over. Guardian quickly picks it up. Waiting for a reply from the other end of the line.
Butterscotch looks up at Alpha. “They’re gonna be coming soon. I can’t have them without Crysta here. I need to know Crysta is safe, they can’t come without Crysta being here.” Butterscotch is beginning to panic and Alpha try to console him as Munchkin begins to whimper.
Guardian looks between the minture Lamias and the phone. “What do we do?” his voice shakes.
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I’m shaking after the last shock. It’s gotten more intense and it’s starting to feel like it’s happening more often. I can only assume he’s getting impatient. I’m leaning against the glass plane wall, the cool surface giving me some relief. I’ve tried pounding on it, hoping I could call for help in the off chance anyone else was around. Maybe Mick would have a change of heart and go against Tic. It didn’t seem likely.
My vision blurs before I see it. The slide of a distinctive large tail, glowing with magic.
A Lamia!
I begin pounding on the glass wall in desperation. I couldn’t tell if it was a King or a Chain but I didn’t care. It was a Lamia, and hopefully a way out. Hopefully it wasn’t blind to these insane peoples’ experiment.
“Help, Help, please help me!” I call out, ignoring how hoarse my voice sounded. My vision is swimming and I’m feeling faint. I try to shoulder the glass, trying to make as much racket as possible.
That’s when I felt it, another unscheduled shock. I cry out, leaning against the wall as I wait for it to pass. I can’t see the tail anymore, but my vision is darkening. The shock ended and I slide down to the floor against the wall.
“Help, I need a hero.” I mutter before I lose consciousness.
( @vex-bittys or @vexy-sins (not sure which blog this would be better for...since there is some element of torture of my person in the story.)
Yes this is a Lamia adoption scenario, I’m looking to be saved by my next Lamia.
I had this Idea for a while and am kicking myself for not doing it sooner. I’m either looking for a (and leaning more towards) a large King-Chain Hybrid that can hopefully still do a soulbond, or I can be happy with just a large full size King (or both a king and a chain, so I can still get that soulbond? :P I’m indecisive). Also any other unique features or background for him (them) would be nice. This is going to be a love interest(s) for my character. I hope I’m not asking for too much.
Also, I chose not to have a soulbond with Guardian as I could have sworn that I remembered that a Chain can have a soulbond with another Lamia and I kinda liked the Idea of him having one with Moonstone instead. I never got that soulbond feeling during their rescue/adoption. I just couldn’t find the post to confirm it.
I do want Butterscotch to have his babies after I’m rescued. If you wanna throw me what they are having that would be great because I don’t even know what I want yet. So surprises are the best. Again, hoping I’m not asking for too much
Please take your time in replying, I know you have a lot of asks in your mailbox and I don’t want to be jumping ahead of anyone… but this needed to be a story rather than an ask. I can be patient.)
Hi! Hope you're having a good day or night depending! For the strangers meeting thing, could you do one for Soul and Maka?
Thank you; you, too! Holy CRAP I haven’t written SoMa in a long time, but I have been binging Soul Eater again, so I’ll do my best. Sorry the formatting is funky; I did it on mobile, and I’ve already had one format fiasco, so....
Young Adult!AU
“I swear to god this cat is gonna be the death of me.” Soul “Eater” Evans grumbled haughtily as he pinned up his last Lost Cat poster and began the weary trek back to his apartment. His brother had begged him to take Blair in last year when his long-time girlfriend, who was painfully allergic to cats, decided the pair should live together before getting engaged. Having no other family to willingly pawn the creature off on, Wes had turned to his bachelor younger brother. Of course, he was the one with the crazy cat lady landlady; she’d even offered to catsit for him.
Honestly, though, as much as he begroaned the circumstances of Blair’s adoption, he’d grown to like, maybe even love, the frisky little black cat. Her hours were as odd as his (night shift jobs screw up a sleep schedule), so they often kept each other company. As long as he remembered to put out her food and water and clean her litter box, she was really a low maintenance cat. Well, unless she was starved for attention. Then she’d rub herself all over him until he acquiesced to stroking her until she fell asleep, usually on his stomach so he couldn’t escape. Or unless she decided to vanish for a week without a trace. A few days was normal for Blair; Soul often suspected she had another family somewhere, but this long was unusual. Hence the posters.
Soul shoved open his lopsided apartment door, a frown pulling at his lips when he realized he’d expected Blair to come bounding over to him; maybe he did love her after all. He sighed and dropped his keys on the small table next to the front door, immediately slipping out of his coat and shoes. He collapsed onto his aging couch, allowing his head to fall back and his eyes to fall closed just as a loud buzz buzz buzz from his back pocket startled him upward again. He pulled out his phone to find an unfamiliar number.
[+1 555-6969]
Hi, you put up wanted posters for a black cat?
[+1 555-7685]
Missing? Yeah.
[+1 555-6969]
Oh. Missing? NVM
“What the hell?”
Another message came through just as he was turning his phone off; another strange number.
[+1 555-6666]
When did you put those signs up?
[+1 555-7685]
Today
[+1 555-6666]
Oh, okay. Good. Your can’t wasn’t with me, but I can’t promise anything from the others in the area. Hopefully she isn’t used.
[+1 555-7685]
Fuck off, weirdo.
He blocked the number.
A few more ominous texts came in and one from his landlady expressing her wishes for Blair’s safe return. A few fellow searching pet owners asked him for leads on their pets, and he exchanged yeses and the same request. Just as he was going to throw his phone after another sick-headed black cat hater, a properly formatted message came through with a kinder message. Finally.
[+1 555-6252]
Hey, I saw your Lost Cat posters. I’m really sorry to hear you lost her. I’ll be keeping an eye out for her; I’m pretty active in the area.
[+1 555-7685]
Thank you I appreciate it
[+1 555-6562]
No problem! I have a cat, too. Crona.
A photo of a small, sweet-faced but timid-looking kitten came through; it’s big blue eyes and stark white fur made him gasp a bit.
[+1 555-7685]
Beautiful cat
I’m a little jealous seems to be the opposite of Blair haha
[+1 555-6252]
Thank you! I just got him. He’s really shy but a good cat. What do you mean? What’s Blair like?I know you said “noisy asshole” on your poster, but…
[+1 555-7685]
Haha gets peoples attention
Pitch black fur
Big yellow eyes
Needy and bossy as hell
Nah really she’s pretty good for the most part
My brother dumped her on me
[+1 555-6525]
Crona has his moments, too, but she sounds like a handful! That’s no good, but it’s nice that you kept her! I hope you find her soon. I’m Maka, B. T. W.
[+1 555-7685]
Soul
[+1 555-6525]
That’s a cool name! Nice to meet you, Soul!
[+1 555-7685]
Maka’s pretty unique too
Back atcha
[+1 555-6525]
Like I said, I’ll be on the lookout, so let me know if there are any updates!
[+1 555-7685]
Will do.
Thanks
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A few days passed with silence about Blair. And from Maka. Soul didn’t know why he cared about that second one. He usually got bored with texting people, especially girls who talked a lot and formatted their texts perfectly, but something about Maka was the right balance.He shook his head and focused back on his TV. He didn’t even know Maka; how could he daydream about her?
As if on cue, his phone buzzed, and he picked it up, finding himself disappointed that it wasn’t Maka’s number, but his eyes widened when he read the text.
[+1 555-7827]
Hey dude found your cat I think over near the market on Crescent Street she was bugging my girl for something to eat I think while she was waiting for me to get off work
A picture came through of a bright-blue haired young man with a wide grin and a sweet-looking lady with dark hair. The latter gently held Blair who looked up with wide eyes.
[+1 555-7685]
Yup that’s her
Where are you?
[+1 555-7827]
Outside the Limpin’ Imp Tavern on Crescent
[+1 555-7685]
Cool be there ASAP
Soul jogged out the front door and down the steps. “Found Blair, Miss Ortega!” Soul called as he eyed his landlady sitting in her front window.
“Wonderful! I’ll have a treat for her when you return!”
“Thanks!”
He continued jogging toward Crescent Street, thankfully not too far from his house. He slowed when he neared the tavern, easily spotting the couple who’d contacted him.
“Hey!” Soul waved as he approached, eying Blair curled up in the woman’s lap. “I’m Soul. You’ve got Blair.” He laughed and the woman giggled in reply.
“Yeah we do! Totally saved your cat for you, as any good citizens would!” The man erupted, laughing loudly if not unnecessarily.
“Yeah…”
“She’s very friendly.” The woman cut in. “I figured she was a local stray until I saw her collar and Blake saw your posters.”
“Yeah, maybe I should save some time and paper and get her a license with my number on it.” Soul rubbed the back of his neck.
“Not like she’s a dog or anything.” Blake cut in. “Cats are way smarter. Unlike this one. Or maybe she’s just more stubborn.”
“Blake.” The woman rolled her eyes. “I’m Tsubaki, by the way, since you introduced yourself. Here.” She took Blair into her arms and carefully stood. “We have to get going, but I’m so glad we found her.”
“Absolutely. Thank you both so much. Here’s the reward.” Soul handed a wad of bills to Blake and took Blair from Tsubaki.
“Thanks a bunch! We’re off to a great dinner!” Blake laughed loudly and threw his arm around Tsubaki’s shoulders, drawing her against him as they walked away and planting a firm kiss on her head.
“Bye, Soul! Bye, Blair!”
“Bye!” Soul chuckled as the couple made their way down the sidewalk, idly chatting about their evening plans. “Time to go home, Missy.” Soul chided the cat but ran his fingers over her back. “You’ve been gone for too long.”
Blair just sat comfortably in his hold and purred as Soul walked them both home.
-
The evening hours found Soul and Blair lounging on the sofa, Blair curled comfortably on Soul’s stomach as he scrolled idly through Netflix. The companionable quiet was shattered when Soul’s phone buzzed loudly against the glass coffee table top, and he grit his teeth. He needed to take those damn posters down. However, his annoyance simmered out when he registered the familiar number.
[+1 555-6525]
Hey, it’s Maka. Just checking in since it’s been a while. Any luck finding Blair?
Soul stretched back and snapped a shot of Blair sleeping on him.
[+1 555-7685]
Yup
Just got her back a little while ago
[+1 555-6525]
Aw awesome! So cute!!!
Maka sent an above shot of Crona snoozing on her chest, but Soul was fixated on the photographer. Big green eyes, a sweet smile, and smooth skin and hair made his heart flutter, and he swallowed.
[+1 555-7685]
Really cute
[+1 555-6525]
Ugh I know! He’s so peaceful when he sleeps. I love it so much.
[+1 555-7685]
Thanks for checking up on us
[+1 555-6525]
Yeah of course! I’m glad that she’s home! Maybe she and Crona will meet sometime, though he’s still not quite an outdoor cat yet.
[+1 555-7685]
We could arrange it
Soul smacked himself internally. A kitty play date? Really? What was he, a cat dad?!
[+1 555-6525]
True! It could help Crona develop confidence and social skills to meet in a controlled environment. Did you have anything in mind?
Shit. He didn’t really think she’d agree.
[+1 555-7685]
Uh not really
[+1 555-6525]
That’s okay! There’s this cool cat cafe that lets you bring your cat and keep it in a play area. We could try to rent a little space there or something!
This was becoming way more real and serious than Soul anticipated.
[+1 555-7685]
Sounds cool
Though we don’t really know each other
[+1 555-6525]
I promise I’m not a serial killer! Haha!
[+1 555-7685]
You’d meet some random guy? What if I’m a weirdo?
[+1 555-6525]
I’ll change my number. Easy.
[+1 555-6525]
But really it’ll be fine! I trust my instincts if not you. L.O.L.
[+1 555-7685]
Gee thanks lol
[+1 555-6525]
😉
So….Is next weekend okay?
[Soul & Blair]
Sure works for me
[Maka]
Great! See you two then!
Maka sent a snap of an awake Crona and herself making a thumbs up. Soul’s breath stuttered.
-
The weekend couldn’t come fast enough, but when it did, Soul found himself blindsided. Was he ready to meet Maka? They had only gone back and forth for a week, but the exchanges were multiple times daily, and he quickly found himself falling fast and hard for the girl in the photos and videos.
As he opened the door to the cat cafe, he gasped, ignoring Blair’s pitiful cries to be free of her cat carrier when he spotted Maka in the back corner. Her slender legs were folded over each other; her hair was pulled back into a neat messy bun (crazy how that worked somehow), and he could see her eyes quickly skimming over the pages in front of her. Smart and beautiful. He was done for.
“Hey…” He pulled up in front of her and pulled out the chair across from her.
She looked up and beamed, her eyes catching the dim glow of the Edison lights around them.
“Hey!” She closed her book and pointed to a low, plastic door. “The play area is over there. They have some toys in there, but I kept Crona with me until you guys got here.” She picked up Crona’s carrier from its guarded spot between her seat and the wall and led him to set their cats free.
Once they settled back in, Maka handed him a menu. “They have great coffee drinks here.”
“I drink mine black, so it doesn’t make a huge difference to me.”
“I could never. Why, if I may ask?”
“Lactose intolerance.”
“Ah.”
“This is so weird.”
“What?” Maka cocked a brow, a slight shadow of worry passing over her features.
“I dunno. It’s like we’re texting in real life now.”
“Texting is real. Just not in person.”
“You know what I mean.”
She giggled. “I do.”
That giggle confirmed it.
Soul would make sure their conversations were purely words and in person as often as possible.
“So, tell me about yourself. I wanna hear it all.”
Long hair, facial piercings, good sense of humor, back muscles
6: 4 turns off
Poor hygiene, rude to service workers, adults who are still obsessed with Disney to the point where they make it a personality trait, Trump supporters (or the equivalent in other countries)
7: My best friend
@wanderingwondererofthings
8: Sexual orientation
Bi? I think? IDK not straight tho
9: My best first date
I’ve only ever been on one date in my life and the dude ghosted me afterward which turned out to be a blessing bc it was not a good time in my life to try to start a relationship
10: How tall am I
5′2″
11: What do I miss
Mental stability
12: What time were I born
3:45 am or thereabouts
13: Favourite color
black
14: Do I have a crush
celebrity crushes but I don’t really count those
15: Favourite quote
uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
16: Favourite place
bundled up under a heap of blankets by myself in a dark room with good snacks and a good book/movie
17: Favourite food
chocolate
18: Do I use sarcasm
do i
19: What am I listening to right now
my housemate doing laundry
20: First thing I notice in new person
what they’re wearing
21: Shoe size
womens 7
22: Eye color
brown
23: Hair color
brown
24: Favourite style of clothing
love that goth shit
25: Ever done a prank call?
not that i can remember
26: Meaning behind my URL
adam darski’s true form
27: Favourite movie
Ink (2009) dir. jamin winans
28: Favourite song
UHHHHHHHHHHH
29: Favourite band
Eluveitie
30: How I feel right now
like shit lol
31: Someone I love
My friends
32: My current relationship status
single
33: My relationship with my parents
it’s good and i’m very grateful
34: Favourite holiday
the day after halloween when all the candy goes on sale
35: Tattoos and piercing I have
none
36: Tattoos and piercings I want
seriously considering getting my eyebrow pierced soon. if I ever cut my hair short i’ll pierce my ears
37: The reason I joined Tumblr
to follow an art blog that made amazing JTHM fan art
38: Do I and my last ex hate each other?
what ex
39: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?
yeah from my mom
40: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?
yeah it was my mom
41: When did I last hold hands?
yesterday with my grandma
42: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?
takes me well over an hour to actually get up but then like 3o minutes tops
43: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?
no
44: Where am I right now?
in my room
45: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?
i’ve never been that drunk because i hate hangovers
46: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?
reasonable level unless i’m at a concert
47: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?
not anymore
48: Am I excited for anything?
sexy eggman is coming to san francisco
49: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?
no
50: How often do I wear a fake smile?
basically whenever i have to talk to strangers
51: When was the last time I hugged someone?
yesterday
52: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?
my mom is allowed to kiss other people it’s okay
53: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?
i don’t think so?
54: What is something I disliked about today?
i’m tired of being tired
55: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
my soulmate
56: What do I think about most?
spirals of existential dread
57: What’s my strangest talent?
I have no talents lol
58: Do I have any strange phobias?
going down stairs. i’m fine going up them but going down them freaks me out
59: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
depends on my mood and whether or not i’m ugly that day
60: What was the last lie I told?
“I’m okay”
61: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?
In person or don’t fucking talk to me
62: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?
yes and yes
63: Do I believe in magic?
idk. i believe there’s things that happen that we can’t explain yet so maybe that’s magic
64: Do I believe in luck?
i believe in good chances
65: What’s the weather like right now?
dark
66: What was the last book I’ve read?
The Habitation of the Blessed by Catherynne Valente
67: Do I like the smell of gasoline?
yes as long as i don’t have a headache or stomachache
68: Do I have any nicknames?
just dumb shit my mom calls me
69: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?
worst acute injury was the time i tripped onto an outdoor heater in kindergarten and burned the shit out of my hand. i also have a stress fracture in my spine that will never heal from gymnastics but that happened over a matter of years
70: Do I spend money or save it?
i try to save but i spend a little too much
71: Can I touch my nose with a tounge?
with a tongue? yes. with my tongue? no
72: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?
my fluffy pillow
73: Favourite animal?
take a wild fucking guess
74: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?
trying unsuccessfully to sleep
75: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?
Columbus
76: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?
That Time of the Month by Harley Poe
77: How can you win my heart?
be a dog
78: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?
ceci n’est pas un corps
79: What is my favorite word?
sussuration or cathedral
80: My top 5 blogs on tumblr
this is the internet equivalent of the judgment of paris
81: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?
eat the rich
82: Do I have any relatives in jail?
not currently
83: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?
shapeshifting bitch
84: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?
i’ll say anything on the internet i don’t give a shit
85: What is my current desktop picture?
86: Had sex?
no
87: Bought condoms?
no
88: Gotten pregnant?
no
89: Failed a class?
yeah, fuck ochem
90: Kissed a boy?
no
91: Kissed a girl?
no
92: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?
no
93: Had job?
i’ve got one right now
94: Left the house without my wallet?
yeah lol
95: Bullied someone on the internet?
no
96: Had sex in public?
no
97: Played on a sports team?
i ran track for a couple years as a kid
98: Smoked weed?
yup
99: Did drugs?
no
100: Smoked cigarettes?
ew no
101: Drank alcohol?
yuppers
102: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?
no
103: Been overweight?
no
104: Been underweight?
yes
105: Been to a wedding?
yes
106: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?
only 5?
107: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?
only 5??
108: Been outside my home country?
yes
109: Gotten my heart broken?
yes but not romantically
110: Been to a professional sports game?
many
111: Broken a bone?
nope
112: Cut myself?
not on purpose
113: Been to prom?
yeah and it sucked and i wish i hadn’t gone
114: Been in airplane?
yes
115: Fly by helicopter?
no but I want to
116: What concerts have I been to?
a multitude
117: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?
yeah lol
118: Learned another language?
can I give this one a half a yes?
119: Wore make up?
yup
120: Lost my virginity before I was 18?
no
121: Had oral sex?
no
122: Dyed my hair?
yes
123: Voted in a presidential election?
yes
124: Rode in an ambulance?
no
125: Had a surgery?
do wisdom teeth count?
126: Met someone famous?
yup, holla atcha doug jones
127: Stalked someone on a social network?
no, i don’t care that much
128: Peed outside?
who hasn’t?
129: Been fishing?
no
130: Helped with charity?
i’ve donated some money
131: Been rejected by a crush?
yeah but a) I never actually asked him out, b) we were 12, and c) turns out he’s gay so like i’m not made about it
132: Broken a mirror?
no
133: What do I want for birthday?
a new laptop
134: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?
why would i want kids
135: Was I named after anyone?
my great uncle and great grandmother
136: Do I like my handwriting?
i have no opinion on it
137: What was my favourite toy as a child?
legos or something similar you can build with
138: Favourite Tv Show?
UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
139: Where do I want to live when older?
somewhere near the ocean
140: Play any musical instrument?
i wish
141: One of my scars, how did I get it?
i only have acne scars and those are pretty self-explanatory
142: Favourite pizza toping?
sausage, bell pepper, and onion
143: Am I afraid of the dark?
no
144: Am I afraid of heights?
sometimes
145: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?
no, i’m a good girl
146: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end
yeah, FUCK OCHEM
147: What I’m really bad at
being a functioning human adult person
148: What my greatest achievments are
not killing myself in college
149: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me
idk man i get upset by everything even when it’s not mean
150: What I’d do if I won in a lottery
pay off my friends’ and family’s debts, set aside a big chunk of money for grad school, maybe get my own place depending on how much is left
L: I don’t know yet. My beloved father wasn’t too forthcoming with whatever the problem is.
Y: Miss you already. Wish I could kiss you goodbye, at least. :(
L: I wish I could take you along.
Y: When do you leave?
L: 2 hours
Y: Damn. At least he gave you plenty of notice.
L: I’m gonna call and text you all the time. This is not a bullshit trick to get away from you
Y: Ha how sad am I that it never occurred to me that you might be trying to kick me to the curb?
L: That actually makes me so happy, babe. You are be the first person to believe in me for a long time. It means a lot.
Y: You’re a good man. You also have a fantastic ass, btw.
L: Back atcha babe
Y: That ass gotta enter into any negotiations?
L: You still wondering if I’m gonna fuck someone else?
Y: You still gorgeous, funny, sexy and inappropriate as hell? What woman wouldn’t want to try to get into your pants?
L: Not you so far.
Y: And a lot of men probably.
L: Yup
Y: That’s hot.
L: Ha! Nice to know.
Y: Reminds me of some inappropriate comedy I need to share with you. Come home soon, Logan. I don’t know how but you’re in my heart.
L: You too, Y/N. I’ll text you as soon as I can and we can video chat.
Y: I’m not showing you my boobs over the computer.
L: I mean you could consider it…;)
Y: Maybe when you get home I’ll be so happy to see you that I’ll flash you my boobs. ;)
A while later you heard the office door open and leaned back to check the receptionist chair as usual, found it to be occupied and went back to your computer. You were so not focusing well and were ridiculously sad that Logan was going to be gone for who knew how long.
Suddenly you felt your chair being pulled back and you were lifted from sitting to crushed against Logan’s chest, his mouth devouring yours. You wrapped your arms around him as tightly as possible and kissed him with all the passion and longing you felt for him.
When he pulled away you were both panting. “Gonna miss you,” he whispered.
“You, too,” you said, caressing his cheek. “I just found you, I’m not ready for you to leave me.”
“I’m not leaving you. I’m not. When I come back the first thing I’m doing is coming to you.”
You smiled shakily and hugged him again, smelling the various scents that made up Logan. “Have a safe trip, boo,” you said with a laugh.
“Boo? Nice,” he laughed with you. “Walk me to the car?”
“Is someone driving you?”
“Yeah.”
“Janine, I’m taking my lunch,” you said as you grabbed your purse. “How about I keep you company to the airport?”
“That’d be great,” he said softly, taking your hand and leading you to the car.
Logan opened the door to the limo and you slid in, taking note of the elegance of the vehicle. Logan told the driver to bring you back here after he dropped him and then closed the partition and started kissing you like a man going to his death rather than a business trip.
And you were right there with him. You were one step away from undressing him, you were so frantically kissing him. Logan pulled you into his lap and you moved to straddle him.
“Angel, if you were wearing a skirt I think I’d owe you an apology soon.”
You laughed and looked down at his trousers. “If I don’t get off of you I might owe you one.”
“Don’t worry, as soon as the seat belt light goes off I’m heading to the bathroom,” he said with a grin. “You’ll be joining the mile-high club in my imagination.”
You closed your eyes and shivered at the picture of Logan with his hand sliding…”I definitely want to see that sometime.”
“Why you dirty girl,” Logan said happily.
“I actually don’t know where you got the idea I wasn’t one,” you whispered in his ear and then bit his earlobe gently, causing Logan’s hips to snap up into yours, his erection rubbing against your core. You both moaned at the contact.
“I wanna join the mile-high club with you for real,” you moaned into his ear.
“You’re gonna make me cum in my pants like a 12 year old boy, Y/N,” Logan groaned.
You licked your lips unconsciously, causing Logan to grab the back of your head and kiss you hard, biting the lip you just licked.
After a moment you both became aware of the driver knocking on the partition. The car had come to a stop some time ago.
“I’m gonna make you miss your flight,” you said, guilt and sadness in your voice.
“Company jet. They won’t leave without me. I wish you were coming, babe.”
“Another couple minutes and I would have,” you said, wiggling your eyebrows and hopping off his lap.
“Goddamn, Y/N,” he said, leaning his head on the back of the seat. He actually looked pretty overwhelmed with lust. In all this whirlwind he had gotten a lot of teasing but no big finish. You knew how upset his father made him, you didn’t want to add to his frustration with blue ball syndrome. Plus, he was driving you crazy with lust. Why not give him a taste of what you want?
You put your hand on his knee and felt his muscles stiffen and heard the sharp intake of his breath. You slid your hand up his thigh and over the bulge in his pants to undo his belt and zipper.
His head popped up and his eyes were blazing. “God yes,” he moaned as you knelt between his knees and pulled his cock out of his pants, gasping at the size and the precum leaking.
“You don’t have to call me God, Logan. Darling, honey, baby, love of your life… any of those will do,” you said with a wink as you leaned in and gathered up the precum with your tongue, and then started licking and sucking his cock.
“So good, baby, so good,” he chanted as his hips started to gently thrust into your mouth as you took as much of his length into your mouth as you could. “Not gonna take much and I’m gonna come so hard.”
You hollowed your cheeks and rubbed your tongue on the sensitive underside while you sucked, then gently caressed his sack through his pants and he lost it. Moaning your name loudly, he started shooting so much cum into your mouth you could barely swallow fast enough, a tiny bit leaking out of the corner of your mouth.
“Darlin, that is the prettiest thing I have ever seen. Thank you so much,” he said, pulling you up and kissing you.
“Don’t mind the taste?” you said.
“No, but I’d rather have a mouth full of your pussy right now,” he said with a relaxed smile.
“No time for love, Dr. Jones,” you said with a wink.
“I’m Indiana Jones now? Cool, we can try role-playing when I get home.”
“You gonna put your dick away, lover boy?” you asked with a laugh.
“Thought you might wanna kiss it goodbye, too.”
“So you were just being considerate?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Just thinking of you.”
You looked him in the eye and leaned over and kissed the head of his still semi-hard and sensitive cock, causing him to shudder and gasp a breath, then tucked it back in his underwear, zipped his trousers and buckled his belt.
“I want to fuck you so much,” he growled.
“Then wrap up your business as fast as you can. I’ll be waiting.”
“Really?” he asked happily.
“You look like a kid on Christmas morning,” you laughed.
There was another knock on the partition and Logan looked at his watch. “Shit, I really gotta go.”
“I know,” you said, smile running away from your face.
“As soon as I get home I will come to you.”
“Ok,” you said, getting ready to exit the car and surreptitiously wiping the tear that had come out of nowhere.
“Y/N? Are you crying?” he asked with quiet amazement.
“No. I have something in my eye.”
Logan pulled you close and kissed you like a promise. “Nobody has ever cried because they’d miss me. You are…amazing.”
“Hurry home,” you whispered as the driver handed Logan his bag.
With one last kiss and tight hug, Logan walked away, pulling his suitcase behind him. As he turned around he saw you hugging your arms to yourself with your lower lip pouting a little and felt something just grind in his chest. He blew you a last kiss as he disappeared from sight.
You actually sobbed a little. Who were you? You got back in the car and started blushing furiously as the car pulled away to return you to your office. You had just given Logan head. In a chauffeured limousine. When it was parked. Logan must think you were horrible!
Your phone buzzed in your purse.
L: Stop it
Y: Stop what?
L: Worrying about what I think of you. I think you’re amazing and beautiful and I want you even more than before.
Y: How did you even know that?
L: No idea. Scary shit, huh?
Y: Everything about us is.
L: I fucking love it.
Y: Yeah. Me too. I’m gonna miss you.
L: Are you kidding? I’m still going to jerk off thinking about that mouth of yours as soon as the seat belt light goes off. ;)
Y: So I guess you approved ;)
L: Did the mouth full of cum not give you a hint?
Y: A girl likes compliments, babe. :P
L: It was heaven. If I died right now I would know that I have experienced the best that Earth has to offer and could go happily.
Y: Don’t make fun, Logan.
L: I’m totally serious, babe. The only thing better would be hearing you scream my name while you come in my mouth or on my cock.
Y: *Really* wish I was on that plane with you right now.
L: Me too.
Y: Hurry home.
L: Believe it.
The driver dropped you back at your office. You thanked him without quite meeting his eyes. Probably not the first time it had happened with Logan in the back of the vehicle, but it was the first time it had happened to you and you were embarrassed.
You had also repaired your makeup, combed your hair and chewed gum on the way back. You hoped your aura of guilt didn’t give you away.
What you had done was pretty out of character for you. Maybe this trip was a good thing. A few days apart might serve to cool things down enough to focus and see if it was real. So many relationships that start out burning so hot consume themselves.
But Jesus, at this point you didn’t even know if you qualified as a relationship.
You went back to your desk and got to work, distracting yourself from second guessing your feelings for Logan. As you went to charge your phone, you saw a few missed messages from Logan.
L: Y/N?
L: Babe?
Y: Are you already done or are you gonna ask for a pic of my boobs?
L: Yeah actually I already did, but this is serious. In all the excitement I forgot to tell you something.
Y: OK…
L: Promise me you won’t flip out, OK?
Y: Tell me already, I’m flipping out from suspense.
L: So when I saw my father earlier, he said he was going to investigate you if I thought you’d be around longer than a fling. And I said yes.
Y: Oh Jesusfuck babe you scared me. He can dig all he wants. All he’ll find are liberal politics and student loans.
There was a pause.
L: Really?
Y: Sweetie, what did you expect me to say? :*
L: I dunno.
Y: Wait, you told your father who you don’t like about me? And we’re more than a fling?
L: There it is
Y: Shut up :P
L: Must be so crazy about you coz of how sweet you are to me. :P
Y: You’d eat a sweet girl alive. You need a sour girl like me.
L: You are sweet. And I want to eat you alive. ;)
Y: Pervert
L: Yup
Y: BTW when you say things like that it drives me crazy.
L: Yeah? Crazy like an axe murderer or crazy horny?
Y: Show you when you get home. ;)
L: I am aroused and terrified. I like it.
Y: I gotta get back to work. Talk to you later. :*
